#abandoned draft

[tokintormin]

these sketches werent supposed to be connected but after i stopped and looked at the canvas i realized it looked like caine was looking at them in shock

[thekimspoblog]

It took 5 seasons for the show to spell out in plain English why and how Joe Goldberg is a misogynist. And somehow fans are STILL debating it!

But people REALLY sleep on how homophobic Joe actually is - saying he doesn't care that Peach is a lesbian right before calling her a succubus and hitting her with a rock, the dismissiveness and skepticism with which he discusses Gabe's sexuality, the DISGUST he shows towards Carry's bisexuality, utilizing Dante and Lansing as a daycare, and last but not least the fact that Joe has to DISASSOCIATE because of how stalking Rhys contradicts Joe's self-image!

It's less pronounced, but even more overlooked is Joe's racism. Six times out of eight, he's going after some white woman and everyone else is just an enemy, or at best collateral damage. You can argue that he treated Karen Minty like trash because she was too healthy for him to make a project out of her, but even Marianne, Joe basically treats like a side quest. You can say the problem is that the show itself isn't diverse enough, but I don't think that negates how the character's idea of what his life should look like is informed by whiteness. He talks incessantly about "using his privilege for good" but he is visibly ill-informed about how the world works and not remotely curious about the interior lives of anyone who isn't a "YOU". It might not have been overt, but it would be inaccurate to say the violence against Elijah, Peach, Delilah, Sherri, and others was free of any racial dimension.

So when I see posts about Joe being supportive of a transgender girlfriend and helping her get her HRT, I'm sorry but I have to laugh, because that would never fucking happen. We don't see it because for all its clumsily handled social commentary the show never dares to delve into the subject, but Joe would absolutely be transphobic. It's actually kind of super hard to be a misogynist without also having some fucked up ideas about trans people. Like how is this even a question?

Here's how I imagine the story would play out if a canonically transgender character ever had the misfortune of crossing paths with Joe Goldberg. And content warning because this is going to get a little gnarly...

[theshiniestgemstone]

anotha abandoned draft

You’d never thought sharing a locker bank with Gideon Gemstone would wreck your life the way it had.

Freshman year, he was just the lanky kid with the messy hair who always forgot his pencils. You kept a stash in your bag of bright neon mechanical ones, your quiet rebellion against the plain yellow Ticonderogas. Every morning like clockwork, he’d lean on the locker beside yours, grinning sheepishly, and ask, “You got a spare?”

By winter, he didn’t even have to ask anymore. You’d just hand one over before he opened his mouth. It went from pencils, to him borrowing your copy of The Great Gatsby because his locker jammed shut again, to him sliding his cafeteria tray across the table so you could swap lunches without a word. You gave him your PB&J, he gave you his mom’s Tupperware spaghetti. An easy, effortless rhythm.

You weren’t dating. You weren’t even close to dating. But by sophomore year, he was the first person you texted after a bad grade. He was the one you skipped class with when it was too hot to sit in chemistry. He was the person you knew you’d find sitting on the hood of his car after football games, waiting to drive you home even if he had plans of his own. Somewhere between the way he’d lean across the locker to tie your shoelaces when they dragged, or the way he’d walk you home in the rain with his jacket over your head, you fell in love with him. Brutal love that hurt when you thought about it too much. The kind that stuck in your throat whenever he smiled at you, the kind that made your chest ache when he brushed crumbs off your cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world.

But just as you noticed his eyes lingering a second longer, just as you felt like maybe, maybe, he was beginning to notice the way you looked at him, she waltzed back in.

Vivienne.

The girl who used to be your best friend.

The two of you had been inseparable in middle school, sleepovers every weekend, friendship bracelets stacked on your wrists. But high school pulled her a different way. Where life dragged you into student government, it pulled her into cheerleading, a new circle of friends, whispered conversations you weren’t part of anymore. You’d barely spoken in months.

And then, one Friday after school, you watched her laugh at something Gideon said by the vending machines. Her hand brushed his arm, lingering, and he didn’t pull away. By Monday, she was sliding into the lunch table seat next to him like it had always been hers. By Friday, his hoodie was draped over her shoulders.

You’d never seen Gideon smile like that for anyone else.

It made you sick. It made you furious. But most of all, it made you feel small.

Because what were you supposed to say? That you’d been there first? That your entire high school life had been built around being the person Gideon came to, the one he leaned on? That the little rituals meant everything to you?

He didn’t know. How could he?

You were his best friend. Ride or die. The one who’d always pick up when he called, who’d always shove a pencil into his hand before first period.

And now, you were the one watching from the sidelines as he wrapped his arm around the girl who used to braid your hair in her bedroom, the girl who now had the kind of smile that made Gideon’s world tilt on its axis.

Your best friend had taken your best friend.

And the worst part? You couldn’t even hate her for it.

Because she knew him too. And he was easy to love.

[ros-ales]

forcing divinity

Another abandoned draft T-T This is a 2nd POV fic based around chapters 140-145. I unfortunately don't know how to continue this so I'll share it here instead.

Your blood bled red, your tears fell blue, and your skin bruised violet. He painted you into a mess of colors.

Your scars scattered across your arms like stars, your body shivered from the cold like a critter. You were as human as you could be. And yet, he calls you a god.

A god. What is a god if not of divinity? What is a god if not of faith? Have you done miracles? Have you granted prayers? For you to be called a god, is this blasphemy or prophecy?

And soon his hands choke you, like a serpent that coils around your neck, whispering lies into your ears, tempting you to fall with him.

[tokintormin]

abandoned script

When I was young...uh, alive, I believed in the importance of helping less fortunate and less beneficial people. I've read works on this topic, and heard lectures presented by a brilliant professor.

I worked hard to prove our point to the society. Because I knew in my heart it was right and it will lead our world to prosperity no one could ever dream of.

I went into the most prestigious international school, faculty of economics.

Met brilliant students who were smarter than me.

Though.. when I presented my thesis.. everyone laughed at me, calling it nonsense. I could see them giving me looks of disdain.

"And How exactly will those groups of people benefit us? In what way exactly?"

"Please do hear me out. Ahem, as I was saying, creating a sound system of aiding this cast of people will reshape our society: cultural transformation. It will aid those who could bring amazing results they wouldn't be able to had they not gotten accomodations. Example, mr. Brightman, a disabled man who could use only text-to-speech, brilliant scientist. And! Those who cannot contribute financiall or in a more tangible..field, will contribute to culture of our society.

Studies show that historically, countries that encorporated the idea of helping poor and disabled proven to be more stable compared to nations that didn't . Example- Athe-

Objection. Don't bring ancient history as an example. Only recent reports.

Alright, im sorry. So uh- well.. I do have recent data.

Here, in this diagram you can see performance of companies that engaged in corporate social responsibility, compared to before corporate social responsibility formed as a part of business-

Objection. Corporate social responsibility has little to do with the subject.

Alright- well- I have an analytics segment. I calculated three variables across 25 countries and in this table there are the results of the analysis-

We don't have time to read a whole 7 page table.

But it's the biggest part of my hypothetis-

You have only 4 minutes to show the results of your work.

The results are as follows.. The inclusion of trade and labor unions, institutions of social studies and humanities

....<...>

The biggest mistake of mine was that

I dared to believe I could ever make a difference in this world.

So I made a promise to myself.

I will never be my old loser self. Now that I was given a second chance in life in this endless pit, I will live it as the top number one. I will steal, murder, and take as much as I can. I will climb on top and remain till the end of time.

But the longer I lived that way, the more it destroyed me. I figured, how easy it is to be loved, to be powerful and rich, if you care for no one but yourself, when you destroy everything and burn souls down.

[tokintormin]

insp

[tokintormin]

abandoned wip

[tokintormin]

this was drawn poorly and is a draft but i put it up anyway

I didnt save the first part

I headcanon Vox to have been a victim of the cult himself as well as being the leader later on

because cults tend to manipulate and break those whom they need as the ones who commit atrocities on their behalf

(I admit...I have been watching documentary on that sharlatan cult activity and what happens behind the scenes.. the things one does to write something. even if it means- ..nothing)