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@the-frustrated-observer
O: "Did you miss me..~?" F: "Don't forget about me."
a look to the other side
Paging Noah Maxwell. You have someone looking for you.
((hello ;) ))
Hello. I (Obsy-mun) am sorry to announce that I will be moving to a location void of wi-fi starting October 1st. However, my lovely girlfriend Munday will be taking on my muses. Please follow her!
I'm sorry that I have to leave, but my mental health is at stake and if I don't take this opportunity, then I may not be able to get a place of my own for another 3 years...
ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP YOU SORRY PACK OF SPONGEHUFFERS. IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN - THE TIME TO STOP FONDLING YOUR FUCKING SHAMEGLOBES AND WHINING ABOUT WHY YOUR TWO FAVORITE WHITE MIDDLE-TO-UPPER CLASS CISGENDERED MALES WON’T KISS - IT’S TIME TO GET FUCKING ANGRY.
SO YOU MAY HAVE SEEN THAT POST GOING AROUND ABOUT HOW MARVEL AND DC ARE BOTH DUDEBROS BUT AT LEAST MARVEL IS TRYING SOMEWHAT TO BE LESS AWFUL, AND DC IS JUST REVELING IN ITS OWN FRATBOY AWFULNESS. YOU MAY HAVE AGREED WITH THAT POST BUT WONDERED WHAT EXACTLY IT WAS ABOUT. AMONG OTHER THINGS, INCLUDING NOT FUCKING ALLOWING THE BATWOMAN CREATIVE TEAM TO SHOW THEIR CANONICALLY LESBIAN CHARACTER GETTING MARRIED, THE ABOVE IS WHAT ALL THIS ANGER IS ABOUT.
YES, YOU READ THAT HEADLINE CORRECTLY. NO, THOUGH YOU AND I BOTH DESPERATELY WISH WITH THE POWER OF A THOUSAND DESPERATELY FLAGELLATING FAIRY CORPSES FOR IT TO BE SO, THE HEADLINE IS NOT IN ANY WAY AN EXAGGERATION.
THE BRILLIANT SPANGLEDANGLING GENIUSES OVER AT DC DECIDED THAT THEY WANTED SOME MORE PUBLICITY FOR THEIR UPCOMING NEW SERIES, AND DECIDED TO DO THAT BY OPENING UP A SLOT ON THE CREATIVE TEAM TO THAT MOST SELECTIVE OF POOLS - THE INTERNET. AFTER ALL, IT’S ONLY A FEMALE-LED COMIC ANYWAY - GOTTA SAVE THE BIG GUNS LIKE ORSON SCOTT CARD FOR SUPERMAN, AMIRITE?
SO, IT’S PRETTY FUCKING SIMPLE - ALL YOU GOTTA DO IT DRAW HARLEY QUINN ATTEMPTING TO COMMIT SUICIDE 3 AND A HALF TIMES (THE ONE WITH THE WHAL IS SOMEWHAT AMBIGUOUS), THE LAST OF WHICH IS WHILE SHE IS NAKED, BECAUSE, YOU KNOW, SEXUALIZING THE DEATH OF A WOMAN IS SOOOOO COOL AND HIP AND TRENDY.
BUT WHAT IF YOU FIND IT MORALLY OBJECTIONABLE TO MAKE A CONTEST OVER WHO CAN DRAW THE BEST WOMAN IN THE REFRIGERATOR MOMENT, AND WOULD RATHER BE KNOWN FOR DRAWING A KOOKY, HAPPY-GO-LUCKY CHARACTER WITH SOME RATHER IMPACTFUL EMOTIONAL DEPTH TO HER AT TIMES ENGAGED IN ACTIVITIES OTHER THAN SEXILY TRYING TO KILL HERSELF, RIGHT DURING NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION WEEK?
WELL THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TRYING TO GET A JOB AT DC?!
NOT ONLY IS THIS URINE-SOAKED GREASE-ADDLED FUCKWADDLING EXCUSE FOR A CONTEST OFFENSIVELY MISOGYNISTIC AND NOT ONLY CONTINUES BUT SHINES A FUCKING SPOTLIGHT BRIGHTER THAN THE ORGASM OF TWO HYPERGIANT STARS ENGAGED IN SEXUAL RELATIONS SO KINKY THAT IT MADE 4CHAN SAY “NOW THAT’S A BIT MUCH” ON THE CONTINUED CHILD-LIKE GLEE THE COMICS INDUSTRY HAS IN SHOWCASING THE DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, AND DEBASEMENT OF FEMALE CHARACTERS, BUT IT CONTINUES TO SET THE NORM AT DC THAT IF YOU WANT TO WORK THERE YOU HAVE TO BE DOWN WITH THIS FESTERING MALIGNANCY.
AND THAT’S KIND OF FUCKING TERRIBLE.
FORTUNATELY, AS USUAL, I HAVE SOMETHING YOU CAN FUCKING DO ABOUT IT! REMEMBER HOW I SAID THAT THIS WHOLE FUCKING TRAVESTY WAS A CONTEST? WELL THAT MEANS THAT YOU CAN DIRECTLY SUBMIT AN IMAGE TO DC IN RELATION TO THIS CONTEST.
ANY IMAGE.
IF YOU’VE BEEN ON THE INTERNET AS LONG AS I’VE HAD, THEN YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I’M THINKING. IT’S TIME FOR A GOOD OLD-FASHIONED SPAM WAR.
JUST CLICK RIGHT HERE, SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM, AND SUBMIT AN IMAGE OF YOUR CHOOSING.
YOU CAN LITERALLY SUBMIT ANYTHING YOUR HEART DESIRES, FROM A WELL-WORDED TAKE DOWN OF THEIR CURRENT POLICIES (REMEMBER TO PUT IT IN IMAGE FORM THOUGH) TO YOUR FAVORITE NIGHT VALE TENTACLE PORN. I HONESTLY DO NOT CARE, THOUGH THE MORE WE STAY ON MESSAGE THE MORE IT WILL BE CLEAR TO THEM THAT WE ARE ANGRY ABOUT SOMETHING AND NOT JUST SPAMMING THEM BECAUSE, WELL, INTERNET.
SO MAYBE OVERLAY “DC YOU ARE DUMB AND SUICIDE IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE OBJECTIFIED" OVER YOUR CECIL/CARLOS/EREN JAEGER TENTACLE PORN, I DON’T KNOW.
THIS IS A GOOD IMAGE TO GET YOU STARTED:
SO GO, KIDDOS, HAVE FUN, AND SPAM THE FLOPTWIDDLING HORSEMANGLING SPERMWAFFLING JELLOFLOCKING KOALAHUMPING DICKCUNTING HELL OUT OF THESE GUYS.
OH, AND IF YOU MAKE A PARTICULARLY AMUSING IMAGE TO SEND THEM, REBLOG THIS WITH THAT IMAGE, SO WE CAN ALL SHARE IN THE FUN!
LET’S NOT ONLY MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE, PEOPLE - LET’S SPAM SOME ASSHOLES.
GUYS PLEASE REBLOG THIS AND MAKE THIS KNOWN!
AU (Gore, rape, suicide)
Tears streamed from the spirit Observer’s eyes. He drifted over to her and wrapped an arm around her in vain as she died against his lifeless body.
"Monday…. I’m so sorry…"
She finally passed. Her breathing and heart stopped completely.
Observer would feel a feminine hand go through his hair. Monday stood by her lifeless, pale body. “I love you, Observer.” She smiled gently and embraced him.
"Monday…" He sounded quite distraught. He sat up and hugged her tight, kissing her lips softly. "I’m so ashamed of what happened… I love you more than anything."
"Don’t be ashamed…" She ran her fingers through his hair. "I will always love you.."
"I fucking love you... We can be together always now... We should reunite with LB and BB.... We can be a family again...." he legitimately smiled at her.
The cameraman who got this shot deserves a raiseÂ
I'm fucking laughing so hard))
They giggle again. They were a bit more happier now that they had someone they could touch.
"I suppose we could recharge in my old room as needed, just so we have a place we can meet up and occupy."
AU (Gore, rape, suicide)
Tears streamed from the spirit Observer’s eyes. He drifted over to her and wrapped an arm around her in vain as she died against his lifeless body.
"Monday…. I’m so sorry…"
She finally passed. Her breathing and heart stopped completely.
Observer would feel a feminine hand go through his hair. Monday stood by her lifeless, pale body. “I love you, Observer.” She smiled gently and embraced him.
"Monday..." He sounded quite distraught. He sat up and hugged her tight, kissing her lips softly. "I'm so ashamed of what happened... I love you more than anything."
The twins giggle."That Sounds Like Fun."
"Heh heh~ Yeah~" He ruffled their hair. It would take a lot of energy at first to move objects, but if they did it enough they would become poltergeists and it would become easy.Â
((cRYING MY BABIES.))
((SOOOBBBSSS))
AU (Gore, rape, suicide)
She brushed her hair out and slipped her wedding dress on, trying not to cry. She whimpered a bit. She a full bottle of anti-depressants, a half filled bottle of anxiety medication, lots of sleeping pills, and a knife.
This was a fatal concoction. She’d surely die.
Most of her energy was gone from crying, lowering her chance of survival.
She grabbed a glass of water and took the sleeping pills first. Then came the anti-depressants, then the anxiety medication…she was already feeling woozy. She took the knife and used the rest of her strength to make a deep gash in her arm. She held it up to her chest and fell against Observer, keeping an arm wrapped around him. Her heart was already slowing down, her mind getting foggy, her body heavy.
"Ssseee you sooon, Obssserver…Loveee youu….~"
Tears streamed from the spirit Observer's eyes. He drifted over to her and wrapped an arm around her in vain as she died against his lifeless body.
"Monday.... I'm so sorry..."
They nodded again. "OkAy We WiLl."
He smiled again and rubbed their backs. His playful side came out a bit.
"Hey, like this, we can freak people out and move objects when they're not looking~" He snickered. He was trying to lighten the mood.
AU (Gore, rape, suicide)
She washed off all his injuries and blood. Setting his arm into place again, another sob came out. She took off his glasses and cleaned them, then placed them back on his face. “Love you so much…” She took his body out of the water and cleaned him off dressing him in a suit. They appeared in the living room of her house. She set him on the bed of the guestroom so she could get ready.
The Observer's spirit followed silently behind her. Now that he was unable to work for the collective, he could spend eternity focused on the love of his life.Â
If she did take her life it would be surely agonizing for him to watch.
They nodded. "OkAy." They tightened their grip on him. Scared he would leave.
He gave them a reassuring squeeze.
"Please tell Monday I'll protect you... Maybe it will help ease her pain..." He was aware they could talk to her for short periods of time.
AU (Gore, rape)
Cursor was heard laughing at the door.
She was leaning against the door frame, laughing.
"It was really fun fucking your husband~ It’s too bad I had to kill him~"
Monday didn’t care about Cursor anymore. She got up and wiped her eyes, opening the door. She roughly grabbed Cursor by the hair and threw her to the ground looming over the other queen. “You’re a stupid bitch, you know that?” Hot tears streamed down her face again. She couldn’t help but cry. “A punchline. A joke.”
Grabbing Observer and a suit, she vanished to the hot springs, breaking down. “S-So sorry…Love you so m-much…” She stopped and started to undress him and clean him off in the warm water. She shuddered when she had to clean off Cursor’s juices.
The Observer's now cold, lifeless body was covered in grievous injuries and the salt used to make him suffer worse. His glasses were splashed with blood.
The Observer's spirit stood at Monday's side, watching her. He knew she wouldn't be able to see or hear him.... His hand drifted were Monday's was, the hand phasing through it..... He didn't want her to die... But he wouldn't be able to stop her.... At least she would be with him again, right...?
They hesitantly hug back. They couldn't help but close their eyes and lean on him.
He held them for awhile. He knew they needed it.... He thought he needed it too... "You'll be safe with me..."