#And are now admitting he was in fact the lesser of two evils

[chilschuck]

hi there!!! I love your blog!!! I know you’re mainly a Chilchuck girlie, but I saw that you occasionally do Laios headcanons/drabbles, and I’m a massive Laios simp. if you have the time and inclination, would you maybe write about Laios realizing he’s falling for a reader who is also autistic like he is? and they’re both so in love with each other, but they don’t realize it bc they’re both idiots, so the party has to set them up lmao

OBLIVIOUS (IN MY LOVE FOR YOU).

꒰ warnings: ꒱ mutual pining, hopelessly in love silly guys, gn!reader. sfw as always!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.3k

✦ i hope this turned out how you wanted it!!! i felt bad that i’ve been doing so much chil and nothing for the others, so i was happy that you sent this request!! i’m not sure how to feel about this, but i’m happy to get something out for you!!! <333 honestly i’m worried this turned out badly, but alas, i feel that way about everything asdfdhgjhk. enjoy lovely!!!!

It was more than obvious to anyone but the two of you, much to the party’s displeasure. The mutual pining between you had been a constant back and forth for what felt like ages, and it was almost humorous how in denial it seemed you were.

Laios always spent time chatting with you before bed, his soft voice carrying so much warmth. You always noted how fuzzy your head felt whenever he’d talk about something he was especially interested in. It was almost heartbreaking to part with him to finally rest, longing to continue the conversation for as long as you could.

Little did the two of you know that the rest of the party had their eyes on you, tired sighs leaving each of them. This was every night now, and the fact neither of you were making an effort to come to terms and admit what you were feeling was beginning to become tiresome.

Chilchuck huffed, head in the palm of his hand. “I can’t believe that this is still going on. I’m tired of it.”

Marcille tutted, but the frustration at both of your ignorances was seeping through. “There’s got to be something we can do. They’re obviously so in love with each other...”

And right she was, with how absolutely enamored Laios had become. He’d never felt this way about anyone, the feeling seeping into his bones slowly but surely. With every smile you gave him, words of encouragement, or even reassuring touches, you made yourself at home in his mind and heart. Laios was content with just the whispered conversations and adventures together, not quite piecing together the entire situation just yet.

Marcille was not so sure that was something to be content with. Izutsumi was also getting fed up with the constant beating around the bush, and Chilchuck was sick and tired of watching this ordeal occur. The three of them had decided that enough was enough, and through gossip-like whispers, they decided on a course of action.

“I’ll try and talk to Laios,” Chilchuck settled, although he wasn’t entirely happy with the idea of helping an inner party relationship unfold. It was even harder to watch the two of you continuously pine after each other blindly, so he chose what he believed was the lesser of two evils. “You two convince you-know-who to get some one on one time with him somehow.”

Marcille hummed, finger tapping her chin. “Maybe we could get Senshi to cook something up just for the two of them, get them on a date of some sort.”

Izutsumi flicked her tail in annoyance at this entire scenario, before giving her own opinion. “Let’s just get them stuck in a trap or something.” At that, the elf across from her shook her head adamantly.

“Although that might work another time, I think setting them up would work best. We’ll all conveniently go off somewhere and leave the two of them to talk it out. Somehow…”

Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to get the two of you alone together. Laios would explain something about a monster your party had encountered earlier, delighted at your interest in anything he had to say. Before he knew it, the rest of the party had excused themselves after dinner, leaving just you and him with a cooked meal and unsaid words hanging in the air.

Even earlier, Chilchuck had decided to try and drill it into Laios’ skull that perhaps coming to terms and admitting what he was feeling wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Grasping for straws, Laios tried to create excuses that what he felt for you was just that of a close friend. There was no way he was falling in love, right? Yet, the look Chilchuck had given him shut him up quickly.

“You think friends just look at each other with that lovesick face you’re always making? And it’s not exactly hard to see just how much you care about them. It’s actually pretty obvious.” The half-foot grit out, floored that Laios still hadn’t figured out just how deeply he had fallen.

Marcille and Izutsumi had a similar problem with you, finding that you were convinced what you felt was just that of a deep friendship, of course you weren’t actually absolutely smitten with the man. Giving each other a knowing look, Marcille continued her prodding.

“I think there’s more to this,” the way she said your name so softly held your attention. “You need to talk with him. Maybe talk through just what you’re feeling.”

So now, as you took another bite of your dinner, you tried to figure out just what you were feeling. Laios was doing the same, and the silence, which was never a problem before, now hung with tension.

Both of you tried to speak, before signaling the other to continue, before giving a light laugh at the awkwardness. It wasn’t that just being in each other’s company was the problem, but more so that there was so much left unsaid.

Laios ran his hand through his hair, giving you that tender smile you had come to love so much. “You first.”

Another laugh left you, before your current train of thought followed through your words. “So I was wondering… Have you ever been in love before, Laios?”

That caught him off guard, swallowing hard before thinking of the right thing to say. “Well… I, uh…” A beat of silence followed as you let him find his words. “I wasn’t sure before today. What about you?”

Trying not to get your hopes up, or have the flame within you extinguished so easily, you smiled. “Same here, actually. I think…” You trailed off, just staring at his rosy cheeks and intent gaze making your heartbeat a little faster. Setting your plate to the side, you bit your tongue for a moment. Talk through what you’re feeling… You can do that.

“I guess I didn’t really realize, but… Lately, I’ve been really eager to be around you.” Your voice tried to fight back the tremors rising within you. Before you could continue, Laios grabbed your hand and gave you that intent expression again.

“Me too! I mean, I always really enjoy our talks. I look forward to them a lot.” He spoke a tad out of breath, trying to reign in how he was feeling. Another beat of silence, followed by the clearing of his throat.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You both muttered at the same time, before the feeling of both shock and excitement coursed through you. There was… no possible way, right? But with that doting smile and lovesick gaze he was sending your way, you began to think he did feel the same.

“Thank the gods,” you whispered, a huff of relief leaving your lips. “I had to have Marcille and Izutsumi make me realize.”

Laios laughed, cheeks flushed with delight. “Yeah, Chilchuck definitely gave me a talking to. I think Senshi tried to help me realize, too. It was definitely interesting.”

Both of you shared light giggles before Laios gently pulled you into an embrace. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.

“Sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, inhaling deeply, the air leaving him in a content sigh. Your eyes fluttered shut, shaking your head slightly in reply. “No need. That’d mean I’d need to apologize too.”

You pressed sweet kisses to his cheek, to his nose, to his forehead. Laios beamed, intertwining your fingers as he spoke from the heart just what he had been trying to come to terms with. You did your best to do so, too.

Chilchuck, Marcille, Senshi, and Izutsumi all let out sounds of relief at watching the two of you around the corner. Getting both of you to finally realize the extent of your feelings was difficult, but oh so worth it in the end.

“Finally,” Chilchuck grumbled, before scratching the back of his neck. “That only took, what? Forever?”

Senshi grunted, trying to recall just how long it had been. Izutsumi even watched as Marcille rocked back and forth on her feet, a certain sparkle in her eye.

She’d have to get the two of you to be open more often.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <33

[ginnyrules27]

Look, I know right now it's probably annoying to deal with all these posts about American politics if you're not an American, but I have to say this to any and all of my American followers.

Vote. VOTE. If you are 18 or older, unless you are in a motherfucking coma or worse, VOTE!

Following the recent SCOTUS decision, it's crucial to acknowledge that a Trump re-election could seriously jeopardize the return of our democracy. With the potential for a national abortion ban and a rollback of hard-fought rights and protections, the stakes are incredibly high. We cannot afford to overlook the possibility of Trump appointing replacements for justices Alito and Thomas, both in their late 70s.

'Oh but Biden didn't cancel my student loan debt despite canceling others-' and do you think a Trump White House will do anything for student loan relief?

'Under Biden, we lost Roe' -Do I even need to explain that it was the Trump justices who gave the conservatives the power to attack the established law of Roe with unparalleled audacity?

Listen, people need to remember this: Biden's international policies may be criticized, but let's not forget that Trump admitted on national television that Putin informed him about the invasion of Ukraine before it even happened. Ukraine took place in 2022, and remember, Trump was out of office in 2021!

'Oh but they started developing a vaccine for COVID under Trump and Biden's just taking the credit-' Biden wasn't the one who defunded the department of the CDC that Obama set up after the Ebola crisis to prevent a pandemic from happening in the US. And Biden wasn't the one who told the American people to drink bleach to prevent themselves from getting COVID.

Progressives, listen up! Some of you are thinking of voting for Stein, but I need you to hear me out. If fewer people had voted for Gore over Nader or for Hillary over Stein, we wouldn't be in this mess. Progress is not always straightforward, but do you really think we'll be closer to a progressive movement if we let Trump regain power?

Biden's age is a fact that can't be argued against. Born in '42, he belongs to the Silent Generation, not the boomer generation. Trump, born in '46, is a boomer. Despite his age, Biden still garnered a significant number of votes in 2020, with 81 million people seemingly unconcerned about his age. Until we address the need to raise millions of dollars to run for president, we shouldn't expect to see many younger faces in politics.

This isn't a 'pick the lesser of two evils' scenario. This is a 'if I want change to be possible, I need to elect the team who will make change possible' scenario.

To the millennials and Gen Zs on this site: We often complain about the ways in which boomers have negatively impacted future generations by neglecting pensions and allowing the cost of living to rise while wages remain stagnant. If we eventually have children, do we want them to believe that previous generations had the opportunity to prevent a worst-case scenario but didn't take action because of personal preferences?

Last thing because this post is getting far too long, in 2017, white supremacists marched in Charlottesville, Virginia. After it happened, Trump made a speech where he stated there were 'very fine people' on both sides. I can't believe I have to say this but please let's not allow the man who said that and then tried to gaslight the country that he didn't say that even though there's video of it!

[tittyinfinity]

I still can't believe that this election year of all years isn't the deal breaker for a lot of people when it comes to the two-party system.

Not willing at all to organize for another candidate or even protest the fact that many states aren't allowing you to vote for anyone but Biden for the democratic candidate.

You won't even demand that the Democrats put forward a different candidate to vote for? Even though you know that the guy running is a lifelong conservative who only recently put on the liberal sheep's clothing?

Just put your head down and vote for him No Matter What under threat of violence from the other party? No matter who the candidate is? No matter how bad they get, until they come for you? "You'll always have my vote as long as you keep ME safe from the Actually Evil party. Damage control!"

As if telling a political party that they can be as horrible as they want & STILL have your vote is any kind of "damage control." Maybe it's short-term damage control for you. But why would dems be incentivized to give you rights and work for your vote if you tell them that you'll vote for them no matter what policies they have? How will that look years down the line?

Why would they even try to stop republicans if all they have to say is "vote for us because the other party is worse?" Whenever every time something bad happens under a democratic presidency, you say it's not really their fault? How in the hell does that "push the democratic party to the left?" Because I see a lot of "vote for them first, THEN push them to the left!" Well then how the fuck do you expect to do that? Just ask them pretty pretty please? Are you "pushing Biden to the left" right now? How does telling people not to criticize Biden "because it increases the chances of the other guy winning" push him to the left?

Biden is issuing executive orders to send weapons over to Israel but won't do that for Roe v. Wade or trans rights. He's threatening to take away some of our first amendment rights and cut us off from outside information. And if that isn't enough, you know what happened because of the weapons he sent to israel? And how it affects you personally? Look at what happened to Fall and Winter. So much progress towards combating climate change. Lost. The US military is the largest polluter in the world & the military industrial complex will eventually kill us all if we don't stop it.

NOT TO MENTION his fucking track record? If a lifetime of advocating for racist policies that have killed and continue to kill tens of thousands of people doesn't make him as bad as Trump, what does? Trump's shitty 4-year presidency somehow cancels the decades of lives lost to Biden? WHAT? The fuck do you MEAN one of them is the "lesser of two evils"?!?!?!?

It ultimately comes down to "I prefer the violence to be where I can't see it." You're not afraid for the people that the Democrats are currently killing and have been killing while lying to your face about it, you're not afraid for the people who have been watching their family members be blown to bits for months – but you're so terrified of a republican president that you'll put up with tens of thousands of people dying in another country in order to have better domestic policies. Instead of ever fighting for anything different.

"Well then what's your plan?" Are you not embarrassed to admit that you've been actively ignoring every person who's laid out clear options for you? You can't think of anything else yourself other than "vote blue no matter who?" Newsflash, literally anything is better than enabling TWO FASCISTS to run for office.

We stop BOTH of them. Not just one of them. Step the FUCK up.

[derridoid]

Hetalia Food/Drink Headcanons: Main Ensemble Edition

We all know North Italy has a love for pasta. One might imagine that he has a love for the "fancier" or more "complex" pasta dishes his home has to offer - and he does! - his absolute favorite dish is cacio e pepe. It reminds him of what Grandpa Rome would make for him when he was younger and needed a pick-me-up. Nobody makes it as good as Grandpa Rome, of course.

Germany has been coming around to IPA's over the last few centuries. If a world meeting is held at America's house, and if he and some of the other nations will go out for drinks afterward, he'll order one. He'd rather have a lager any day, but given that he's not a huge fan of America's take on lagers, he'll take the lesser of two evils. You might even get him to admit he kinda-sorta-almost likes them if he's tipsy enough - yes, even the hipster-y ones.

Japan has gone to every Ramen Jiro in Japan dozens of times over. He'd consider himself a Jirorian, doing his best to blend in with the students and salarymen who frequent the shops, and he likes to invite Greece and Prussia to accompany him on his trips to the "sacred" shop in Mita. (ie, the original Ramen Jiro) His go-to is the tonkatsu.

(more under the cut)

While America is and always be a fan of a good all-beef patty, he's become a fan of the "impossible," plant-based meats that are growing in popularity. He says eating plant-based burgers and hot dogs make him feel like he's living in a sci-fi movie - "in the future, people will GROW their meat!" - and appreciates the fact that most plant-based meat companies' environmental footprints are much smaller.

England is, of course, something of a tea aficionado, at least in the Western world. His "usual" is a nice Earl Grey, usually the Twinings brand - a fan since the beginning! - but he's been known to drink green or oolong, with China giving him suggestions on which blends he'd like best. Canada has been trying to get him to come around to the London fog variant of Earl Grey, but England is staunchly against trying it.

It actually took France a few decades to get his recipe for macarons right - they're finnicky little pastries! - but now that he's got it down, he loves making them. Watching him make these confections is like watching an artist at the easel or the marble block. In the last century or so, he's also gotten really creative with the flavors he uses for each batch, both successfully and unsuccessfully. He's gotten into the practice of making a batch of two dozen with unique flavors for each nation on their "birthday" - his favorite to date are the cherry blossom ones he made for Japan some time ago.

Russia has a tendency to over-season his food. If he's following a recipe with specific measurements provided - half a teaspoon of celery seed, a teaspoon of tarragon - it's not a problem. However, if he's going off of sight and feel alone, he puts in way too much, because "it never looks like there's enough!" By the time he gets around to tasting the food to check the seasoning, it's often too late. The worst offender is usually pepper, but most people are too intimidated? nice to complain.

There's a long-standing agreement that the nation whose house a World Meeting is held at is the nation who decides where everyone goes out for dinner - if the meeting is hosted in New York, America usually takes the nations to a steakhouse; if the meeting is hosted in Rome, North and South usually take people to a local pizza place; so on and so forth. When meetings are hosted at China's house, he, almost without fail, takes everyone out for hot pot. Everybody loves it, and they look forward to when meetings are hosted in Beijing. China is personally is a huge fan of the mutton, and has been for centuries.

South Italy makes the most unbelievable pizza ever known to man or nation. His favorite is the Pizza Margherita, which he perfected with Rafaele Esposito (the father of modern pizza) and has been eating since it first dropped at the Risorgimento in the 1860s, thank you very much. In fact, he used to work at Esposito's tavern Pizzeria di Pietro e basta così when he wasn't engaged with nation-y activities. In recent history, he grows his own San Marzano tomatoes and basil for the Margherita pizzas he makes, and he still uses the original dough recipe he picked up from Esposito. He could share it with you, but he'd have to kill you.

Prussia has swapped recipes with Poland for like, the past few hundred years, and much of the food he ate was influenced by Poland and, to some extent, Russia. His favorite thing to make, even after all these years, is Königsberger Klopse. He does tend to go a little heavy on the capers. Unrelated - one time, he accidentally ate some of Gilbird's gourmet seed blend, thinking it was snack seed mix, and didn't notice until about three handfuls in that it was not human/nation-grade product. Germany was there to see it, and is the only person that knows. He's been sworn to secrecy on the matter under the threat of blackmail.

Canada, as we know, is a fiend for ice cream, and he'll eat just about any brand of it that you offer to him. His favorite for "binging" is Chapman's, mostly because it comes in a cardboard box that can be deconstructed and laid out near-flat - no spoonfuls lost in the corners! He's also a fan of some of his brother's brands of ice cream, particularly Ben & Jerry's. He's been known to make the near 5-hour trek from his place to the factory in Waterbury, Vermont for a tour and free samples...multiple times a year, even...don't tell America this, or he'll get teased.

[wack-ashimself]

For all you stupid Biden teet suckers, let me say one sentence that will finalize this entire mentality. Trump did not commit genocide. It doesn't matter if he could, it doesn't matter if he almost did; he did not. Biden DID commit genocide. Biden is worse than trump. Yes, they're both evil. But trump, combining all of his Decades of work, has literally killed less than biden. By significantly a lot. But the fact that you actually think Trump is more evil when the actions and facts refute you shows how much the stupid mentality of blue no matter who will actually God damn fuck you over too, you morons. Biden's a failure. Trump is a failure. But Biden is worse. This is not a debate. This is based solely on his voting actions since the 90s. Which by the way Trump wasn't even in politics back then. Dumbasses. Throw both of them in jail, do not allow any of those affiliated with those two run, and let's get some actual fresh faces. Maybe if we didn't make running just to get onto the ballot millions of dollars we could actually have decent people in the running. But you don't think about that. Like the Electoral college. Or super pacs. Or lobbying. Or citizens united. All things that determine the president more than your fucking vote does. But again don't think about that. Cuz it's easier not to think isn't it? Because if you had to think, ACTUALLY THINK, you would have to admit basically your votes never mattered, you did vote for the lesser of two evils but that's still endorsing evil pushing us closer to evil more each time, and now we have a genocide of an entire people due to a democratic president. Blood is on your hands. That's why you want it ignored. Cuz you can't find the fucking soap...(hint there isn't strong enough soap to clean away the sins you have ignored)

[heterosexistly]

The Morning Show: S3 meta about Bradley and the show's intentions/messages

I want to preface this by saying, the relationship between Laura and Bradley is beautiful. I am not necessarily a die hard shipper because the romantic relationships on the show don't resonate with me in such a way, but I enjoy seeing them on screen together. Bradley and Cory don't resonate with me deeply either.

I see many people upset about the statements made in the finale and confused with the characters decisions and I disagreed so I just wanted to do a little meta.

The issues that occurred in Bradley and Laura's relationship related to Bradley's feelings of inferiority. Whether or not Laura meant to, there were times were she judged Bradley's family and confirmed Bradley's fear of not being adequate. Laura breaking up with her was another confirmation of that. Though it made sense for Laura, a journalist, to put her morals ahead of her romantic prospects (in a similar way to Alex), it doesn't make their relationship no longer something important or valid but it does highlight Cory, his morals, and how gray they are.

While Cory does stop communicating with Bradley for a while after they both hide evidence, he doesn't stop loving her. And while laura doesn't stop loving Bradley either, it's the fact that Cory is willing to help her hide that makes her feel loved. We can speculate that feelings could be returned, but the main thing is Bradley doesn't feel rejected.

Bradley, while a good person, makes missteps. And feeling judged for those missteps might not be what she needs. Cory isn't necessarily what she needs either, but they have a better understanding of the other , and I think that's what you can take away from what the show said. It doesn't mean Laura and Bradley are now null and void. It just means Bradley will have someone to aid in her missteps if she's with Cory and based on how the season ended, I'm not sure that's what she wants.

Cory being investigated into briefly so they knew there was no misconduct when the contrast is Mitch, does feel weird but if you feel as though the show was saying his actions were alright because no one was hurt in that way, that doesn't mean you have to take that away from the show. Personally, i feel as though investigations like this should always happen to ensure the safety of employees and ultimately, Cory when he had control, was the lesser of two evils. And unlike Mitch, he initially regretted his decisions and though he was too scared to admit to them, he got to apologize and he gets to grow from here.

ultimately i think the show has always been about the struggle between power and morality as it plays out in journalism. While the first season had such a powerful point, s3 is still powerful. The way the media has been changed from reporting to keep everyone in the loop (sometimes), to more fear mongering and inaccurate news is still a prevalent issue that definitely impacts everyone. It has a different tone, but lately every show that changes its tone seems to upset people. I think the show has other issues, namely the confusion messaging in s2, but yeah.

[xxextrie]

Your rant about Alastor seems so misguided. In fact, it's bordering on white savior complex. So let me give you some input as someone who's actually Black.

(Let me be clear, Viziepop can be criticized for a lot. I'm not defending her at all. But this is about Alastor specifically)

Africans owned slaves (as did the Romans, Greeks, and a bunch of other civilizations). In fact, owning souls in HH is way closer to that slavery as opposed to US slavery. But even disregarding that, the other Overlords own souls too, not just Alastor. It has nothing to do with him being Black. I saw nothing wrong with Alastor. And if he's Creole, it's very likely that his family came to New Orleans after the Haitian Revolution. Many Black people in New Orleans at the time were rich, influential, owned businesses, etc. because of this. So Alastor more than likely wasn't oppressed like other Black people in the US were at the time.

Also, your comparisons to Dr. Facillier are odd. I mean, yes he was probably heavily inspired by him, but voodooism is a real religion that Africans practice and was brought to New Orleans. There are so many rituals and facets that ensure power after death, so him practicing voodoo is actually a great plot point as to how he got strong enough to take out so many other Overlords so fast.

As for him being Ace, you do know that there are Ace people who are actually "heartless," right? They don't care about other people, have admitted it, and have repeatedly said that it isn't a problem. You're talking over an entire community (two if you count the Black community) because of what you've deemed is bad representation.

But even if that wasn't true, it doesn't matter because Alastor DOES care about people. He cares about his mom, Rosie, and Mimzy. I would even go as far as to say he's actually starting to care about Charlie. He was also friends with Vox at some point. So your accusation really holds no water on either end.

Please, do research before you get up in arms

So I do want to say I do not wish to speak over black people I wanted to emphasize what they have said and I am sorry if I was incorrect, I do not wish to be a white savior and I meant to communicate that poc who were mentioning this were being ignored. My mistake I’ll attempt to make that more clear. A lot of my discussion on him ‘owning’ Husk was more related to an earlier misinformations I had gotten and changed in my post thinking he had been changed back into a white man, apologies. I connected him to facillier due to him generally feeling oddly similar, and since he has been in-depth compared to him in terms of bad repersentation of voodou and the community. I have heard Alastor being criticized in his antagonistic stereotype of voodoo and those who practice it and wanted to show what I have been seeing Black, Creole, and Haitian people saying about him, to hopefully use whatever platform I have to uplift and support people speaking on vivziepops use of voodoo in the show.

What I can speak on is his asexuality in which I find your statement that ace/Aro people being ‘heartless’ is a aphobic stereotype due to their lack or lesser amount of romantic or sexual attraction. Please don’t refer to us as heartless there are so many other forms of attraction a lot of us feel such as platonic, sensual, emotional, familial, and yes the aspec is a spectrum so sexual and romantic as well. Alastor in his character is portrayed to be a villain and is shown to be evil and heartless, now it’s ok to have a character whose ace and like that but he is the only repersentation in the show, vivziepop chose not to add more to show the range of how the aspec people act and present, causing him to be a stereotype. And for him caring about other characters that’s not what people really see about his character I’ve never seen any allo talk about his platonic bonds on the forefront. I cannot talk on the race aspect so I will leave that to people more qualified and will ask you to not spread aphobic stereotypes as that is very harmful to a underrepresented community even in queer media.

[countlessrealities]

F, M, K - the Vs for Vaggie and Alastor

Screw, Marry, Kill || Accepting !

Vaggie groans. For real? Is this the same person who asked last time? Probably. I mean, there can't be multiple people who want to know what they would or wouldn't do with the Unholy Vapid-ity.

At least she hopes.

"Fuck Velvette, because...duh. She's the only one with the parts I like," she replies, making sure that the distaste and vexation are well audible in her tone.

Velvette is objectively attractive, she can admit that. She doesn't totally hate her personality either...if it wasn't for the fact that she acts like a spoiled rich brat half of the time.

"Kill Valentino, of course, because that's never not going to happen."

That's a hill she's going to die on. She could stand the other two, if she had to, but Valentino? Oh no, he doesn't get a pass with her. No matter the circumstances.

"Which leaves..."

Lord, this is weird. She has said that she would adopt him in the previous ask and now she has to pick that for him.

"...Ugh. Marry Vox, I guess." A heavy sigh leaves her lips. "Alright, Al, your turn."

Only silence answers her.

"Alastor?"

She turns to look at where her companion is supposed to be, just in the to see the shadows starting to engulf the Radio Demon's figure.

"Oh, you don't!" Vaggie exclaims, grabbing him by the arm. "No fucking creepy voodoo exit shit! What was that you said to me, last time? It's just a game!" An eyeroll. "C'mon, answer and let's get this over."

Alastor's smile is tense and tight as he stares at Vaggie, contemplating whether or not he should comply or just shake her off. However, knowing the former Exorcist, if he were to choose the latter option, she would haunt him and hound him till he answers that demented question.

"........I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔F̵̜̜͎͉̯̜̓͂ I̸̺̺͎̰̥̜̯̼̮̰͖̜͂͆̿̈́̿̔ Ŗ̷͇̙̰̭̪̟̺̲̜̹͔̎̍́ͅȨ̸̪̯̗̘̥̣̲̣̣͍͚͙̥̩́̀̈̆͑Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝L̷͖͈̓͌̎̉͒͗͂̓̌̚͝Ý̴̥͙̘̇̈́̇̃͒̿́͘͘͝͝ͅ M̶̧͚̪͉̯̜̰͎̘̀͋̇̀͗̍́͆̑̏͂̿̊̚U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜Ś̸͙̺̥̰̯͙̭͆̏͂T̷̡̧̬̲̭̦̘̩̊̉͛̓̓̌͌̕."

The static lingers in the air, thick and threatening. Vaggie can feel it biting at her skin, but she grits her teeth and stands her ground, glaring with her arms crossed.

"Kill the whoremonger...We can easily agree on that," the Radio Demon starts, his voice a little too tight to be nonchalant. "As for the other two utterly unpleasant options..."

His voice trails off, claws tapping over his microphone with perhaps a bit too much energy. Had it been made of a less resilient material, he would have stabbed holes into it.

"I suppose that Vox is the...If I had to pick one of them to touch me, he'd be the lesser evil."

His stomach churns as he speaks...even if not as much as he would have expected it to.

"...Marry Velvette and never consume said marriage and..." He looks almost pained for a moment as he takes a breath in before finishing the sentence. "...copulate with Vox."

The silence stretches on awkwardly until Vaggie clears her throat.

"Uh, yeah, greeeeat, alright. That's it. Fuck off, people. The show is over."

{ @holoharbinger - I think Vox needs to see this xD }

[blametheeditor]

William Afton gasps for air for the first time in…how long had he been in purgatory for? A month? A year? Ten years?

He doesn’t question the fact he is alive once more. The act of bringing someone back from the dead was demonstrated to him one too many times. And this is the second time he himself was the one resurrected.

Though one look to his left, and it’s clear the usual culprit isn’t the one who decided he had some unfinished business to do.

William pats his chest before humming with surprise and joy at finding what seems like his own body acting as a vessel. He’ll admit the whole ‘Springtrap’ idea hadn’t been his favorite.

“Finally figured out your uncle’s a psychopath?”

Michael scoffs in a way William is far too familiar with. It’s the one his eldest son always gave to show a little more attitude. “You’re not a saint yourself. Just the lesser of the two evils.”

There’s no argument for that. There’s also a distinctly robotic wheeze to Michael’s voice that hadn’t been there previously. He knew his son had some kind if accident, but one look at the kid, and whatever had been done to keep him together wasn’t enough. William would’ve remembered seeing a dark purple hue before.

“What happened?” he can’t help asking as he slowly stands up. Pauses to appreciate what he’s realizing is a full animatronic body. If he had a mirror, he’s sure it’d be an exact match of how he looked before dying the first time. “Henry tried to kill you?”

“This is because of your shit parenting,” Michael snaps. “Not realizing I didn’t die in the fire with you is what made him slip up.”

There’s no need for clarification, he knows exactly what the kid means. Besides, discussions about a certain literal backstabbing ex-business partner is the least of his concern at the moment.

“Elizabeth-?”

“We don’t need to go into details.”

William hums as he finally stops examining his new vessel, hands on his hips as he takes in Michael without any distraction. Looking like a corpse even without the fact his complexion is distinct purple color. But past that, his son looks…exhausted. And not happy to see his father despite having the truth involving past events.

“You look like shit,” he decides.

“Right back atcha, asshole.”

“At least one of us doesn’t look like a zombie,” William can’t help but smirk. “Now point me in Henry’s direction.”

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Michael grumbles before motioning for his father to follow. “He’s lying low right now. He shouldn’t have realized I survived, but I don’t know for sure.”

“Let’s hope he doesn’t.”

“…what’s death like, by the way?”

William gives his eldest son a look. “Be glad you didn’t.”

The kid snorts. “I’ll tell Jer he owes me a hundred bucks for winning the bet you went to hell.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

[mizumiii]

Hiraeth - Part V

Donan x Fem!Reader

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HIRAETH, n. (Welsh) A spiritual longing for a home which maybe never was. Nostalgia for ancient places to which we cannot return. The echo of the lost places of our soul’s past and our grief for them. In the wind, rocks, and waves, it is nowhere and everywhere.

Hello ! I did not post last week because I was quite busy but don't worry, I'm still working on this fanfic! I've started the last part (the next one to be precise) and maybe there'll be some bonus if I feel like it. However, I've started playing Baldur's Gate 3, so I can't write, play both games and find some time to work... 😅

After that, you finally met with Lorath and Taissa. Things went south, but thankfully you were able to bring down the lesser evil invoked by Elyas. Donan even agreed to help adjust the soul stone to capture Lilith, despite seeing how bad things had ended last time with Astaroth. To be honest, you were pretty proud of your training, as you were strong enough to defeat such an enemy. However, despite the victory, there was something strange about you. Despite the health potion, one of your injuries was not healing properly. It was nothing really important, just a cut on your belly, at first you thought it would simply go away but when it was time to leave, you realised that it was still not completely closed. The only reason you thought about it was that your potions were no good and you decided to go to Donan to ask him if he could brew you a better one. 

Except that you found him standing in the improvised cemetery outside of the Forsaken Church, behind Lorath sitting on his knees in front of one of the gravestones. Feeling that you were interrupting something, you decided to wait behind the building’s wall. Even if the two men were always chatting as if everything was fine, everybody was able to see that there was much they were not addressing, leaving your little group walking on eggshells. So you hoped that maybe, away from indiscreet eyes, they would be able to discuss more sincerely…

“It appears you lost people too”, Donan noticed in a slow and low voice, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“It happens all the time, there’s no use in lingering over it”, Lorath stated coldly while standing up again. 

His old comrade grumbled in disagreement, but before he could say anything the grey-haired stopped at his side, facing the opposite direction. 

“Yorin… I’ll regret never meeting him”, he admitted without looking directly at him. 

“I bet”, Donan scoffed, “he was a great boy, far better than any of us.”

“I hope so, I heard that fortunately, he had taken everything from his mother”, he jested shamelessly.

“You damn bastard !”, the mage grunted, “I’ll let you know that he was my spitting image!” 

Donan stood his chin up, wrapped in his pride but before he knew it Lorath started to laugh wholeheartedly and once his surprise had passed, he joined him in a freeing, healing cackles in the middle of the gravestones. 

You smiled before returning to the chapel where the two other women were waiting for the rest of the group. Eager to leave them some intimacy. 

“Did those grumpy old men finally lose it?” Taissa jested. 

“It sounds more like they’ve started meeting up over the bridge of time”, Neyrelle corrected softly.

“Indeed”, you nodded with satisfaction. “Let’s hope they’ll do a quick job about it.”

Despite the strange group the five of you formed, it was fun travelling together. All of you were broken in a way, but as a group, it worked. You found yourself craving for the presence of the others, taking comfort in the smallest banter (which happened a lot between Neyrelle and Lorath, or Donan and Lorath, in fact, anyone with Lorath). It was a new feeling for a Wanderer like you, who used to travel everywhere, to meet people without ever taking the time to really know them. But now, it had been months since you had encountered Lorath. Scarily, you were getting used to it, becoming addicted. 

At the same time, your wound kept acting on its own. It was too late to say anything. Everyone seemed ready and good to go as they could, it would literally kill you to admit that you were weak. You had already lost too many, the simple idea of being too frail was enough to give you nausea. So you endured, as long as you could, pushing your body to its limits. 

Currently, you were riding beside Donan. The others were busy with their own quests. And each damn step of Brother was sending excruciating discharges of pain through your wound. It was taking all you got to stay right in the saddle, as you were gripping the reins as if it could save you from falling. The fear of being found out by the man at your side was eating you away like a cloud of little black monsters buzzing at your ears. What if he saw you weak? What if it would break him for good? Elyas would kill everyone. Lilith would kill everyone. Vigo would have died for nothing. Yorin would have died for nothing. I can’t let them down. I have to be strong. Everything around you was becoming darker, the sound was fading, and your vision focused on Donan now in front of you. 

Suddenly, your companion stopped as your mount did the same. You felt as if salvation had come to save you from the terrible situation you were in. However, when you tried to dismount Brother, the injury throbbed so suddenly and painfully that you could barely muffle a cry as you fell in the dirt like an idiot.

“Damn it!” You left out a couple of insults to try to cover the result of your silliness

Unable to stand up correctly, you were half bent, your hands pressed on the wound as if it could make it disappear. 

“Are you alright?” Donan rushed to your side.

A surge of shame and fear struck you and you wanted nothing less than to be seen by your precious partner in such a weakened state.

“Do not come closer!” You shouted louder than you wished.

He will notice! He will know!

“I can help you, is it an injury?” The large man pressed you.

But his worried expression only added oil to your panic.

“I don’t need your help! Just leave me!” You panted out of breath before realising how hurt Donan looked after your shouts,” I-I’ll follow you, don’t worry”, you tried to correct.

He seemed close to speaking again but he simply frowned before shaking his head and leaving you alone. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you muttered while looking in frenzy in your mount’s bags to search for a healing potion.

The precious liquid only slightly eased the pain, nonetheless, it was enough to let you walk normally again. The relief was largely tainted by your heart still pounding loudly in your chest. As you slowly walked toward the laboratory, you realised that in your state you could not protect Donan correctly. The pressure of that realisation made you feel threatened as if an enemy could suddenly come from the shadows and take him away from you. I need to train right now to become stronger! You kept repeating in your mind like a charm. 

Even when you met again with the Horadrim, you could not focus on anything else than your blatant weakness. You followed him around without a word, carrying out your missions in anxious silence. Even the weakest enemy in the swamps was enough to make you tremble with apprehension, making you jump on them to pulverise them before Donan could even make the slightest move. 

Without realising it, you found yourself sitting on a tree stump in a gloomy house in the swamp, with a bowl containing a terrible mixture in your hands. The scent and the sight were both as horrible, however, Taissa was sitting across from you, glaring at you through the shadows. You had little trust in her supposed potion, you were doing it only because there was a little chance it could help Donan, however what good could it do to you? 

If only it could make me stronger, was the last coherent thought you had before you gulped the brew in on go. 

The taste was as bad as it looks. After that, you fell down from your seat, breathing with difficulty while your mind found itself drowning in an anxious, sweaty, delirious trance where a strange reality had everything deformed around you. You witnessed Donan’s struggle as he looked as disturbed as you, the sound of his sobs reached you with a deranging lag that put you off even more. Nonetheless, even in such a stranding situation, you forced yourself in raising to go help him. It was as if your body was no longer responding to you, it was as if you were no longer the one controlling your legs and arms. You were terrified.

Until you heard someone calling for you. 

“That voice? No…”

You saw yourself leaving the place, going out in the swamps.

“I recognize you this time”, you whimpered helplessly, “I’m sorry I did not recognize you last time… I’m sorry… Vigo…”

The man haunting you was standing there, in the middle of the swamp, like a misplaced object that did not belong here. You were unable to think straight so you simply fell on your knees, weeping as if you were back as a little girl. Through your tears, you heard him talk to you, but his words were not making any sense, or rather, you did not want them to do. Despite the potion, every last part of you knew that Vigo was not here. That it was just a distorted version of him coming from you, that he was saying what you wanted him to say, all of this was making it worse.

But, strangely enough, you took comfort in his image. Because you were able to see him again, even if it was partially fake. 

That way you were so furious when Mephisto interrupted your self-pity show with his portal. You threw your displeasure at him, almost growling at his attempt to corrupt you into joining his crusade against his own daughter. You were starting to feel really sick. The whole draught thing, then remembering Vigo and the Cathedral’s injustices, then the demons’ killing selfishness, all of it was making you mad! 

You rushed into the flamboyant ring, ready to confront him. The experience left you exhausted, emptied of any thought, feeling or else. 

And oddly enough, it was at this exact moment that a sudden realisation hit you hard. You stayed up, frozen in the swamps, mud covering your legs to your knees, flyers busing loudly around you. You had been wrong, oh so terribly wrong. Silent tears fell down your cheeks as you faced again in your mind all the deaths you had failed to prevent. 

“I’m sorry”, you whispered to the puny trees and bushes. 

That would be the last time you would apologise for this. 

You waited for Donan at the frontier between the swamps and the village. His expression was unreadable, and to be honest you had not totally recovered from your trip in the swamp. 

“Do you want to come with me?” You asked him while walking in his direction. “Taissa… Even the whole world can wait another day.”

“Well… I gather it would be good to take some rest before attuning the soulstone”, he slowly spoke with a faint smile.

Your heart squeezed in your chest when you noticed how his eyes were red again from crying, so you went to take his hand and gently tug him to follow you. You had already identified a house a bit out of the rest of the village, only a couple of coins had been necessary to assure that nobody would come to disturb your well-earned rest. 

The place was made of only one large room, like all the other houses of the swamps where any kind of material was rare. You simply sat down on the ground, which was covered with a dozen of carpets, while Donan seemed busy with his belongings around his hips. Your wound chose that moment to remind you of its existence, making you grunt from displeasure. As much as you were now ready to think about trying to ask for help, you would have preferred that to be on your own terms. 

“Here.”

You tilted your head up when hearing Donan’s voice coming from towards you. He was handing you a vial with an indecipherable expression. Right now, you were not in the state to bargain, so you diligently took it and drank it in one go. It was a health potion, far better than any you had bought for cheap on a random market.

“Thank you…”, you muttered, already sensing the wound closing on your side. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked you while sitting down with effort.

“Better”, you admitted before passing a hand on your face and offering him a little smile. “I’m sorry for my behaviour those last few days… I-I’ve let myself get the better of me, even if it sounds really strange out loud… I don’t know for you, but last night, what I saw…”

The emotion caught you again, making the words difficult to leave your throat.     

“You do not have to tell if you do not want”, Donan reassured you, pressing your hand in his.

“I want to tell you”, you assured, looking into his eyes to find the strength to face your inner demons. “I’ve lost too many, not close people like you, but good people nonetheless. So I got scared, brainlessly scared to lose, I thought that it was my fault for losing them, that I had to be stronger, and that everything was on my shoulders. But by doing this… I was taking away the choices from the people I cared for…”

The silence was crushing you, so you squeezed Donan’s hand, his warmth gave you a bit more courage.

“The worst… That was Vigo… Maybe you knew him, he was a commander of the Cathedral of Light. At that time, the few people in the Church I had met were kinda good, so I was not wary. It made it even cruel when I realised how wrong I had been. They made him wear that gruesome and atrocious armour that was killing him while he was wearing it. And he did all this to repent and help me? It was beyond what I could accept. But last night… I realised that the choice wasn’t mine to make… It was his…”

 “Vigo… Yes, I remember that name, I think I have met him once or twice, seemed like a regular commander”, Donan thought out loud before adding softly. “Were you close?”

“I thought we were more than fellows, however, we never had time. It’s only making it worse, not to know what we could have been. Last time I saw him, he promised me a drink…”

Tears you never allowed yourself to shed, started to run on your cheeks. You tried to stop them with your hands. Quickly, the large man took them in his before pulling you against him.

“It’s alright to cry, being strong doesn’t mean to be emotionless.”

“What am I worth if I can’t even be as strong as anyone thinks?” you sobbed messily in his arms.

It was hard for Donan to see you like this, especially when he felt responsible for your state. He had been one of the people leaning heavily on your shoulders, and clouded by his own grief he had let you down. However, tonight at least, he sensed as if he could not just shroud back in despair. Tonight, and hopefully in the days to come, he would face everything head-on. Moreover, you were the first thing he wanted to face correctly. 

“You’re strong”, he assured you gently, “the strongest person I know. But as you want to protect me, let me protect you too. Maybe I can’t do it the same as you, however, I can still shoulder your fears and hesitations. Let me be your strength…”

The tears stopped on your face as you stared at him with astonishment. He felt a bit embarrassed by his words, still, he was not about to take them back. No matter how unworthy, inappropriate, or shameful, he would not leave your feelings stranded even if it was for an old and tired man like him. Nothing was granted, he knew it all too well, so for now he wanted to be able to enjoy what little peace you two could have. He waited for your reaction until you seemed sure that he was being sincere. When you started to blush he could not resist the temptation to tenderly caress it. For a moment, he savoured the chance to have you under his fingers, truly grateful for what he still had. 

“I always wondered why you and Nafain had such a fallout”, you finally wondered a moment later.

Your head was laying on his shoulder, your tears dry on your cheeks, but neither of you could even think about sleeping after everything that had happened in one day.

“Nafain…”, Donan sneered strangely, “He never accepted that I could choose a scholar woman over Airidah’s love when she herself had refused him. His resentment started even before, but it rotted completely when I chose to call for the Cathedral of Light’s help rather than the druid’s. To my deepest regret, after that, I never succeeded in making him understand my views, and with each passing year his hostility grew towards anyone even remotely close to the Church of Light.”

“He regretted it at the end, I think…”, you remembered his plea for you to end his misery. “He regretted joining Lilith…” 

“It’s of little comfort to know that he was at least able to die an honest death”, he sighed miserably, “how badly the world is going for us to find solace in such a bitter display…”

Donan lay down on his back, so you imitated him, cuddling on his side. 

“We don’t have a choice”, you gathered, “if we don’t we would just get crushed, allowing our enemies to win and leaving our friends’ death to go wasted.”

The large man nodded silently, his face twisting from the pain your words were remembering him. Thus you gently pulled him so he would be on his side, between your arms. You softly stroke his face to help him untense. In response, he squeezed you against him, hiding his face in the crook between your shoulder and your neck, for a moment. 

“Yorin… My son… He always wished to go on an adventure, to be a hero”, Donan started to remember out loud, laying again on his back. 

“I saw the book on his bed…”

“That damn book, I don’t know how many times I tried to get rid of it when he was little”, he scoffed. 

Donan and you kept remembering happy, soothing memories from before, way after the sky went dark. It was only when the sun started to rise that you both fell asleep in a tight embrace.

Next part

[seijorhi]

Rhi, it's Thursday, you know what that means :))

This week I'll be raving about Lesser Evil

I love Atsumu and Sakusa, and them together feels like a perfect pairing

The way you characterised both of them was also amazing, Atsumu's a little shit as usual

Also the whole thing of Sakusa becoming upset when he sees the bruises on the readers face is so ironic to me - like "I'm the only one who is allowed to hurt you"

The fact that the two of them met the reader in the first place is a whole thing in and of itself, but for now I'll dive into the fact that she went to visit them in prison even after being advised against it

Like I understand the whole closure aspect of the visit, but that's kind of a Murphy's Law situation, anything that can go wrong will go wrong, so why risk visiting either one of them??

I also love to think about Sakusa being upset that she chose to visit Atsumu instead of him

The punishment gives me goosebumps though, and not in the fun way

Again, love and kisses for your writing, I will scream this from the mountain tops until the day I die

See you next week for the next freak out about your fics <33

i love these asks because they always come in right when i am contemplating disappearing in shame because of the lack of new content vhfdjskjfhgdjsk.

i love atsumu and sakusa together, i really do. writing them as horrible, horrible hitmen??? could not resist haha

as much as i will admit that my reader inserts tend to make some shall we say questionable choices, closure (and one final 'fuck you') is a powerful thing. it's absolutely testing fate, but at the same time, who goes to a prison thinking 'ah yes, this is the perfect scenario for a prison break' gfdhjvhbfhdjk. she's not to know that reader's get no rights here lmao

also atsumu has a fucking field day teasing sakusa over the reader picking him. he's her favourite

[fortunescaling]

He scanned the large conference room with an attentive eye, inspecting every furniture and attentions for his guest, in its every detail and disposition.The chairs, the reflection of the light from the large glass windows on the large round table, the silver trails filled with local delicacies, the porcelain tea service. Everything had to look in place and immaculate for their guest arrival. The Devil’s in the details, they said. And today the devil was his guest. 

As staff rushed to complete the last preparatives, setting the tea ready to serve, tension felt palatable in the room, constricted in an opressive silent that spoke louder than words could convey.

 Jugram could feel the anticipation building in his chest and pounding against his ribs as the decisive moment approached. He hailed one of the soldaten for a glass of water, his throat dry and hitchy. Heated weather, the most likely culprit...

A summit of this nature, or any form of diplomacy between both sides, had not occured in centuries. The decided agreement between the two parties remained highly controversial and largely unpopular amongst the Quincy, regardless of the crisis’ recent escalation. Jugram stood very much alone, struck in a cornelian dilemma between the lesser of two evils. The sword of Damocles hung over his head with very thin restrains.

He conceded he took a huge risk in letting the enemy in, right into their territory. He had not even yet settled in his mind on the new Captain Commander and his intentions. There was a side to the man’s character beneath the nonchalant façade, a lingering shadow behind the mask, he found extremely unsettling. Friend or foe? It remained to be decided. 

For now, he’d have to rely on his instincts. And as much as he resented to admit, they had very little options left to choose to mitigate the on-going health crisis. The Shinigami far surpassed them in medical training and advances. Meanwhile a very few people amid his kin aspired to a medical career, for the studies were long, costly and poorly rewarded. Little State money invested in professions deemed secondary to defense and combat. 

Now they paid the price for their poor political judgment. 

Perhaps, the Gotei’s medical staff and its new Captain woud prove, at the very least, reliable with a reasonable sense of ethics and morals. Perhaps, Kyoraku would prove sounder than his predecessor in his elected leadership, where his medical division was concerned. 

Perhaps, a leap of exaggerated optimism. One could dream. 

But if no further actions was taken, Jugram’s comrades would continue to die all the same, anyway. A grim future he would rather not entertain.  

If the discussions went south, he could always back down. After all, he'd only agreed to meeting with their medical unit, presenting the situation and facts, to discuss options for an hypothetical cooperation. He’d made neither commitment nor formulated an official appeal for assistance. A significant nuance.

Should the Gotei have any doubts about the nature of this meeting, he’d eagerly relieve them of any further confusion. As he’d always made his stance very clear in their diplomatic correspondance. 

Despair would not subdue them. The Gotei 13 would be well-advised to keep that in mind. 

'Sir, your guest has arrived.'  Another soldat said, his voice crackled with anxiety. Jugram would lie to say he didn't share in the sentiment, but he didn't have luxury of letting any of it transpire. And his pride would forbad he did. 

 'Very well. You may let them in. We are ready.' He said, straightening his shoulders as he walked torwards the front of the door, hoping to strech the stiring tension knot in his scapula. Ready and steady for an unpleasant round of perfunctory courtesy. 

The wooden floor ornated with a silk carpet of the finest quality, at Jugram’s specific demand. A common decorum for honoured guests of Litchreich. For, indeed, he could not think of a greater honour for Shinigami to be graciously invited in the very land, sullied and held in contempt by their ancestors. Without any due asked in return. 

In a land where no one wanted them. In a land where they’d be reminded of their rightful place.

@compassionatekiller

[lunarsilkscreen]

Dragonball Fusion [ability]

Everytime I explore some idea, a new person asks me to give my opinion on some related topic...

Piccolo Jr. Is the reincarnation [and child] of Demon King Piccolo. Like Goku, King Piccolo was shipped off his home planet and wound up on earth. Unlike Goku, he was inherently an evil being.

So Evil, in-fact; that he performed a reverse Rick&Morty purging their negativity at the spa, and ejected Kami Piccolo.

Who took the moniker of [Kami] specifically because King Piccolo took the moniker [King]. As such; King and Kami are the gay plant parents of Piccolo Jr.

Upon his birth; King Piccolo gave up his essence and power for his child Piccolo Jr. Essentially imbuing him with his memories and experiences.

This where [Reincarnation] is implied, but it's not reincarnation. Piccolo Jr is a whole new being. He just happens to have been gifted everything from his predessor.

This is why Piccolo isn't an evil being later on. The evil being died and reproduced a new being who was born into a life of evil that he didn't particularly want.

Unfortunately, he was also [literally] looked down upon by his remaining parent; Kami.

Everytime Piccolo "Fuses" with another Namekian; it's when that Namekian is about to run out of life energy. He absorbs them so that he can use their memories, powers, and abilities. But it's not fusion like we see later in the series.

It's more like cannibalism.

Absorbing Nail is a feature of Piccolo "Regaining his heritage". The one he lost when King Piccolo was exiled. And he was gifted the knowledge and the future of his race rested upon his shoulders.

It was this that finally convinced Kami Piccolo that Jr wasn't a bad guy like his father; despite... Still only seeing King Piccolo and conversing with him as if he was his former other half.

This is the absorption ability, and reunification of Piccolo's history. He is complete now that he's recovered a lot, but he's *still* alone.

This ability was one of the many studied by Dr. Gero

And used to create his Magnum Opus and ultimate lifeform; Cell. Cell has this absorption ability; though it seems to only work on other Androids, AND against their will.

That he changes form like Frieza does seems to be coincidence as Gero admitted that "He had no data from when the heroes went off planet."

Buu seems to be a finished product in comparison to Gero's Buu. Created by Bibidi, with the assistance of magic combined with science. Buu seems to be a homunculus, also capable of absorbing entire people against their will. But instead of just androids, it's anybody.

Though... This may be similar to Android 19's energy absorption which can forceably absorb Ki, but seems to be limited in scope.

This brings us to the skill [Fusion] taught to Goku by the Matamorans, and the lesser known skill [Fission] developed by the Yardrats.

Fission's purpose seems to be two fold; a defensive skill to separate a fused combatant (Thereby reducing their total power level) and to rescue allies that have been taken by abilities similar to Cell and Buus.

That it seems like Gogeta has the ability to perform fission, must mean that Goku learned it somewhere. Or just got lucky and reverse engineered it.

It may also be a spell performed on people that had a need to use the Potatara Earrings, which forcibly and permanently fuse their wearers.

Vegeta likely took advantage of this to defuse himself and Goku while also rescue their allies absorbed by Buu. Likely reasoning that their power levels should be more or less even after that.

Though... It seems in the Show that Goku and Vegeta are uncertain as to why they unfused after leaving Buu's body.

Unlike the absorption which allows the absorber to remain on control; typical fusion has both of the combatants more or less at the same conscious level.

Some personality quirks are more evident depending on the method of fusion. But they seem to operate in tandem.

As such; a fused individual performs their attacks combined, has knowledge of all the attacks either participant knows, and seems to *always* be performing two separate actions jointly.

When Vegito/Gogeta do a Ki attack, for example, it's Kamehameha combined with Galick Gun. Everything is fused together, and what either would do in a particular system, attack, defending, firing energy, they each do the action that they would do in that situation.

Gotenks on the other hand seems to be a more coherent character who takes from all of trunks AND Goten's knowledge and personality. And performs actions based on the intent of their attack, instead of years of training and experience like their fathers.

As a little minor Note; [Spirit Bomb] is an energy absorption technique. But it seems like King Kai doesn't know that a wielder can absorb the collected energy for a restorative energy boost.

Instead assuming that it is simply an offensive attack. Which likely is how Gero created 19's absorption ability in the first place, not realizing the limitations of the host's ability to absorb the energy.

As such, Goku definitely lost out on a lot of easy victories simply because nobody told him his techniques have alternate uses.

This is the reason why the Saiyan Children are technically stronger fighters, because they aren't limited by their imagination. And why Goku, despite being the strongest, just can't use any skill in a way that isn't it's theoretical intended purpose.

Also; Vegeta *hates* being fused with Goku. Wondering if it's individualism, or because Goku has some weird thoughts in his head...

[eaglefairy]

As I promised a while ago, here are some thoughts I had from the last few chapters of xenoblade 2, presented in rough chronological order:

I liked Mikhail in Torna a lot, and I liked what they revealed for his backstory here too. Honestly I was even kind of cheering on his revenge in killing Indol even though the other half of me was like "wait no that's bad don't kill the whole Titan"

Amalthus is like. I get him, yeah, and he's a perfect philosophical foil to Rex, but he's not really interesting to me in any way except for how he managed to get and keep power for so long without anyone noticing, like "banality of evil" kind of stuff

I'm really glad for that conversation with Jin near the end because it reassured me that they did in fact have a reason to make Blades the way they are and it wasn't just a horribly thought out piece of worldbuilding. It seems to me like the point they're trying to make is that the Blade-Driver bond and the endlessly reincarnating nature of Blades isn't inherently a bad thing as long as the humans don't take advantage of the Blades' dependence on them, and Indol's religion has made everything a lot worse for Blades because of its teaching that they're inherently lesser and subservient to humans. I still vehemently disagree with that idea (that Blade dependence on humans is Fine Actually) due to the reliance on good choices by humans, but I at least respect that they're making a point

Once again the osmosis of xc2 lore from people who don't like it has failed me, because I thought that they made it so Zanza was just Klaus' "evil half" and really Klaus was good all along, guys! (gag). I like the actual reality much more, where it's more that the Architect is a version of Klaus who didn't get what he wanted and tried to fix the damage he caused while Zanza got exactly what he wanted and so didn't care about the damage. They both started at the same point (genius asshole) but diverged after The Experiment

Althought speaking of the Experiment, now I'm confused. What's the point of the Trinity Processor if the Conduit is what actually made things happen? How do they relate? I feel like I might've missed something wrt that

(Also side note yeah I know that the Conduit is important to the wider Xeno-series lore, but I neither know nor care nor care to know about any of that. I'm happy just staying within the -blade series)

Finally I'll admit that I don't like the change from "creating a universe" (xc1) to "opening paths to other dimensions" (xc2). To be fair this is an incredibly minor change that affects basically nothing in the series and really just boils down to a change in wording. I just personally hate retcons on principle; if I liked it the first time, why would I want it to be changed in a sequel? And so anything like this instantly gets a disproportionate response out of me lol

Last thing I thought of while editing this: what are the abilities of flesh eaters?? I thought they were basically just Blades that weren't dependent on Drivers and could bond Blades of their own. I was willing to accept Nia switching between Driver and Blade forms after her awakening as a hardware limitation or something until I saw the cutscenes were she physically switches between the two forms on-camera. It isn't just an outfit change either, her ears change size and shape! Is that something all flesh eaters can do? Something all blades can do? Is it specific to just Nia, and if so then why?

[ddarker-dreams]

what would fluster/embarrass tf out of the genshin yan boys?? or just what would darling have to do themselves to incite that kind of reaction from them?? i high key just want childe or scaramouche to get embarrassed in front of darling bc of how annoying they are bro like shut up you’re prettier when you don’t talk okay 💢💢💢

i went with the boys i felt like would have the most interesting reactions, i hope you don't mind !!

Childe

The best way to get a flustered Childe is to compliment his combat prowess. Whether you’re doing it to mess with him or trying to sweeten him up for some future plan, so long as you sound genuine, he’ll be putty in your hands. You can expect to be dragged to some of his training sessions with other Fatui members, where he very blatantly shows off for you. Ogle over him a bit and say he’s so strong and his face will be red up to his ears. If you were to rush over to him with a towel and water bottle in hand, fussing over his health, consider this embarrassment amplified tenfold. He likes it though and later brags to his underlings about how cute and doting of a spouse you are. If you were to caress his biceps his soul might ascend on the spot. Just don’t be too blatant with your manipulation or else he’ll catch on. It’s a slow and daunting process. 

Diluc

Seeing you wear the clothes he bought/ordered for you just gets him riled up. He’ll be adjusting his collar, clearing his throat, avoiding your gaze like his life depends on it. Might indulge himself by adjusting some wrinkles in your clothes and muttering about needing a seamstress to make an adjustment or two. He knows you’re just choosing the lesser of two evils by wearing the clothes he’s sat out for you, yet he can’t help but delude himself for a few seconds into thinking this is a mutual relationship. That you’re his loving spouse, greeting him at the door by pecking him on the lips, waving to him through the window with a lovestruck expression on your face. Reality is far crueler than fantasy, as by the time he’s done letting his imagination run wild, you’re calling him creepy for staring at you so long. Diluc considers complimenting you but can’t find the right words. That, and you’re starting to glare at him now. So he dismisses himself as not to get embarrassed further. 

Xiao

He actually gets flustered almost anything you do? It's just difficult to tell, as he's capable of maintaining a composed face. When you stretch to reveal part of your midriff, or the little noises you make after falling asleep, how your hair is all cute and ruffled after you wake up from a nap... his pupils are dilated and he's trying not to pounce. Unfortunately for him, hearing his name spoken by you gets to him the most. His name is a personal triumph that he holds dear to his heart. So to hear it said in your voice makes his face heat up. He can't play it off like he can the other times he gets embarrassed. There’s also the fact he gets so hype when you summon him from a distance, since you’re normally antagonistic to his presence. Even if the reason is that you’re thirsty and need water so you don’t die of dehydration, he’s got some pep in his step over you saying his name. It’s an overall win for him. 

Scaramouche

Scaramouche would rather die on the spot than admit this to you, but you’re his first... well, everything. First relationship (if you can even label it that), first kiss, first “love”. He’s going to act like he knows what he’s doing but he has no idea. Scaramouche is mainly mimicking things he’s observed over his centuries of life, which leads to mixed results. This explains your first kiss. He’s winging it, as per usual, and you’re able to bear it if you close your eyes and try to shut him out. Then he goes straight for some tongue. Not a tasteful amount either, no playing with your lower lip or anything. Just immediately tries to jam it into your mouth, much to your obvious displeasure. When you pull back, sputtering and indignant, demanding to know what he’s doing, he’s confused. He’s seen men do this to their partners, why are you getting all huffy? You’d have to gather whatever patience you have left to explain that using tongue shouldn’t be trying to asphyxiate your partner by blocking their windpipe. That’s news to him. So he’s clearing his throat and saying he knew that, brushing it off like nothing ever happened. 

[felinedetached]

Fandom Ableism in the MCYT Community

[Edited 14 June 2021]

One thing I’ve noticed about the MCYT (Dream SMP, specifically) community on both Tumblr and Twitter is that when informed of things that are ableist, or harmful to ND people, a lot of people ignore the post/tweet, derail it or actively fight against it.

“I’m ND so I can’t be ableist” is a common statement, which is blatantly untrue. Even I’ve used ableist terms and phrases before, without realising they were harmful. So as a neurodivergent person, with autism, BPD, depression/anxiety, dyslexia, psychosis & brain damage*: here’s some common ableist things both CCs and fandom say almost constantly**.

*note that not every neurodivergent person will agree with me on these, but these are commonly ableist things people have previously talked about online, and/or have been discussed between me and other neurodivergent friends. No minority can ever speak for the entire group.

**note that a lot of these are common outside the MCYT community as well, and that some of these are just considered societally acceptable. This isn’t okay, but it explains why a lot of people don’t recognise jokes or comments like these are wrong, and it means that it’s not a direct moral failing of people that they don’t immediately or directly recognise these comments as wrong.

Now, let’s get into the things you might not have realised are potentially ableist:

1. Use of “Psychopath/Psycho/Sociopath/Schizo” and other demeaning terms for people with mental illnesses as insults, or to describe characters who are considered villainous. Psychopath/Psycho/Sociopath are already terms that people with ASPD dislike using, even not as an insult, but using these terms to describe people or characters who you disagree with or see as villainous only contributes to the villainisation of people with ASPD and other mental illnesses. Using c!Dream as an example: Dream as a character is not confirmed to have any of these mental illnesses. He is, however, commonly labeled as psychotic/psychopathic, incapable of any kind of compassion.

He is also a character that fandom largely insists that nobody is allowed to sympathise with. This is a huge issue, and has hurt a lot of people, especially people with low empathy, or mental illnesses that cause them to relate to some of c!Dream’s actions (e.g. pulling away from all his friends, desperately grasping at straws to gain control of situations etc). Insisting that these characters are characters it’s impossible to sympathise with, all while calling them psychotic/psychopathic/sociopathic, is extremely harmful, and I hope this post draws attention to that.

Here’s another post that talks about that.

2. Use of the term “freak”, in general. As an insult, “freak” has been typically used to insult neurodivergent people, people with visible physical disabilities (ex. “freakshow”, and the term was reportedly created with the intent of insulting people with physical disabilities), or people who display any kind of abnormal/atypical social behaviour/physical aspects — people who are usually ND people who lack a diagnosis or people with physical disabilities. Recent usage has come to mean “people who do things that hurt other people”, but this is harmful as well; using words like “freak” or “weirdo” which mean “socially atypical behaviour” to refer to people who are actually doing things that hurt other people conflates the two, and often has a side effect of hurting disabled people who see it.

3. Calling ND ccs like Technoblade monotone/emotionless. While the term “monotone” isn’t ableist in and of itself, the fact that it’s being used against a neurodivergent man who emotes in a different way to neurotypical people rubs a lot of ND people the wrong way. I’ve partially discussed this here, in a tweet responding to a person who said that c!Technoblade, quote, “has no human capabilities like emotion for example”. This, however, is not something contained to c!Technoblade — one of the most common jokes in this fandom is how rare it is to hear emotion in Technoblade’s voice.

The issue with that is that neurodivergent people almost universally agree that Technoblade emotes perfectly fine, and, in fact, emotes more freely and clearly than a lot of others do. Hence, calling him monotone perpetuates the idea of ND people as emotionless/less able to be hurt/less expressive, which often hurts us. It also contributes to the dehumanisation of ND people — related to how ND symptoms are most often seen in robots or monsters in shows — and is generally extremely harmful, on top of being untrue.

4. Related to point 3: the infantilisation of ND ccs like Tubbo and Dream, usually paired with assigning “caretakers” of their friends, like Tommy and George. This is about the posts that spread like “omg, Tommy helps Tubbo with his dyslexia, that’s so cute” or “omg George is so patient with Dream, I could never sit through that” on videos of Dream vocally stimming because of his ADHD. This is another post that talks about this, but I wanted to talk more about why this is harmful here.

4a) With Tubbo’s dyslexia, from someone with dyslexia, it isn’t harmful to correct his spelling and move on. Personally, I think this is helpful — others will think it’s condescending, because not all ND people are the same — but as the above linked post mentions, this is not what Tubbo’s twitch chat does. This is not what the comments say. It’s all things about how it’s “so cute” that Tubbo can’t spell, how Tommy/Ranboo are “so patient” with correcting him. This is rooted in the need to constantly watch over ND people while acting like we can't live our lives without someone having us under constant vigilance. It feels like savior-complex ableism, like people are trying so hard to not be ableist that they spin back around to hurting us instead. And it feels like we are being treated like children. Like we are lesser than, and need to be monitored/watched over.

4b) Similarly to what people do with Tubbo, the comments on posts about Dream’s vocal stimming are often full of people calling George “patient” for “dealing with it”, or claiming they “wouldn’t be able to handle it”. This is inherently ableist. They’re praising George for basic human decency towards ND people, and claiming in the same breath that they wouldn’t be able to do that themselves. And then there’s these.

These comments infantilise Dream — claiming he “wouldn’t be able to stop/calm down” without George’s help, implying he’d “spiral out of control” or claiming “everyone is now my child”. It’s all related to the infantilisation of ND people, and the belief that without help/a caretaker we cannot take care of ourselves.

5. The way people treat ccs who likely have undiagnosed neurodivergencies, like Wilbur. Wilbur has openly admitted on stream before that his parents considered getting him an autism diagnosis. He also openly admits on stream that he has habits he doesn’t understand why he does, and hyperfixates on things for months at a time and doesn’t know why. Posts like this have gone around Tumblr, in which Wilbur displays blatantly ND traits.

And fandom generally calls him weird for expressing those traits. This video where he talks about eating sand because he likes the texture? That’s an ND trait. This video where he talks about his irrational hatred for anteaters? While mostly a joke, irrational hatred of something when you can’t explain/understand/articulate why is also a common ND trait. He spends 20 minutes during a Philza stream info-dumping about self-sustaining ecosystems (sharing the photo, because I think it’s really cool) and fandom begins calling them “Wilbur’s weird jars”. It’s demeaning to people who infodump, and as a ND person who hyperfixates and infodumps it’s really upsetting to see. It’s also upsetting to see other ND traits being called “weird” or “freaky” & made out to be soley some funny joke for NT people to laugh at us about.

Additionally: It’s strange to me that people think it’s okay to make fun of ND traits just because they know that or perceive that the person they’re making fun of is NT. It’s still making fun of ND traits. It’s still insulting ND people. It’s still ableist as hell. Why is it okay just because the person is NT?

6. Implying that c!Ranboo’s enderwalking is inherently violent. Ranboo has shown us time and time again that the enderwalk state isn’t a violent state. That the enderwalk state isn’t a seperate version of c!Ranboo that does horrific things. Why, then, is it so common to imply that Ranboo would be violent and hurt people why he’s enderwalking?

It comes back to the perception of c!Ranboo as a character with “two halves”, or as a character with DID. Ranboo has made it clear that his character does not have DID, but this headcanon about his character persists, and it persists in a way that is directly harmful to people with DID — and to people who dissociate or sleepwalk. We do not commit horrific acts while we dissociate, while we’re sleepwalking, because the majority of the time we’re just checked out, our body is on autopilot. Insinuating that we do is harmful. Insinuating that Ranboo has “another half” that’s inherently violent or evil is harmful to people with DID. I’m not going to ask you to stop writing these headcanons etc, but please consider the effect you have on people before you do.

7. Related to point 6: the perception of c!Ranboo as “soft” and “cute” and/or perfectly moral because of his canonical anxiety. This is really harmful, and comes once again from the infantilisation of disorders like anxiety and depression. Ranboo has made clear time and time again that his character isn’t moral, and in fact is extremely inconsistent. He’s portrayed his character as inconsistent, as someone who hurts his friends unintentionally and often due to his want to please everyone, and yet he’s constantly seen as “soft/pure/the only moral one” because of his anxiety causing to have repeated and consistent spirals on-screen. These spirals are not healthy. They don’t indicate his “perfect morals” or make him more moral than anyone else on the SMP. Please stop infantilising people with anxiety, it’s really hurtful.

8. Implying that c!Technoblade is inherently a violent person because of his voices. I’ll admit here: my hallucinations are visual. I do not get auditory hallucinations, and I cannot speak for people who do. But many people have spoken out about this, and discussed how talking about Technoblade as an inherently violent character because of his voices is harmful, and a stereotype of people with schizophrenia.

Technoblade’s character is, in and of itself, inherently a stereotype (despite the fact that his chat are more likely to be a supernatural entity than a symptom of a disorder such as schizophrenia) in that the idea of “hearing voices that encourage violence” is a stereotype of people with schizophrenia. As an actual symptom, is a very uncommon one. More common auditory hallucinations for people with schizophrenia or psychosis are, reportedly, whispers or unrelated conversation. One of my friends hears screaming.

But the issue is with the implication that c!Technoblade is “driven to violence” by the voices. Canonically, he has dealt with the “bloodlust” of chat by grinding withers. He’s perfectly capable of being peaceful, even with “voices pushing for violence”, and he’s perfectly capable of being violent without the “voices” influence. It’s the connotations and the history that fandom has in demonising and villainising c!Technoblade for even having the “voices” in the first place, and acting having them makes him inherently violent and unstable. There’s precedent for that already in society, and it’s not okay to perpetuate it.

[Edit: as of 22/05/2021, I do experience auditory hallucinations, and I can confirm that I am not any more violent, and the voices I hear don’t push me to violence. The clearest one just said ‘click’ in my ear.]

9. Jokes about brain damage and the use of “brainrot” as a term. I made a post about how common jokes about brain damage are here, and I would like to reiterate bits of it.

Jokes like these are really really normalized in modern society. I’m sure a lot of you didn’t even register it as wrong, and that isn’t a moral failing! It’s a norm in society, and that means the majority of people arent going to register it as something hurtful, because it’s said so often. But it does still hurt. The idea of using a disability as an insult is really harmful and it feels dehumanizing, like our disability makes us lesser, something that should be laughed at.

“Brainrot” as a term originated in Skyrim, as a disease that literally rotted your brain. However, as a term, it has very similar connotations to “brain damaged” and has been used in similarly joking and insulting ways. It’s something that feels really off to me and other neurodivergent people to see used by neurotypical people. It even sometimes feels uncomfortable when used by neurodivergent people, even if it’s used in positive ways. I know quite a few people who have removed it from their vocab completely because of the connotations, and I have personally done the same. Once again, I am just asking you to please consider your words before you use them.

10. Calling c!Wilbur during his Pogtopia Arc “Vilbur”. Yes, he was a villain. Yes, he hurt people. But c!Wilbur during the Pogtopia Arc only has one major difference from c!Wilbur during the L’Manburg Arc: a visible depiction of mental illness, specifically paranoia and psychosis. Treating him as a seperate person and calling that seperate person “Vilbur” comes across as extremely hurtful, and contributes to the villainisation of mentally ill people. His mental illness does not excuse him from hurting people, but calling c!Wilbur “Vilbur” upsets a lot of us, because wether or not it’s intended, it feels reductive, hurtful, and insulting.

If you got to the end of this post, thank you so much for reading. I hope that this helped you recognise things that you might not have known were ableist, and that you consider what I’ve said here. I also know that I haven’t addressed everything ableist that’s spread through the MCYT fandom community, so if you’re ND and have something you’d like to add, please feel free.