#(002). sms !!

[marshmelia]

(OC) STARGRAM First four prisonerss

[linagram]

YAAAY fanart tag!!!! Chat let's flood it with Linagram fanart chat I'll start with some doodles throughout the year

I wanted to post it in the right order but it's all messy and I don't know how to move it on a phone eeeh...

(ANYWAY I'll stop spamming for now since I don't really have anything else I hope I was not too troublesome!)

Again, wish you the best luck with your project!! I look forward to seeing where it all goes, especially looking at how fifth interrogation went ^0^

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD IM CRYING..... they all look so cute, i love how their expressions look!! they show their personalities so well...

[goddessrisen]

         soft,   melodic   laughter   escaped   parted   flesh,   only   partially   muffled   by   the   hand   raised   in   an   attempt   to   hide   the   goddess's   amusement.   brilliant,   amber   eyes   glimmered   with   something   soft   as   they   curiously   studied   crystal,   head   canted   to   the   side.   though   the   other   was   most   likely   jesting,   hyeon-seung   could   not   deny   the   slight   amount   of   pride   at   the   comment.   many   seemed   to   forget   that   though   she   was   more   oft   than   not   a   benevolent   goddess,   she   was   also   a   primordial   being,   older   than   time   itself.   one   did   not   become   that   powerful   by   being   sweet       &&   subservient.

@chrysnae   summoned the goddess, “You're an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature.”

         “     thank   you.   finally,   mortals   tend   to   forget   that   little   bit…   perhaps   i've   gone   too   long   without   losing   my   temper…       ”       sinfully   plush   flesh   curled   into   a   teasing   smile   as   the   goddess   leaned   against   the   other,   resting   her   head   on   crystal's   shoulder.     “       though,   mayhaps   i   should   smite   you…   calling   me   a   little   creature     &&       such.       ”

jenniger armentrout starters || accepting

[enjomo-arch]

Love the idea of Roger being really nice with Ace. Talking to him and doing nice fatherly things with his boy. Then we have Rouge, putting her hand on Ace's shoulder and telling him to stab a guy because he didn't say good morning ma'am.

[saiakv]

💏 from satoru!

50 ways to kiss ♥ : accepting ! 4. where it hurts.

Musical ambient fills Suguru's dorm room from the portable radio; displayed on the windowsill, right next to his sole potted plant ( that, too, had begun to rot in lack of sufficient light, but for once he didn't seem to have noticed ) It was a chilly evening outside, the residuals of heavy winter melting into a dreary spring.

Which meant this would be their only chance to visit that new pancake shop he had scouted one day while walking to the train in some time. Makes them both salty and sweet; it was ideal. For weeks now, the mental image of himself and Satoru catching up at one of those lovely tables by the window overlooking the tracks with a fat stack of steaming hot pancakes between them had become the thought that drags him out of bed in the morning. It would be one of those few moments where Suguru could breathe a little easier and trick himself into feeling it was just like back then. When they were kids.

Now he feels like an overworked adult nearing retirement. Watching himself all dressed up in the bathroom mirror almost feels unreal — it's been so long since he wore something other than his uniform or a tracksuit; even his nightwear is freshly folded in a closet that thankfully Satoru had not thought to pry in. Fingertips brush over the cross looped around his gauge, momentarily debating whether it's excessive with the fit. He dabs some sweet yet mellow perfume under his wrists whilst mulling it over. Such frivolous thoughts and yet he craves them like the desert does rain; they only seem to be accessible to him when it's just him and Satoru. Some kind of stress-bond situation, the therapist said.

It's rather unfortunate, then, that he's bonded with the guy who's away on missions half the time. And training when he isn't. And attending clan meetings. And there's always another and.

This next one awaits Suguru when he finally walks out of the bathroom, in his favorite off-white turtleneck, hair in a half updo ( it's the very first time he's switching up the style! ) and the hope rekindled in eyes framed with kohl.

❝ So, what do you think— ❞

Eyes widen upon the sight of Tokyo's prodigal son curled up on the bed with his face half-buried in the pillow. It's a familiar sight that plants a pang in Suguru's chest every time; because he knows what it means. Just as well as he knows what he's going to hear if he brings it up; 'No, we can go, it's okay, it's not that bad'. It's not like Satoru doesn't know it himself; they're overworking him to the bone. But he has never been allowed to be weak, not outside this room, at least.

Briefly, Suguru swallows his pout -- his disappointment. It's felt, but blown away by the sweet whistle of a promise of sleep. So he falls silent, instantaneously, and shrugs off his jacket. Next thing he's rolling down the blinds and normally that would be the point where his friend realizes what is happening and puts up resistance. But before Satoru has a chance to express anything, the younger sorcerer is already knelt by his bedside, taking his cool hand between his palms with an affectionate expression.

❝ It's okay. We'll go another time. ❞ Ah, the indefinite 'other time' that Suguru always mentions in such situations. If he wanted to count the number of reverberations of this exact sentence during this past year on his fingers, he would need several more arms.

Still, his lips are warm and tender when they press over white tufts, lingering on his forehead. It's only a few seconds, but if he could suck some of his pain then and there into himself, Suguru knows it in his soul that he would. And not just this migraine. The burdens, the pressure, the things that make the Gojo Satoru yet another exploitable resource; a cog. Suguru tries not to think about it whien he holds his stupid pretty face, grinds a callused thumb over his cheek. A deep breath into his hair that comes so naturally before parting; with the usual reassuring smile that somewhat makes his tired eyes look less puffy.

He peers into the crack of cerulean under a silver lining — looks into his dearest friend's gaze until a weary smile reflects within them. And it's contagious; Suguru smirks right after and shuffles the covers to crawl into bed with him.

❝ Now move over, Mr. Starfish. You're taking up all the space. ❞

For one thing, at least sleep will come easy.

[adellc]

seduce and destroy. pierce and enjoy

nome: adella

idade: 29 anos

qualidades: convincente, energética, extrovertida, persistente

defeitos: rancorosa, vingativa, impulsiva, influenciável

gostos: mar, fazer as unhas, mini saias, batom vermelho, flores, calor, sol, espelhos, cantar

desgostos: comidas apimentadas, altura, frio, insetos, pesca

biografia:

Já sabia que não era a favorita, mas não tinha problema com isso! Adella sempre foi confiante e gostava de pensar que sempre teria tudo que quisesse - porque se esforçaria para ter! Diferente das outras irmãs que temiam os humanos, Adella sempre pensou que era injusto que ficassem apenas no oceano enquanto os humanos tinham todo o resto - queria conhecê-los e entendê-los, aliar-se a eles ou quem sabe destruí-los.

Quando as irmãs foram a Tão Tão Distante, não perdeu tempo em segui-las. Percebeu então que a vida humana é bastante diferente da que esperava - e logo se apaixonou. Se apaixonou uma, duas, três, muitas vezes. Percebeu porque eles eram considerados maldosos, porque eram capazes de partir corações muito fácil. Mas Adella era persistente e remoía os corações partido dentro do estômago. Partiu a ser ela a partir! Seu hobby? Seduzir e destruir. Tornou-se especialista em tornar as pessoas tristes - e a cada vez, sentia-se melhor.

Atualmente, Adella tem trabalhado cantando - em bares, restaurantes e onde bem entender. Foi desenvolvendo uma habilidade comum em sereias de utilizar sua voz e sua música como forma de entrar na mente alheia. É capaz de convencer e também de fazer com que sintam emoções diferentes.

[vastampede]

as a side note, I will be playing totk after today but I do plan on doing some writing this weekend. Mostly to answer memes or do the few replies I owe. But activity will be low for the next week as I spend time with my boy Link

[nikandrosr]

stupidity is far more dangerous than evil.

nome: nikandros

idade: 37 anos

local de nascimento: reino vermelho

qualidades: Inteligente, discreto, cuidadoso e esforçado

defeitos: Maldoso, egoista, calculista e metódico

gostos: livros, caneta de pena, chapéu, chá, café da manhã, poltronas confortáveis, estudar, sua coleção de estiletes

desgostos: atrasos, palavrões, crianças, piadas (não entende)

biografia:

Nikandros é um cientista do reino vermelho que tem estudado como extrair magia e ser capaz de oferece-la para as pessoas que, assim como ele, não possuem super poderes ou magia dentro do corpo. Em Tão Tão Distante, usa o porão de sua casa como um centro de laboratório, onde realiza testes com outros seres, sem muito se incomodar se usa pessoas como cobaias.

curiosidade:

Tem alguns episódios de explosão de raiva, comportamentos extremamente violentos que resultam em lapsos de memória e blackouts.

[arachnidiots-a]

@attercopus said -- " okay - okay -- now the important question, what color is . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ?! " he's striking a little pose with his tail, whipping it around to look almost like ... the number seven ? ( he's fascinated by the young spider's synesthesia; can you tell ? ) -- to liam kaz

voice a rich deep blue, it takes them to even spot the other color amongst the discussion. a blink and she would’ve missed it, waving like a child out of frame in a photo. as soon as he’s done talking, red takes over. 

the air shifts around the tail, wind vibrating so subtly in small gusts that to the regular eye mean NOTHING. to liam, they’re small red waves that ripple. crashing lightly against the air, the already pale red fades away. they let the other carry on with the pose and the action strikes— it’s almost peaceful for once. this trick, or what have you, of liam’s is rarely so calm, and they hope to bask in it a little longer. head tilting from side to side, trying to make out some shape or detail in the way the tail moves, she dares not to disturb the calmness that’s lulled over the otherwise overwhelming power. her own voice wouldn’t do anything— it’s not like everybody else, there’s no colors attached to it, and yet she holds off on answering should this be the day that changes. 

it feels long— but it’s maybe a minute at most before a very matter-of-fact, “red.”

[mastermicd]

@lingeringscars liked for a starter (still accepting).

"listen ––" if there was one thing that you could count on when it came to chris, it was that more often than not, whatever followed a sentence that started that way, it probably wasn't going to be good. " –– chris keller isn't about to just apologise. i'm meant to be keeping it real." as if layla was going to take that as a real excuse for being as rude as he had been.

[sweetheartsaku]

oh my goodness 🥹

[linagram]

Thoughts on Aimi because you bringing up that she was muu kusunoki'd makes me think. Or rather the fact that she ended up guilty only when she "accepted" that she was bullied, while when she denied it she seemed innocent. Because I was one of the people who thought of her as innocent at first but ended up going with guilty in the last trial so I'm thinking of how I see it.

First, I think that it's a question of how much one has control or agency in a situation that involves bullying, or any power dynamics driven abuse for that matter. As long as Aimi denies the bullying, she can't be in control of anything in the situation — because she's not even aware of the situation in question. If we talk about muu kusunoki'ing, it's interesting that Muu tried to convey the same idea (the situation with bullying was completely out of her control, she's a perfect victim) through insisting that the situation existed and was horrible, while Aimi tried to do it through denying and sugarcoating it. I think generally speaking Aimi's method works even better to convey this idea. Because when the person acknowledges the abuse, our first question is, then why are you still there? We can easily assume that they decide to stay and participate in these dynamics and we see it as their responsibility to escape it. But Aimi doesn't even acknowledge, so someone else needs to save her from it.

Now onto my verdict:

I was unsure what to vote in the last trial because Aimi was really surrounded with so much violence that it's hard for me to blame her for using violence as well, especially that she's young. Her brother used violence to show "love" to her and likely, as an overcontrolling caretaker, got mad every time she did something that he didn't like, so naturally how would she know what is the normal way to show love, and that getting aggressive at people not behaving the way you want them to is not very healthy? Her classmates also decided to be hostile with her because she acted in the way they didn't like. She might have been aware of the bullying but I don't think she was aware of a world where violence doesn't exist, not in such an amount at least.

Initially, I thought that Aimi was bullied because she was just seen as a burden since she appears naive annoying and clueless, and that she was deceived into thinking this is how friendship works. She reminded me of Flowers for Algernon not because of the disability but because of the similar naivety.

I think she's right in bringing up that people switch opinions once they find that there's a "reason" for someone to be bullied or abused. Because of that I don't want my reason to decide she's guilty to be that I found what she was bullied for, so I started to think about it. I think the reason why I switched my opinion to guilty wasn't because she was aggressive and so "deserved" the bullying, or because she inflicted harm whatsoever, but because she never stopped inflicting it.

As much as it's complicated because again, if the person was always surrounded with violence then how are they going to learn that it's not the only way to like, interact with people at all. She's not the source or reason of the violence that is being inflicted on her, and it's not in her responsibility or power to stop other people's actions. Again I doubt she even considered that there are places in the world that are not so hostile.

However I do think that in the end it was Aimi's choice to stay in these dynamics with her classmates. Her brother is one thing, but I don't see a reason why she wouldn't be able to change schools. It's as if she insisted on being friends with *these people* in particular, maybe because they already rejected her that she was growing attached even more in a sense (wanting to "win" them, or take revenge for hurting her, or most likely both as it often happens). We didn't get a lot of information on her brother so I don't know, it might have as well turned the situation again if he insisted that they kill her classmates and if she doesn't go along with the plan or tries to sabotage it she will be punished, but I don't remember we got any implications of that. Just that he came up with it and she went along with it. So I suppose that she had a chance to stop it and just leave the environment of her classmates. I don't think that she was completely averse to the idea since she is already known to become aggressive at her classmates when they reject her so I think she wanted a chance to take revenge.

The way Aimi acts and wants to prove herself as a perfect victim, even denying the abuse so she for sure doesn't have to take any responsibility for escaping it, while I don't think it's done out of malicious intent, it does make me feel that it was sort of convenient for her to stay as a "victim". I don't mean that it was good for her or that she enjoyed it, I mean that burying herself in being a "victim" was a way to prove to herself that her pain matters, and that she will finally become likeable if she's innocent enough. But together with that she continued being the source of harm as well, the final of it being mass murder. Also the problem with proving yourself as a perfect victim is that you become blind to your own harm because victims aren't capable of harm.

So yes she's muu kusunoki'ing in the sense that she gets trapped in the power dynamics and continues to perpetuate them. In a way, she became an accomplice of her classmates. The mass murder makes it look especially bad because I think it's one thing to return the pain to those who harm you, or to harm as the only way to escape (so I consider her murder of her brother justified) but it's another thing to try and make these people to be completely gone when there are other ways to go out of the situation. Like girl stop latching onto those who already rejected you you're making it worse.

thank you so much for sharing your thoughts!!

when it comes to aimi's brother, he's simply a character that i just can't reveal much about bc of how some in-universe stuff works, so the audience only has the vds, mvs, and aimi's behind the sin vd to work with 😔 but his relationship with aimi is actually slightly different from what you suggested, he didn't really threaten to punish her, it was more like.. he taught her that violence is the only option, basically. or to be more exact, he said that she's just so nice and so special that she can do no wrong, so no matter what she does, it will always be valid and acceptable. 1) because he was that attached to her and he really did love her in his own way and 2) because they're two privileged rich kids who believe they're allowed to do anything they want. i think if aimi snapped and decided to kill a classmate (or classmates) herself, without any help, he wouldn't question it at all and would even be happy about it.

like here are some examples! the guy clearly believes aimi can do no wrong and that it's always been her classmates' fault.

and um. he's kinda wrong about that because aimi thought she was a "perfect victim" even before milgram! like she already said stuff like "why are they so mean to me, i'm not the one in the wrong"!

and it actually really is convenient for aimi to stay as a victim because you're right, it would actually be very easy for her to change schools! i really love this parallel between her and akio because akio mentioned before that he's currently attending an elite school, however, akio's financial situation is very different from aimi's and he actually feels like he can't change schools now because he's afraid of disappointing his parents who have worked hard to send him there.

meanwhile aimi could easily leave but. she was so angry because she thought she can become friends with literally anyone, so she stayed there until she could successfully buy everyone's friendship (and that worked only when she sent them to their death). the girl really just couldn't handle rejection 😭

[rviner]

@ofwrxth fenrir x drina - run

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For all of his life until the loss of his son, Fenrir considered himself an understanding wolf. Not only diplomatic, but he thought of himself as a man who could understand the happenings around him. And with the death of Lief came a death of self. Now, it feels as if he understands nothing. Not even how to navigate the silences that fill between him and Drina. All he can hear is her footsteps as they both lead their horses through the abandoned town. The strange world they now inhabit, he also doesn't understand. Nor wishes to. He only wishes to understand why his son was taken from them, and wishes to understand how to go on without him. But all it takes is a sudden and silent swift shift to the entire moment. He and Drina hitch their horses, then they walk side by side and just ahead of them there is a flash of a green box. Standing tall. The Sp-ri-yte scrawled across the front of it. It makes Fenrir pause, taking a quick look to Drina and catching the hint of excitement behind her eyes. Neither of them need to say a word, it becomes an unspoken challenge to run across ice towards the elixir. For Fenrir, it's simple excitement to see happiness in his wife again and he naturally gives her the lead as he laughs.

Only, he doesn't quite expect Drina to be that fast. It causes a louder laugh once he realizes he's losing, and it's then a natural instinct for Fenrir to bundle snow into his palms before hurtling it to the back of his wife. Aiming for her shoulder first, just to make her turn so the next hurdle of snow lands across her face. To which, Fenrir's brows raise and there's a certain challenge on his features as he hesitantly prepares another bundle of snow. "Whoever is victorious wins the first taste." he gestures to the big green box with a nod, before returning his gaze to Drina with a grin. "Unless of course, you wish to forfeit."

[goddessrisen]

     for a goddess so revered by her disciples, the primordial being was not familiar with gentle emotions. she understood their fear and lust toward her. for how could such basic creatures be expected to do anything else? but the gentle, nigh reverent touch from the empyrean valkyrie? none had prompted such a visceral reaction as she. breath caught within her chest as emotion flared in response, confusion warred with desire. large, calloused hands, hours of intense training and skill evident, grasped her delicate one within. liquid silver glimmered with amusement as the valkyrie lifted the small hand, a reverent kiss pressed to the slender knuckles before a thumb traced the tingling sensation left behind. dark lashes partially obscured brilliant amber as the celestial sharply inhaled, plush lips parting as she studied the other.

  soft gestures + 18 / from verona! @strywoven

     " such dangerous games you play, dearest one. what is one to think when such soft affection is levied upon me? "   quiet, teasing laughter escaped as a breathless laugh as the goddess slowly tugged her hand free. manicured fingers grasped golden tresses, tugging at the roots as she encroached on the other's space. lips but a breath away as amber eyes locked with silver, a silent question held within.

soft gestures || accepting

[enjomo-arch]

Hey! BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. 💖💕💗

Big kith !! Thank you bunnie you're a blessing. I love u sm and I'm glad you're in my life and my mutual for so goddamn long now. I adore you with my whole heart and all your muses. Miss Ahri will be forever in my heart perceived as your personal character and you own every bit of her. It makes her and you perfect as a writer and a friend. 🔥♥️💜

[vastampede]

Rewatching tristamp at work so prepare for more writing later on