#(i don't see them on mobile tumblr it's not me i swear)

[greatwyrmgold]

@minamishimada835

That might be the intent, but it's not the text.

First off, Aqua concluded his revenge in chapter 155, literally saying "My revenge...is over now." Then a few chapters later, he discovered a motive to kill Kamiki that have very little to do with Ai. Aqua killed Kamiki because Kamiki was gonna kill Ruby, and he was going to do that because of reasons that eventually tie back to Ai, but those reasons don't matter to Aqua. He's just murder-suiciding to save his sister.

Second (and more importantly for this post), Ruby et al living the best they can in the wake of Aqua's death is very nearly not depicted. We see Akane and Kana and Miyako and Ruby sad, and then we get a fast-forward montage of them being sad some more, and at some point they stop being sad. If the point of this last arc was Aqua's loved ones moving on from his death, it needed to show the part where they actually moved on, not just a "before" and "after". (And boy howdy did Akasaka linger on the "before" to milk maximum feels out of sad teenagers!)

Ruby gets the worst of this. On one hand, we barely see her initial grief. We see her wordlessly crying in a room alone, and alone wordlessly crying in a room, and wordlessly crying alone in a room some more. As a beat to convey sadness, it works, but it doesn't do much except convey the idea of Sad without support.

Contrast that with Kana's slappy meltdown. That's not just dramatic, it's extremely specific. It conveys exactly what cocktail of grief-ey emotions Kana is feeling; she's angry, she feels betrayed, she almost certainly bottled her grief up until she did something stupid. And while Akasaka should have shown Kana recovering from that grief, we see that it's sustained by white-hot anger; we understand that those emotions can die down on their own, so not showing the recovery is less of a crippling omission.

What does Ruby crying tells us? Well, it's default shorthand for misery, especially with the dark color palette. And that's about it. We needed at least one scene of another character talking to her, trying to help her feel better, to try and wring some actual blood out of the stone. Also...maybe this is just me having more experience with the "crying alone in dark room" kind of sadness than the "yell at a corpse" kind, but I have trouble imagining that kind of grief going away on its own.

Contrast that with (I swear this is relevant) Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury, episode 22. Miorine is sad, but Suletta talking through the door at her not only developed her character but let Miorine clarify her feelings in a way that no blanket burrito could dream of. Also, it shows how Miorine recovered! I think we're supposed to assume MEM-Cho and Kana did the same for Ruby (minus the fiancee thing), but we don't see that happen.

I'm gonna paraphrase a bit from Claire Aihoshiino: Ruby could’ve had a chance to confront her own depression and her unhealthy codependency that hurt her brother so badly. Instead, we get an endpoint in lieu of any real work necessary to get there without any indication that she has learned anything meaningful from this arc or that her relationship with her family has changed at all.

I paraphrased that bit because this has been a recurring problem with Ruby (one I'm pretty sure Claire described better elsewhere but Tumblr's search function sucks). Ruby has the skeleton of a character arc, but we never see any meat. The obstacles and struggles which make a story better than an outline are all handled offscreen if they're mentioned at all. Ruby just kinda glides through the narrative and entertainment industry alike, unfettered by things that might bother Akane or Kana or Ai.

What's the point of putting Ruby through all that if we hardly see any of it? Why make Ruby fight if we don't get to see her win?

The more I think about it, the more baffling Ruby's treatment in the last chapter of Oshi no Ko is.

The last few chapters didn't do much to establish Ruby's reaction to Aqua's stupid plan death beyond general details like "she cried a lot," so I assumed the last chapter was going to focus on that. And I guess it kinda did?

But it fast-forwarded through all the details so we could get to her Dome Concert halfway through the chapter and focus on that. Don't focus on Aqua's death, focus on Ruby's life and what she accomplishes.

As advice for Ruby, that's fine. But as a way to write Ruby, it means we don't feel the weight of Ruby losing Aqua/Goro-sensei. We're told that she cried a lot and stayed in her room a while, but only for a moment. We get a panel in chapter 165, two pages in 166, and then the entire rest of the chapter is Ruby standing up and Getting Over It.

What was the point?

I could ask that about many things in the last arc or two of OnK, but right now I'm asking it about Ruby in chapter 166. What's the point of showing us that Ruby overcame her grief if her grief was never presented as a real obstacle? Why should I care that she got to live the life Ai and Aqua wanted her to if there's no real struggle?

(Why should I care that Ruby's lighting up her fans' world the way Ai did? In the end, what did that do for her? Aren't we back to square 1?)

There's a lot that OnK had yet to properly resolve, and it spent its last chapter telling us about Ruby's awesome idol career. And that's it. And that's disappointing.

[astralnymphh]

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[mistymisfit]

So long, Marianne IV

Summary: Reader is a spy working undercover in Gotham when she meets Jason Todd, who despite her better judgement she forms a very close friendship with. This story follows their escape from Arkham asylum, their fall out and the times they run into each other as they get older.

Warnings: mentions of sex (but nothing smutty happens), mentions of past torture and sa!!, also one mention of Jason pushing reader's hair back but that's all that's said, no texture or anything specified.

Word Count: 4,1K

a/n: told myself i'd stop posting this series on tumblr and keep it only on ao3 but whatever, i'm having writer's block so idc

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Your first thought is "what are we even doing anymore?" It's great to have him back in your life, but what the fuck is going on? Ever since you worked things out with him after what happened in Gotham, you started to sneak and meet him in secret. First, it was random hotels until he bought a few safe houses in the city. You never went to the same place twice. The safe houses would always switch after a while, he'd sell them and replace them. Out of the current ones, there was one of them uptown, then the other was downtown, and the third one was near the harbors.

You've been doing this for months, secretly meeting him in the dead of night every once in a while, and it'd always end up the same way. You see him, you get overwhelmed with how much you missed him and cry, then he'd wipe your tears off, and you'd sleep with him and leave. Frankly, you were growing a bit tired of it. He wasn't honest to you most of the time, wouldn't even tell you what he did when he was not with you. It didn't matter how great he was, it was exhausting being pushed away this much.

The first time you met him like this you cried, telling him all about how sorry you were for yelling at him like that, for saying all those things to him and leaving so cruelly. And he'd say he was sorry about locking you up and that he was a jerk- you agreed on that. To be fair, you were both wrong; you put yourself in danger going to Gotham that day, but it didn't give him the right to behave like that.

"Let go of me!" You had screamed when he picked you up, carrying you over his shoulder. "I swear to God, Ja-"

He cuts you off with a grunt before you can say his name. You trashed and kicked, but it was no match against his strength. Using your powers was out of the question, freezing him would only make it harder to escape his grasp. In between you cursing and yelling at him, he managed to walk to the military car so he could throw you into the backseat.

"Is this your fucking plan?" You were yelling as he opened the door "Have you lost your mind? You are giving him exactly what he wanted!"

"Shut the fuck up," He whispered angrily, putting a gloved hand over your mouth and hovering over you as you laid on your back. You looked around to see his men on the front seats quickly averting their gaze from you two. Of course, it was all about questioning his authority in front of them, it was fragile like that. "I don't want you to get hurt, so they're going to take you somewhere safe"

You took his hand off your face before saying "And I thought you were making decisions for yourself. Can't you see you're still his puppet? Just stop-"

"Enough, you are leaving. Now" You watched as one of his hands searched something in his pockets, handcuffs. It almost made you want to roll your eyes.

"Ja- Wait, what are you- stop it" You kicked him, trying to get out of his grasp "you're a fucking idiot, you're so brainwashed you can't see you're playing right into his trap"

"Quit it"

"Quit it? Let go of me!" You shrieked as he managed to bound your wrists behind your back. Then the anger got to you and you lowered your voice before you could say the meaner things you could come up with "You never left Arkham, huh? Figured I forgot a part of you there, left your humanity behind"

"Yeah, I'm a real monster sweetheart" He scoffs, and even over the modulated voice, you can tell the hurt in his voice, how much your words were affecting him. It made you feel bad for a second until you remembered how he was treating you.

"Clearly, you're not the person I thought you were." That's the last thing you say to him before he knocks his helmet against your head, rendering you unconscious so you wouldn't escape and ruin his plans.

You woke up with a killer headache and no idea how long you've been out or where you were. What you do know is that you're laying down on a mattress on the floor, no longer handcuffed and with an ice pack on your forehead right were Jason hit you. As you gradually regained consciousness, you started to check your whereabouts before you could move again. The room was dark, had no windows, and looking at the walls, you realized you were at some old, run down abandoned place. Panic quickly washed over you as you checked the state of your clothing; nothing was wrong with it, and you left out a sigh of relief.

You could hear voices outside, not outside the door but a bit further away. Moving as silently as you could, you walked towards the voices, going down a set of stairs and hiding behind a pile of wooden boxes as you tuned into the conversation a few meters away from you. It seemed to be some sort of weapon exchange, as most of you could make out of what they were saying was about either guns or ammo. You could only see the backs of some of Jason's men and not who they were talking to, but you recognized that voice as soon as you heard it. You took a step back, unknowingly knocking over some things and not being able to react and freeze them on time due to the shock. You'd drawn their attention to you now; neither Jason's nor Harley's goons were as fast as her to react.

"You!" She exclaimed in that high-pitched voice of hers, your heart felt heavy in your chest as it felt tighter and tighter and harder to get the air in and out of your lungs. You could feel the acid traveling from your stomach to your mouth and had to swallow down the need to puke."All grownup, Arkham's little princess!"

She kept talking as she walked closer to you, you shook your head saying no, unable to get any word out of pure fear; it had been years since you had felt that helpless. "Ah, you always healed so fast, not a scar on your pretty face, besides you know...that" Her cold fingers traced the tiny scar on the apple of your right cheek before you weakly pushed her hand off.

Your fingers went to your cheekbone, covering over the area you healed all those years ago, Jason didn't know about it. He didn't need to know about the acid burn scar you would have on your face had it not been for your powers.

"You used to be my cutesy dress up doll!"She laughed, grabbing a strand of your hair and twirling it "Remember when you wore my outfits? You looked so adorable!"

Then you remembered you were no longer tied up or keeping a cover or that you haven't been Marianne for a while. So with any and all the strength you could find, you raised your fist and delivered a swift and highly trained blow to her face. The silence that followed was deafening; the militia men were well instructed and had orders not to let anything happen to you, so they were ready to stop the situation from escalating. Stopping Harley's company from getting involved. She spat out blood and smiled, her twisted smile made your stomach turn once more. But you were free, or at least freer, so you grabbed one of her ponytails and smashed her head to the concrete wall. No longer putting up with the torture she put you through.

"What's wrong?" She teased, laughing through it "Didn't cha' miss me too? Cause I sure did! How much fun was it when I nailed your hand to-"

You let go of her hair only to push her away, making her stumble a few steps from you "Shut up, shut the fuck up!"

Then it's her laugh, that wicked, overly exaggerated high laugh that made you launch yourself again at her to fight her before you're stopped, dragged back by someone. You look up to see his expressionless helmet. He's been here this whole time? Didn't matter as you immediately started wriggling, trying to get out of his hold.

"Heal her" He ordered you, you jerk your arm out of his hand and take a few steps back, almost tripping. What? You looked up at him with eyes brimmed with tears begging to be shed and scared at how much he reminded you of him at that moment. It was like you went straight back to your captors, forcing you to heal and slow down his disease.

"No." your voice came out so low and shaky that you almost cringed at yourself.

"Stop causing me so much trouble and fix her face"

"You will not speak to me like that"

"I'll speak however I want, now do as you're told" He grabbed your face harshly; he didn't like the look in your eyes at all, or the fact that he successfully scared you into doing something you didn't want to. A whine escaped your lips as he gripped your jaw tighter, and only eased up once your eyes lit up. He could already feel the guilt eating him up, but his mind was dead set on carrying on with his revenge.

"Harley get you and your people the fuck outta here" He orders, before giving his men the same command. To leave you two alone.

"Gladly," She scoffs, holding her no longer broken nose "it was good to see ya' again"

"You're working with her?" you recriminated, shoving him and getting out of his grip once she left

"She works for me."

"Don't you dare touch me," you stepped back, raising your arms defensively when he tried to reach out for you "you heard her, you know what she did-"

"I'm using her, it's part of a plan"

"Did this big plan of yours really need her?" You sighed, wiping the tears that fell down your face; again, you found yourself crying over the same thing. Something you thought you had pushed down years ago. His silence gave you all the answers you needed

"Fine, I'm leaving"

"Wait a-" His hand caught your wrist.

"Let go of me," You struggled out of his hold "I don't even know who the fuck you are anymore. Working with her, all of them, you really are just one of the people you used to chase"

He opened his mouth to say something, not that you would know under the mask, but stopped when you added one last thing before you left. "You're just like him, and killing Batman won't fix the shell of a man you are"

Jason regretted what he did, his revenge plan didn't seem as important when he broke down after being unable to kill Bruce. He had him, but he didn't manage to pull it off. He lamented it especially when he needed you so badly to tell him it'd be okay and he wasn't a failure but you wouldn't, and now he'd probably lost that comfort forever due to his own doing.

He thought very differently. From his point of view, he was coming to you whenever he needed a decent sleep. It seemed this was the only way he could get at least an hour of useful rest, he thought fucking you was a way of making you hate him less. Maybe if he made you feel good, then you'd let him get close. It was his very fucked up way of saying he was sorry. This was the routine until tonight when he showed up incredibly injured, talking about some black mask character-- whoever that was. He had broken a few ribs and his nose; his body was poorly stitched in multiple places, and you were sure he had more wounds than those he admitted. It was a miracle he managed to leave Gotham to see you. Despite his insistence on being okay and that he was not in pain, you got to healing him.

"You have-"He whispers, wiping the blood off your nose.

"Oh it happens sometimes," You brush it off, taking the tissue from him. "do you feel better?"

"Mhm, thanks" He nods, cupping the back of your head with his hand and pushing you into a kiss.

"Wait, you should rest" You sighed "I haven't healed you completely "

"I know-" He smirks, kissing you again.

"Jay, I don't want to" You put your hand on his chest, trying to get some distance.

He sighs getting away from you and sitting as far as he could on the couch. Even if he was pissing you off, you've grown to appreciate seeing him in casual clothes. Right now, he was wearing a (way too tight) black shirt, his cargo pants as well as his boots were also black. He'd lost the leather jacket the second he walked through the door of the safe house, the safe house he'd bought to be able to meet you. You knew that with Jason you had to take what you could get, so you cherished seeing him dress like a normal person for the actual weather and not being covered from head to toe. You sigh back, rolling your eyes, and crawling to his side.

"Can't we just talk?" You whisper, tracing circles on his chest and hoping he wouldn't just get up and leave.

"Talk? " He chuckles in disbelief "What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know, anything" You shrug, but a smile creeps up your lips when he turns to see you.

"How was your day at work?" He teases, knowing you wouldn't tell him about that.

"Ugh," You complain, but when you try to get away from him he is fast to grab you and pull you flush to his chest "Jason, is this all that you want from me?"

"What do you mean?" He lets go of you enough so you can put your arms on him to prop yourself up to look him in the eye.

"Sex, Jay" You sigh exasperated "Do you visit me just 'cause you want to get laid?"

He's taken aback by your question; you wanted more from him? Also, is that what you think of him? And on your side, you can't decipher his expression. Sometimes you miss being 16 and knowing exactly what went through his mind. He used to be so easy to read, now it's like he's purposely closing off any and all information he didn't want to give to you willingly. You had your suspicions that he'd come see you just because it was easier for him than letting some random girl see his scars, you even doubted he went out at all for the very same reason. You figured maybe it was easier to let his guard down with you since you had already seen the worst of him and been through the same. Maybe it was just convenient that he was still in touch with his high school sweetheart.

He shakes his head no, regretting giving you that impression. His cheeks blushed thinking he was to blame for it, remembering how he broke into your apartment that night. He intended to apologize, in between his new activity as Red Hood, he'd found the time to search for you in Bludhaven like he was originally meant to before you found him first. He stood on the roof of a building in front of yours for weeks before he actually tried to contact you, going over and over again if you'd even want to know anything from him. Eventually, he grew a pair, missing you far outweighed the shame he felt.

"Shit," You cursed when you saw him standing on your apartment "you can't be here"

He was disappointed by your reaction, yet he knew he should be grateful you weren't greeting him with a punch to his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but you immediately signaled him to stop. You looked around for a pen and paper and wrote down: meet me at the Harborview plaza 3 streets down. I'll get a room and leave the window open for you.

He agreed with a silent nod and left through your window, he made his way to where you told him to meet you. Jason knew he was in no position to question you and ask why wouldn't you want him in your apartment. He clearly knew where you lived, so keeping that a secret wasn't an issue. He expected yelling, cursing; Jason knew you never held back any words when mad at him. While overthinking your skittish behavior, he finally sees you open the window on a seventh floor. Of course, you couldn't have made it easy and asked for a room on the first floor, but then again he was the one taking you to the top of Gotham's skyscrapers so you could marvel at the view when you were 16.

"You shouldn't have gone there, we don't know if they're listening" You explained as soon as he came in through the window.

"I-uh,sorry" He's had months to think about what to say to you, but now that you're in front of him he's at a loss for words. No speech he had prepared came to his aid. "I didn't think about that"

He reaches for his bike helmet, undoing the buckle under his chin so he could drop it and see you. Or mainly so you could see him, maybe it was selfish of him, but he wanted someone to see him, look him in the eye and not be scared of him. Jason wanted to know if he could still count on you for that.

"I'm so sorry," You started to sniff as soon as you saw his face, wiping the tears with the sleeves of your sweater "I never should've said those things to you"

"No, I'm sorry"He finally took a step closer to you, pulling you in for a hug "I'd never forgive me if I were you"

"I don't think you're like him at all, I'm sorry I told you that" Your cries turned into sobbing, and suddenly you couldn't hold back any emotion anymore as you set the waterfalls of your eyes free. It was like a dam broke when you saw him, and everything you've been pushing down was now out in the open and you couldn't control it. He let you cry into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back to comfort you. After a while, when the sobbing didn't seem to calm down, he guided you to sit on the bed. Wiping the tears from your face with his thumbs. Kneeling down in front of you, he told you to take deep breaths, helping you relax.

"Baby," he whispered, kissing your knee over the jeans you wore "I keep fucking everything up with you, can you forgive me?"

You nodded, still tearing up and opening up your arms, so he'd come up and hug you. He does so, pushing your back to the bed and laying on top of you in the process. You're about to say you're sorry again when he kisses you. He stops, giving you a second to tell him to fuck off and looking for a response in your eyes. Lucky for him, you understood his silent question and nodded as your fingers ran through the back of his hair, and he lowered himself once more to kiss you saying, "I'm sorry, I'll never do that again to you"

So with Jason finding himself sleeping and waking up with more energy, your little rendezvous started. He's only realizing now that he has been giving you a wrong impression all this time. He sighs before, in a rare flash of vulnerability, he tells you what he thinks.

"I've been trying to make it up to you," his eyes dart to the floor, he's got every right to still be embarrassed about kidnapping you and what he made you do "make you hate me less"

The closest he's been to opening up like this was that one time when he had you wrapped under his arms, your skin touching his, and the question slipped from his overworked mind through his lips: "Are you scared of me?" You shook your head no, pressing a kiss to his scarred chest as you drifted off asleep. "No, no I'm not. We're okay," you had mumbled in response.

"I don't hate you, Jay" Music to his ears, he even contemplates asking you to say it again

"But you cry every time we meet"

"I-" You don't want to admit he has a great point, besides now that you think about it, this is the first time you ever said no to him "I have my reasons, besides you cry too, does that mean you hate me?"

"No" He defends himself, damn it, he thought he was hiding it well "I could never hate you, I love you no what ifs"

You smiled sweetly; that was what you said to him once. Many many years ago, when he was still Robin, it felt you were both completely different people from that distant memory where you told him "I love no what ifs, Jay". He had laughed then, now you doubted he would ever be that joyful again.

"Come on, you used to tell me everything," You encourage him "tell me something, anything"

"Anything?" He pushes your hair back, and you nod eagerly "You don't look like a Marianne, or a Penny, or any of your other aliases"

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow in fake disbelief, you never felt those names suited you anyways"Does my real name fit me better?"

"Yes," He whispers with his hand cupping your cheek. Even if your situation is not the best or what he'd hoped for when you first met, he's still glad to have you around. Sometimes, he remembers all the dreams and plans he had and holds back from scoffing when he recalls how he already made his world spin around you before you even kissed.

"You know," Now your hand caresses his scarred cheek "my offer still stands, I can try to get rid of your scar if you want to"

He blinks, not knowing how to take your words. Did it bother you? Did it make you like him less? He takes your hand off his face, and with that, he withdraws the hand in yours. Your expressions turns sadder, he can tell, so instead, he opts to deflect the conversation as he usually does.

"Can I ask you something?" He changes the subject, and you nod, allowing him to do so even if it's exhausting at this point "Would you ever want to get out?"

"Jay-" you sigh, knowing where this conversation is headed. You couldn't leave with him, no matter how badly you wanted to. "You know I can't"

"I asked if you wanted, not if you could" He insists, secretly hoping you give him the answer he expects. Give him a sign of how important he is to you, he'd drop his Red Hood persona in a second if you asked. He's learned his lesson after being the knight, and he's been trying to redeem himself by taking out the bad guys in Gotham instead of working with them.

"Of course I want to but-"

"We could find a way out, I-" he doubts but decides to push through "want more than this"

"Hm, you want me to be your real girlfriend?" you hum, your expression softening and your shoulders relaxing as you played with his hair, him leaning into your touch which he finally learned to enjoy. "You'll finally take me out on a real date?"

"Yes, everything," He closed his eyes, relaxing even more. His tone also weakened, becoming almost a pathetic whimper as he made promises to you "whatever you want"

"You'll be honest with me?" You question, your free hand going to the other side of his face, making him look at you.

"Yes, I promise" He replies, holding your gaze "We'll work something out"

"Okay, I'll get you as much information as I can." You nodded, maybe you could hold onto the hope that he'd put his brain and abilities to good use and he could find the way out that you couldn't. Maybe two heads can think better than one alone.

[wizardsaur]

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This is a witch and magic blog. But one of the cool ones, I swear. I like frogs, and being a good person. I post kinda consistently, and I've been active a REALLY LONG TIME in tumblr years.

Doing my best not to be appropriative or exclusionary in any way, also painfully human (read as: can make mistakes and will happily correct them). I also try to spread awareness about cults, misinformation, and other relevant topics in the magic community.

I have chronic pain, and am learning to use mobility aids. Dislocated my hip trying to get outta the bathtub, and my knee WHILE SLEEPING. Physical therapy and compression wear are my friends. 🤣 (getting that diagnosis figured out, I hurt a lot, All the time. I have theories 🦓.)

I thought I met God once in a cemetery in December 2018, and It told me to leave an abusive marriage. I don't really know what that means because I don't understand what Higher Power is. I just hope and try to believe it's there. Due to this and my religious upbringing, I am known to trip and fall into cults, or to be singled out by cult recruiters (Hi. Yes, this has happened literally more than 7 times).

I was raised in arguably one of the biggest cults in the world - no, not scientology. So I sincerely believe the only way to find God or Upper Whatever is to figure it out yourself. I suspect everyone is probably wrong in some ways, right in others. Ergo, I'm painfully agnostic. Again, cults can sniff me out - if I'm getting weird, please check on me. I'm learning to catch myself.

I work with Change in the form of Death - or Death as Change - I'm not sure if that matters. I also work with Uni, the Cat God Of Self. Which. I made up. I made a blog about that, if you can find it. You will see that a lot here. I struggle to actually "worship" anything, probably due to religious trauma. Having a lack of Faith is hard for me.

I write spells, cultivate cool posts. I hardcore try to peer review, please don't hunt me for sport for reblogging a shitty blog. My header has all my DNIS. Just send me an ask and call me out - I'll be reasonable. I also share stories.

I like dinosaurs, vegetarian food (not exclusively), talking about glasses, writing, movies, goth culture, history, reading, art, plants, and dark humor. I write a lot in the bathtub. I live in an old house in the US. Hopefully I become locally famous too, so I can quit my job and freelance forever with my chronic pain problems. Or be a ghost tour guide as my real job.

I'm a story worm. Which is like a bookworm, but with all forms of stories, like movies and podcasts and personal anecdotes. Sometimes, I tell stories. I hope the stories have value for you. I've been enamored with the art of sharing stories my entire life.

My Cat is my pfp at the time of this posting. His name is Oswald Cheesecake. He looks like a wizard to me in that photo, in a brown cloak. But he' just in a paper bag. They are his favorite thing. There is a very good story behind his name, too.

[randomized-sims24]

Rebirth Of A Star

Revived Solar TSAMS Short Fic (spoiler warning if you aren't caught up, or proceed with caution, brief mentions of past death, may be a little ooc with Sun And Moon but unintentionally, I tried and I'm pretty proud of this so I hope you enjoy and like it too, likes or reblogs are always appreciated. And if not that's alright, just enjoy the story and thank you if you do!) (Part 1 ig since Tumblr is being janky today)

It startled him when it happened for the first time again, as much as it had the last time he felt anything in his body. His body was rebooting, the familiar screen lighting up in his optics, and the electricity began to course through his body to move him. The world around him began to come into view, his head eyes and fingers and feet moving on their own briefly- the mobility test, he thought. Wow, it was weird now, having his thoughts sound and feel like thoughts again. And once his optics were tested and cleared to be working properly he looked around a bit more. He hadn't been in this position before, at least not in this dimension. He was inside the repair station of Parts and Service. And then his memories began to catch up- the house, Sun And Moon, Ruin, and feeling his internal mechanisms and circuits beginning to shut down and a wave of fear and sadness washing over him- “Hey, you're moving. Hurry up and wake up already so you can get out of here and get back to those losers.” A familiar, slightly rougher voice was picked up from outside the chamber. He looked over, sewing Puppet and, to his surprise, Eclipse, at the terminal watching him. Puppet was watching particularly close, tilting their head and seemed to be waiting. Solar sat up slowly, bringing a hand to his head before he slowly got up, holding onto the chair before his legs buckled and he fell, a swear leaving his mouth. “Ah- fuck…coulda warned me I might be unsteady, Eclipse…” he heard a soft gasp then a hiss as the door opened. He noticed Puppet enter as he pulled himself up again, taking a deep breath. There was an underlying ache in his joints that he'd deal with later. But right now…”Solar? You hear me, buddy? Can you see me?” They took hold of his arm gently, and Solar immediately held onto them back, beginning to walk out with them. Solar nodded. “Yeah…yeah I can see you and I hear you…God everything is sore…I know dying can be painful but I didn't think full body evaporation hurt…” A scoff nearby. “Oh please, just about any death is painful. Anyway, you're moving again, talking just fine, optics are fine…” He looked over to Eclipse. “I'm surprised to see you down here. Not that much really but…” he trailed off. “Believe it or not he did have a hand in helping rebuild you. Moon's been pretty busy with some stuff between getting you back and dealing with Molten. But catch up can wait for now, you have a family to get back to.” Solar listened, and he smiled a bit. “Yeah…I can't wait. I missed them…and thank you.” He glanced over to the terminal. “Even you, Eclipse.” Eclipse rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I only did it so Moon could let me kill that idiot Ruin…speaking of which.” The other turned to the cell, grinning. Solar followed his gaze to a cell. Ruin was stood inside, seeming to be frozen but looking right to Solar. He was silent for a moment before he spoke in a soft voice. “...Hello again, Solar.” Solar didn't reply until he looked away. “Hey, Ruin. Come on Puppet, let's go. The time to get there should be enough to get my joints working right again.” “Yeah, probably.” Solar felt a squeeze on his arm and he looked at Puppet, who had a small smile on their face. “I missed you too…twink.” Solar blinked and then chuckled. “Oh no don't start with that already, Puppet.” Solar said but he couldn't help the small smile of his own. “And I missed you too.”

[answrs]

new feedback message, because I'm not gonna lie this is fucking me up a lot more by a significant factor than any other change that's been forced through:

the removal of avatars (icons, pfps, whatever you're calling them) means I cannot tell who any of my friends or mutuals are, and it's aggressively anti-accessible to me especially with dyslexia. please revert this change! the text just blends together instead of feeling like separate posts and is extremely distressing because it feels like I've been forcibly booted from the community I've built here on Tumblr. not only is this change inaccessible for many disabled persons, it feels actively ANTI-accessible and is both extremely alarming and distressing to see even *get* to this stage of testing!

anyway, I'm BEGGING everyone (especially those using the Unfucker which doesn't work on mobile browser) to flood the feedback form with (non-swearing/aggressive, because those get thrown out) negative responses about how fucked up the avatar removal is. PLEASE. ON MY HANDS AND KNEES IT'S NOT JUST INACCESSIBLE IT'S ACTIVELY ANTI-ACCESSIBLE

↑ literally just put like two lines under the "feedback" dropdown. twenty seconds max. you can copy and paste this post I don't care but PLEASE.

edit: added a new line because staff are openly laughing at people upset about this change so like. 🙃🙃🙃🙃

[wolveria]

This has been by far the hardest ask I've ever sent, I'm still not fully convinced you didn't ban mobile-me or something 💀😂

Technical issues aside, to the actual ask!

There is a lot there I'm curious about! I'm not even touching Umbara tho, no thanks, still not over it the winner is: Western AU outline! 👀 I'm in a yeehaw mood 💜

LOL I don't know why my tumblr wouldn't let you send an ask. I swear you're not banned!

The Umbara one is actually funnier than you would think. It's an abandoned wip at this point, but I still think the premise is just weird enough to be interesting. It's an isekai fic where the reader wakes up on Umbara during that arc, knowing everything that's going to happen and trying to prevent it. I just really wanted an excuse to meet real life Fives and be surrounded by clones

The Western AU! It's a Cad Bane x Reader fic, so I'm not sure how much you'd be into that XD I haven't gotten far with it yet, so I'll just give you a quick rundown of the plot:

Reader gets held up during a train robbery by the outlaws Moralo Eval and Cad Bane. Eval decides he likes her as his prize, and Bane doesn't have time to argue the point about taking hostages.

They tie her up and take her with them back to their camp. Eval wants to "claim" his prize, and Bane tells him to knock off with that shit.

Eval doesn't, and Bane shoots him.

Reader expects she'll be next, but instead, Bane gives her Eval's horse and tells her to leave. He'll have moved on by the time she can alert the law, and now he gets to keep all the loot for himself.

"Ain't no use shootin' a pretty lady. Waste of a sweet, warm body."

So he's not exactly a gentleman, but he doesn't hurt her, and he lets her go. She keeps thinking about that, even after she finds a nearby town and tells the sheriff (with very poor directions back to the camp), and even after she returns home, safe and sound. To a cold house and an even less warm husband.

She thought that was the last she would see of the outlaw, until one night when she notices a light on in the barn.

[canonbirthdaywish]

hello and welcome to canon birthday wish! this is a blog for alterhumans from fictional sources to wish themselves or other characters from their source a happy birthday! rules and other stuff can be found below the cut.

rules + notes

this blog is for canon birthday wishes only. if you're looking for kin help or canon calls, please refer to one of the many blogs made for that purpose. if you're wanting to submit a generalized confession, check out @/fictionkinfessions, where the idea for this blog came from. any asks that are not birthday wishes will be deleted (with the exception of comments / questions directed toward a mod).

wishes for fictionkin, fictives, copinglinks, and similar identities are welcome, including characters that don't have specific canon birthdays. keep it to fictional sources, please. you can submit a birthday wish for yourself or someone else. please do not mention blog urls or ask me to tag a blog — if your wish is for someone specific and you want them to see it, simply dm them or tag them yourself in a reblog or comment.

if you've sent a submission before the mentioned character's birthday and want it posted on that day, please mention that at the beginning of your ask (ie: "(post on september 12th)" before your actual message). i'll get it scheduled for the correct day.

all characters from all sources are welcome here, there is currently no blacklist. please keep submissions as pg-13 as possible — swearing is fine, but no nsfw content or violence (even as a joke) unless it's very vague. slurs, discrimination, etc will not be tolerated under any circumstances. specifically mentioning your character and source is not required, but helps a lot with tagging.

mods

there's currently only one mod, and i most likely won't be looking for more unless things get overwhelming. for the sake of this blog, you can call me cat. my pronouns are he/it. i'm an adult, transmasc nonbinary + gay, white, and a singlet. i won't be listing my full kinlist here in case anyone is uncomfortable with doubles. i exclusively use tumblr mobile, so i apologize if anything looks wonky on desktop.

etc

header credit: here. icon is a screencap of cat valentine from the show victorious.

this post will most likely be updated as time goes on. if there's been a big update, i'll either make a separate post mentioning it, or put a note above the cut.

[onhigh]

so as y'all may or may not have noticed, i haven't really been online recently. it's not for a bad reason, i promise lol. i've just been trying to focus a little more on real life, i've been spending a lot of my free time online over the winter and i've been almost neglecting my in person social life. kinda realized that after taking a one-month hiatus from rocky horror in april and coming back to it in may. that, and my muse for honestly all of my boys has just been kinda shot lately. i don't know how long this hiatus from tumblr will be, but i can confirm that i'll still be reachable! discord is the absolute best way to keep in touch, though i'll admit if it's about muse stuff or plotting i'll probably be slower to respond. i'm still logged in here on mobile as well so my dms are still open, again i'll just be slow to get to them, especially during the day. love y'all, keep writin an shit, y'all will see me back i swear lol

[dontforgetyourmedstoday]

I want to thank you for your response — I searched your blog and went back weeks, and found so many without sources, and no mentions of you using creative Commons or free use images. And with two weeks of no response, I decided that that meant you were ignoring the message, and got angry — so many people steal artwork, and so many claim they can't find the source, and then I open tineye, and one sort change later, I have a source for it.

In hindsight I definitely should have waited longer. I'm sorry for that. And that art isn't mine, I just hate seeing unsourced art.

It may be beneficial to specify either in your pinned or in the posts that it's free use/creative Commons.

Thank you for your time, and thank you for this blog <3

Hello again Anon,

I've been thinking about how to reply to these messages for nearly a day now and I've spent more than an hour (make that 3 now) trying to write a reply. I've written and rewritten this multiple times. I'm finding it hard not to see these as a continuation of the accusation that I am deliberately and maliciously stealing other people's work so I'm going to take a step back and just say this:

Despite my early promise to myself that this would always be a safe space where people could anon with questions, queries, wins, worries, or whatever-related to health things, I'm turning off anons. Unfortunately, my various flavours of neurospiciness mean I will always want everyone's approval and for them to like me and so even if I don't respond publically I will still ruminate on things - for, well ever.

I'm going to let my current queue run out and then, most likely, won't be posting again - I may or may not deactivate the blog. This has been in the wind for a while now, I have found that something that was meant to be relaxing for me has become super stressful - particularly with feeling like I have to do it perfectly and not offend anyone, and make sure I give attribution (that I'm giving it to the right person), and add all possible triggers and warnings, include image descriptions, etc. etc.

While I agree with anon that attribution is important, I will not be going back through all my posts to add attribution in a format that works for everyone. Partially because this is Tumblr - the site renowned for being a complete dumpster fire to navigate and just use in general (I say this as someone who had some oranges I crocheted for my niece's Very Hungry Caterpillar present blocked during the great nipple witch hunt). But mostly I'm busy, permanently tired, and filled with forks (It's a variation on spoon theory people - not a swear!). However, if anyone wants to go through the posts and add attributions where they are missing or add them in ways that people on mobiles can see them - great - thanks :)

Lastly, let me just say be kind to yourselves and each other and,

Don't forget your meds today xxoo

[bonesandthebees]

Okay I'm on desktop because my mobile Tumblr is bugged and won't let me view profiles so I haven't been able to send any asks but I'm here now.

Spoilers for The Priory of The Orange Tree btw for anyone who hasn't read it yet (do it. Go in as blind as possible)

I have been reading Priory and was slowly reading a few pages at a time but because I was sick and getting used to some new meds I'm on (hurray for experimentation and diagnosis on the horizon), I found it hard to actually sit down and just read it but I did it today (yesterday? it's 2am) and holyy shit. I went from being just under 20% through the book to 51% (I track my progress with books w a Notion to motivate myself to read lol) in one day and read about 400 pages. I have just hit part 3 after Ead is exiled.

The world is so rich and the characters are so interesting and I can already feel the ideas I have for my own fantasy world and how I can improve on writing / world building from this since complete fantasy is one of my weaker points as a writer but I want to try my hand at doing one that I would maybe publish in the future.

Tane my beloved. I love Tane so much and as much as I love Ead and Loth's povs, I always found myself wanting to go back to her perspective and learn more about dragonriding and the culture of the East, especially in the earlier parts of the book. Loth is a pov I wasn't expecting but I liked more than I thought I did. Especially when he gets to the Priory it is so interesting to see the reaction of someone who believes so much in the religion of the Vitrudom. Also the Yscalin situation breaks my heart. I felt so bad for the Princess during her entire conversation with Loth.

Niclays is the only pov that I don't particularly enjoy. I like his personality and I find his backstory to be interesting but I'm just not as invested in his storyline as I am in everyone else's.

I have stopped myself from reading just to have some restraint and try to get some sleep but I am so excited to read more. Wish I had someone to talk to in person about it but none of my friends are as into books as I am or as fast at reading.

But overall I love this book so far and I am already planning on locating and devouring other books by Shannon, including Day of Fallen Night and her other series I believe the first book of which is called Bone Season? Anyway feel free to give fantasy book recs as I want more. Poppy Wars and Unwind are already on my list.

I generally like darker books but I also like romance from time to time (sapphic preferred but I am not heterophobic)

Splitting into 2 parts because this is already really long.

-Shark anon (it's me I swear)

shark hi omg you have priory talk for me I'm THRILLED

that is so much of the book to read in one day holy shit good job. usually I read for about an hour to an hour and a half every night of whatever book I'm on (although I was reading 2 hours every night with both priory and a day of fallen night bc I was so into them all I wanted to do was read them) and that's about the max my attention span for reading can handle before my brain gets tired

okay you ask for more fantasy recs at the end so I'll answer them here and then put all my priory thoughts in the read more below

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan is less fantasy focused (although there are fantasy elements in it) but it's really interesting with the historical setting (1300s mongol-ruled China) and has incredibly fascinating themes and conversations about gender and masculinity and all that. there are both sapphic and gay relationships focused on in the book. it's definitely darker than priory with a lot more discussions around moral greyness and complicated characters. also, I actually liked the sequel to this one He Who Drowned the World more, although it was way darker than the first book and also made me cry. twice.

right now I'm reading a book called The Fifth Season by NK Jemison, and I love the worldbuilding in this one so much. the POV and narration in the book is done in a fairly unique way at certain points, but the world itself is really what's drawn me in. it's fantasy but in a darker way. the world of The Fifth Season is one that is constantly torn apart by earthquakes so it focuses on a culture that is used to the apocalypse happening basically every few centuries. it's just so interesting to explore a culture so deeply rooted in survival and doomsday prepping and there's also a very fascinating magic system at play here. there is a queer relationship featured in it (only for a part of the book), but it's not sapphic

also right now I'm reading a book called The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri. there's absolutely no reason for me not to be obsessed with this book, but I'll be honest it hasn't grabbed me quite like Priory did. I'm taking a break from it to read the Fifth Season so maybe when I go back to it I'll be more invested? but it's very good! It features incredibly rich worldbuilding with a fantasy empire inspired by Indian culture/history, with a somewhat toxic sapphic romance/dynamic blooming at the center. definitely a lot of potential for this one so we'll see how I feel after I finish it

okay now priory talk time spoilers under the cut

but yes the world is SO rich and all the characters are so interesting. the reason I wanted to read priory in the first place was bc I was trying to read a lot of royalty-centered fantasy to help me write rose, and then I just got completely sucked into the book itself. samantha shannon's worldbuilding is just so richly layered and complex but it never feels too dense to understand. like it's a Lot, but it all flows together so well

definitely agree with your opinions on the POVs. when I was reading I was mostly interested in Ead and Tane, and then Loth got way more interesting to me once he left Yscalin for the Priory. Niclays was the only POV I really struggled to connect to. I liked him a lot more towards the end but even then I still preferred the other POVs. I really like him as a character and I think Shannon does an amazing job with his arc, I just didn't click with him as much as I did the other three POVs

if you're interested in learning more about the East you'll LOVE a day of fallen night. we get to see so much more of Seiiki history with the dragonriders and the government and all that. actually adofn just gives you so much more worldbuilding in general which was incredible for me, because the world and history of the roots of chaos series is what has really roped me in. like I love all the characters so much and I'm usually a character first girlie, but I honestly would read about any characters Samantha Shannon wants to write about in whatever point of history in the roots of chaos world because I just love the world itself so much. but yeah adofn is incredible both story wise and worldbuilding wise (and tbh I think I felt more attached to the characters in adofn than the first book but that might be recency bias). you get to learn so much more about the East as a whole (not just Seiiki, but you spend time in the Empire of the Twelve Lakes AND another country not mentioned in the first book called Sepul), you get to learn about and see a ton of Hróth which is only mentioned in the first book, and you get to see a lot more of life in the Priory as well. it's just so so good you'll love it

I haven't read the bone season and I don't know if I plan to because I read the description for the series and it doesn't seem to be my type of vibe, but I'll consider it if I get through my current reading list (which is ever growing tbh)

so so glad you're enjoying priory so far I'm so happy that so many of you have taken my recommendation

[cenviswasteland]

hellp tumblr user cenviswasteland. tell me about your ocs please? batting my cartoonishly large eyes at you [ insert microphone emoji here its 2:15am and i dojt want to find it ]

- 🍤

HELLO TUMBLR ANON SHRIMP EMOJI I WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO. APOLOGIES FOR NOT RESPONDING SOONER I WAS PLOTTING.

for the sake of everyone involved, im just gonna post one guy. uhhh if you wanna see more i might reblog it later with more people idk idk. also im gonna cut the post here for the sake of mobile users. love peace and little donuts or whatevsies.

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hey thanks for clicking on the button now let's talk about a wet cat given human form.

Zeno Eldiare

27 yrs, he/him, human-ish, bi

this is the first OC I ever really used. not my current favorite out of all of them, but he deserves to be first just on principle.

he's a pessimistically down-to-earth type of person. he has one hell of a temper. frequent user of swear words (there was a time where i was throwing a "fuck" into every sentence he said). he'll listen to your problems, but don't expect him to help solve them.

years ago, he was wrapped up in the mafia. he was coerced into it and he couldn't properly get himself out, so he just kept going down into the depths of it. he started as a hired gun, he earned a reputation that way. he took a fake name ("Atlas Pierre") and just kept getting worse. he was eventually caught and jailed.

depending on which universe i'm working in, zeno is either jailed on a different planet (sci-fi bullshit) or he's experimented on in jail. either way, he ends up infected with a fictional disease called Glaisica, or Glass Body. unable to be properly treated, the disease binds to every one of his cells-- basically rewriting him on a molecular level-- to basically make him living glass.

it's been a couple years, but was able to get himself out of jail and get his record cleared (it's an INCREDIBLY long story that i don't have time for here). he now has an apartment and a job as a mechanic.

zeno likes greasy american-diner food (large burgers, milkshakes, fries, etc), rock and alt music, crime dramas, cats, hole-in-the-wall bars, neon lights, karaoke, and card games.

zeno dislikes mornings, empty rooms, commercials, and getting wet.

when it comes to vices, he has a bit of a drinking problem. his poison of choice is whiskey. he also, unrelatedly, drinks ACTUAL poison because he practices mithridatism. see below for his recipe! (DO NOT ATTEMPT.)

yeah thats the most basic run down of him. he is my babiest girl and i have about twelve versions of him in the back.

for example: Blaise "Zero" Lucibello, who was born and raised in Adamas, New York [not a real place]. He's an A/V guy for the local news station. His dick leads him to places no one in their right mind would go with a gun (the mafia).

i'm writing a whole trilogy of books about blaise, actually. i might make a separate post about him at some point. teehee.

anyway! moral of the story! uhhh thanks for reading? again how the hell do you end a tumblr post

[l3o-lion]

🇵🇸⚠️ vetted masterpost of Palestinian fundraisers can be found HERE ⚠️🇵🇸

This is (and will probably forever stay) a WIP, im working from mobile, apologies if stuff looks and works like shit.

About:

Hi! I am Leo, im 20, queer, mentally ill, neurodivergent and disabled. My political stances are heavily leftist. I do not agree with puritanical beliefs, i am kink positive and sex positive. My knowledge and opinions are far from perfect and im very aware of this, i try my best.

I enjoy all art forms but am personally most experienced with drawing and theatre. AI art is not being done in an ethical way, it might be possible to do ethically in an ideal world but as of right now it is an exploitative process. Video games are fucking awesome, im not much of a gamer (UPDATE: I AM A GAMER I DID ALL THE FUCKING BLUE ROSE CHALLENGES IN BLASPHEMOUS) but i do play occasionally and i watch gameplay and game commentary videos nearly every day.

Mutuals please tag any images or detailed descriptions of dead animals (especially birds) with "#dead animal" "#dead bird" or "#animal death", and injured animals as "#injured animal" "#injured bird" or "#animal injury". If you have an existing tagging system for triggers please dm me and let me know what you will tag these as so i can make sure I have them filtered. Thank you <3

Tag guide and other misc stuff is below the cut !!

General:

#og leo post - my original posts

#my art - art that I've made

#art reblog - art that others have made

#leo vents - block if you don't want to see me venting

#rambles - i tag shit as this bc im insecure and think people find it annoying when i talk

Birds:

#birds - bird stuff

#corvids - they get their own tag

#pigeons - anything pigeon related

#my flock - my feral pigeon friends

#[name] the pigeon - example: "#pluto the pigeon"

Other:

#leftist stuff - block if you don't want to spend mental energy on this while on tumblr (this does not mean that you can just block this and still follow me if you're a shithead)

#sillies - anything i find humorous in any way

#disability stuff - both physical disability stuff and stuff due to, for example, neurodivergence or mental illness.

#procedural generation / #ai / #ai art

#fat positive / #fat acceptance

#nsfw - minors please for the love of god block or at least do not interact with stuff tagged as this

#animals - ALL animals except birds (including lizards, fish, bugs etc)

#gamin - not great at remembering to tag this but it's stuff about games and maybe if im playing a game

My pigeon flock post listing names and descriptions of the birds can be found here.

Just let me know if you want me to tag any triggers you might have! I try my best to tag eyestrain, flashing, nsfw, suicide, self-harm, transphobia, homophobia and other things i believe to be common triggers, but tell me if there's anything you need me to be extra careful about.

Like spams and reblog spams are appreciated! You do not have to be afraid of me getting weirded out or anything just bc you like the shit you see on my blog, it only makes me happy i swear :] i will ignore you if you don't have any reblogs on your page tho

[caeloservare]

📱 😖

Muday asks! Thank you for asking <3

📱 — mobile or desktop version of tumblr?

// DESKTOP! Whenever I have a choice, it's desktop! I can use XKit Rewritten and it saves the day of using this broken website ;u;

😖 — what annoys you?

// Oh dear... Right now or in general?

I am annoyed by many things, but also can just look over many minor inconveniences. Like my ex's behaviours, hich I'm still angry to think about and partially blame how naive I tend to be to people once I trust them. Like the weather right now which is going from winter wonderland to rainy, wet, sloppy, disgusting and slippery mix of snow, water and mud. There's plenty of things that annoy me in social media, in fandoms, in how people on the internet behave and treat each other. I got experience soured enough even in this rpc that I am mourning writing James, but also currently hard to see a reason to be here, even if these people are either inactive, moved somewhere else or blocked. It stacked over time and now I'm just really salty. I don't think other fandoms or rpcs will be much better. Massive writing block combined with art block surely doesn't help the case and it all makes a crazy neverending circle of frustration.

And as of right now? I'm frustrated af and swearing at my screen, while working on a voluntary magazine. I like putting text together for printing, BUT: it's December and I have shitload of other urgent chores and things to take care of; someone was late solid 2 weeks after writing deadline; they're mostly elderly and apparently keep forgetting what I asked them to NOT put in the text; photos I get to use are horrible quality or embedded into text files; some text files are wrong format or corrupted and I can't even open them anyhow and many, many more issues. Also last time it got printed "even cheaper" than already fairly cheap priting stations I got contact to, and the result was so oversaturated that photos were ugly blobs of black ink. I was and still am ashamed my name is signed under this thing. I'm seriously considering resigning. Overall I feel like giving up on many things I was quite happy for, but can't get to them.

I both lovehow awfully fitting is "Merry Crisis" icon for both me and Jim through yet another December. Terrible. 10/10, best icon idea I ever had.

[mandysxmuses]

🍁 for Fiona!

//A time in my Muse's life that brought about a season of change for them you say?

Sorry I would have copy pasted the question but I am on mobile and as we all know tumblr is excellent and efficient on mobile so I can't but

I HATE TO BRING UP FIONA'S KIDNAPPING BECAUSE IT'S SO OBVIOUS AND REALLY ALL WE SEE OF HER LIFE IN THE GAME BUT

I do think one of the most interesting changes she goes through is her perception on killing to survive. With Debilitas being the only stalker you can go through the story without killing (unless you're on a new game+), regardless of whether or not you kill him, you see Fiona going through the same arc of hating this place and feeling horrible for what she's done

And then feeling a little more numb over it, musing on how death must be painful but not really addressing her guilt in Riccardo's case

And then by the time you get to Lorenzo and she's finally able to escape, any hint she might feel bad about that is gone, and she even goes as far as to call him a bastard, the only time Fiona swears at anyone in the game.

Like, I'm not gonna say that this turned Fiona into some badass action ready hero, but I do think it was interesting to see the shift in how she felt about killing to defend herself, and I think the characters she killed in particular definitely helped that part of her arc along

Like, Debilitas was the most innocent of the stallers. If Fiona kills him she laments that she never meant to hurt anyone, an easy perspective to relate to given that I'm sure the majority of people don't ever want to have to go that far just to survive, and made even worse from the fact that Debilitas was the one who had the most innocuous intentions

Then when Daniella dies she expresses a similar sense of shock and guilt, and adds how much she hates this place and the situation she is in

Then when you get to Riccardo's corpse she muses that it looks painful and death must really be... well, painful. There's a somber reflection here, but no real moment of disgust that she did this (understandably, because fuck Riccardo)

And then with Lorenzo you get the full completion of that. "I lived, I survived despite everything you tried to do to me. And you're dead". It's framed in a triumphant light

So yeah I think that is the biggest overall shift and change in Fiona's character through the game. You know that once she leaves that castle she might not be okay, but at least she'll be completely ready to do what it takes to defend herself.

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I know this isn’t everything for the idol association game BUT

I always associate you with either 2nd gen idol groups or Stray Kids

Also Joshua just cuz SVT is my bias group and whenever I see content with them on your blog it’s usually him lol

for this

ok before i answer, just letting you know i swear i wasn't ignoring this; i was away from my computer for a while and i don't trust tumblr mobile when it comes to answering certain things

alright, on with answering

i kinda figured i'd be associated with skz since that's pretty much all i rb. i also love being associated with 2nd gen since i got into kpop during that time and have a hella huge soft spot for that era.

i didn't expect joshua as an association since he's not the SVT bias for me (that's wonwoo) (he's up there tho along with the rest of the 95 line) but i guess i rb him quite a bit since i don't follow enough wonwoo-centric blogs

so... being into kpop for a really long time, i don't expect anyone to be "normal" and i fully expect everyone to be a straightup weirdo; that being said, i don't feel like i actually have a type but i could be wrong (bruh i don't have time to fully invest into a lot of these people beyond the shallow, superficial level; therefore, i don't really know most of my biases' personalities/interests)