#Defy All Limits

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WHAT’S IT ABOUT

Defy All Limits.

For Ash Woods, practicing alchemy is a crime. Only an elite few are legally permitted to study the science of magic—so when Ash is rejected by Lancaster College of Alchemic Science, he takes a job as the school’s groundskeeper instead, forced to learn alchemy in secret. When he’s discovered by the condescending and brilliant apprentice Ramsay Thorne, Ash is sure he's about to be arrested—but instead of calling the reds, Ramsay surprises Ash by making him an offer: Ramsay will keep Ash's secret if he helps her find the legendary Book of Source, a sacred text that gives its reader extraordinary power. As Ash and Ramsay work together and their feelings for each other grow, Ash discovers their mission is more dangerous than he imagined, pitting them against influential and powerful alchemists—Ash’s estranged father included. Ash’s journey takes him through the cities and wilds across New Anglia, forcing him to discover his own definition of true power and how far he and other alchemists will go to seize it.

[energeticpoltergeist]

FE Secret Santa (10/10)

Robin(male) for @silversongmsp

My final submission of the year for the @feshippingpolls secret santa event

[mizumuu]

>Laughs Out Loud

I thought that piece was just about people focusing too hard on labelling Mizuki instead of letting them be themselves like they ask, not that it was transphobia ._ .

its ok to have ur own interpretation of that piece but its very clear to me that that wasnt ame's intention

[sableprince]

i really want to sit down and make a proper Real lore doc for these goobers and not just the paragraphs of shtuff from whatever-ago, but like....... (buries myself underneath the dirt) lazy!!!!!!!

[weaponsdrawn]

I gen can't go to sleep I'm losing my shit over this comic in the best way imaginable thank you Toontown wiki for having all the storyline Twitter comics now I'm losing my mind why is this actually kind of adorable in that way that two nuclear bombs holding hands and spinning and frolicking off into the sunset is adorable this shit is making me go insane I hope they both explode

[yuelun]

As I'm finally writing more, I needed to just note how much I love Guizhong of Liyue, again.

I cannot describe how much it thrills me to my very core to write a character that is so otherworldly and divine, but is so absolutely humanly curious about seriously everything and honestly, even the little, trivial things that one would think don't matter. And it's the latter that gives me such serotonin to write, to witness in these mental images in my head.

[variousqueerthings]

I'm interested in the fact that many of the cultural genders that historically have allowed a crossing from man-to-woman or woman-to-man, have still maintained boundaries on what the actions of man and woman are (that is, a woman-to-man goes through the actions of manhood as dictated within x culture, and vice versa), which includes modern-day-terminology heterosexuality

want to do a deep dive at some point into

genders that exist outside of or in conversation with man-or-woman (so perhaps fluid or situational, as well as full-time something else)

genders that exist alongside something we may call homo- or bisexuality

[freefallintothevoid]

Dick Grayson's unmatched success as a child vigilante makes a lot more sense when you remember the Court of Owls was a thing and that Dick was meant to be the next Grey Son.

There is no way that someone at Haly's Circus wasn't there keeping an eye on him while he grew up. A future weapon needs to be trained and monitored after all, and a circus, a place where weird skills are completely normal, is actually a great place to secretly train a child.

You know, just some knife tricks that translated really well into actual fighting. How to get out of restraints and pick locks while under a time limit. Death defying acrobatic stunts that coincidentally do wonders for parkouring. That sort of thing. Nothing that seems out of place for a boy growing up around circus performers to learn, but would literally any where else.

I mean, while I fully believe that most kids would want to kill the man responsible for their parents deaths, Dick was weirdly prepared to go through it. He tracked down Zucco with way more ease than any normal child should have too. He became the first child vigilante, for goodness sake. The first Robin! He only started getting formal training after he basically forced Bruce into it!

Bruce himself has no idea that this kind of competency in a child is unusual, considering he was much too blinded by the similarities between his and Dick's tragic orphanhoods.

Alfred is in a similar boat because he’s desensitized to weird children after he somehow managed to successfully raise Bruce 'The Batman' Wayne, so he doesn't clock the hyper-competency as abnormal either.

By the time the other batkids start popping up (Jason 'The Audacity' Todd, borderline-street rat with no fear) (Tim 'the greatest stalker in Gotham history' Drake, child genius, also bullied his way into becoming Robin) (Barbara 'raised by the only uncorrupt cop in gotham' Gordon) (Stephanie 'daddy issues and spite' Brown) (Duke 'Pretends he's the normal one and people believe him' Thomas) it's too late.

It would also explain how Dick got along so well with Damian out of all of them. Similar childhood with different approaches and all that. On some subconscious level, Dick recognises and resonates with the murderous ten year old assassin with strong familial ties to a secret elite assassin organization.

It isn't until after the whole Court of Owls and Grey Son reveal that suddenly Dick realises a whole lot of things about his childhood that suddenly make a lot more sense.

[torteen]

This advertisement is for Infinity Alchemist, a dark academia fantasy about a quest that leads three young alchemists toward dangerous truth, legendary love, and extraordinary power from the bestselling and award-winning author of Felix Ever After, Kacen Callender.

The art featured in this image is by Chris Sack. 

WHAT’S IT ABOUT

“Magic was once thought to only be gifted to the unique or special, the chosen ones. Now it was commonly known that every single person in the world had the capability to become an alchemist.”

For Ash Woods, practicing alchemy is a crime. Only an elite few are legally permitted to study the science of magic—so when Ash is rejected by Lancaster College of Alchemic Science, he takes a job as the school’s groundskeeper instead, forced to learn alchemy in secret. When he’s discovered by the condescending and brilliant apprentice Ramsay Thorne, Ash is sure he's about to be arrested—but instead of calling the reds, Ramsay surprises Ash by making him an offer: Ramsay will keep Ash's secret if he helps her find the legendary Book of Source, a sacred text that gives its reader extraordinary power. As Ash and Ramsay work together and their feelings for each other grow, Ash discovers their mission is more dangerous than he imagined, pitting them against influential and powerful alchemists—Ash’s estranged father included. Ash’s journey takes him through the cities and wilds across New Anglia, forcing him to discover his own definition of true power and how far he and other alchemists will go to seize it.

[rugessnome]

Jedi/most people:

Me: no, give me an ε of good and I will find a Koom Valley CaCO3 dejarik stalagmite of a Δ in him with which to get it

[bitegore]

I'd imagine it has something to do with the differences involved in learning in a peer-to-peer space vs subordinate-from-authority space, particularly in terms of what is transformed and what is left unchanged. Because of how thoroughly children are treated as subordinate by anyone who isn't around their age or younger, learning basically anything from anyone who isn't a child carries a particular weight to it that things learned from peers doesn't. It makes sense to make the distinction to me.

Also concepts of what is "appropriate for children" as seen by adults vs what is appropriate for children as seen by themselves vary widely - most adults will not teach a child to play Mercy or the arm burn games or anything, but a good handful of kids looooove playing torture games and will go out of their way to teach them to everyone around them. Likewise, when I was young, my friends and I loved to compete to jump off the highest structures, and my dad - who had done similar and was known for climbing buildings up to third- and fourth-story floors, which he would tell me and my siblings about occasionally - would work OVERTIME to discourage us from doing the same, because as far as he was concerned, we were too young to be doing that sort of thing, even though at my then-age he was, obviously, doing it just as much himself. And now that I am an adult... well, if I saw a seven-year-old climbing onto a roof and excitedly going "Guys, watch this, I'm going to jump off!" I'd be lining up to tel them to stop TOO! The childlore of "climbing onto tall structures and jumping off"-games would be filtered through a lens of appropriate behavior as seen by an adult and not reflect a child's perspective on the subject, if you follow me?

Haunted and excited by this being a field of study

[sapphicslut777]

Never perform a death defying act

And I won't fall

I am brave, I can save the very small

I am everything

But I'm nothing at all

You compare my light to the sky

Why do you try to make me

Better than the divine?

It isn't the same

Don't give it a name

Let me remain

Let me remain

I'm everything I've ever been

I'm everything I've ever seen

I'm everything that slowly falls

I'm everything and I'm nothing at all

I will perform a death-defying miracle

For someone with the chemicals to believe

I am brave, but I've gravely understated

I can't save you from what you've taken and leave

You compare our love to the sun

What have you done?

There's a limit to the prizes we've won

It isn't the same

Don't give it a name

Let me remain

Let me remain

I am everything I have ever been

I am everything I've ever seen

I'm everything that slowly falls

I'm everything and I'm nothing at all

I'm nothing at all

I will perform a death-defying magic show

For those of you that want to go someplace else

I'm brave, but I can't save you

From the things you won't change for yourself

You compare my light to the moon

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

It isn't the same

Don't give it a name

Let me remain

Let me remain

I am everything I have ever been

I am everything I have ever seen

I am everything that slowly falls

I am everything and I am nothing at all

I am nothing at all

[firefistjaigio]

I wish I could show those dumbass one piece fans who think luffy operates on a basis that if someone like kaido asked for his help then he would join him, LIKE NO HE WOULDN'T

[psychotrenny]

The thing with 9/11 is that no one cares that much about the death and destruction itself. Buildings fall down and people die all the time, including in the US. Like at the height of the COVID-19 pandemic you had entire 9/11s worth of USamericans dying on a regular basis. If all that damage was caused by an earthquake or faulty building practices or whatever, there wouldn't have been nearly as much fuss about it. It's not as if the insane response from US population was a matter of "two building fall down"

The reason why 9/11 was so upsetting to the US population was their widespread feelings of Imperialist Chauvinism and the subsequent outrage at seeing it so openly and violently defied. The US was at the height of its Imperialist power at the turn of the millennium, a hegemonic superpower that was dominant in some way over more or less the entire world. Whether they'd phrase it in such a way or not, most people in the US were very well aware of this; as far as they were concerned the US was truly the greatest country on the Earth. For some this was a point of pride, for others it was a simple fact of the world. This made them feel secure; bombings and mass killings might happen in those "shithole nations" of the earth but it couldn't happen over there. The US military could wipe entire cities off the map and like maybe that was good, maybe that was unfortunate and maybe it meant nothing at all. Either way that was normal; the violence flowed from the Core to the Periphery.

Until one day it didn't. One day a group of people from that Periphery, from some shithole group of nations, struck back. Now the sorts of destruction they'd seen on TV were happening right outside their window; the US got the smallest taste of the sort of brutality they had long inflicted on the rest of the world. And they did not like that taste at all. The US people as a whole went mad with grief and rage, not at the death of any people but the death of their sense of unquestionable safety and superiority. And the only hope of getting that feeling back was to inflict a revenge so terrible that no one would dare resist or retaliate again.

If bloodshed was how they'd built their empire, only more bloodshed could keep it safe. And this time they didn't even have to feel bad about it. It's not as if the US empire had ever given the world any peace, but now they had the perfect pretense to escalate it to levels not seen in decades. If they talked about this isolated and comparatively limited attack as though it was some great invasion, the US government and its supporters could take all the moral high ground of "self defence" even as they slaughtered impoverished peoples on the other side of the world. So it made sense to treat the 11 September attacks as though they were the greatest tragedy of all time. 9/11 didn't break the US psyche, it just made them express it in a more shameless way. It's not as though genocidal Imperialist violence was anything new to the USA. Afghans were just the new Apaches; the "Middle East" a new "Wild West"

[seresinhangmanjake]

Don't Touch What’s His

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x reader

Summary: Feyd's harpies attack you while you're both asleep in his bed and he gets real mad.

Notes/Warnings: mention of blood and mutilation, inflicted wounds, and possessiveness. Related to the fic titled His, but this can be read alone. Typos (just being real)

Words: 1100

Feyd-Rautha Masterlist

You’re screaming for him before you’re even fully awake, shrieking his name before you can begin to grasp what’s happening to you. All you know is that you’re no longer warm, no longer safe as you’re yanked from his arms and dragged to the bottom edge of the bed. Claws are digging into your calf as primal grumbles and growls and the distinct sound of lips smacking in anticipation reach your ears. Your body is being pulled further and further away, and no pawing at the sheets helps to keep you on the mattress.

Another plea for him is on the tip of your tongue, but then a hand wraps around your arm, engaging in a tug-of-war with whatever monster has a hold on you. Scrapes make lines down your leg as you dig your heels into the bed and back yourself away from the clawed being. You take a few deep breaths and blink, your eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“I told you she’s off limits!” Feyd shouts in a terrifying tone. A tone most commonly reserved for those who inconvenience him: servants and prisoners and his brother. It’s not his low timbre; it’s much more powerful. So powerful that you half-expect a crack to split open the floor.

You blink again and crane your neck to peer over the foot of the bed at who he scolds. Feyd’s harpies are on their hands and knees, staring a hole into your head. It’s a daring choice. When Feyd speaks, those around must be attentive with eyes and ears, but the harpies don’t so much as glance in his direction. They’re here for you, they want you, and clearly nothing else.

“But she looks so yummy,” one of them says, a pout forming on her lips.

“And she smells even better,” the second adds. Her tongue swipes over a sharpened fang.

All three of them begin to crawl across the floor until they’re at your side of the bed. Feyd’s fingers tighten around your arm, his eyes narrowing, and you lean back against his chest just in case they get the idea to lunge at you.

“We won’t eat very much of her,” the third purrs as her hand slithers over the silky sheets, inching toward your body. “Just a few little bites. Plenty left over for our lord na-baron to enjoy.”

When her pointed nails graze your ankle, Feyd leans around you, grabs her wrist, and sharply twists until there's a snap. She yelps. Your body jolts. Tears build in the corners of her eyes. Your jaw drops.

Immediately, they appear to sober up. Their hunger, if still there, doesn’t lust for you so intensely now that fear has taken over.

“You will not sink your filthy fangs into her,” Feyd spits, baring his teeth. “She’s mine. Her flesh, her blood, all of her—mine.” The other two harpies shrink and skitter away from their injured sister. “If I wanted to share, I would have.”

Feyd releases his harpy. She cradles her broken wrist, whimpers emitting from her throat as she scoots back to join the others. They feel safer in a pack. Though you don’t think that will aid them in this case.

“W-We just thought she wouldn’t matter to you,” one of them mutters, her chin tucked to her chest. “We thought you could find another plaything.”

Feyd’s face darkens. The icy blue of his glare wavers under the force of a burning red. As he moves to stand, he jerks you to his side of the bed, separating you from the beastly women by a few more feet.

“What did you just say to me?” he grits out, rounding the mattress and stopping in front of them.

The harpies glance at each other in panic before looking back at their master. “W-We didn't mean–”

“It appears I’ve treated you too well,” he says decisively. “If you’re bold enough to defy my orders, then perhaps you need to be reminded of your place.”

You gulp. You’ve heard that tone. You’ve heard those words. But you have a feeling Feyd’s threats toward his harpies are not as empty as the ones he throws at you, and it makes your stomach squeeze.

Your presence in Giedi Prime’s fortress being the indirect cause of their harm is nothing less than unjust. It’s not their fault their master brought fresh meat home. They cannot control what they are, and Feyd routinely encourages their behavior, excluding only you from the list of bodies they are allowed to feast upon. If anything, this is his fault.

“Get up!” he shouts, and they scramble to their feet.

You rise up on your knees as he turns and yanks open the bedroom door. “Feyd, wait, you don’t have to–”

“Stay!” he snaps, pointing a finger at you.

Your mouth snaps shut and you sit, watching as his harpies obediently follow him out the door. Within the minute, you hear the screams and squeals of pain, and you wince, pressing your hands over your ears.

You don’t know how long you stay in that position. It’s Feyd’s touch that jolts you back into the present.

You look up.

Red is speckled across his torso. You feel a slickness on your face from where he is cupping your cheek, and when he pulls his hand away, you notice the rivers of blood running through the spaces between his fingers.

Without a word, Feyd pushes you down onto the bed, rearranges the covers so they drape appropriately across your body, and crawls under the sheets to settle in beside you.

“What did you do to them?” you ask.

His eyes are already closed by the time the question fully leaves your lips. He blows out a heavy breath through his nose and turns on his side to wrap his arm around your waist. “Removed a few fingers,” he says. “Now go back to sleep.”

“But–”

“Go. To. Sleep,” he grumbles in demand. “Unless you’d rather I change my mind and toss you into their feeding pit…”

It's one of those empty threats, but you don’t press him further. Not for tonight. Tonight he is tired and grumpy and nothing about you pushing him will do you any good. So instead, you allow him to do as he wants. And what he wants is to tuck your head under his chin, eliminate all space between you, and hold you in a grip that is just short of suffocating.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

2024 yumejoshi popularity ranking results

If you don’t know, yume are basically self-shippers!! Every year, there’s a poll among Japanese Twitter users to determine who the top 100 most yume’d fictional men are. The results from 2020 to 2023 may be viewed here!

The Twst characters that made it to the top 100 for 2024 are:

2. Skully J. Graves (first timer!)

17. Leona Kingscholar (previously also placed twice in 2021 + 2023)

25. Trey Clover (previously also placed in 2020-2023; all four years!)

27. Ace Trappola (previously also placed twice in 2021 + 2023)

28. Jade Leech (previously also placed thrice in 2020, 2021, and 2022)

41. Malleus Draconia (previously also placed once in 2023)

84. Azul Ashengrotto (previously also placed thrice in 2020, 2021, and 2022)

89. Silver (first timer!)

xbksbskamskageod. IDiA FELL frOM GRACE (he also ranked in all four previous years, the same as Trey) 💀 Trey Cover stays defying expectations… (He isn’t popular in EN, but is hugely popular in JP!)

It’s insane how Skully is number TWO though… The last time we had a Twst character ranking in the single digits was all the way back in 2020 (Azul in 8th place)… and Skully achieved an even HIGHER placement even though he’s a limited time character (thus much less screen time) and has only existed publicly for a few months. The Halloween boys keep gaining in power every year…