#Survivor Interact

[scribbled-survivors]

“Ah Adam! I never got to thank you for showing me Diversion, though not sure if I’m suppose to throw it at the killer or away”

@askyoichiasakawa

“Though I guess it works well, this killer always only goes straight after me ever since people decided to throw things at his face-”

“Oh no- Looks like I gotta go again!”

@askyoichiasakawa

Referencing this post with @killin-n-chillin

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

Mel's protection should have saved Viktor too, and she's trying to figure out why it didn't

(Editing to add: see this post for details on the Mel's armor/shield theory)

S2 ep1 shows a circle of protected stone where Mel and Jayce were during the explosion. My theory is that Mel's magic armor activated and saved them both. It seems like it casts a sphere of protection around wherever Mel is.

The center of this circle is not Mel's seat - it's Jayce's. She ran to Jayce to save him.

No other Councilors were in range of Mel's protection, so they all got hurt or killed.

But Viktor was, in Jayce's words, "right next to" him. He was easily within Mel's circle of protection.

1) Viktor tried to run and mistakenly left the circle of protection. But are we meant to believe that Viktor, close to dying already and using a crutch, would have outrun Mel?

2) Viktor's augmented body clashes with Mel's

Why does Mel try to touch Viktor in episode 1? It seems like a throwaway moment, but not even Jayce touches him in this scene. So why Mel?

She's curious. And possibly, feeling responsible. She's wondering why her protection didn't work.

Is this Hexcore brand of the Arcane trying to reach out to Mel? Or trying to defend itself from her?

Mel was trying to protect both Jayce and Viktor, which is reflected in how she holds Jayce as well as Viktor's cane when she promises to protect Hextech:

But if, for example, Mel's magic is Solari in origin, and Viktor's is from the Void - or the Arcane equivalent of similar opposing forces - then it's possible that their magic rejects or hurts one another. So Mel's circle of protection either rejected Viktor, or was what hurt Viktor, and not the explosion.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...

[idol-trickster]

@ask-ash-williams

“I don’t ask others for much, but god it would be so satisfying if you could do this for me. After all he’s done to fuck my life over, this is the very least he has coming.“ - @ask-yunjin-lee

23. The Trickster

Gee, that sounds rough. I guess it doesn’t hurt to help out a little... But I’m doing this just for you, lady.’

‘Hey.’

@idol-trickster

[phykoha]

them again bc theyre good

s'mores....

@amevello-blue

[sysig]

Rainbows (Patreon)

[idol-trickster]

"With Ice cream... wouldn't be bad." Though I don't think sashimi goes well with it. "I was thinking of something else, but I can't do anything with this mask on. If you could help me..."

"I'll be sure a pretty squid like you is treated like a gourmet meal."

"Or would you rather have a taste of my mouth instead?"

I want to put you in my mouth.

“Uuuuuuuuh- like- with the ice cream again??“ @idol-trickster

[cosmicvenusnebula]

DID/OSDD forms to help a child survive through repeated trauma that made them feel like they were dying

So, to all my fellow systems out there, diagnosed or not, I am so happy your all still alive

You've dealt with things that no child should ever deal with, and I am so proud that you survived

I believe you, I see you, and it wasn't your fault 🫶

I wish you and your system good luck in your healing journey, whatever that means for you 🧚‍♀️

[jabberwock-islanders]

To Our Fellow Anti Endos

You are safe here. You are loved, respected, and cared for here. We know how terrifying it is to be a traumagenic system on the internet and get flooded with misinformation and harassment. Our spaces will not be taken from us. Our resources will not be taken from us. Our safety will not be taken from us.

Our blog is a safe space for all of you. No matter what disorder(s) you have, no matter what type of trauma you have, no matter how big or small your system is or how many/few introjects you have. You are safe here. We love you, and we appreciate that you're still here despite everything.

Any (pro) endos that interact with this or any of our posts will be blocked. We don't want you here.

~ Kore

[idol-trickster]

"Seat taken, darlin'?" Kate asked, the doe mask tilted inquisitively as she regarded him. Two cupcakes balanced on two different small plates, each held in a different hand. One of them was held out to the hyena masked idol, almost like an offering for the seat. @wanderingsongbird

The hyena-masked idol looked up from his seat, over at the deer staring back at him. A glance at the cupcakes given; hand reaching out to grab for one of the plates, accepting the offer graciously. A pleasant relief from the alcohol he'd had prior. "If you're being so considerate, make yourself comfortable."

Jiwoon placed the cupcake down between them, moving over once Kate had taken a seat and leaned in with a smile, glowing yellow eyes looking straight into blue ones behind her mask. "Unless you were hoping to feed me yourself. It might be fun."

@wanderingsongbird

[scribbled-survivors]

“Hey Felix! I managed to get a tool box from my last trial, figure yiu can use it better than me”

@askthe-quietartist

“I don’t know what happened- but I think I’m the only one left. Again...” 

“I’d ask if you want to stay until Felix comes back, but I think it’s dangerous here.”

@askthe-quietartist

[agawilder]

David and Dwighty waiting in the exit gate for others (0_0)

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[camomileapplesyrup]

my father never really behaved like one. he was violent. he beat me and my mother. he cheated on her with hookers every night, and got off on the idea of assaulting them behind my mother's back. after my 4th birthday, he up and left. from then, my childhood with him was meeting a string of women from russia, all claiming to be engaged to him. no one stayed long enough but one woman. who became my stepmother.

we didn't like each other. as a small little girl, who watched her big professor father dancing around in suits all day and then slapping my mom before storming away, i didn't have much faith in my safety with this woman. i saw an evil lady, who was corrupting my father with her evil lady ways, turning him against me to prioritise her son who she brought with her. this illusion dropped one night during an argument that lasted hours.

after hurling an array of expensive china at each other, and slamming all the doors in their big house, my stepmother sat crying in our red armchair, repeatedly murmuring things in russian i wish i would have understood. my father saw me approaching and snarled at me. something along the lines of "don't entertain the attention seeking goose. she is playing the victim." as a young 13 year old girl, the only thing i could conjure up was "well, you hit her, dad. don't you think that's why she's crying?"

whatever happened after that was a blur. he went on a tirade at me, clearly bothered by the correction. he looked like a big, puffed up toad, in my memory. croaking unintelligibly with anger and offence. but, im his daughter after all. i didn't understand a thing, i yelled back at my father, attempting to mimic his emotionless-debate-arguing.

that night i saw my real mother in her.

my real mother, in the same house, who never cowered. never ran away, or cried without a glare. my mother who made sure i saw her slap back. slap back so hard it made my father stagger against the very same doorframe i stood.

amidst my heated conversation with my father, the woman whom i hated so much, called out my name. she looked at me and choked out a sentence i'll never forget. in her thick, russian accent, she said "you are a strong young woman. never cower in front of your dad, or any man who hurts you. thank you."

it was the first and last time she ever complimented me. for the first time, we saw each other for what we truly were. two women victimised by an abusive men, who shrunk into the very thing he wanted to avoid most. two women who respected each other enough, to stand up to him. no matter how far apart our worlds were, in that moment, we became the very core of our beings and forgot everything else.

i'll never forget her defeated voice, and tear stained face. i'll never forget what she gave me that day.

[gobald]

Ok, Shaun, time to have THE TALK

[killin-n-chillin]

"Hopefully Santa-Clown won't come and eat him... Thanks though, really awesome to have the lil guy!"

🍪 "Heard there's free cookies, whaaat~" - @killin-n-chillin

“Mhm, looks like you heard correctly. Lucky you~”

[ Joey received the “Lil Joey” Cookie]

( @killin-n-chillin )

[devotedlystrangewizard]

renheng is arguably too delicious for the average hoyoverse fan because when i found out one of the main characters is haunted by a spectre of his past who hates him so much entirely because he once loved and trusted him. and they watched the stars together. and they have matching bracers that they can sense each other through. and they were closer than any other two in their old friend group. and