#That would be disgusting

[bl4ckh34rts]

Lloyd headcanon time!

In oni culture it’s tradition to make a tiny like nic in your horns after you get a kill in battle or you just kill something the more nic’s the more deadly the oni (which is prized). Lloyd especially after Harumi and the Oni trilogy finds out about it and every person he fails to save  he carves out a chunk of horn (not a tiny chunk enough to take a second and to HURT) just remind himself to do better. Because of this his horns just continuously look like shit cause he won’t take care of them out of guilt, plus they’re massive like, bigger than omegas cause he’s a hybrid and dragons have bigger horns. And by look like shit I mean holes like fucking Swiss cheese are missing, and I imagine hybrid horns (like Lloyd’s) have like a marbled (think of vengestone) color/pattern and the color looks dull when the horns should be shiny especially where the gold is but nope it’s all dull and kinda hard to tell where the difference between the gold and black is.

Wildfire one night after a tough mission sees this. Friendly reminder she knows nothing about the first master or his lineage being hybrids, so she’s really confused how he grew horns until she looks closer. Lloyd looks up in surprise, dropping the file, when he’s tackled by a body and just sees a blur of red. He freaks out thinking it’s Kai, but nope it’s the only other person who understands how to care for horns and he’s frozen. He knows he’s going to be in trouble cause she’s going to have to tell out of worry for her master but right now that doesn’t matter, cause she’s speaking dragon at the moment holding him like he’ll die and growling out “WHY” in the little roar she does whenever she speaks her first tongue. He freezes she knows he understands her now, it’s a language (one of two) hard wired into his brain that he instinctively understands. “I don’t know” he rumbles back trying not to cry. She simply pushes the file out of the bed, closes the door, and cuddles back up with him. The monastery in the morning is panicking Lloyd (who’s normally up the earliest) is no where to be found, Wildfyre is missing, and Kai looks like he’s about to panic cause he’s missing two out of the three favorite people in his life. Finally he opens the door to Lloyd’s room and sees his horns and the file, and Wildfyre curled up on him like a cat. He understands everything that happened the night before and simply sighs slightly before crawling in with the two and texting the group chat that he found them, and they need to watch Lloyd again cause his horns are looking really bad. It suddenly becomes common after this to see Wildfyre sit or stand behind Lloyd if he’s sitting on the ground or a chair so she can reach his horns and polish them, apply oils, trim, or even sharpen them. After she teaches Kai and the other original 5 (when Jay comes back he’s apprehensive at first he hurt him, his friend, his brother, hell his first student, but quickly comes around) it becomes common team building, Lloyd’s had a bad day? Convince him to go other form (this comes MUCH later down the line) and you can help with the scales, horns, or wings. Or if the team just wants something therapeutic they start doing this with him. Everything just works out in the end. First headcanon I’ve ever posted! I’ve got a Harumi one too if anyone wants to hear that one! Questions can be answered and are appreciated! See you on the next one!

[captain-habit]

Healing isn't linear and sometimes its Very Stupid, and it'll be ten years later but you still will sometimes wake up from a dream that makes you want to simultaneously throw up and strangle someone.

[fortheloveofpiggy]

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Idk if this is real or not I don’t have the money though if you can reply to this with where we can donate I’ll reblog and we’ll try to get you that money

[astorkes]

what if act2 but nobody gets better, they get worse instead🌚

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[jedaos]

he gets it he really does

[higgsbison]

POV you posted cringe at the daily guild meeting

[lichenbug]

rarity LOVES when this woman wears an outfit.

[hinamie]

rin-chan NOW!!

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[prince--kiriona]

vou começar a matar yanquis HOW do you miss the point of a book this badly

[polite--cat]

heart-wrenching & beautiful excerpts from the article on esteban ocon

[bittasol]

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