#The yearning is clear

[magixfairyix]

S.S.S. Moment

Cause these two feed my soul. (Spoilers)

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Darcy's POV

"Iorda?"

"Yeah?"

Now or never.

"I cursed my planet."

I didn’t look at her when the words came out of my mouth, and I was still in shock at how quickly I admitted it. But I knew that if I didn’t say it so quickly, I wouldn’t have said it at all.

Even though my eyes were at the horizon I could still feel Iorda’s gaze on me, watching and probably surprised at how out of pocket my words were. The light around us was dimming, and I felt a small amount of comfort at that through the guilt and fear that I always hated feeling.

“How… long ago?” Iorda’s soft voice was something like a dagger, tearing open the barriers that wanted to stay upright.

I pursed my lips tightly closed, pulling my knees into myself but not enough to rest my chin on top of it. More than anything, I didn’t want to seek too… hurt by this topic. 

So… impacted by it.

“I was a child,” I answered simply.

A child who had her life ruined just because she had a connection to Liliss. It could’ve happened to someone else, I think. Liliss could have chosen anyone else with a portion of her magic and given them the rest, making them a perfect tool to use.

Iorda paused once again. “And… What’s your planet?”

I wanted to tell her about the good things about Zenothe that I remembered from when I was a child. That during the day the sky was a warm gray, but when the sun set the entire area would be surrounded by an inky blackness that made it so that candles or magic lights had to be used to see.

I wanted to tell her that when it rained there, everyone would come out of their houses to enjoy the weather. I still remember racing out of the house as a child—a year before I had ruined everything I had—with my moms behind her, laughing as I turned my face up to face the rain.

“Zenothe, but…” I started, knowing the name of the planet wouldn’t do much. 

Another memory resurfaced, one of the Ancestors forcing my sisters and I to go back to Zenothe to cast a barrier spell so that no one could go in along to wipe the memories of all who remembered it. I was screaming to Liliss in anger and resentment as the three of them showed us through the spell, but I had casted it regardless.

“You… wouldn’t know it,” I finished, looking off the side and hoping that I didn’t look too bothered for it to be obvious. “Liliss helped us cast a spell. No one remembers it.”

“Except you and your sisters?” Iorda asked tentatively. 

“Yes. Icy actually made a bet with me to tell you this,” I explained.

We were silent for a while, but I knew that Iorda probably had a lot of questions flying through her head. I didn’t know how many of them I wanted—or was able—to answer. Truth be told, Icy didn’t specify how much I had to explain. I could stand up and walk away if I wanted to, but I didn’t move from my spot for a reason I couldn’t explain.

“What… happened to Zenothe?” Iorda asked, her posture becoming less tense. “No matter what it was I’m not going to—”

“I don’t want you to pity me,” I corrected, turning to look at her with a pointed look that was more calm than I wanted it to be. “I don’t care if you judge me for what happened, and if anything, I welcome it.”

“Well, I won’t do either,” Iorda said with a slow nod.

She was waiting for me to speak and wasn’t going to pry even further. That made things difficult because I had to decide what to say or not say. If she asked specific questions maybe that would have made things easier. I waited for a moment to see if she’d do so.

Silence.

Wonderful.

“I cursed it because I didn’t know what to do with my magic,” I started tightly, resisting the urge to curl into myself even though it could be a small comfort. “She…” It hurt that I couldn’t say her name at first, even though deep down I knew it wouldn’t do anything horrible if I did. “Liliss, gave me more than I could handle at the time.”

I waited for something from her. Some sort of surprise or horror, but more so surprise because I knew cursing my planet was hardly the worst thing I had done. Iorda was still silent, and I was done caring an obnoxious amount at that point, so I pulled my legs in and rested my chin on them.

“Then it wasn’t your fault…” Iorda said slowly. “It was her’s.”

I didn’t answer that.

“Did she… do it on purpose? Give you too much magic so that something bad would happen?” Iorda asked, glancing to her side at me. I could see she was looking at me, but I didn’t meet her eyes

It surprised me at first how close—not even close, she just did—she got to guessing what happened before I remembered that she herself had a short interaction with the Ancestors. Back on Ovrum—somehow, the topic once again turns to that like last time we were talking in this hellscape—she’d seen how furious the Ancestors were after Icy opened the bud of the new Tree of Life.

I repressed a shiver as I remembered how it felt to have my body possessed like that. I would’ve taken mind control even, instead of feeling by body contort and rot at having a centuries old spirit inside it.

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t realize Iorda was still waiting for an answer.

“She…” I swallowed an ache. “She knew what she was doing.”

“Darcy that’s…” Iorda said, taking a deep breath. “I’m… I’m so sorry—”

“No pity, please,” I sighed tiredly.

“It’s not pity, I—”

“It’s you feeling sorry for me because of my misfortunes,” I interrupted, my voice too worn to be angry. With a deep inhale, I moved my hair that was spilling over my shoulders to my back, standing up as I did so. “That is pity.”

What surprised me was that Iorda also stood up, leaving the bag full of crystals back on the ground. She gave one last look at the horizon before glancing behind me to where Tecna and Musa were—both of them presumably continuing their earlier tasks—before looking back at me, and the way her eyes looked sad and somehow a bit angry brought some sort of hurt.

“Because you went through something,” Iorda said plainly.

“A long time ago,” I said, forcing a shrug of indifference.

“You were a child, Darcy,” Iorda said, and the fact that she said it as if it was something I didn’t already know was annoying in a way. “You were a child who… who had to go through something like that, and…”

“Technically, you were also a child when we tried to kill you the first time,” I said matter-of-factly before realizing how that sounded, though Iorda only gave me a deadpan look.

I regretted saying anything, because now she was concerned, and I didn’t want that. At least in Icy’s case—as she had told me—Bloom quickly dropped the topic when Icy had asked her to, but unfortunately with Iorda I doubted she would give me the same sentiment. I was unsure whether I was truly annoyed at her concern, or if I just didn’t like being so revealed to her.

But I had told her.

With a sigh, I turned around. “I’m going to see if your friend needs help with the tracker.”

“No, you’re not,” Iorda said.

With a pause—the fact that she said that was a surprise on its own, and even more when I remembered how much she was being as stubborn as she was during the first year—I glanced behind me. She wasn’t glaring and she didn’t have that expression of pity.

More like genuine concern, which somehow tore me open more.

“Excuse me?” I raised a brow, my words coming across less annoyed than I wanted them to.

She stilled for a moment, and I didn’t prompt her to speak. I was surprised she didn’t let me walk away, and a part of me wondered why she was still continuing with this conversation.

“One, I wasn’t a child when you three tried to kill me. I was sixteen, and it wasn’t… it wasn’t something like having that happen to your planet,” Iorda explained after she had gotten past her silence. “The Ancestors were… shitty and they caused what happened to Zenothe. You didn’t.”

“But—”

“A child wouldn’t have been able to do anything against a basically god-like entity,” Iorda interrupted, her words gentle and not harsh. 

The point I had tried to make earlier was that I was sixteen when Zenothe fell. Iorda was also sixteen when she came to Magix, and got involved in the war of the Army of Decay. I didn’t see why she would care so much about that happening to me when, truly, she had also been through things no child deserved to go through at the time.

But I realized how innocent I was on Zenothe.

I could’ve continued going to school with my few friends, enjoying life with my family, and celebrating the large number of festivals and celebrations year after year.

I could’ve had a life like that…

“You shouldn’t have had your childhood taken away from you like that,” Iorda said, taking a slow step closer. I didn’t step away, and instead I turned around when I felt a burning in my eyes—one that was becoming too familiar—to try to bury it, because I wasn’t going to cry. “It…”

“I was…” I bit back the ache in my chest, crossing my arms in front of me with my back turned to her. “I was… sixteen. I should’ve been able to deal with that; to control the magic.”

Iorda went silent at that. I could tell she was taking in this information and connecting it, maybe to her own experiences, but I didn’t care. Or maybe I did and I just didn’t want to. My feet were planted to the ground, and I still couldn’t bring myself to walk away even as I felt a tear leak out of my eyes.

I didn’t move to wipe it away.

“That’s still a child…” Iorda said slowly.

“You were still a child,” I said, the words clawing themselves out of my throat.

I could hear Iorda take another step forwards, my back still turned to her. Part of me, the small part of me that was still damaged, welcomed this feeling of telling her. But most of myself just hated the tears and wanted to turn the topic back to herself and not me. 

There was a tentative brush at my hand, and I thought back to that time in the clearing.

I gripped her hand before I realized how much I needed it.

“You were, too,” Iorda said.

The combination of her words, the way she said them—as if she understood this, and in a way, I knew she actually did—and the pain that continued to build in my chest was something that caused something to break. I choked on a buried sob as I sighed out a trembling and uneasy breath, not realizing how my nails dug into Iorda’s hand, yet she didn’t pull away.

I moved a hand to my face to brush away tears even as more continued to fall, and it was like I could feel all the hurt of my past self screaming. She was scraping at the wall that I had always tried to put up, and each blow brought a new current of pain.

“Do you want to sit down again?” Iorda asked gently.

I forced in a breath before nodding. 

There was so much pain that I wasn’t even thinking of seeming weak. I let Iorda help me sit on the ground again—still gripping onto her hand as if it was a lifeline, because in some strange way, it was—as she sat back down next to me.

I had the thought—I wanted to—just pull my knees in to curl myself in a protected form, because maybe that would make it seem like I was still in control again and that my walls hadn’t completely shattered. But the same moment I had the thought I felt myself leaning my head against Iorda’s shoulder, and she paused for a moment before squeezing my hand reassuringly.

“I’m sorry…” I said, and my words wouldn’t have been audible if Iorda wasn’t this close.

“You’re�� allowed to cry, you know,” Iorda said softly, moving her free hand to rest on my shoulder that wasn’t resting against her. “Its—”

“No I—” I said, biting back another sob. “I’m sorry for this. I ruined your life, I—” 

I knew that part was true, and the guilt hit me hard. The guilt I thought I had gotten rid of. Here I was talking about how Liliss—and, maybe, my own mistakes—led to the destruction of my planet, while I had done worse things to the girl who was somehow willing to not walk away and leave me to my sobbing state.

It was sickening.

“I ruined my own life,” Iorda insisted.

“You—”

“If I stayed at Cloud Tower, I would’ve been happier. If I used negative emotions, I would have felt like myself instead of having to fake being sure of who I am for seven years of my life,” Iorda explained, and I waited for her to pull away, while she still stayed as close as ever. “I don’t blame you.”

“I killed—”

“Yes, but I’m alive,” Iorda interrupted, and part of me felt like strangling her for how much she was doing it and how I knew she was right on all accounts deep down. “Just… focus on you, okay?”

I opened my mouth to talk against what she said once more before I bit my lip to bury another ache, gripping her hand tighter as I let out a shuddering sob. Dragon, I didn’t remember the last time I had cried this much. It hurt, but at the same time, getting comfort like this was a feeling I was learning not to hate as much as I did when she first held my hand.

I knew she wasn’t going to let me blame myself or walk away, so I felt my tense body relax as her hand moved across my shoulder repeatedly. My nails dug into her hand a little less as I found the ability to breathe clearly again, but I didn’t want to move away from this.

“What…” I breathed out slowly, moving my thumb absently across her hand, my head still against her shoulder. “What were you going to do, before you came to Magix?”

Iorda paused, still continuing the small movement of her hand as she looked back at the sky. “I actually wanted to study psychology. Become a therapist or something like that.”

I snorted, half smiling. “You’d be good at that.”

“I’m glad, thanks,” Iorda said, and although I was still looking down at the ground, I could guess that she would be smiling slightly. “What did you want to do?”

I paused slightly. At sixteen I didn’t have a clear idea of what I wanted to do in life, and if anything, I was simply focused on trying to get my magic under wraps and help out my moms and their friends in their unstructured coven—healers, and potion makers—as much as I could. But a fond member I had was sitting at the kitchen table, absorbing books of older forms of witchcraft.

“I… didn’t know,” I answered tiredly. “I researched some about old witchcraft, and that was as much of a passion for something I had back then.” There was a pause, and I briefly felt some confusion coming from Iorda. “The kind you would have practiced on Earth.”

Iorda paused before sitting up straighter, and I leaned away from her—the small part inside me missed the physical comfort—and took my grip away from her hand. She narrowed her eyes at the horizon before glancing at me with a half smile.

“Well, I still need to track Cloud Tower,” Iorda said before gesturing to her bag of crystals. “Anything about old witchcraft that you know that would come in useful?”

I knew her intentions behind what she was doing, and I gave her a half amused and half annoyed look. “If you’re asking me this because of pity—” 

“We need to track Cloud Tower, you know what you’re doing,” Iorda said, giving me a half smile. She crossed her legs over themselves. “Tecna is still working on the tracker, so I need all the help and knowledge that I can get.”

I could tell she was purposefully bringing about this conversation, even if she did truly need help with tracking Cloud Tower. Tecna couldn’t help her, and I doubt Musa’s knowledge of witchcraft was enough—if she had any, for that matter. Deep down, it felt sort of pleasant in a way. Being asked to help in a situation where it is needed.

The small glimmer in her eyes reminded me of the few times we had non murder-intented banter in the past, and I felt the remaining ache in my chest leave before I gave her a half smirk. “Well, now you’re just stroking my ego at this point.”

“Good,” Iorda said, returning my half smirk. “But first…”

She reached inside her back for a moment—and I paused, confused about what she was planning to do—and rummaged around until she grabbed something. I watched as she pulled a small crystal out of the bag, something that I recognized as a small, sharply cut stone of pink tourmaline. 

Iorda placed the stone in between us before glancing up. “To us healing from the past.”

It was as if we were having a toast of some sorts, and in some way, it was. She was speaking in a language both of us understood; one of having experienced past events of pain and the deep wounds that come with that, and the need to heal. Part of me still felt like I could’ve done more to stop what Liliss did to Zenothe, but…

I gave a smile that was somehow not forced as I placed my hand on the crystal. “To us healing from the past.” 

This wasn’t typical magic of summoning and casting, creating something out of thin air. It was something that was intuitive and smaller, channeling our intentions into something usually so small and insignificant to most.

I remembered what I saw in the doorway before Aria and her sisters had appeared. My sisters and everyone else in Magix City under the night sky, laughing and smiling, and deep in my eyes I could tell that I was happy. It was reassuring.

That if the doors were right, I would heal

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Half an hour later there were two stones clutched in Iorda’s hand, one for receiving in the left hand, and one for giving in the right. Labradorite and amethyst respectively, the first to connect Iorda to Cloud Tower’s energy, and the latter to increase her psychic magic to lend it outwards to the school to communicate with it.

“Do you know what the psychic space is?” I asked, still seated next to her.

She was sitting with her legs crossed over each other, eyes closed to block out any distractions. Her eyebrows were pressed downwards in focus, her body steadily rising and falling with every slow and constant breath. It was good that she knew how to do that much, because otherwise getting focused would be more than difficult.

“The outside area between your mind and someone else’s,” Iorda finished, eyes still closed as she spoke. “Where psychic magic moves across.”

“Exactly,” I said, one of my arms hanging over my knee. “You have to reach over that space in order to find Cloud Tower, and keep the focus you have while doing that.”

Iorda breathed in slowly. “Negative emotions?”

I could tell from her voice that she was hesitant, because up until now she had little to no luck in using negative emotions to track Cloud Tower. It would’ve seemed useless, though I had to wonder about how much of it was because of her inexperience, or if it was because of her hesitance.

“Yes,” I answered. “Your main emotion is vengeance right?”

Iorda’s steady breathing paused for a moment as she slightly opened her left eye, looking at me quizzically. She wondered how I knew that, and I gave her a half smile in response.

“You were very close to killing me during that situation with Kalshara,” I responded, not with irritation. “It was hardly something difficult to figure out when you had murder in your eyes.”

Iorda snorted slightly. “I—”

“Keep focusing,” I interrupted, smirking slightly as Iorda rolled her eyes with a small smile before closing them again. “Anyways, yes, your magic will work better if you use vengeance for an emotion instead of whatever you have been forcing yourself to use for the past seven years.”

“Fulfillment,” Iorda answered.

“Sounds depressing, but stop talking,” I said, and the corners of Iorda’s lips tilted up again in a small smile of amusement. “You have to focus.”

This somehow felt easy, even with the circumstances that we had to find Cloud Tower. There were so many people in there who would be confused and frightened about what happened. I briefly think that they’ll probably be even more terrified if my sisters and I showed up again, but as long as we could at least communicate with Griffin about the Shaman Witch that would be a possibly beneficial situation.

“You asked me a question,” Iorda mumbled humorously before I saw her breathing rising again at a constant pace again.

“An open-ended statement,” I corrected with a small bit of amusement in my voice, before I decided to focus on the task at hand. She didn’t respond to that, and I could tell that she was focusing again. “Focus as much as you can on that vengeance; who you want to hurt, or pay.”

Iorda opened her mouth to speak before stopping herself, but I could tell that she was probably thinking of the Shaman Witch based on how her hands clenched tighter around the two crystals. She breathed in again, her pace less constant, before it evened out again.

“That vengeance isn’t going to hurt you,” I reassured.

“I know—”

“Focus,” I reminded calmly, and Iorda breathed in shakily for a moment before her shoulders relaxed. She hadn’t used negative emotions in this long, and with what she said about feeling like being in her past self’s body, I could understand why she was hesitant. “Tell me when you’ve found it.”

She would’ve known I didn’t mean Cloud Tower and that I meant when she finds a hold on her vengeance. If her dedication to it is fleeting, her psychic magic would act the same away. To keep up a spell across the psychic space between herself and Cloud Tower up for so long would take more focus than usual.

A moment passed, and I briefly felt when she found a hold on her need for vengeance; quicker than I expected her to find it. There was anger, and a need inside her to make the Shaman Witch pay for what she did to her.

“You’ve found it?”

She nodded.

“Imagine the energy of the labradorite moving into you, and the amethyst moving out,” I continued to explain. “And when you can focus on that without thinking, imagine your psychic magic forming a thread.”

Iorda’s breathing became only slightly labored as she gripped the crystals tighter.

“Relax,” I reminded. “Your psychic magic won’t respond unless you do.”

It took a bit longer until I could see Iorda physically relax again, her breathing becoming deeper and fuller. Calmer. It was clear she was regaining focus. Then her shoulders relaxed and her eyebrows became less furrowed, with a small content smile going across her face. I knew that she was focused and calm enough in order to form a connection with her own psychic magic.

I smiled slightly to myself, knowing how long it must’ve been since she used that side of her powers, and deep down, there was a small sense of pride. After all these years she was willing to use the emotions she was meant to use, and to use her psychic magic that she seemed hesitant to reach.

“Imagine that thread reaching out, and find Cloud Tower,” I said, and Iorda pursed her lips slightly at that. “You know what it feels like, so find it. You learned there. It appreciates your presence. You’re going to find it.”

I was concerned for a moment that my encouragement came off too harsh—even though I knew without self-assurance it would be impossible for her to track the school—but it seemed to work as I felt her psychic magic increase. It was something I didn’t even have to focus to feel, though then again, it wasn’t as if I was putting up active barriers in my mind at that moment.

Iorda continued to focus, and I kept myself silent.

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About fifteen minutes of silence passed, and Iorda was still as focused as she was when she started reaching out with her magic. She was as still as a statue besides her breathing, and I took that as a good thing.

Her eyes flickered open.

“What is it?” I asked, voice rising in anticipation.

“I…” Iorda started, eyes widening slightly in disbelief. “I… found it.”

I felt rope rise within me. It wasn’t as if I doubted that Iorda would find it, but I didn’t think she’d do it this quickly and successfully, knowing how bad our luck had been lately. She let go of the crystals in her hands and placed them on the ground, slowly breathing in as she got out of the meditative state.

“You found Cloud Tower?” I questioned, eyes widening.

“Y-yes I—” Iorda said, smiling as she quickly stood up. She gestured to the right of the horizon, stuffing the crystals back in her bag that she swung over her shoulder. “It’s that way! But dragon, I actually found it!”

I chuckled slightly as I stood up. “I never doubted you.”

Iorda narrowed her eyes at the horizon where she had gestured to, practically shaking from excitement. This would have been the first time she used her psychic magic with negative emotions in a while, and to see her so happy over this was heartwarming in a way.

“Thank you,” Iorda turned towards me, smiling. “Thank you so, so much, you have no idea.”

I paused slightly, mildly put off by that. Not the way she was thanking me—I knew it did help her with the spell and focusing, even though most of that was on her own accord—but of how… appreciative she looked. It wasn’t an expression I was used to seeing.

“It…” I said, shrugging. “It’s fine, I—”

I expected a lot of things. For Iorda to move on and race over to tell Tecna and Musa about the newfound information, for her to see through my dismissal and argue against it, but what I didn’t expect was for her to take a step forwards and hug me of all things.

It was loose enough that I could’ve pulled away, her arms only softly wrapping around me, but I surprised myself when I didn’t. For a moment it was if all the guilt suddenly left, because Iorda was fucking hugging of all things me when I’ve tried to kill her before. She seemed to relax a bit more when she realized I wasn’t—somehow, for some reason—annoyed or tensing at the gesture.

Instead, I leaned into the embrace. 

It felt like I needed it.

Maybe even for years. 

“Thank you…” Iorda said, her voice barely a whisper.

I listened to the tone of her voice carefully. It was a mix of relief and something of acceptance. I realized that after years of pretending to be someone else this must’ve been such a breath of fresh air for her, as if coming out of water and finally being able to breathe.

It was something of an honor to be a part of that.

“Anytime,” I said in the same soft tone, pulling back slowly from the embrace and resisting the urge to make it last longer than it needed to be. I half smiled, and part of me felt how, unlike the others, this one was forced. “Now, let's go tell Tecna and Musa.”

Iorda nodded before turning and walking towards where Tecna and Musa were seated—the latter seemingly giving up on watching enemies that were absent. I paused for a moment, breathing in deeply as I moved my hair behind her shoulders before I followed.

Musa and Tecna stood up immediately when we walked over, the latter holding the tracker that had a few more buttons and wires added than the last time I saw it. Of course, it had been almost an hour since I left to see how well Iorda was faring.

“Did you find it?” Musa questioned, eyes widening.

“Yes!” Iorda smiled, and Musa let out a cheer of excitement as she tightly hugged Iorda. “It’s just towards where the thin patch of cloud is, and I don’t think it's too far.”

I smiled slightly as I walked next to Tecna, her watching the exchange with an excited look on her face. If things went well by the tracker, then she could communicate to the other group our location so that they could follow us.

“Did things go well?” Tecna asked, glancing to her side at me.

I paused for a moment. “I think so.”

[fiftypiercings]

I can't believe I decided to read orv on a whim because I just wanted a good manhwa with no romance subplot and here I am knees deep into the novel questioning my whole life because whatever these mfs have got going on is much more nastier and visceral than any romance.

[mvmnbnv]

Vi before seeing the banners outside

Vi after

Sis is mad bro...

[linktothefags]

If anyone needs me I'll be fawning over trans men for the next [checks calendar] couple thousand years

[zondearts]

Aquatic

[braceletofteeth]

Hira + すき

[hauntingofhouses]

taigen blueeyesamurai: [exists]

me: humiliate and torture that man some more ‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[lady-harrowhark]

[papayafiles]

simple like 2019: a carlando edit

[forever-rogue]

thinking about peter parker tonight <3 its missing him hours

[songsofsappho]

Femmes, mascs, fems, butches.

Maybe it's the tgirl brain but presentation just isn't that important to me.

What's really attractive about a girl is that they're comfortable and confident in their presentation.

Boy in a girl way? Enby? All of those things? None of them? Cool.

Does it make you happy? Yes? Do you want head about it?

[thewingedwolf]

will they won’t they is annoying when it’s young people but sexy with old people and that’s why adama and roslin are unmatched

[yearningaces]

I feel this needs to be said so

Ofius and Declan, the Giant and the Hallewell both have heavy undertones of worshipful types of love, so let me explain their differences in the most metaphorical way, take your own meanings

Ofius is the lost one who was brought into the light. A keeper of his humans temple. He found this place when he had nothing. The light from inside beckoned him into a fulfilling life there. He keeps the temple clean, repaired, and cared for. He is the gentle worshiper

Declan is the bloodied sinner who carved an altar from stone with claws and fangs. His and the blood of others stains his hands and stone. He would carve out his organs as offerings but will never allow another close enough to see this place. He is the selfish reverence

[solpng]

i need nct mark lee like burnt toast desperately needs jam

[wwheeljack]

I genuinely remain confounded by the two sides to the Tech debate in this fandom. I've seen so many people on the Tech Lives side proclaim that they will be attacked, or insulted or made fun of for their ideas, all while they argue that those who see Tech as dead do so only because they want him dead since he's "autistic".

I've seen people on the Tech is Dead side go out of their way to comment unnecessarily on people who want him back with their beliefs on his death. This is unnecessary, just as it is unnecessary for those who believe or want Tech alive to make assumptions about those who believe the opposite.

That multiple people believe that is why someone may believe he's dead is confounding. The idea that Tech may be dead is not predicated on a hatred for autistic people, or autistic like characters. It isn't malicious for people to either want him alive, or to have accepted his death.

Frankly, it is tiring how the main focus of Tech's entire being since season two is that he died, and he's potentially autistic (The Crossing included, he never has been outright confirmed as such). He is so much more than that, and deserves to have people focus on him aside from just his death.

Curate your fandom experience by muting words or tags that may upset you.

[kisstoru]

I MISS HIM SO MUCH I’M GONNA CHOKE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭