#and in that sense i do have a preference towards preserving something

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia! I was rereading one of your works and was wondering if you’d maybe wanna discuss the quotations for dialogue? I know both are correct, but I just got a little curious about it the usage of ‘spoken words’ vs “spoken words” and your preference for one. Usually when I’ve seen the ‘spoken words,’ it’s been for older works.

Hi anon,

My preference is that I'm Australian, I learned writing at university many many years ago now (I am an old), and I was taught correct Australian grammar there! And while I still make mistakes on some things, dialogue isn't it.

Some people use the US "" instead of the Australian '' - and that's now okay simply because so many people were doing it, the editors of Australia were like 'fuck it, you can do it' (with exceptions) - but like, most of the Australian copies of international books that I have, actually don't use " " for dialogue at all.

I'm going to get some examples, because this is something you've likely never seen, because publishing houses change the grammar based on the country. This means that books that have double quotation marks everywhere else in the world for dialogue, have single quotation marks in Australia if you're picking them up in Australia or they've been published through most Australian publishers. Because buying books is more global now, Australians will likely have a mix of double quotations and single quotations books. Many Australians don't even realise there's a difference, they're so used to it.

Here's an Australian book:

(Skins by Sarah Hay)

So that makes sense for an Australian book by an Australian author.

What about the classic The Collector by John Fowles. Surely, that not being an Australian book, that'd have double quotation marks right?

Not if it was published here:

What about something a little more recent? Like The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy?

I'm not sure how to explain it beyond: 'Literally almost every book we pick up here that was published here does this, and it's not a like quirky preference, it's literally what we grew up seeing and reading. To us, double quotation marks is unusual and seems more 'quirky'.'

This is less common now as an attitude simply because of globalisation and the internet existing. But for most of my life, buying books meant only seeing dialogue like this. Right up until I was in the 30s, I think. Purchasing books online changed that, and people who grew up with the internet from the very beginning are going to be more used to seeing double quotation marks.

But many Australian publishers will still insist on correct Australian grammar with preference given to Australian grammar.

Our grammar is quite strange, and sort of a mix between US and UK but with some unique aspects of which you've probably noticed the single quotation marks is one.

That's because Australian grammar is built on journalism, and anything that saved space in a newspaper was prioritised. So Australian grammar eliminates double spaces at the end of periods. It eliminates double quotations because they take up extra space. There are dash rules designed to eliminate space that an article might take up.

And you know, I'm quite proud of that grammar. :D It does get me some heat when I publish something, usually from grammar puritans from the USA, which is why I now just post a blanket 'this author uses Australian grammar so you may notice some departures with dialogue grammar' caveat.

Anyway, the reason/s most newer works have double quotations is because a) they're being purchased en masse overseas and that's cheaper than publishing here, b) those Australians are young and have learned to write based on overseas writing, c) they don't know actually know Australian grammar, it's not actually taught well in our curriculums, d) it is just something they prefer, e) they publish with overseas publishers and because they have to edit their works to UK or US grammar anyway, they just adopted it because it's easier that way, f) someone erroneously corrected them for doing the right thing and they changed to another country's dialogue grammar, g) it really is okay to just pick the one you like best now and stick with it, h) some screen readers cannot cope with single quotation marks (which imho, is something screen readers need to address if it means ignoring an entire country's/continent's grammar style).

And finally, here's the Australian Government Style Guide, which still doesn't permit double quotation marks at all in dialogue.

[tower-arcana]

drdt ch2 ep13 spoilers and my thoughts on everything!!

i adore levi's character, the ASPD representation goes insane and drdtdev is honestly handling it really well and the fact that levi is still trying to be a good person even if he believes it's only out of a sense of 'duty' proves he's a good person to me I LOVE HIM SO BADLY i also feel awful for ace, really loved the insight we got into his character and since both of these two will be getting past this chapter i'm looking forward to seeing how they individually develop as characters and interact with the cast, but also how their dynamic with each other can grow from here

i will say that it pisses me off that i already see people calling it 'toxic yaoi' as this implies they were toxic towards each other in the first place, because ace was just horribly coping with the situation and levi was doing his best to try and act in a healthy manner, TBH AND I DON'T SEE THIS AS 'TOXIC'? NEITHER OF THEM WERE ACTIVELY WORSENING EACH OTHER? yaoi fans when they reduce the characters arc into a simple means of fodder for their ship.. i'm going to get you. hell i still like acevi and see potential for them to grow and be healthier but something about calling it toxic reeks of ableism to me

i also!! got!! hu and veronika content!! DUDE THEY COVERED FOR EACH OTHER THEY TALKED TO EACH OTHER ABOUT IT and that makes me so happy, i think if hu doesn't end up being the culprit then i'll really look forward to seeing how they interact in the future

speaking of hu, she's definitely my biggest culprit idea right now, she either stepped in and finished the job for nico OR she was an accomplice to nico, that's how i feel at least

DAVID AND TERUKO COVERING FOR EACH OTHER/FOR TERUKO... very interesting, i'm really looking forward to see what the foils do next tbh

also arei and david's dynamic makes me insane... arei even going out of his way to preserve the idea of arei for eden and lying, maybe because he thinks that's what arei would've preferred? either way it was a very sweet scene and it makes me SAD because david's possible friends and confidants keep DYING!!

all in all this episode cleared up so many things and threw a lot of new information in that i was NOT expecting, aka the eden and fork imagery... i don't have any concrete thoughts to share on that just yet but this has been a wonderful episode that's changed a lot of things for me, hope ygs enjoyed the episode too!!

[aspoonofsugar]

Any thoughts on what Oscar’s semblance will end up being? Since Oscar’s magic has come from Ozma and is more in line with “destruction” as a contrast to Ruby’s eyes which are tied to “creation”, I’ve often thought that it would make sense for Oscar’s semblance, as a means of self-affirmation to be something that also represents creation/preservation, which would make him more like Ruby and also find his own sense of who he is as a person. After all, if Oscar/Ozma are supposed to achieve a balance by the end then he should possess elements of both, no?

That said, the most common headcanon/theory I see for Oscar’s semblance has been for him to create barriers for defense… but not only can he already do that with Ozpin’s magic, I feel as though Jaune is actually the character who is more set up to have a defensive evolution for his semblance. There was the flash of light in V1 and his “it’s like a forcefield!” line, Vine’s comment about extending his aura, the shield grenades he used in V8, and just his general tendency to leap in front of people using his shield or body to protect people.

So, to me, this would be a bit of an odd choice for Oscar’s semblance and just make the existing overlap between Jaune and Oscar’s progression as characters more confused. Do you think I have the right idea with the theming of Oscar’s semblance? Or do you think it’ll come from a different place altogether?

Hi!

It is very difficult to say, cause there could really be many things that fit Oscar.

I agree about both Ruby and Oscar ending up having elements of both creation and destruction, as they are two philosophical children.

When it comes to Oscar's semblance, I think it will be worth the wait, since:

It will appear toward the end and there won't be time to slowly develop it, like Blake, Weiss or Ruby's

Ruby kind of told us so tbh, as she said when Oscar gets a semblance "everyone will be jealous" ;)

I think most semblances tie with the characters' allusions too:

Ruby is super fast cause she is Little Red Riding Hood, so she rides

Weiss's glyphs allude to the Snow Queen fairy tail, but progressively become more Snowhite-like (her summons are characters in Snow-White)

Blake's shadow is symbolic of the beast, as in jungian terms the shadow is also called inner beast

Yang's power has her become too hot, with her hair catching fire, like Goldilock

Jaune gives his aura (his spirit) to others to heal them (he makes miracles), which ties with his Jeanne d'Arc allusion (I agree with the fact he will become a barrier warrior to an extent btw)

And so on...

So, tbh the majority of ideas for Oscar's semblance seem to tie into this theme:

Some theory think his power will tie with time, as time is a recurring motif for him and Ozpin

Other theories (I think this one is @misstrashchan ) instead think he will get the ability to make an astral projection of himself, in a tie in to the Little Prince (the little prince dies, so he leaves his body behind). This could also be used to separate his own soul from Ozpin's

These are my two preferred theories, but again it is impossible to say for sure. I don't think there is much foreshadowing as to what Oscar's semblance will be, differently from Jaune's.

Thank you for the ask!

[thelyingjoke]

what are your thoughts on pregame kokichi?

this took a long time to answer sorry!!! i start getting Busy around this time (school my nemesis.......) but this ask is interesting enough that i can use my remaining free time to answer it! thank you!!!!!!

now a thing like this is something i personally can have a bit of trouble with—that is, making up a personality for a character that doesn't have one. when i have something to go off of in canon i can run with it all day and come up with so many things...but i need that little prompt to start with, and if there's nothing, i can't really think of anything. so for a Longgggggg while i've kept my hands mostly Away from the pregame characters, since most of them have so little about them i just couldn't think of anything that would satisfy me. but more recently, maybe like. a few months after i rewatched v3 last year, i started to think about them a little more...and now i think i can answer this question kind of!!!

pregame kokichi is a hard one considering he's one of the many that has like. 1-2 lines that don't say much at all about his character. like the most he has is this

and really Nothing Else of note. but after thinking on it it says A Lot.

already you get from it a guy who is Helpful and looks out for others, even in a situation where it might be dangerous! both caring and also maybe does not have a good sense of self-preservation...but not like, nervous or cowering at all. so, that's a start!!! though there's also a bit i wanna get into in order to elaborate more on what else i think about him (i anticipate this will get Long so. i will put the cut here)

yeah anyway the thing that made me Really start thinking about the pregame characters was the full realization of kaede and shuichi being like...basically the same, just kaede being a little more snappy. and i mean, i knew this the whole time, but i never put too much thought into it because like—yeah they're still the same guys that makes sense. (and i was in major denial about the ending at first haha)

but actually thinking about it it kinda intrigued me. of course they'd be like that. sure they were given different memories, but there's only so much that that can really change about a person, you know? like...there's the assumption i'd have had that they directly tweaked the personality alongside the memories, but honestly i don't think they did. i mean, of course, the memories do influence the personalities—some more than others—but that's as much as i'd imagine they'd have done in terms of personality-changing. they didn't do it directly.

it's like nature vs nurture, kind of. your memories make up a large portion of who you are and how you act, but they're not everything. there are certain things that are just inherent to certain people. two different people given the exact same memories would likely act similar, but ultimately there would be differences, because they're two separate, unique people, with their own quirks and preferences.

and for how the characters were made, i do believe that their backstories and intended personalities were based on their original personalities (whether you believe tsumugi was lying about the audition videos, and i do lean towards her lying, i don't quite think she was lying about getting a flash of inspiration from shuichi's nervousness, that part makes sense to me). kaede is just pregame kaede without the cynicism—because she's given a happier life prior to everything. i think parts of them leak in throughout the game that were not necessarily intended by tsumugi...just because those traits are part of Who They Are, and the memories can't change that. these might be obvious thoughts to have but i felt like talking about them haha

it's hard to say what those traits might be, since we see so little of them, and we don't know what exactly tsumugi would have intended, but you could perhaps guess...maybe kaede's temper? and well. i was going to have a ramble about my ch1 murder theories but i was having trouble wording it and realized that was Really off topic so i will move on

ANYWAY the reason i think this all has to do with kokichi: his pregame personality likely inspired some of ingame personality, so my thoughts on what parts...i think perhaps his Playfulness. i mean, a guy with a hairstyle like That has gotta be down for all kinds of fun and games. so i guess i see him as a playful little guy who wants to help others and maybe doesn't have the best survival instincts/views of self-importance...........

(sorrySorry i just recently read a 5 year old dr/woy crossover fic with kokichi and i haven't been normal since. it was so ridiculous too bad the author orphaned it they were kinda cooking...kokichi and wander are similar you're so right...wish i could talk to them about it SORRY I'LL GET BACK ON TOPIC!!!!!)

in all Seriousness though. i think that that small line has such a big influence on how he acts ingame. of course he's not nearly as willing to throw himself into danger for the others' sake...but i think that Care, that Desire to Help them still lingers, just under whatever backstory gave him those trust issues so he's not as Open about it. and the self-sacrificial nature i Mean...chapter 5. and it's how he kind of 'breaks character'. if you get me? i'm not sure if i'm explaining right...doesn't help i have to do it in increments between Other Things haha

i don't really know if i have an overall point to this but Yeah that's how i see pregame kokichi. i don't have much other thoughts though :( Do you want me to check on what's happening is all i really have to work with...i've seen people talk about him being a student council president and i like that thought. but nothing too concrete, pregame kokichi enjoyers tell me what you think about him i would love to hear what you have because i. do not have much! everyday crying at the lack of information so many things have

[sereisstuff]

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 || two

- Life is no longer the same since the sully family have arrived on the metkayina lands, will this be a new beginning or an ending.

Warnings - slight angst.

Word count - 4.5K

This took me so long to write and it doesn’t even make sense because my brain isn't clicking, it may seem rushed. so I know this is gonna flop hard, it’s triggered my creative juices though so I will be writing more for neteyam and Lo’ak, Ao’nung as well.

There had been many eclipses since the Sully family arrived on the Metkayina lands, many lessons had been taught and friendships were blossoming. Aonung had once promised you he'd have nothing to do with the Sully children after teaching them, yet you saw the façade he carried with those words. Aonung was the most stubborn of you three, but even he caved into building relationships with the Omaticaya children. Slowly but surely, he was adjusting to them.

“Gotcha” you shouted, surprising Tuk. You had spent the day with the youngest of the Sully family, tasked by your father with sharing knowledge about the Ilu to her. You weren’t complaining, preferring her childish behavior over the constant pestering from Aonung about the sully brothers.

“This isn’t fair, you catch me every time” Tuk cried from her spot, her green eyes sparkling with disbelief. She chose to hide behind the saddle stand which didn’t really do well to hide her.

She was energetic as you expected, always bouncing around, always ready for a new adventure. In some way she reminded you of yourself as a child, her bright innocent eyes glistened with wanderlust, something more than what she was permitted to do.

You knew better than to let her roam around alone, so you did your best to keep her safe and entertained.

“Don’t worry little one, I’m sure you’ll grow to be a stealthy warrior one day” You replied, lowering your body to her height.

“You really think so?” Tuk’tirey gleamed with happiness, she’d always watched her mother with adoration, a fierce warrior in the omaticaya clan, and wished she’d grow to be the same.

This was the only reason why she was so persistent in joining her brothers and sister in their own endeavors, even when she wasn’t supposed to. After all, Tuk’tirey was eager for adventure.

You responded with a curt nod, reassuring the young girl, “I do not think, I know you will be” your voice was filled with assurance, engulfing her in a soft hug.

“Now come on, lessons are over now for you and I’m sure your mother would be worried if you do not return home before the eclipse” you let her go from your reassuring embrace, twirling a piece of her braid between your fingers. Tuk complied, surprising you when she reached for your hand, holding it in her own without question. Advancing both of you towards the sully family's marui pod.

“What is it with you and my brother? '' Tuk asked curiously as she continued dragging you.

You frowned upon hearing this, “what is what, tuk?” You responded, eager to hear what she thought.

“You are all he talks about, he used to be with me and the others but he spends his time following you around now” she laughed, her giggles were contagious causing you to sniffle.

“I apologise Tuk, I don’t mean to take your brother away” Tuk shrugged her shoulders, looking up at you with adoration. Her large eyes peered into your own “it isn’t that, we are grateful” she giddily spoke “it would be great to have another sister,”

From afar, the others had just arrived back on their ilu’s, another day of lessons and laughter filled their hearts but Neteyam couldn’t think properly. His own beating chest craving for something, someone, which made it hard for him to focus.

The sole reason why he enjoyed the lessons was because of you, the girl he’d spend time with star gazing into the dead of night, speaking nothing but the truth and concealing each other’s secrets with an oath of protection. It was almost like a devotion to each other and he was wholeheartedly dedicated to preserving it.

The scene before him brought out a smile on his lips, his pearly canines on full display watching Tuk’tirey pull you eagerly towards their marui, as the eldest brother this made his heart soar, doting at the sight.

He steadily jumped off his ilu, ignoring the questions flying from his brother's mouth, Lo’ak had been pushing his limits recently, although Neteyam never held anything against his younger brother, he still used it as an excuse to throw his attention to you.

Jake sully knew there was something brewing in the shadows of feelings between his son and the youngest daughter of the olo’eyktan so he could not blame him for the mistakes that Lo’ak would make.

The connection you both made not once faltered from his mind, he thought about it often and knew you’d do the same.

“You remember how to breathe” you quizzed, voice calm and soft as you guided neteyams hand back to his stomach. The beaming planet of light was close to parading you all underneath another cold night, nearing dusk you and Neteyam floated within the tides. A shell in hand while the other was being held within neteyams grasp, against his torso.

He hummed, nodding his head in focus. “I remember,” came his response. Neteyam held your hand firmly against his abdomen, not once making an attempt to move it from the place he held it.

You were nervous, hiding the scattered shivers of your body in a horrid attempt to appease your dignity “okay, good. You see this shell here?-“ you raised your hand out of the water, showcasing the glimmering shell in between your fingers. You awaited his answer, watching as his doe eyes settled on the shell with a curt nod.

“I’m going to throw it and I want you to retrieve it” you ordered, firm but with a hint of kindness in it. Neteyam was eager to showcase how much he’s learnt.

“that also means you have to let my hand go”

Neteyam was aware of his actions, wanting to hold you for a moment longer. Your presence bought a sense of calm tides to his raging waters, a solemn promise of unspoken words that granted him a sense of freedom. It was both confusing but also as if it was by fate; he felt you were unlike the others, your entirety affecting his own in more ways than one and it was out of his control and in the hands of Eywa.

He said nothing, letting his fingers graze against your skin one last time. So slowly it was agonising, you pulled back the shudder that began to form.

You readied your aim, throwing the shell into the depths of the sea, watching as the tides took hold of their claim, tugging on the object and pulling it below. Neteyam took no time debating his actions, stealing one last breath before pummeling himself beneath the water.

A few minutes passed by and his silhouette had yet to make an appearance, you knew he’d come back up. He wasn’t one to give up so easily.

Neteyam popped back from beneath the sea, hand raised in the air with a beaming smile “found it”

You grabbed his cheeks out of happiness, screeching in delight “you did it, Neteyam. You really did it” you were beyond proud, heart soaring with colourful emotions.

Neteyams cheeks grew at the sight, his chest heaving from the lack of air but he truly felt accomplished seeing your reaction.

“Did I pass your test?” He asked, eyes wide in inquisition. Your head bobbed in response, “you did more than that, I’m so proud of you” you released, without a second thought you pulled his head down between your palms, resting your lips on the bow of his braids in a tender kiss.

Neteyams eyes lowered, shadowed, his hand making its way to curl around your wrist and when you noticed what you had done, you felt your confidence sway. Those same nerve wrecking shivers return, reminding you of what you felt prior to this.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ Neteyam shook his head, “don’t say sorry” he demanded, eyes not once leaving your face as you tried to conceal the contortion of distress plaguing your features.

“Don’t apologise for that,” he retorted, “do I get another if I do it again” he asked, lightening the mood but it only earned him a slap on the side of his head “you are unbelievable”

Neteyam hurled in fits of giggles when you pushed his head under the water, before you could swim away, his hand wrapped around your foot tugging you to his side.

Your head was immersed in the tides, as you looked around clearing your line of sight, beneath the surface neteyam’s skin glowed in dots of bioluminescence making it easier for you to see him. He grabbed you by your waist causing you to shriek under the water, immediately calming down remembering whoms hand engulfed you.

He pulled a piece of your braid, twirling it between his fingers. The moment felt blissful and your heavy surroundings helped cover your nervousness. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch as he dragged a single finger down the side of your face.

“Can I?” He signed, in the heat of the moment. You nodded, granting him consent and with that; neteyam leaned in, lips softly touching your own in a longing embrace. Emerged and one with the sea, with eywa you connected.

Your hands grabbed the back of his neck, until you felt his braids on your own. Holding him as if he was a fickle part of your imagination, delicately nuzzling your fingers in his hair. As you shared breaths beneath the covers of Eywas gifts to the people, you did not want to leave his embrace.

With that night you both left, keeping the words you shared as something unspoken. You couldn’t bring yourself to mention the happenings again, pushing them below an unreachable surface but Neteyam didn’t. His longing stares and attempts to woo you did not go unnoticed. He’d be by your side, sharing his plate during the communal feast, gifting you with new pieces for your braids. Tending to your pain when you had no one to share your feelings with.

As you made your way out of the sully marui pod, Tuks words stuck in your mind, you found your path already filled with another’s presence, judging from the sway of his thin tail and the shade of blue, you knew it was Neteyam. The tall boy peered down at you with a toothy grin, his head adjusting slightly down towards your shorter stature.

You couldn’t help but feel the heat in your cheeks burn against your skin from his strong gaze, you remained ignorant to your feelings, pushing them aside for the greater good of your nature.

“Neteyam” you greeted faintly, standing firm in your place. Over time you grew to enjoy his companionship, yearning for his presence during your solitude, it seems as though for the first time since your heart had been broken, it finally chose someone to piece it back together.

“Eywa’s little helper” he addressed, granting you a subtle bow of his head. You couldn’t help but shift around in your spot.

Avoiding his gaze for a slight while.

“Why so sheepish?” Neteyam sniffled, teasing you to no end. He knew you were a person who valued her connection with eywa over people, when you explained this to him everything clicked in place. Why you were often quiet, saying very few words and placing reason over your inability to converse properly at times. You were shy.

You shoved him playfully “why are you always so questioning?” You asked, your eyebrow bone rose. Neteyam peered back at you.

“I wouldn’t be a mighty warrior if I wasn’t curious” he countered, arms crossed over his puffed chest, full of pride. You knew it was all an act and withdrew from laughing.

“It will be the death of you, a mighty warrior does better knowing rather than wondering” you admitted.

Neteyam could only hope that wasn’t his fate, not before he’d do something that he’d carry with him into the embrace of his ancestors. He grinned, gazing into your cerulean eyes but was once again disappointed when you averted his line of sight. He couldn’t help but feel the happiness drain from him, it truly felt as if fate despised him when it came to you.

You lightly grabbed his shoulder in between your fingers, your soft palm grazing across his skin nearing his neck. Neteyam snapped out of his trance feeling your touch.

“Are you okay? you lost focus a bit there” you asked in concern, from the beginning you’d placed your boundaries with him, shoulders only. His touch stung your palms and palpated the core of your chest, his skin against yours sent the lortsyal inside your stomach into a panicked frenzy. Although you shared a connection in front of Eywa, you could not bring yourself to admit it.

But you were genuinely worried “I’m okay, do not worry yourself,” he expressed, thankful for your caring nature. No matter what you did, every trait you had, neteyam could never find a reason to not further his feelings for you.

“You mustn’t lose focus if you’re to be a mighty warrior Neteyam,” you scolded him, missing the glimmer in his eyes, “Eywa’s little helper always looking out for me,” Neteyam returned with his usual teasing tone, he leaned down. Hands behind his back with a scrutinising look.

“Whatever,” you huffed, the echo of footsteps caused your ears to shift. Distracting you from the close proximity that neteyam induced between you both.

Tuk observed you both, smiling to herself.

“Bro, you totally ignored me back there” Lo’ak confessed with disbelief, Kiri not following to far behind him. she shot you a smile and a frantic wave of her five fingered hand.

“I’d ignore you too” kiris mellow voice acknowledged her eldest brother's choice, appearing by his side. The eldest of the sully family, starred up from beneath his brows, sending daggers to his youngest brother.

Every time he’d get close to you it seemed either Lo’ak or Aonung would ruin his advances toward you, you both had a solid foundation of friendship now. Spending endless nights together and early mornings, yet, it still didn’t seem to satiate his desires. He felt pulled for more, there was something else that he had to uncover about his feelings.

But when he’d finally get you to speak to him, not under the eclipse but instead when the sun shone and the sky was shaded blue, one of the two morons would completely ruin his chances.

While the brothers spoke, you hurried off, Neteyam granted you a knowing look of comfort but you once again ignored it. You could do without a look of pity, you anxiously approached your stoic mother who stood just before the entrance of your own Marui pod. The dissatisfied look on her face spoke before she could utter a word.

“Your father tasked you with teaching the young sully girl about Ilu. Why am I hearing that you were with the eldest boy instead.” She asked, towering over you. Her large orbs didn’t help decrease your fear, your mother was a fierce woman and her eyes played a big part in it.

“I did mother, Tuk’tirey is a quick learner and I had only just spoken to him” straight to the point, your mother would accept nothing less.

She huffed “Tuk’tirey is a child who should not be controlling your decisions nor should the Sullys eldest son for the matter, your path is clear yet you steer off into a different direction as if you cannot see”

You wanted to fight back, stand your ground but what came out of your mouth could only be heard by the insects “I done what was asked”

A sigh escaped her lips, she wasn’t displeased by your presence. She was your mother and she cared deeply for you but you had responsibilities to attend to and she would make sure your focus was on that.

“And you will continue doing what is asked, you have responsibility to this clan that you must carry.” She continued, you could only take her scolding with your head bowed in shame.

“I know you are burdened by this, but you are chosen for a good reason. Eywa would not have honored you if you were not fit for it, now go. Lessons are to be taught and the day is fleeting” she assured with a hint of compassion seeping through her tone.

You bowed your head in shame, nothing brought you more pity than the gaze of disappointment from your own family “yes, mother”

You left the marui pod with a bashful display of emotions coaxing your face. You had let the distractions of the sully family take you away from your teachings, prioritise what was needed over what was wanted.

Yet, you didn’t know what you wanted right now. Your heart beat furiously at the sight of the eldest sully son, your hands grew clammy but your soul felt at peace. It was a feeling you could not unravel but it was causing distractions. You felt torn between two worlds, one where you wanted to be free, to pursue companionship and the other was to your people.

As your pace slowed and your heart settled, you made your way to the reef, sitting on top of the rocks in anguish.

Neteyam approached your dishevelled figure, slowly pacing himself towards you with a fellow feeling, he knew that look all too well and couldn’t help but follow you the moment he saw it. His heart curled at the sight, throat tight to suppress the anger he felt.

“Go away” you strongly spoke aloud, your ears perked up but your body did not. His steps were faint and he could feel a sense of pride swell in his chest at your sense of hearing, a skill.

Neteyam claimed his spot beside you. You could only huff and roll your eyes at the sight, it wasn’t his fault for what you’ve done. It was your own for letting the distractions of a fickle sense of adoration cloud you from your responsibilities.

“What’s wrong?” He quirked,

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Neteyam. It is my own to carry” you paused, slightly agitated from the conversation you just endured. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at anyone, not even your own mother. You could only blame yourself for being such a fool.

“You don’t have to carry this alone, I know what it’s like to feel burdened by these roles,” his voice low and accent thick, his eyes darkened at the sight of your dejection.

“But I do, I must carry this alone. It’s not your fault but I cannot be beside you anymore, it was a mistake to think I could carry this responsibility and be happy, if my mother sees you here she will have my throat” you couldn’t look at him, feeling a single snap in the chords of your heart. Your soul was no longer at peace.

“Kehe” Neteyam muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disapproval “if you think saying that will make me leave, you’re wrong. If your mother is to have your throat she can have mine as well, I will not leave you not like this”

You shook off the feeling, wanting to avoid the topic. You did not have time to be fooling around, this you knew. The moments you had with neteyam were dearly held in your heart, he slithered you out of your shell and aided your willingness to be more open.

You were torn, haven’t you given enough already.

Neteyam reached for your hand, Entangling his fingers between your own “I trust you, you can trust me” he spoke ever so softly.

You looked up at him, the sorrow in your eyes broke through the facade you carried. The shield you placed before you cracked and displayed the great hurt you carried.

“I feel like no matter what I do, it’ll never be enough. I do not deserve such an honourable rank. I'm not fit for it, I want to be free. I want to roam the ocean and enjoy the gifts of Eywa but I cannot and I have no choice. It’s almost like I have to reject every ounce of myself in order to fulfil the role I was given. I’ll never be truly seen unless I deny every fibre of my being.” Your cries were silent but the tears that flew down your cheeks, like fine silk spoke otherwise.

Neteyam nodded his head in understanding, surveying your bodily expression, not once inching away from you, he held you with utter care and his sweet adoring smile had yet to make an appearance.

“You have a strong heart,” Neteyam finally spoke, his head tilted back with truth.

“I know it is hard, this responsibility. But you are not unworthy of it. You care so deeply for your surroundings, for the children, for me. You do what is asked even if it’s something you cannot understand, you think being you is different from being a leader but you are wrong. You have everything a leader is and what makes them. Your mother might believe you need to shed yourself to be worthy but I don’t. I believe you’re worthy of it all” he expressed, holding tight on your hand as he placed another on your cheek.

Neteyam found it hard to express and comfort people but he felt no need to restrain himself from comforting you, it came naturally. He couldn’t bear seeing you in such a state that holding himself back from shouting blasphemous words to protect you was lenient. His main focus was you and for once in his life, he finally understood why Eywa brought you two together.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, only your intertwined hands stole your attention. Neteyam gently caressed beneath your chin, tilting it up to meet his before he searched your orbs once again. The tear-filled ducks were no longer full of your sorrow, you could only pity your state but Neteyam frowned upon the broken walls before him.

“Even if no one sees you, I see you, Renaia.” Neteyam admitted, biting the inside of his cheek, his eyes scrunched painfully but his body reached for yours with longing.

Your tears were no longer evident as you grasped his face in your own palms. Neteyam responded with a sweet bountiful smile, his heart pounding against his chest.

“Neteyam” you utter in hushed breaths, barely crossing the barrier of silence but he heard, his ears peeking up.

“You’re the only one I have eyes on, it’s always been that way the moment we arrived.” His husky voice displayed honesty, Neteyam leaned into you. Forehead to forehead.

You grasped a newfound hope, placing a hand over the skin of his chest in an attempt to mirror his actions “I see you, Neteyam but it would bring me great shame if I was too bring you embarrassment”

He scoffed “shame? You bring me nothing but pride and I’d be honoured to have you as mine for the rest of our lives.”

From the start Eywa has been trying to show you that Neteyam was for you. As you were for him but you were clouded by your gifts, responsibilities and the weight of the village that you did not see the connection.

Neteyam shivered, closing his eyes to truly take in your warmth, your acceptance “You’ve had my heart for a long time Renaia” you couldn't control the sniffles of your cries, molded into happiness. The eldest sully son held you against his chest.

“I will always protect your heart, Yawne.” he promised, bringing you into his hold where he secured you beneath him.

In that moment two become one, the barriers of friendship crumbled and solidified something more than the eyes can see. If your mother was to kill you, so be it, Neteyam would die beside you and this he knew.

…………………

I very much hate this, I’m not even kidding I despise this piece of work and can only hope some form of enjoyment came from it. I will be writing for aonung, Lo’ak and our golden boy neteyam again but I’ve been thinking of other writings that are far different from this, I tend to have knack for writing long stories, making a part two and then the part two being my worst pieces of work.

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[shmistarkiller]

So since it's been a few weeks since I first watched The Acolyte, I feel like I've managed to gather my thoughts about what I think some bits from s1 were hinting at wrt Qimir's backstory. This is just what I think, I really never expect anyone to agree with anything I say lol.

Obviously we know Vernestra was his master, and that she somehow ended up betraying him, using her saber-whip to carve that gnarly scar up his back.

I think where I probably differ from most if not all other viewers is, I'm of the opinion Qimir was actually fairly young when it happened. Like, younger than a teenager even.

The whole thing with him building the cortosis helmet based on the sensory deprivation ones younglings use. I guess that might not necessarily mean anything, but it would make sense to me that he'd more likely be inspired by it if he'd been abandoned closer to the age when they would be using it. He uses cortosis specifically to keep other force users out of his head, his former master by far who he most wants to keep from reading his thoughts. The fact that he reacts like a little kid being caught by their parent when Vernestra senses him again on Brendok could be a trauma response, him reverting to the last time she was in his mind. He keeps the magic helmet of protection on for the rest of the time until they leave Brendok and he's safely far away from the cause of his fear.

Osha saying she never heard of him? What if it's because Vernestra dispatched of her little youngling padawan not long after the beginning of his training? The loss of a youngling who hadn't been with the Order for very long would be a lot easier to cover up than one of the older padawans. Create some story of a tragic accident to be documented in the official records, Jedi are supposed to be all too-bad-so-sad-but-no-attachments anyway, so it goes completely unquestioned.

So then, what the hell did Vernestra see a small child do that led her to think leaving him for dead at her own hands was a reasonable reaction? She gets echoes from the force of the combat & slaughter that happened on Khofar and it's very clear she senses something familiar. It could just be that she's sensing the presence of her long lost padawan by itself, but it would be real gnarly if this is something she's seen quite literally before. I'm not saying fetus!Qimir managed to kill a bunch of people in the same way that adult!Mr. Stranger did .. but I'm not *not* saying that either.

I think it builds a stronger case for the kinship he feels toward Osha (and maybe initially with Mae as well). The twins were 8 years old when their personal life tragedy struck, so I can see him connecting more strongly with Mae's story if he too had been of a similar age when his own personal life tragedy occurred. Extra reason why he'd feel so much more in common with Osha, how much he recognizes himself in her.

Idk how deep I wanna dip my toes in on the Plagueis stuff, but if I can get back on my Ben Solo bullshit for a second, it wouldn't surprise me if old Muun-man Plagueis was whispering in little boy Qimir's ear. And Vernestra, rather than actually try to save an innocent child, would instead cut her losses, viewing him as a liability/lost cause already practically fallen to the dark side. We know The Acolyte doesn't shy away from citing the inspiration it took from TLJ, so I can easily see "You failed him by thinking his choice was made. It wasn't." applying here as well.

(And maybe the irony there is that Luke having attachment to his nephew is what kept him from attempting to murder Ben until he was at least a grownass adult. Whereas Vernestra who lives in the height of the Jedi Order's power would definitely be less inclined to preserve the life of a literal child if she thought they could prove to be an eventual threat to the status quo she prefers. Either way, a foregone conclusion. You treat a child like they're a monster, guess what they grow up to be.)

EDIT (09/07/24): Can't believe I forgot this one. The way Qimir is so callous about killing Jecki. Sol says she was a child, and his response just comes off very "yeah, so what, so was I (when I was left for dead)". Qimir seems convinced Jedi masters leading their padawans to their potential/inevitable death is definitely just A Thing™ that happens.

Some extra quibbling with ideas I just rather disagree with ..

I've seen others theorize that Qimir could actually be older than he looks and that it's Plagueis feeding him whatever that ability is to stay young/immortal, but I personally can't really think of any actual reason why that would be the case. His line about having been a Jedi a long time ago is pretty vague, so while it could apply, I'm not particularly swayed by it being proof of this theory.

I guess the other thing is people think he and Sol grew up together and were padawans at the same time? Which ties back into the idea of him being older than he looks, but again, there's nothing particularly convincing me of that idea either. When Qimir shows up masked and goes, "You don't remember me?" And Sol replies, "I do sense something familiar." To me that came off as taunting that none of them caught on when he was pretending to be the apothecary. (If anything, I initially for whatever reason thought the "You?" "Surprise!" exchange between Yord & Qimir was hinting to the idea that they'd known each other, until I remembered the aforementioned bit about Qimir's messy girl apothecary charade.)

Vernestra mentioning that she remembered Sol as a shy little padawan, and having been Qimir's master seems to be another reason for the prior two theories. But to me that ignores the possibility that Vernestra herself could also have been a child when she first met Sol. It's less clear to me since she's a humanoid non-human SW species, for all we know she could be the one who's way older than she looks because of that. And if she was already an adult and knew both Sol & Qimir as children, that still doesn't mean that was at the same time.

Okay. I think that's everything. (And if it's not I'll quietly come back and slip in whatever relevant edits I'll want to add in.)

[midnight-glasses]

Can you write headcanons about the characteristics of Carla's girl in terms of appearance, demeanor, etc.?

Of course, I can do that! However, I also plan to create headcanons for Shin, as I want to maintain a sense of balance between the two characters.

Also... I'm assuming you were referring to the “Carla's girl” as if it were something related to the type of girl he considers ideal for a relationship. If I'm mistaken, please send me another message with more specific details. I struggle with text interpretation, context, and often irony. I hope you have fun!

— Carla Tsukinami:

1. Appearance:

In general, Carla is intrigued and often attracted to the particular and unique beauty of each woman. He doesn't see the point in standardizing and limiting himself to a single type of woman, even if he doesn't have a preference for a specific body type or facial feature. However, he certainly finds charm in the combination of distinctive features and an enigmatic aura, someone who sparks curiosity or gives him the sensation of unraveling a puzzle.

On the other hand, Carla would also appreciate a woman with a sculptural silhouette, elegant curves, or a confident posture. She would be attracted to someone who exudes a powerful and sophisticated presence, both physically and in her expression.

Carla's preference for women with wide hips is rooted in an instinctual desire to ensure the survival and well-being of his race. As a First Blood with a deep sense of duty towards his kind, he prioritizes the continuation and preservation of his lineage. In his mind, women with wider hips symbolize the potential for healthy childbirth and the ability to bear strong and resilient offspring.

While Carla may not openly discuss or acknowledge this preference, it influences his subconscious attraction towards women with wider hips. He may find himself instinctively drawn to their physical features, perceiving them as more suitable partners for fulfilling his race's future.

In my opinion, this preference does not define Carla's entire perspective on attraction or relationships. It is just one aspect of his sense of responsibility towards his lineage and race. Ultimately, the connection with a woman would go beyond physical attributes and encompass a myriad of factors, including intelligence, strength, and compatibility.

He also would be enchanted by a woman with deep and intense eyes that can reveal her own complexity. He would be attracted to eyes that convey mystery, wisdom, and a spark of challenge.

Carla values attention to detail and may notice a woman's hands and nails. He finds well-manicured hands with neatly trimmed nails to be an attractive feature, signifying elegance and sophistication.

2. Demeanor:

Carla would be attracted to a girl who is exceptionally intelligent and insightful. He would value a partner who can keep up with his intellectual conversations and challenge his mind with profound insights and well-founded arguments.

He would appreciate a girl who demonstrates resilience in the face of adversity and possesses unwavering inner strength. Carla would be drawn to someone who can withstand his mind games, someone who can hold firm to their own identity.

Carla would be captivated by a girl who exhibits courage and can face challenging situations with calm and control. Carla would value someone who can maintain composure in moments of danger and is not easily intimidated.

While Carla possesses a cruel and sadistic nature, he might be attracted to a girl who can comprehend and accept those aspects of him. Someone who is not frightened or repelled by his darkness but can see beyond it and discover the complexity of his personality.

Carla respects individuals who display strong willpower and determination. A potential partner who possesses unwavering resolve, especially when facing challenges or defying his orders, would earn his admiration. Their refusal to succumb to his cruelty could potentially intrigue him even more.

Carla holds a certain level of pride as a First Blood, and he would appreciate a partner who possesses influence and charisma. Someone who can sway others to their cause or inspire loyalty would impress him.

He would be captivated by a woman with disciplined fire, someone who can harness their emotions and desires to achieve their goals without being consumed by them. He would value her ability to maintain composure and channel her passion into focused actions.

3. Skills and Talents:

Carla would appreciate a woman with a keen sense of strategy and tactical thinking. He would be attracted to someone who can analyze complex situations, devise intricate plans, and anticipate their opponents' moves, providing valuable insights for their shared endeavors.

He would appreciate a woman with exceptional artistic talents. Whether it's painting, music, or any other artistic medium, he would be intrigued by her ability to express herself creatively.

Carla would appreciate a partner who thinks outside the box and brings unique perspectives to the table. The ability to come up with unconventional solutions to problems, challenge established norms, and surprise him with her creativity would capture his interest. A partner who can offer fresh ideas and innovative approaches would be highly valued by him.

Given Carla's sadistic and manipulative tendencies, he would value a partner who possesses a strong will and resistance to mental manipulation. Someone who can see through his mind games, maintain their own identity, and resist his attempts to break them emotionally would both intrigue and challenge him.

Carla, being an individual of high intelligence and reason, values intellectual stimulation. He finds solace and entertainment in the world of literature, particularly in the classic works of human authors. Therefore, he would appreciate a partner who shares his passion for literature as it would provide them with common ground for engaging conversations and discussions.

Carla's appreciation for literature may be influenced by his confinement in Bandamen and the time he had to indulge in this pastime. Additionally, the specific works and authors he prefers within the realm of classic literature may vary, depending on the narrative and context.

4. Principles and Values:

Carla harbors a thirst for revenge regarding the destruction of his kind and blames Karlheinz for it. He would appreciate a woman who shares his sense of justice and strives for equity. Someone who is willing to fight for just causes and defend what they believe to be right.

While it may be difficult for Carla to display empathy and compassion, he would appreciate a partner who possesses these qualities. Someone who can understand and care about the emotions and experiences of others, even if he himself may struggle to fully express these feelings.

Carla values honesty and expects his partner to be a person of integrity who follows their principles and is truthful in their actions and words.

He values trust as a fundamental aspect of any relationship. He seeks a partner who is reliable and can be trusted to keep their word and maintain confidentiality.

Carla respects individuals who possess a strong sense of independence and autonomy. He would appreciate a woman who can stand on her own and make decisions with confidence, without relying excessively on others.

He is drawn to individuals who can display both strength and vulnerability. He would be intrigued by a woman who can exhibit strength and independence, but also be open to showing her vulnerable side when necessary.

— Shin Tsukinami:

1. Appearance:

Shin is attracted to a feminine figure with pronounced curves, as opposed to Carla, Shin is more visually oriented when it comes to body and appearance. He likes curves, such as well-proportioned breasts and a defined waist. He values a sensual and voluptuous appearance.

He may prefer a girl with average or slightly shorter height. He may be drawn to a more delicate and selective appearance in terms of stature.

Shin may appreciate smooth, pale skin with a natural glow. He may prefer a lighter complexion with few imperfections, giving off a delicate and ethereal look.

He also have a preference for an hourglass figure, where the bust and hips are well-balanced with a defined waist. Shin finds this classic body shape visually appealing and captivating.

Shin may be captivated by eyes that have a mesmerizing quality. He particularly appreciates long, luscious lashes that add depth and allure to a woman's gaze.

Shin appreciates intense eye colors like dark brown or honey, capable of conveying emotion and depth. He enjoys being able to discern what his girl is going through just by looking into her eyes.

2. Demeanor:

Shin is attracted to strength and resilience. His ideal girl would possess an unwavering spirit, unafraid to challenge him and his beliefs. She would have a rebellious streak, never hesitating to speak her mind and stand up to Shin, making their dynamic intense and unpredictable.

While Shin admires strength, he also enjoys exerting dominance. His ideal girlfriend would exhibit a subtle level of submissiveness, allowing him to indulge in his problematic side while maintaining a power dynamic that satisfies his ego.

In other hand, Shin would be drawn to a girlfriend who can assert herself and hold her ground when dealing with him. He would respect a girl who isn't easily intimidated by his violent outbursts or hurtful remarks, but instead, responds with strength and resilience.

Despite his flaws and volatile nature, he craves a deep connection and loyalty. His ideal girl would be a trusted confidante, someone he can rely on and confide in without hesitation. She would be fiercely loyal, supporting him unconditionally and offering guidance when he needs it most.

He wants someone who can see past his dark side and love him for his strengths and weaknesses. Shin desires a partner who will stand by him, offering unwavering support and acceptance.

Shin enjoys pranks and teasing, so his ideal girl would possess a playful sense of humor. She would be able to laugh at herself and appreciate Shin's mischievous nature. However, she would also need to understand his boundaries and not be hurt by his actions, as Shin can sometimes take things too far.

Or perhaps, considering the fact that Shin enjoys surprises and challenges, his ideal girl would have an element of unpredictability. She would keep him on his toes, always bringing something new and exciting to their relationship. Shin is intrigued by the unknown and finds excitement in unraveling his girlfriend's layers.

3. Skills and Talents:

Shin, being a powerful being himself, would appreciate a girlfriend who possesses formidable combat skills. She would be skilled in various forms of combat, capable of holding her own in dangerous situations, and earning Shin's respect through her prowess.

One of the main factors that will make Shin interested in a girl is if she has a way with animals. He has an extensive range of familiars, and he treats them like family. A woman who doesn't respect this is not worthy of capturing his interest. He is particularly attracted to a woman who demonstrates genuine love for animals and has a natural ability to handle them. He values the empathy and understanding that a person has when interacting with his familiars. His potential girlfriend's ability to understand the needs and behaviors of Shin's familiars is a sign of respect and consideration that deeply captivates him.

The animals are silent witnesses to his joys, sorrows, and everything he has been through. Therefore, finding a girl who can relate to and appreciate this important part of his life is something that Shin greatly values.

As someone who aspires to the throne and wishes to prove himself to his older brother, Shin seeks a girl who possesses management and organizational skills. He needs someone who can assist him in managing his personal affairs as well as aiding him in the conquest and governance of the kingdom.

I assume we're following the Dark Fate timeline, so to me, that logic makes sense.

As a descendant of the Ancestor bloodline, Shin values strength and combat abilities. He looks for a girl who is proficient in martial arts or possesses some form of fighting skill, as it reinforces his belief that she is worthy of standing by his side.

4. Principles and Values:

Shin can be dominating and demanding, so he may seek a girl who is self-sufficient and capable of taking care of herself. He wants someone who is not overly dependent on him but can contribute significantly to the relationship.

Although Shin can be manipulative, he can appreciate honesty in a girl. He wants someone who is truthful and straightforward with him, even if it means confronting him or questioning his actions.

Shin admires courage and determination. He seeks a girl who is not afraid to challenge conventions or take risks in pursuit of her goals. He values a partner who is bold enough to face the obstacles that arise in her path.

Shin's trust is not easily earned, but he desires a girl who is trustworthy and dependable. He wants someone who can keep his secrets and stand by his side through thick and thin. He values loyalty and expects his partner to be someone he can rely on.

He seeks a girl who is ambitious and has a strong drive to succeed. He wants someone who is not content with mediocrity but constantly strives for greatness, pushing herself to reach new heights.

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[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

ok, so!! there's also another little thing about luis and the merchant that i haven't seen anyone discuss. in luis' house in the village, you can see a few packages of food (like in the first picture in your post, near the doll; it looks like a tomato soup or something??). and in the merchant's spot near the lake you can see a box of similar packages (not the same though, as far as i remember, but still they're similar, in a sense that it's still some modern food and it looks out of place in this village. it's something we only see in luis's house) sorry i don't have any pictures tho :((

so what im trying to say is that i just love that through these tiny little details we actually get a glimpse of luis's everyday life in valdelobos. i mean, just imagine him taking a boat to go on a little grocery trip to the merchant 😭😭 and it also kind of implies that luis actually knew the merchant and interacted with him somewhat regularly. like, it's not even that big of a detail, but i just love thinking about it 😭

(also don't stress yourself over answering these asks quickly!! there's no rush. i hope you're doing well!!)

Quick TW for discussions of food, starvation and animal death under cut!

@silverhexrt Thank you SO much for being so patient with me for this!!!!!!!! BUT YES YES YES OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO ABSOLUTELY RIGHT I’ve seen people talk about the canisters of food lying around his old childhood home but not NEARLY enough about the fact that those same packets of food are found elsewhere in the game too!!!!! Unfortunately I don’t have a photo on-hand of the exact model you’re talking about near the Merchant, but I do have a photo of one of the packets of tomato soup you were talking about;

Alongside the tomato soup there’s also various spices and I THIIIIIIINK what’s supposed to be a packet of noodles????

Needless to say Luis most likely did NOT have a very good diet during the last of his time spent in Valdelobos HFNUEENEUNDIDMD

And again I don’t have photos of the exact model you’re talking about but!!! YEAH!!!!!!!! You’re absolutely right!!!!!!!!!!!! Luis might’ve hung around the Merchant or even waited by his little corner stand for him to come back with decent food or cigarettes!!!! I doubt Luis would’ve been able to go along with him wherever he went cuz A) I think he would’ve escaped Valdelobos MUCH sooner if that were the case HCNWHENEUSN and B) The Merchant is kind of an enigma. Where’s he getting his stock from?????? Who knows!!!!!!!!!! He’s a mystery man we’ll never get answers for!!!!!!!!

It also makes me wonder WHY he gravitated towards those foods instead of just killing the livestock that hung around the village or eating the fish you can find hanging up on the side of the house. Did he feel bad??? Did he just not know how to effectively kill livestock????? Was he trying to preserve it???????? Or did he have a childhood preference?????? Did his Grandfather or whoever looked after him make him those foods??????? Did HE as a child wander into nearby towns to get those foods??????????????? How did his supply of food get so low????? Was Los Illuminados feeding him and the other scientists he worked with or were they starving them to death and Luis was the only one with a source of food???????????

I also wanna mention a theory a friend of mine @hamartia-grander put together- I’ll link the original post if I can find it but the tl;dr of their idea was ‘Hey! Y’know those yellow bits of paint that are splattered on crates n stuff that indicate there’s items inside in both the main game and Seperate Ways?? What if that was Luis who made them and put the items in to help himself escape later down the line?????’ And I think that paired with your theory that Luis hung around the Merchant for a while makes for a REALLY interesting narrative!!!!!!!

And also I am FAR from the first person to point this out but again. Luis clearly does NOT have a good diet while in Valdelobos. It makes me wonder if that added to the urgency of him trying to get out (I mean obviously but still HD EHENEISN HOW hungry was this guy) and if he DID survive, how would he react to returning to an environment where food is easily accessible???? How would that trauma and instinct to hoard come into play??????? Would he gain any weight as a sign of healing???????? It’s a VERY interesting subject to delve into but obviously one you’ve gotta handle with care

TL;DR is that I think people gloss over WAY too much the just. Straight-up HORROR of Luis’ situation. Like take all the supernatural elements away- this is a man trying his best to not starve to death and succumb to the same infection everyone around him has. He’s got no other scientists (they’re all dead) no other family (MEGA dead) and to me it makes the fact that his first and most important goal is helping the others instead of helping HIMSELF first all the more just. Devastating BDNEJEMSJXJ

Anyways this went SO OFF THE POINT YOU WERE MAKIMG DHENEYENDIDK but OUGH the idea of Luis and the Merchant just hanging out together trying to survive The Horrors best they can is!! SUCH a heart wrenching idea!!!!!! Thank you SO SO SO much for this ask I went INSANE over it clearly HDBEHENEJXNS

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Honestly it may not be your intention or of other people in the conversation but some comments around the sqq light eyes post have really rubbed me off the wrong way. I'm saying this with all the respect in the world and acknowledging your post about how you don't condemn harassment, but even before with the curly haired binghe and overall in danmei fandom it feels overly judgey towards westerners. Like these physical characteristics being a result of "whitewashing" when there's examples of official art or asian artists (the ZeldaCW art you linked) being some of the earliest examples. Most of us don't know Chinese, many don't even speak english and have to rely on MTL. I really appreciate this work you're doing and going to the original source, but I'm not into the gatekeeping tone some people are taking. Like, AHA! I knew this and actually all the people who don't are stupid for regurgitating fanon like it's canon. I'll be honest, there's plenty of fanon I don't like nor agree with, and I also make dumb mistakes myself (it's me, I'm one of the people who'd forgotten the hand scar came from jin lan woops). Sorry if this is too long or overly rambly, also feel free to ignore it. I mostly wanted to share this as a PSA that tone matters, be kind to others, and that preserving canon is not justification to regard people who go with fanon with a high brow. Regards, a non white non asian ESL 3rd world country svsss fan that's been in the fandom for a couple years (I point that out because I've seen way too many times any criticism be attributed to butt hurt white americans).

Thank you for your message!

When I make my posts here, I try my best for a neutral, informative tone, but between neurodivergence and linguistic issues, I’m not always certain exactly how it comes across. Perhaps a bit too blunt, perhaps the academic or formal tone I often use may seem stuck-up… really, I don’t have the best sense of it, though I do try quite hard.

I want to provide information here. This is to provide information for a few types of people: those who wish to maintain canon accuracy, and those who wish to know where an idea might have originated whether or not they care about canon accuracy in their own works.

Some people will hold canon as the most important. Others don’t particularly care. Some prefer fanon. How one interacts with fandom is entirely their own decision. My blog here isn’t trying to tell people they’re wrong. Or tell people that I’m better than they are, or that those who didn’t know something was fanon, or who enjoy fanon, are stupid or otherwise less than those who follow canon.

Fandom is supposed to be fun. I do this because I like analyzing things. Because it might be nice to have a record of details to see where trends came from. Even some things, I haven’t been sure about myself until doing the research, and some I’ve been mistaken on too!

Things can get muddled up. Especially when the wiki is updated with fanon information. It’s not hard for something to be thought of as canon when it isn’t, especially if trying to quickly reference something without reading the book again. No one is better than anyone else for what they do and don’t know about a fictional book.

And when it comes to design choices, there’s no need to jump right to whitewashing. A knee-jerk reaction is common in fandom spaces to anything that may be “problematic,” but sometimes a design is just a design. I only went into more detail on the post regarding LBH’s hair texture because that’s something i have experience with, and it’s not something widely known about that there are differences.

At any rate, there’s no reason to be unkind to others. People should be having fun in fandom. Those who wish to stick to canon should respect those who don’t care to, even if it’s not for you.

My posts are not meant to create a moral judgement against anyone.

If you’re using it for anything but information, then you’re using it the wrong way.

I don’t have the best eye for tone, but I will continue to do my best to maintain neutrality, and informativeness. Everyone who makes conversation on my posts, just because you knew something and others didn’t doesn’t make you better than them. It just means you knew something. Just because you didn’t know something, that doesn’t make you worse— it just means you didn’t know.

Let’s not moralize this sort of thing.

Enjoy the novel, enjoy the adaptations and interpretations that you like.

[sketch-guardian]

Mc being exhausted and mumbling about something during class Lucifer coming into the class to scold them about their grades and Mc just slowly looking at him dead in the eye before saying so bluntly and clearly “if you keep scolding me I’m gonna draw you pregnant I swear to god I will”

Rad + exchange student reactions please and thank you! :)

Well, that's a peculiar ask, but also quite funny😂so I'll do my best to write some good enough headcanons🙈hope you enjoy✨:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH AN EXHAUSTED MC SNAPPING AT LUCIFER AND THREATENING HIM TO DRAW HIM PREGNANT"

DEMYA

Demya is usually quite bored in class, finding theoretical subjects boring, especially how they are explained by some professors, she prefers physical education, because she can release pented up energy, therefore she would understand MC's exhaustion, having them not only a lot of responsibilities, but also seven demons to basically babysit. At Lucifer's scolding towards MC, Demya would huff under her breath, mumbling to herself, she already didn't feel much sympathy for the demon due to his harshness and seriousness, furthermore criticizing her exhausted mate wouldn't work in his favor. Demya would widen her eyes at MC's threat, not expecting them to talk back to Lucifer, considering that many would never dare, so not only she would be proud of her mate, but Demya would also burst out laughing. Demya wouldn't understand exactly what's so bad about being drawn pregnant, since she would like to have an offspring one day, but Lucifer's stunned face would be enough to make her sneer and then whistle pretending nothing happened in case he noticed her. After what happened, outside RAD, Demya would take MC by the arm, congratulating them on their boldness and to make them relax, she would take MC to a restaurant for a bite to eat

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra has the reputation of being quite a delinquent, in the sense that he would occasionally skip class or get into trouble with some other demon student, however he excels quite a bit in different subjects, which would surprise and irritate many professors, not understanding how Domnra does it. Mobim would not approve much of such behavior and would often take notes itself like a good student to try to help Domnra. Domnra, finding Lucifer a bit of a braggart, would make a face seeing him scold MC, it's pretty clear that they're exhausted, so how dare Lucifer judge. MC's reaction would initially shock Domnra, not having foreseen anything of the sort, and disconcerted, even though the little curse doesn't exactly have ears and though MC hadn't said anything dirty, he would place his hands on the sides of Mobim's head, to prevent the little curse from hearing any further. Domnra would hide a faint smirk at MC's threat to Lucifer, sharing a fleeting smug look with Satan, Belphegor, and Mephistopheles in class, serves Lucifer well. After class ends, Domnra would pat MC on the back and offer them to stay in his room for a few hours to rest, letting Lucifer calm down in the meantime

AZUL

Azul is a fairly average student, despite often having his head in the clouds, he excels in subjects that interest him and is rather poor in those that he finds unchallenging. Usually when Azul notices MC exhausted in class, he would send them flying notes with magic, with sappy love messages or dumb puns written on them, however in this case Lucifer would have preceded him, by scolding MC. Azul is a painter and as such he knows the power of artists to create anything, such as drawing someone pregnant, so since he would understand the reference, Azul would burst out giggling and having no sense of self-preservation, he wouldn't care if Lucifer noticed, indeed he would add fuel to the fire, saying that with magic it a pregnancy like that could actually happen. After focusing Lucifer's wrath on himself, moving it away from MC, they would exit together from class, Azul joking that he would actually sketch something like what MC suggested sooner or later. For the hilarity of the situation, Azul's colors would change from light blue to yellow

ZURI

Zuri is a model and diligent student, who always finishes her homework on time and who sometimes had to give some tutoring to the other RAD classmates, which really tested her patience. Zuri is friendly towards Lucifer, in the sense that they have a nice friendship, however that wouldn't mean that she would agree with him on everything, in fact Zuri would consider Lucifer's intervention in class inappropriate, he could have scolded MC once outside the building and in any case, as her beloved, she would have used more tact, considering their tiredness during lessons. Zuri wouldn't be too surprised by MC's outburst, having foreseen that sooner or later they would explode, however she would be slightly concerned by their threat, considering it rather unusual. At that point Zuri would intervene, placing herself between MC and Lucifer, explaining that it was clearly their exhaustion speaking and that perhaps, if he and his brothers knew how to function without bothering MC, then they would perform better in class (ouch-). Still, Zuri would, with a little effort, make MC and Lucifer apologize to each other, taking charge of the situation from then on. Once the class is over, Zuri would offer private lessons for MC to catch up on the information missed in class

ODON

Odon is so ancient that honestly going to RAD is pretty pointless for them, they have a great affinity with magic and even if they discovered something new, Odon would learn it in an instant without making any effort, they only go to class to meet their friends and every now trying to make new ones, despite the difficulties given their reputation, it's a method to socialize. The eye-like creatures would immediately notice MC's predicament, reporting it to Odon, who would curiously watch the scene between Lucifer and MC. Odon is on good terms with Lucifer, they would like to get to know him, but the feeling is not very mutual, being that the demon doesn't trust them, understandable, but it still hurts Odon, if Lucifer were more relaxed, they imagine he would be more inclined to accept them. MC's threat would confuse Odon, not understanding what is so horrible about such drawing, so always with a smile, Odon would comment that even if somewhat unlikely as a phenomenon, they would be sure that pregnant Lucifer would glow, then not understanding his glare towards them. After class, Odon would ask MC if they wanted a ride on their back, given their exhaustion

REMIEL

Remiel is a very curious angel of death, dedicated to learning as much as possible about the world she doesn't know, genuinely interested and eager to be less naive regarding certain topics, in any case she learns quite quickly and has an amazing memory, so Remiel would a good student, without problems, if we don't count some initial comprehension difficulties. Remiel is still getting used to being in the presence of so many living beings, it's likely that she wouldn't be very familiar with Lucifer or the other demon brothers, so she wouldn't have a clear opinion of him. Remiel would tilt her head to the side in confusion at MC's threat towards Lucifer, not understanding the implication or why a drawing of such an imaginative event would upset him, there is a chance that being an innocent but blunt angel, she would ask for explanations from those directly involved, causing an awkward silence, at least for the others, to fall in the classroom. Once the lesson is over, having first sensed MC's tiredness, Remiel would suggest taking a restoring rest, perhaps while caressing their head they could also explain the matter of the drawing to her

NATHANIEL

Nathaniel seems to mind his own business in class, yet he would pay close attention to the space around him, even though he is already aware of many topics covered in class. As an angel of fairly high rank and who, unlike Remiel, was not busy reaping souls and leading them to the afterlife, Nathaniel would know Lucifer and would have remained on cordial terms, however he wouldn't approve of his method of approaching the problem with MC, clearly exhausted. Nathaniel would widen his eyes slightly at MC's outburst, however he would be lying if he said he was surprised, it was inevitable and furthermore he would catch the reference as soon as he heard the intention of drawing Lucifer pregnant, so discreetly, with an indecipherable expression, Nathaniel would show a pair of finger guns to MC, as if to say well done for not having immediately resorted to violence and for the touch of class of having added Father (god) to the threat. After lessons, Nathaniel would suggest doing something to help MC relax, given their exhaustion (Nathaniel can result grouchy when he skips his meditations for example)

URIEL

Uriel works hard in class, however she is a warrior, not a scholar, so studying theory wouldn't be her best, however she would be quite good at history, perhaps because she often ruminates on the past. In any case, the relationship between Uriel and Lucifer would be quite tense, due to the fact that she once looked up to him and now he is a demon, therefore she wouldn't tolerate criticisms made to MC, especially when Lucifer's brothers are the ones to mostly blame for messes. Uriel wouldn't understand what kind of threat would be drawing Lucifer pregnant, however, noticing his stunned face, she would think it implied something filthy and would intervene to stop such heresy immediately, adding not to mention god in vain. Uriel would report that she would take care of MC's situation personally and that Lucifer could be dismissed. After class, Uriel would advise MC to take some time off, because even warriors need to recharge and tomorrow would be another day to recover, also if anyone tried to disturb their rest, then Uriel would be the one to threaten to smite someone

[pandorafallz]

Lest We Rest Upon Our Graves | C11

It took a while before Alma left the makeshift office. She wrote up the report for Max anyway, detailing her avatar’s cause of death, the connection to the circle of ancestors to allow a few Na’vi to look into her memories (without the reasons why, irrelevant) and her subsequent avatar’s death and her experiences of that and the fallout since.

Everything she could think of.

It made burning time quite well, avoiding people and providing for the research quite well in her report and it was quite sizeable as well. Something she hoped would be useful for the future of the Resistance’s Avatar users. Once she passed she was sure she could get Nalin to fill in the blanks; she didn’t intend to take her head monitor off so they’d still get the data without her body.

She did stop once she complied enough files for High Camp, the data was too big for a transfer so they’d have to pick It up. However, her right arm was cramping badly with sharp pains up and down her bones, her other finger massaging the tendons mostly, being careful with how hard and where she pressed her fingers to relieve the tension as she headed away in search of So’lek although took a detour to pick up a fresh icepack for her arm.

She didn’t need to go too far but the sight of Kìoetey and Ri’nela standing with So’lek almost made her turn back around but she bit back her instinct to bail and continued to path towards him, not looking at the Sarentu kids although she noticed when the shift in their body language when she was noticed.

“So’lek, Can I have a word?” She asked. “I’ve updated High Camp on the success of the battle the Na’vi and the resistance have but I’ve got news.”

So’lek’s head tilted though he eyed the two Sarentu briefly. “Privately?”

“Preferably.”

Ri’nela clicked her tongue. “I will talk to Teylan, it will be good to update him on what’s been going on in his absence.” She touched Kìoetey’s arm.

With a lingering look, Kìoetey nodded and followed her away.

Alma led So’lek to the quieter side of the base before she took a slow seat down on an empty weapon’s crate with a heavy sigh.

“What news have you brought me?” So’lek asked as she settled down.

“The man who led the battle at the Hallelujah Mountains, Colonel Quaritch has returned from the dead in the form of an Avatar” Alma stated very bluntly.

What news he had been expecting, it was clear So’lek certainly hadn’t anticipated that. His posture tensed right up, ears pinning down and his tail rose but became motionless as he processed her words. It took a few seconds before he rebooted enough but she sensed his rise of internal rage behind his mask.

“How.”

“Max believes that the RDA used the avatar link-beds to scan the minds of soldiers, Quaritch and his unit, and preserve them as the RDA grew avatar bodies on the trip back to or from Earth. The copied minds were put into the empty bodies.” Alma explained the basis, doing some logical leaps of thought to come to the conclusions given she knew a lot of the link beds given she spent 32 years in them.

So’lek’s tail lashed, his hands tense at his side. “They defy nature with these creatures.”

“Their presence has pushed Jake to go into hiding to preserve the Omatikaya clan, as the unit can slip through Eywa’s defences.” Alma carried on, “My concern isn’t Quaritch’s team, So’lek.”

So’lek refocused back to her intently, lips pressed together. “You believe more dead humans will take on false shells?”

“Specifically, Harding and Mercer. As humans, they’re a threat but… as Avatars, or Recoms, as Max calls them, they’ll become a bigger threat.”

His eyes narrowed but he could understand the threat now. “We cannot let that happen.”

“Harding may know. I want to arrange a meeting with her before her death. She won’t talk to the Na’vi but she might slip up if I talk to her. She and Mercer were here for weeks before coming to the West Frontier.” Her being on drugs might have loosened her lips so she had to take her chances.

“I will talk to the sisters.” He looked very determined as he said this.

Alma nodded, mildly regretting the motion as it made the pain in her head spike a fraction. “Let me know when you’re set.”

So’lek nodded. “Anything else?”

“I’ve asked Max to bring some more medical supplies from High camp if it’s possible. Not sure if they’ll take the trip or not so it’s a wait-and-see. They’ve got a long way to go and lots of RDA dodging to do so I’m not confident they’ll be here fast. If they do.” Alma wasn’t sure. “Maybe they’ll bring another doctor down to help Nalin. She needs some help.”

“We will keep an eye out then.” So’lek didn’t look thrilled but the resistance needed more help and support. Even with High Camp being that far away.

Maybe she’d see, maybe not.

 -

Alma settled back into the quiet corner with the monitor again, briefly going over her prepped data and downloading it onto a newly wiped tablet from their haul and putting a post-it-note on top with: ‘For Dr Max Patel’ on the front and shoved it into the draw.

Her aloneness didn’t last long before… a tall, familiar blue figure seemed to anxiously look in.

“Hello?”

Alma gave him a tired smile, waving him in. “Come in, Teylan.”

He came in, looking uncertain but mostly around than at her as he entered, taking in her little office space with some curiosity but she held his gaze as he finally seemed to find the confidence to look at her sitting there.

“I’m…not used to you being that small.” He remarked, “I miss your other body… the you that I know.”

Alma hummed. “Me too.” She spared a look down at herself. “I’m not exactly used to being human. Got… so used to the other body.”

“Ri’nela told me what happened to it.” Teylan frowned. “everyone seems happy it happened but..i don’t know.”

Alma swallowed thickly, her hand coming to her side. “They think I deserved it. I…don’t know myself if that’s true or not.”

Teylan looked uneasy. “It’s…scary to think Nor would do that to anyone. Would… do you think he would have hurt me if he found out what I did?”

Alma rose to her feet slowly, though he seemed to shy away from her a little so she halted her steps, trying hard not to feel the sting of his weariness towards her. “No.” She answered firmly. “You are Sarentu. He wouldn’t harm you.”

“But he killed the other you?” Teylan seemed to struggle with that. “You were our teacher. You looked after us.”

“He knew what I was underneath that skin. Not Na’vi. His…resentment of humans grew into a fire.” Alma assured. “Why don’t you talk to Ri’nela about this concern you have? She may have better answers.”

“I didn’t want to bother her. She is so busy and… I’m still trying to understand all that happened here. It’s so much.” Teylan hunched a little. “She told me…what you did as well. To us. How we came to TAP.”

Ah. He was still trying to process it still and coming to her to see for himself. Alma looked down at her desk a little at that.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, Teylan.” She started. “I didn’t…know what Mercer and Harding were going to do to the Sarentu when we got there. I thought it would be peaceful like it had been with the Kame’tire clan. I was wrong. I couldn’t stop them. Harding wouldn’t listen to me. They planned behind my back on the massacre to ensure they’d get you.” She sighed deeply. “That doesn’t erase my part in it. I know that. I am so sorry that I was part of it and for keeping the lie up since.”

Teylan was frowning at her, eyes wide with uncertainty.

Alma carried on. “I don’t expect forgiveness, Teylan. Ri’nela and Kìoetey have told me as much and I know they’re still processing it. Take your time in how you want to…handle it.”

Teylan let out a shaky breath. “It’s…all confusing. I don’t know what to feel. They… they forgave me for what I did. What…I did led to some of our friends dying. But… they’re not willing to forgive you? I don’t understand the differences. Shouldn’t they forgive you if they’re willing to forgive me?”

Alma didn’t know how to answer that. Not really. He had some level of logic to his understanding but… she supposed there was a difference that he couldn’t see.

“I can’t answer that question, Teylan.” Alma sunk back down into her chair, her hand coming to massage her temple.  “I don’t have the answers there.”

Teylan remained quiet for a moment, mulling to himself. “D-Does the resistance hate me? For what I did?”

Alma didn’t know the answer to that, not really. She hadn’t interacted a lot with the crew here since her return to base. “I don’t know. I doubt it. Most of them understand. Jin-young may need more time to accept your presence. Alex may be a little tense but… it’ll take time for them to process.” She dropped her hands from her head. “Don’t rush, Teylan. You have all the time in the world to heal those wounds.”

Teylan considered her words thoughtfully. “I suppose. It’s going to take a while but…I suppose I have to try and work hard to make it up to the Resistance.”

Alma nodded. “Indeed.”

Teylan looked ready to leave before he tilted his head at her. “You’re hurt?” His yellow gaze was low, she looked down to see him looking at her arm. The distinct bruise was still dark as ever and the tell-tale shape wasn’t hard to hide.

Alma ducked it under the desk uncomfortably. “it’s nothing. A…misunderstanding between me and Kìoetey—”

“Kìoetey hurt you as well?”

“It’s nothing, Teylan,” Alma emphasised, more sternly. “I’m fine. I just lost my splint to cover it for now.” Maybe Nalin took it but who knew where it went on a day like today?

Teylan didn’t look convinced but he recognised a dismissal when he saw it. He turned and scurried away. Alma let out a steady breath, letting her arm come to rest back on the table, her hand touching over the dark bruise and delicate and sore skin.

 -

Kìoetey was…relieved to spend some time just resting in the peacefulness of the morning. Still morning. Being up so early, the fight had been over within the hour and now… they were still so many hours in the day. Helping Nalin with Harding had been a relief.

Nalin didn’t need to know their presence there was due to Nesim’s caution in case Nalin opted to help Harding escape. Kìoetey knew the human woman wouldn’t but she understood that Nesim was still riding high off her victory and trying to ensure that Harding had no means of escape. It settled some…contentment to see Harding captured.

Harding had hurt them a lot growing up. So what if she was Mercer’s dog but she still did a lot more than what was asked of her to give them hell growing up. She had helped murder her people, dug them out of their hiding spots and handed them over to Cortez the day they were stolen and caged. Abuse that continued for all of them, differently. Nor had his hands broken, Harding had overseen the beating of Teylan when he had wet his bed… held Okni down while they shaved her head for disobedient weeks before the girl passed to Eywa.

Mercer was dead and there was relief. Now with Harding, it was the last of their problems to go. Almost. But the worst of their past was going to go.

Kìoetey wasn’t sure if she wanted to be there when Harding’s death came about. To see her death, to witness her body fall to the ground… it was a lot to think about. Personally, she’d rather have her killed in fair combat, if she thought for a moment Harding would play fair. What the Zeswa planned, she had an inkling but didn’t know for sure.

She had time to think before Harding would die so… she’d see.

Kìoetey sat with a selection of beads and flax, mostly letting her hands work and mind wander as she crafted a small armband for Teylan; something to get him started back as Sarentu. Something small and basic but a start; she wanted him to add to it himself.

He hadn’t made a start on a new songcord and… she wasn’t sure if he was ready to start creating one but this had to be a start; she could introduce the cord later in the week once festivities died down and they could find a new normal. The RDA were still about, even with Mercer gone. Ardmore no doubt had backup plans once the news hit she also lost Harding and the evacuating humans.

She wasn’t alone. Ri’nela was taking a break as well, looking to be adding to her songcord quite peacefully but the dent between her eyebrows was not noticeable.

“<Is everything alright?>” Kìoetey finally asked

Ri’nela sighed deeply, lowering her cord to look at her tiredly. “<I don’t know.>” she admitted. “<I keep…thinking more on Cortez now that Mercer is dead.>”

Ah. “<Can I ask what about?>”

Ri’nela hummed a little in consideration. “<She’s…been ignoring me when I’ve crossed paths with her. Wondering if she’d try to open up a conversation or say something to me if given the chance.>”

“<Is that upsetting you?” Kìoetey asked in concern. It did sound a little…odd for Cortez to do that.

“<I would have expected that towards you, Kìoetey.>” Ri’nela pointed out, “<not to sound harsh but she has more of a reason to keep her distance with you.>”

Kìoetey winced a little but she inclined her head in agreement. “< I know>”

“<Me? I don’t know why she’s giving me the same treatment. After her avatar sided, she was a following shadow. An unwanted cloud spilling nothing but apologies and now she wants nothing to do with us.>” She huffed out a little.

“<I did hurt her>” Kìoetey pointed out with a twinge of guilt. “<Her attempts to us have solidly stopped after that.>”

That and the fact the woman had literally moved to a field lab as well made it hard to reasonably cross paths. She was only back for a short time before she no doubt fled back to the field lab. Kìoetey could wait until then because… well it was far easier to get to her and Cortez had less place to run off into out in the open and it was more private. She could work with that.

“<I had no part in that.>” Ri’nela set her cord down neatly. “<Please, you’re sounding like you’re defending her behaviour here.>”

“<I’m not defending her, Ri’nela. She shouldn’t give you the cold shoulder because of me but humans respond differently than Na’vi. She told me herself when I apologised to her that she didn’t feel safe around me. Perhaps that fear has extended to you as well?>”

Ri’nela eyed her for a moment then scoffed. “<Cortez scared of us?>” She shook her head, muttering a little. “Unbelievable…”

Kìoetey didn’t say much on that and didn’t want to side in either direction. Ri’nela didn’t need to hear that. So, she picked up her needle to continue on with her sewing.

 -

The Circle was cold as she waited for So’lek to convince her in but Alma listened and waited with the guard outside as their voices carried.

“<There had been news from our Eastern resistance. Harding may know more.>” So’lek explained to Nesim and Minang. “<I wish for Cortez to interrogate her as they’ve had a working history before Cortez defected from the RDA.>”

“<News of the Sky people?>” Nesim sounded interested.

“<Harding’s position is called a Colonel. High ranking with a lot of authority over her warriors. She has been in contact with General Ardmore recently, the sky person leading the assault on Pandora in the east where they primarily operate from.>” So’lek further explained. “<Harding will not respond to Na’vi but a human might get more of a response.>”

There was a long pause and their voices quietened as the Olo'eyktan spoke to the Tsahìk in small consideration before Nesim spoke up.

“<You will oversee the interrogation. You understand the Sky people’s language, I do not trust humans alone with her fully. We cannot risk losing her or allowing her to escape. We will wait for what information is provided.>”

So’lek agreed and Alma soon followed the Olo'eyktan and So’lek through to another tent far off. She figured Nesim probably hadn’t initially recognised her face but from the few looks sent her way, she hoped it dawned on her that she was the Dreamwalker they had seen and interacted with before. So’lek had stopped referring to her by her first name which didn’t help.

Not that it really mattered.

So’lek pushed through the tent first, startling the occupants inside from their slumber or general waiting.

Harding was there, bound and patched up and her foot looked to be strapped into some sort of brace which worked in keeping her leg in place. She was dressed down, sweat did coat most of her pale skin and her arms looked to be raw with the rubbings of her binding already; particularly the one with her burn scars. She didn’t look good.

Harding’s eyes narrowed as she entered, her eyes dropping to take her in though there was no mistake in the woman’s nose upturning at the sight of So’lek.

“What do you want?” She demanded tightly, “Come to finish me off, Blue?”

So’lek let out a dry chuckle, pleased to see Harding not looking so good. “I do not get the honour.”

Harding scoffed a little. “Looks like you’ll get off watching.”

Alma tisked a little at that, drawing the attention back to her so she stepped forwards. “I’ve never heard you speak so crudely, Harding. Drugged up that much?” She slowly sat down on the grass in front of her, the motion thumping her skull a little but she ignored that. “Or is the pain getting to you?”

“What do you want?” Harding demanded, “I’ve gotta catch up on my beauty sleep before one-eyed-willie makes me sing and drop.”

“So you know your fate?”

Harding scoffed a little at So’lek. “I’m a captured colonel in enemy territory. I’m not stupid. If the Blues negotiated with the RDA, demands would have been made well for the proper care of me and my men until my release back. I know the Blues don’t negotiate and don’t hold prisoners for long.”

Alma sighed loudly before this could progress into something less productive. So’lek humphed a little and stepped back, allowing her the stage so to speak.

“Look, Harding, I can’t do anything or offer anything to get you out of your situation.” And wouldn’t “But what I can offer is this; you answer some of my questions and I’ll see it that you and your men here get a proper burial” She offered instead. “The Zeswa won’t tend to your body and will leave it where you fall to the mercy of the animals you helped poach.”

Harding stared at her for a moment then snorted. “Likes that’s an appealing deal.”

“It’s the only one I can offer. You’re not getting out of this.” Alma pointed out. “You have caused too much harm to the Zeswa. Lost many of their people to the actions of you, Mercer and the RDA.”

“Thanks but I always knew I was going to die a horrible death and be left in the mud. Hardly tempting me into disloyalty and betraying my own race.” Harding’s shoulders lifted a little as if trying to shrug. “Unlike you, Cortez.”

“You’re not going to die a martyr. You’re not dying for the RDA. Your death is about your poaching of the Zarkru. Not RDA ideals.”

Harding didn’t look convinced. “The RDA will spin my story to be what they need it to be. They may recover my bones one day which will see my death at the hands of Blue freaks.”

“Spears, Actually.” So’lek correctly coldly. “Na’vi won’t taint their hands with your blood when their weapons will suffice more effectively.”

Harding stared at him for a long moment.  “I will take my secrets to my grave, Cortez.”

Alma didn’t let her words draw too much power away but she figured they needed another approach. Less direct.

“Your ranking in the RDA has allowed you plentiful amounts of information on this land and of Bridgehead. You—or should I say, Mercer, had plans to extract oil on a large scale on the western Frontier which meant you had contingency plans on handling the backlash from the Zeswa, Aranahe and the Kame’tire clan when they came for you. What were they?”

Harding hummed, noncommittally. “Chances are the numbers would have dwindled enough to not be of concern beyond leisure hunting or pest control. Everyone loves a good trinket on their shelve. Who cares if it’s off some corpses?”

So’lek hissed quietly at her phrasing.

Harding just smirked a little at the warrior. “Why are you so shocked? You’ve seen my art.”

Alma held a hand up to stop So’lek from answering; she needed the power here. Not his interference or provocation.

“Mercer had no loyalty to you. You probably already knew it otherwise you wouldn’t have abandoned him at his base. Fine, if you won’t talk about the rest of bridgehead but surely you can talk about something useful. Your death, what happens to all the money that comes from the stuff you already sent off?”

Harding shrugged, “What of it? My next of kin will get what they need from me.”

“From what I know, you have no one.” Alma rebutted. “No family. No children. No one to take your belongings or to morn for you. You’re just a number on the list of the dead. Will the RDA take the money? Seems likely. They probably won’t have to worry about the backlogs of pay either; they keep your earnings. All of it.”

“<This topic is hardly relevant.>” So’lek remarked, “<We waste time with this.>”

Alma ignored him. “We found the other poachers from the splinter groups so we know there were a few inspired by your work. I knew some of the Proceeds go towards the RDA for the supply drops back to Earth. I take it you must have…investments into something for it to be useful. Even after your death.”

Harding rolled her eyes a little. “So what if I do, Cortez? That’s hardly any interesting for the resistance to know about.”

Alma’s head tilted but she couldn’t help the smile on her lips at the implication that had. Very few things that came from that. Investments beyond one’s own life with no next of kin?

“Just…curious. You must handle a lot of your people's pay to make the calls on those bagged and tagged. Are all of these your unit or just part of the ship?” Alma nodded to the other captured men.

Harding said nothing, just raised a bloodied eyebrow.

No matter, they’d get the details from the black box. That could provide them a unit to look out for when the avatars were grown.

“I spoke to Sully’s team. They told me of this new unit the RDA has. Have you met the new Colonel Quaritch?” Alma asked, “I bet he’s a…bit taller now.”

Harding snorted a little at that. “Why are you asking about him?”

“It seems a bit like a novice. A whole new Avatar program, only…they don’t have a driver. Seems…exciting, even.” Alma sighed. “How are they made? Or… the minds of the soldiers preserved? I wasn’t aware that the RDA even had that technology.”

Harding raised her other eyebrow again. “You sound jealous, doc.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I always preferred my avatar. That was no secret.” Alma spared a look down at herself then shrugged.

Harding chuckled at her, a nasty smile on her face. “I wondered why you’re not in your avatar. It’s dead, didn’t it, Cortez? You’re dead.”

There was an undertone of implication there which… didn’t surprise Alma to know that the colonel knew the risks just as much as Max did. But she didn’t want So’lek to know that. He’d tell the Sarentu. She couldn’t have that.

“Accidents happen. But we’re not here to talk about me.”

“Why not?” Harding seemed to get marginally chipper now, “We both know your self-hate of your own body came from your kid dying before she was born. What makes you think that was an accident.”

Alma’s jaw tensed right up, eyes narrowing at her but she felt a shiver at the implication. “My daughter was stillborn.”

Harding snorted. “Mercer was never above having things in his way killed. You think you’re any different because you were human?” She scoffed at her. “Like he would let you simply leave with a kid and leave him with the blue scraps!”

“<Cortez?>”

Alma swallowed her feelings, now was not the time to let her words get to her. It was well over thirty years since she had touched that box and she had no intention of opening it in front of the present company. Harding was trying to get a reaction.

“The new avatars,” Alma started, her voice stern, “how many?”

Harding continued to smirk still. “None of your concern.”

“Does Mercer have an avatar like this new squad?”

At that, Harding seemed to laugh, wincing a little at the pain the motion brought her. “Hell no. He couldn’t pass the tests required, mental or physical.” She shook her head. “He’s a psycho.”

Alma rose slowly to her feet, bringing her arm to her chest to avoid leaning on it. She brushed the grass from her clothes as she fixed her former colleague with a long look. “I look forward to meeting your recom, Colonel Harding.”

She didn’t dare look at So’lek as she turned and headed towards the exit.

“No you won’t,” Harding called after her almost gleefully. “You’re a dead woman, Cortez!” Alma didn’t stop at her shout, her voice meant to sound loud now like a threat. “You’re a dead woman walking, Cortez!!”

“I know…” Alma whispered to herself, exhausted already still.

Masterlist

[thetavolution]

OC SMASH OR PASS

Tagged by: I was tagged once and then ran amuck

Tagging: Any of you who want to do it!

Rules: Include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. The “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idk).

Bex

QUICK FACTS

Height: 5’6”

Age: 36

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

PROS

Amazing cook. She did it professionally prior to the tadpoling.

It's near impossible to ruffle her feathers.

Non-judgemental. Even if she's not into something, she generally won't treat you differently for your kinks.

Open communication about boundaries, expectations, and wants.

She's willing to try almost anything once. She also likes to do things that make her lover happy.

She will domme and sub.

She enjoys biting and mild pain. (Astarion gets her used to some bloodplay, but mostly just in the vampire sense.)

As much as she puts up a "I don't care" front, she cares so much. She's just emotionally burnt out. She is devoted and loyal.

CONS

While it takes a lot to get her emotionally riled, this can also be annoying when trying to get an honest reaction from her. Trauma has led her to shut down emotionally.

Her sense of self-preservation is broken. She will commit to life threatening events for the bit.

She has a "is that all there is?" attitude toward the world.

She will domme, but she can't take it that seriously. There will be jokes and laughing.

She can't get too intense on pain for herself. (If the other person enjoys pain, she'll match what they want though.)

Girl has trauma and it makes her scared of people. If you just want a one night stand, you won't notice. If you want more, you'll notice.

She relies way too much on alcohol to help numb her pain. She gets better over time. It's just highly concerning until she gets it together. The tadpole incident is probably what helped it from going more downhill and lead to her finding better coping techniques.

She's secretive about her history. It takes a long time before she'll open up about what happened to her before working as a cook. She's made huge mistakes in the past she fears she can't atone for.

DETAILS

She loves discovering new recipes and foods. She carries a notebook with her for saving or jotting down new recipes she comes across.

From a pretty trashy family. They're well-known in Baldur's Gate for it.

Her "life doesn't really matter" attitude is what motivates her to be kind. If life is going to suck and be worthless in the end, all we really have is being nice to each other, as far as she's concerned. Sure, she'll help you out. What the fuck else is she doing with her life, y'know?

You gotta subscribe to ACAB if you wanna roll with her.

She loves the color pink, but also tries not to overdo it because she IS pink.

She likes working out.

She's a bard who has a strong preference for the violin.

She's the kind of person who likes stuff that's so bad-it's-good. In a modern day setting, Troll 2, Hell Comes to Frogtown, and Amsterdamned are in her top 5.

[creative-jackalope]

*chanting* Ford Pines ! Ford Pines ! Ford Pines !

(for the headcanon game LOL)

HI THIS WAS SENT TO ME A REALLY LONG TIME AGO AND I FORGOT TO POST THE RESPONSE,,, This has been in my drafts for like a year I think oopsie. Aaaaaaaaaaaanyway--

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[Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons!]

OH BOY do I have many a thought about this man. Picking just four is tough and these are going to be so long so I’ll place them under a read-more.

Heads up - significant Gravity Falls spoilers!

Headcanon 1 - Canon-Compliant:

This is a relatively common headcanon already, I think, but Ford is absolutely covered in scars from his time in the Multiverse. He also already had some from his years in Gravity Falls. If you can name an injury, Ford's probably experienced it at some point - bitten, stung, broken bones, shot, stabbed, fallen from a height, poisoned, burned, he's seen it all. (Thankfully he's managed to keep himself away from fatal or debilitating harm, but there's still time! :D His common sense and self-preservation instincts leave something to be desired and his hero complex never quite went away.) He isn't too fussed about others seeing the scars, usually, but he tends to be evasive if asked about them - he prefers not to think about his time in the Multiverse in too much detail.

Headcanon 2 - Hilarious: 

Ford is resolutely convinced that, throughout his time working with Fiddleford, he did an astounding job at hiding Bill and their partnership. He is 100% certain that Fiddleford couldn't ever have known, not in the least! It does, however, turn out that Ford is a terrible liar and has about as much subtlety as a fork in the garbage disposal. That's not even counting the moments (that Ford is unaware of) when Bill would talk directly to Fiddleford, making no pretenses but never telling Fiddleford exactly who he is other than a 'friend' looking after Ford and helping build the portal. At one point Bill even tried to directly tell Ford that Fiddleford knew, hoping they'd get to stop the charade - Ford just laughed and brushed it off, saying, "Don't be ridiculous, he doesn't suspect a thing!" Bill didn't care enough to push the topic.

Headcanon 3 - Painful:

[CW: Substance misuse, life-threatening physical illness, mental illness, paranoia] Being possessed repeatedly by Bill had serious effects on Ford’s body which neither of them expected. Towards the end of their partnership, his body essentially began to treat Bill like a parasite - his immune system began attacking his nervous system. This caused swelling in his brain, accompanied by fever, hallucinations, chronic headaches and light sensitivity, and just in general an awful time all around for him. After the betrayal, it didn’t matter if Cipher was actually tormenting him or not; hallucinations of him were enough to fuel Ford’s paranoia, and depriving himself of sleep to 'protect' himself from these hallucinations did extremely little to help. The one saving grace is that Ford began to self-medicate with steroids in an attempt to keep himself awake and alert for longer periods, which had the (accidental, on his part) side-effect of slowing/reducing the swelling and suppressing his immune system's attack on his body - and likely saved his life by keeping him going until he finally ended up in a hospital. He has long-lasting damage from this, though thankfully things have improved with time, and he has learned to live with and work around the lingering symptoms. He's still not certain how much of the torment in those years was actually Bill, and how much of it was his own paranoia and illness... If he's honest with himself, he'd rather not know.

Headcanon 4 - Canon Is Dead:

Stanford Pines likes poetry and I will die on this hill. I know this directly contradicts Journal 3 (”I never understood poetry, to be honest") but, in my eyes, Ford loves self-expression through written and visual mediums. He is a man who has always struggled with expressing things like emotions verbally, which is part of the reason he ends up using his Journals more as a diary than as a record of research methods and discoveries, and so art as an expression of things you can’t otherwise put words to fascinates him. The written word, in general, is something he loves - whether fiction or non-fiction, poetry or prose. Poetry in particular is something that helps him with recognising his own emotions and understanding them. As such, I explain the Journal 3 comment either as “-plugs ears- he didn’t say that” or “he’s being deliberately snarky because he knows what the Hand Witch is implying and he doesn’t like it or want to admit/acknowledge it”.

...

Now I’m. Stretching the rules a bit lmao.

Here are some in-depth extras that are important ones to me, but don’t particularly fit the above categories.

Bonus Headcanon 5 -  Trauma, coping mechanisms, and the importance of social support after so much isolation:

[CW: Discussion of PTSD symptoms] Basically implied in canon already, he has some pretty serious PTSD as a result of his years spent paranoid and alone in the Multiverse, and suffers from frequent nightmares as well as occasional flashbacks, amongst other things. One of his biggest coping mechanisms for the related anxiety is being armed so he can defend himself at a moment’s notice. At first after returning, Ford never went without his weapon belt, not even at the Shack, and all it took was an errant floorboard creak for his hand to fly to his gun. After a long while, he steadily got used to the idea that he was home, and he was safe, and started to forgo the belt more and more whilst in what he felt were safe places (ie. in the Shack or on the Stan O’ War II). Despite that, he still feels the need to be armed for reassurance whenever he goes out, even if it’s just to the town - and there are days where he will, without explanation, carry a weapon in his safe places too, something that Stan tactfully doesn’t mention. However, later on those same days Stan will usually a spot a new anomaly and insist they need to stay home so he can tell Ford about it, then spend all evening spinning a grand tale of how terrifying and fantastical it was in great detail, until Ford either is listening with complete awe or is terribly unamused and poking holes in the blatantly fabricated story - either way, the gun often ends up on the table, forgotten.

Bonus Headcanon 6 - Probably the most important one to me and plays a massive part in how I characterise Ford as a whole - I apologise for how LONG this one is but I have so so so many thoughts about it:

Ford is autistic and was diagnosed as a child, in the 60s. He grew up masking a lot of the more “obvious” traits, like repressing many of his body stims, because of bullying and family pressure - he was already “weird” and this just made him stand out more, so he tried to hide it. Big traits he had as a child that carried over to adulthood were his bluntness, difficulty in relating to others, sensitivity to sensory input (noise and texture were the main ones), and how he would focus intensely on particular topics that interested him. Behind-the-scenes he also received a lot of support from Stan (who I headcanon as ADHD and autistic, though his traits present very differently to Ford’s and he was never assessed or diagnosed, instead just treated as a ‘problem child’), and as such, began to struggle a lot more than he thought he would once Stan was no longer in his life and couldn’t secretly help him through things. As an adult, since he started living alone and had embraced his polydactly and made it his, Ford steadily started unmasking and just let himself exist in all his “weird” glory; including being more vocal about his own limits and needs, both personal and social. He stims a lot with DD&MD dice (which he is an avid collector of) as well as whatever little desk toys he can find (especially physics-based ones), and also has several hand-based stims like tapping or rubbing his fingers. One of his anxious stims, picked up during the nights where he was trying to keep himself awake, is tapping his thumb against his fingers sequentially and counting along “one, two, three, four, five”. Counting is general is an action he finds very soothing when he’s stressed or anxious. Finally, one thing that has never, ever changed about him is that once he gets focused on something he Will Not Stop - he’ll forgo food, sleep, and anything else because he simply forgets he needs it once he gets into the zone, and he’s terrible at reading the signals from his body informing him he is hungry or tired. Having others around, like Fiddleford and Stanley, to prompt him to look after himself is something he benefits from heavily.

[understandingbimbos]

further 4chan notes

Regarding transformation preferences:

Well the issue is how much it changes the character. People have been calling certain type of women bimbos since well before a lot of modern surgical stuff was around or in style. Maybe you ideal bimbo has a late 80's to mid 90s look? Personally I don't mind some IQ loss, but if your character isn't starting out super smart just some personality changes can work too. An extremely perky nympho qualifies as a bimbo to me.

This is a very subjective fetish overall

/aco/, 2021. Tips on writing a good bimbo:

Depends on what specific bimbo type you're going for, but the most common mistake is to write them as a literal retard or a child in an adult's body. Sure, a bimbo might be dense or childish, but it's their all-consuming interest in looking good, getting the cutest accessories, the hottest make-up and using all that to look their best to go have fun with friends or lovers — that is the basis of the character.

The "stupidity" is often simply the fact that important or "intelligent" thoughts or knowledge is being superseded in their mind by the thoughts and knowledge on the aforementioned topics and desire to have fun. It's those hedonistic interests that also make them disinterested in mental cultivation (hence denseness) and careers, and make them dependent on sugar daddies (hence childishness).

But the base core values of a bimbo are:

Looking good according to their bimboish cute and voluptuous sense of style, which might not even stop a bimbo from being a gym bunny or a goth, just depends on what they find cute or good-looking

Having fun: usually by partying, shopping, socializing (including sex), but even stuff like science can be placed here if the bimbo is naturally smart and thinks it's fun)

Being outgoing: they want their good looks to be enjoyed by others and are stereotypically outgoing, preferring to have fun with others

Being naive: is actually a side-effect of the previous three, but is so set, that I decided to add it; the fact that they are pretty, happy and outgoing, makes other people treat them nice, which makes her just assume that everyone has good intentions. That doesn't stop some bimbos from having an almost supernatural women's intuition.

Finally: alignment. Bimbos gravitate toward chaotic good, but are easily shaped by their environment: a bimbo that hangs out with mean girls, might easily assume that bullying is just good fun and doesn't hurt anyone; a bimbo that is spoiled by her sugar daddy can easily become a brat.

/aco/, 2021.

On identity death and bimbofying established characters:

The most salient traits of the personality are "bimbofied" as well as the body, and made to accommodate the new owner. When these traits are pleasant or neutral, they become slutty, and when they are unkind, they either become slutty as well or remain expressed but unable to prevent the body from acting sluttily, thus making the sluttiness even hotter by trying fruitlessly to react against it.

Identity death is for people who are too lazy to work the little details of the old life into the bimbo's new life.

Figure out what kind of sex the character would enjoy most, and make that her goal.

Figure out what the character would do to themselves to get to that goal.

Preserve/Add a few details of the character that don't get in the way of that goal.

/aco/, 2021.

"What are your favorite tropes to see in bimbo art?"

Maybe this is cheating, but I like to see hints of bimbofication. Suppressed twinges of regret or disappointment or something that this is how her life turned out. That or a gaping abyss in the soul threatening to pull other girls in. In any case - keep it visually restrained, and keep the thematic eyes on the prize. This is a fetish for bimbos, not for tits and ass large enough to eat a city. Lip enhancement is nice, but it shouldn't leave the girl looking like fucking Birdo. Don't confuse the signified and the signifier; it's all so much garish clown makeup, sure, but it still can't do that much to hide that it's the same girl underneath it deep down, even as her soul is being eroded by her facilitated interactions with the world around her. The most extreme physical transformation that makes sense here is things like breast implants, and even there, less is more - the size change doesn't need to be that extreme to convey that it happened.

/aco/, 2023.

"What element of this fetish is more important to you?"

For me it's wholly the physicality of the bimbo as an objectified, 'fake' hyperbole of the natural woman. The idea that a woman would willingly undergo such a transformation, such that no aspect of her, at no time, can ever be conceived as 'non-sexual' again is super hot to me. Her very existence is sexual at all times, she cannot hide it due to how absurd and eye-grabbing her proportions and aesthetic are - she has deliberately undergone a transformation to fully become a sexual object for mens enjoyment.

The whole "IQ loss" or "dumb girly submissive" aspect is mostly immaterial for me. For WOMEN I've met who share this fetish, though, this seems to be the main compelling component. Which is fine, so long as she gets the fake tits and slutty outfits to go along with it.

/aco/, 2023.

On the difference between bimbos and gyarus:

Visual trappings are different, and gyarus are more bitchy/aggressive than dumb and slutty.

This, gyarus can even pass as tomboys or delinquents but bimbos are like barbies, human sex dolls.

Gyarus are culturally bound to prostitution as well, as long as we're splitting categorical hairs. It's not just fashion/sex

/v/, 2023.

"Who the fuck gets a hard-on at the thought of fucking an imbecile?"

I do, kinda. I mean, not as in "Me so horny we want fuck" kind of retarded way but in the "Like, oh mah gawd, Kim Kardashians ass is, like, totally hawt? I'm gonna ask my doctor to, like, give me one just like it, fer sure" kind of way. You know, the totally vapid and superficial kind.

Hobbies and speech patterns are not indicative of a person's intelligence. I know people with a Ph.D. and Master's with similarly stupid hobbies. I also know quite smart and capable people who own their own businesses who talk in very similar way, it's more about where a person grew up, quality of their education and who their friends are than about intelligence.

Sure, but I think a bimbos interests would be kinda limited to shallow, superficial stuff. You know, stupid pop music, Reality TV, fashion, Make-Up and, of course, sex… and they might actually have fairly extensive knowledge about these things but not much beyond that. Basically, a bimbo is someone who might very well be able to give you a perfect recap of every episode of Big Brother but would have trouble solving a simple math equation.

/co/, 2016.

"What tickles your pumpkin?"

It seems to be a bit unusual but I like Bimbos being dominant and sexually aggressive. There's just something very appealing to me about the idea of being dominated or forced to serve a girl who's much dumber than me. Mind you, that doesn't mean that I want her to be a bossy bitch, she should still be nice but also kinda spoiled and selfish. Basically, she's still addicted to cock but more for her own pleasure than for that of her partner.

I'm also into the idea of bimbos humiliating normal, smart women.

/aco/, 2016.

On PegasusArt (degradation, maledom, misogyny, and self-inserts):

The moment you put your obvious cringey self-insert and try to link the fiction back to yourself (Instead of just dabbling in fictional characters), you take a step back from the fantasy aspect and make the latter power fantasies weird and gross seeming. That applies to any intended effect in fiction.

Bad bimbofication content is more about how great it is that the guys are getting laid, rather than the hot slutty extremely-fake women. I think sucking off guys is great, but I think most fans of bimbos would consider this a 'gay' interest. I'm much more interested in the blonde slut with the giant silicone filled tits.

imo the bad bimbofication is the shit where its obvious that the pic is more about the girl being degraded and made nonthreatening as opposed to being pumped full of silicon and covered in makeup

It's really just storytelling 101. His content is bad because it isn't actually about the bimbos, it's about his idiotic self-insertion, the bimbos are essentially completely irrelevant and only serve as props so his manlet can get his rocks off by being a colossal piece of shit. Good bimbo content is always going to put the bimbo first and forefront, so he fails right at the starting line.

I like when the girl is degraded and made nonthreatening. I especially like those works where the girl doesn't even know she's being mocked. That being said I still think Pegasus is trash. He's such a turbo autist with no self awareness. It's seriously cringeworthy to see Mind Control Manlet insult the defeated women. I think the key is that women NEVER look like they're enjoying it. It's just an angry faggot raping a sad woman. I like my bimbofication darkly comedic.

/aco/, 2013.

On dollification, drones, and degree of stupidity:

Bimbofication generally allows enough thought for the bimbo to be able to talk, though generally not enough for any real self-awareness. A complete loss of thought is more a facet of dollification (though I tend to prefer my dollification with the person being completely immobilized but completely aware).

Either way, where's the fun in playing with a broken toy? The best of both bimbofication and dollification allow the fantasy of the person being aware of what's happened and being helpless to turn things back. In the case of bimbofication, nothing gets me off quite like the moment the bimbo finds they can't do something they used to be able to, or those distant notions of "something isn't right… shouldn't I be able to read?" barely manage to form before being shattered by something that occupies their tiny minds more clearly, like a dick.

Things bimbos are known for: Not being smart, but certainly being capable of some degree of independent thought. Like, y'know, they're, like, dumb? But, like, they can still, like, at least think thoughts and junk.

/d/, 2013.

On degradation, maledom, and conflicting definitions:

I personally don't like the derogatory interpretation of bimbos, where they have to be braindrained and become so lobotomized that they become sex slaves essentially out of force and cohesion, because they're too stupid to not be taken advantage of. To me that signals a humiliation/degradation fetish where the kink is trying to destroy her personality/soul and make her into a sex object, and nothing kills my boner faster than that.

There are a lot of sluttification fetishes, like corruption, hypnosis and ganguro. But I don't feel any of them gave to do with 'bimbos' persay. A slut might routinely be a gold digger, or some kind of business pro cocksucker executing sex with precision, intent and purpose (To get a promotion, reward a free expensive dinner, earn a rich boyfriend, ect) but not care much about sexuality in itself.

My ideal bimbo is always sex positive, but still keeps her availability even when she's not actually commited for sex otherwise. Sometimes she might act like a cute ditzy flirt, other times she may go all in with sex and make your wildest dreams come true. And yet others, she might just feel like going shopping, seeing a movie and hanging out in the mall like a pink-loving blond girly go. She might load herself on sexual potential (big pouty pink lips, skimpy clothes), but whether or not she acts on it is her prerogative. It's not something she feels ashamed or reserved about, just something she does or she doesn't.

The most important aspect of bimbos for me is is they ENJOY sex and being sexy. Not for money, gratitude, or any form of degradation. If it's just a character forcibly becoming a sex slave that has nothing to do with bimbodom, what's the point? Also being ditzy and openly signaling sex isn't always mutually exclusive with empowerment.

Now for me some degrading lobotimized exploited sex slave scenario is fine as long as the bimbo herself is happy dappy. I figure the main point of any sex is satisfaction, no matter how you arrive at it.

Now, I find the stereotypical sluttification stories are a bit more negative in tone. I don't like those very much either. Like with corruption it's dependent upon a self-awareness of the degradation, bimbofication however is all about the shameless lack of self-awareness and living happily in the moment. No harm, no foul.

It burns me that there's so much confusion between the two given the different extremes of feelings they can inspire.

If anything it's the submissive/derogatory bimbo fantasies that are the fake bimbos.

Go back and watch some of the 80s comedies that fueled the stereotype. There are A LOT of bimbo characters that would actually be considered dominant or intimidating.

They're full of things like the uptight college lecturer trying to teach, but the scantily clad blonde in the front seat chewing bubble gum and twirling her hair around her finger keeps distracting him and giggling at his discomfort.

Yet here you get insecure idiots with no understanding of history and who can't cope with the idea of a woman enjoying sex thinking they can dictate the one true bimbo.

Characters like Orihime or Usagi. They may not be sex obsessed or fashion flirty cocksucking tramps but the archetype and personality is the same.

I'd say as much so for Marilyn Monroe. It's more a wide range of traits about a girl being either fun flirty and ditzy, or huge and busty + upbeat. There's no exact definition or ideal bimbo, I love the mental aspects as much as the physical ones.

For example you can have a shy "nerdy" girl, who when she tries to socialize actually comes off as spacy, innocent and kind of cute in that bimboish way. Her personality at heart is similar to a bimbo and makes her one, despite her look. That one chick from the anime HxH, Shizuku comes to mind.

On the other hand you could also have a huge well endowed, thick and extremely busty woman with lots of makeup and sexual appeal, but she's smart and mature with a kinda fun personality. The body is what makes her bimbodom.

If having a high libido is all that it takes to be a bimbo, then the term is meaningless. As was discussed at length, all dictionaries and wikipedia associate bimbos with low intellect - it's the one common trait amongst bimbos. Remove that trait and you no longer have a definition for bimbo since we have already ruled out that physical qualities aren't set in stone for a bimbo… so there's nothing else to define them by other than intelligence.

/aco/, 2015.

On lip expansion:

I'm of the opinion that lips, especially the bigger and plumper they are, are the secret ingredient to make any girl look more like a bimbo with minimal effort. They just ooze femininity, I agree.

The nice thing about lips is that a single change can make big lips go from just being big to totally bimbo, and that's changing it from being shaped to having none, removing the natural bow and making them fat and shapeless. Good lord it's hot.

It takes very little to push their size over what's typical into bimbofied. When they get to be that fat, the lips always seem to droop into that natural O-shape for fellatio somewhat, and it looks like she's always puckered and ready to slurp on some yummy cock.

And, a pair of overplumped kissers can make nearly any expression look a hundred times more air-headed and clueless. It manages to be both totally cute and smoking sexy. I'm glad you know your LDM's too, he does the best mouths.

/d/, 2017.

[sir-sunawani]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 20: Quicksand

When you wake up, you’re no longer in Buggy’s office. As far as you can tell you’re in the basement of the office building. There’re no windows, but the room is fairly well lit. Your immediate area is darker, shaded by a couple coat racks and what is unmistakably one of Crocodile’s coats draped between them. It not only keeps the area darker, but serves to shield the bed from the rest of the room.

The sweet scent of citrus and cigar smoke filled your senses, but along with that was the scent of fresh coffee and warm bread. You had no idea how long you had been asleep, only that you had been so completely exhausted that once you closed your eyes you lost all sense of the world around you.

Most certainly though, you were hungry.

Getting up quietly, you peek around the coat rack and look into the room properly. There are several tables set up in the middle of the room, with shelves lining the walls. Boxes are scattered about, some on the tables, some on the floor, a few mixed in with books and loose sheafs of paper on the shelves.

At one of the tables Crocodile was leaning back against a chair, staring up at the ceiling and blowing long steady lines of cigar smoke into the air. He seemed to be frustrated, but also trying to calm himself down.

“Suwani?” You ask quietly.

He flinches so hard at the sound you’re impressed the chair doesn’t wobble under him. Taking the cigar out of his mouth and setting it on an ashtray he moves to get up as you take a few steps toward him. He looks a little haggard.

“How long was I asleep?”

He glances at his pocket watch before lifting you up into a hug. “Twenty-three hours and seventeen minutes. Much longer and I was going to risk taking you to a hospital.”

“I have perhaps been overworking myself this last year or so.” You admit meekly as you realize how worried he’s been. “I don’t feel very sore, did you do something?”

“My secretary is friends with someone who possesses a healing devil fruit. The power can be preserved within glass jar, so it’s quite useful to have some available for emergencies.” He explains, his hug tightening for a moment before he sets you back down.

“I’m sorry I’ve worried you.” You say kindly, reaching out and caressing his cheek.

“Hmph, considering what I put you through, I’d prefer you never apologize to me again.” He says evenly despite the furrowing of his brows. “Are you hungry?”

“Incredibly.” You answer with a smile. You didn’t agree with the guilt he was feeling, but you could at least understand why he was feeling it. His plans had failed, and it wasn’t just himself or his organization that faced that failure, but also you.

Judging by his actions since your reunion, his feelings for you hadn’t diminished at all in the time you were separated. You feel the familiar pang of guilt, but you had thought him to be gone into the depths for the rest of your lives. There was no shame in having tried to move on when you had believed that to be an absolute truth.

“You mentioned your secretary earlier,” you began, following after him as he pulled the lid off a basket of food. “Miss All Sunday, right? Is she okay?”

“To my knowledge she is alive.” He answers, pulling out a chair for you and inclining his head. You sit with a smile as he pushes you comfortably up to the table. “According to Alvida after she ran into Donquixote, she fell in with the Kings of East Blue.”

“I’m glad she’s alive.” You say as he begins laying out food for you. “She did her best to keep me safe for as long as she could, and I appreciate it.”

“… Then I will wish her well in her new endeavors and leave it at that.” He says, sitting across from you.

“Normally you wouldn’t?”

“Normally, I would not.” He answers candidly.

“Have you slept?” You ask before taking a bite of food.

“Enough.”

“Suwani.” You don’t mean to pout, but you don’t manage to stop yourself.

“I spent the last 24 hours concerned,” he replies sternly. “I wouldn’t have slept well.”

“Humph. Have you eaten?” You question, narrowing your eyes a little.

“I have.” He answers a small smile playing at his lips. “If you’re attempting to look intimidating you are a far cry from such an expression.”

You smirk before you take another bite. “I wasn’t I… I was just…” Your face twists and despite your earlier brevity, emotion twists in your heart. “I just really missed this.”

Crocodile was knelt by the side of your chair with no more than the shifting of sand. “(Y/N), I-.”

You shake your head and cut him off. “No, it’s… you did the best you could. So did I. It’s… no one needs to feel guilty, okay?” You wipe your eyes and turn toward him. Even with him kneeling and you in the chair you were nearly at eye level. “Don’t treat me like glass, and don’t neglect yourself.” You cup his face in your hands, shifting errant strands back before leaning forward and putting your forehead against his.

“Tell me about this glorious plan.” You prompt, kissing him on the forehead before he stands up.

Crocodile leans against the table – practically sitting on it – while you pick at the food provided, and begins to explain the plan.

“The wheels are in motion for Buggy to fill the Warlord vacancy. Once him, and by association his affiliates, are essentially protected, then the alliance between him and Mihawk will be completed.”

“Mihawk? I thought he only cared about his sword skills?”

“Mm, he does, but apparently he has set himself a protégé of sorts, and that relationship has spurred him into more action than he would otherwise take.” Crocodile explains. “Whatever the reasoning within him, I’m only concerned about the alliance.”

“And the point of it? I can’t imagine you’re creating this entire alliance simply to get back at Dingo.” You say nonchalantly.

Crocodile coughs. “Dingo?”

You freeze for a moment, not having realized that you had called him that. “… Yes. It was the most derogatory thing I could risk calling him in my phone.” You’re quiet for a moment before you look up at Crocodile. “Nothing happened.”

“Hm?” He looks down at you with confusion.

“Between he and I, nothing happened. He, I mean, aside from Friday it was almost cordial.” You explain, looking back down at the table. “I just… I don’t know why it felt important to clarify that, but it did.”

Crocodile puts a hand on your shoulder. “Regardless of that he still laid his hands on you without your consent. That is, in itself, enough. That he pulled you into a contractual relationship against your will was, honestly, enough.”

“You make it sound like you would’ve forgiven him if all he had done was send you to prison.” You say with a grunt.

“I would’ve perhaps had a different plan.” Crocodile admits, and something in his voice almost makes you feel bad for Doflamingo, but not quite. “As it is there aren’t too many moving parts. We’ll be leaving the Emperors alone for this, but the fallout may lead to the complete disbandment of the Warlord system.

“Which, as luck would have it, is why we may find support from an unlikely source.”

Your brow knits as you think about it for a moment. “Marines?”

There’s an amused hum from Crocodile. “Indeed.”

“Don’t give me too mu-mu-.” Your sentence is cut short as you yawn. “Much credit. The Marine disdain for the Warlord System is fairly well-known. Though they’re not usually open to direct hostility.” You yawn again and lean back in the chair.

“The hostility has risen since my incarceration. Ironically, his own diversions are going to play a part in his downfall.” Crocodile says, with a grin that suits his namesake.

“I like that,” you admit with another yawn. “I don’t know what it says about me, but I’m looking forward to seeing that smug look cleared off his face.” You yawn again. “Heck, and, uh, I mean, I don’t care what it says about me.” You clarify before Crocodile can say anything.

“Still tired?”

“Mm, my mind is awake, but I think my body needs a nap.” You stretch. “I slept too much and now I need a post-sleep nap to reset.” You look up at him with a smile. “I would love for you to nap with me, if there’s time enough.”

“My love, there will be time for you no matter what.” He says confidently. Your chair is pulled away from the table as the ex-Warlord lifts you into his arms easily.

“You’re sleepy too.” You tease, nuzzling into his chest and nearly dozing off right then and there.

“Perhaps.”

“Will that bed hold both of us?”

“One way or another.”

“What time is it?”

“Late enough for a nap.”

“It can’t be past 4pm.”

“That doesn’t change my original answer, resting through the hottest part of the day is wise.”

“We’re in a basement.” You say, laughing.

“Indeed, which means it’s cool enough for this.”

Crocodile sets you on the bed and begins to unbutton his shirt. You can’t help the heat that rushes into your face, even though you are quite certain you’re going to nap with him. He grins down at you as he pulls the shirt off entirely.

“Lay down and face the wall.” He says, the grin turning devious.

You turn away from him and lay down, as close to the wall as you can comfortably manage. “You’re teasing me,” you say as you feel him lay down behind you.

“Perhaps.”

You can feel the warmth of him enveloping you as his shirt is draped over the two of you. There’s a surreal shifting feeling and his arms are wrapped around you without hardly having moved the shirt. His leg is over both of yours, and you are as warm and cuddled as you could hope to be.

“I feel like… like, pfft-haha!” You start laughing and can feel him hum questioningly. “Like I fell into quicksand or something.” You can feel him twitch against you and chuckle again. “Sorry, it’s a terrible pun all things considered, but-.”

“I was expecting you to call me a sand trap,” he admits, the velvet smooth voice so close to your ear soothes your laughter and puts heat back into your face. “Between the two of us, only one of us suggested going to a hotel after meeting once.”

You grunt. “You didn’t argue.”

“Letting you drive yourself there was one of many displays of restraint.” He admits, the glass fingers of his left hand moving slowly down your side, toward your hip. “You wanted to run, and while part of me wanted to chase you,” fingers slip along your hip, following a line toward your core. “More than anything I wanted to engulf you entirely. To bury you in sand and have you bloom only for me.”

Your leg moves over his, your foot hooking behind his knee and causing your skirt to hike up. You feel over-dressed. You’re warm from head to toe, head clear and needy, body tired and just as needy. You don’t even stifle the soft moan as you shift back against him.

His right hand reaches up from under you, holding your head against his chest, warm fingers cupping your face. Leaving you enough freedom to moan, but not leaving you much room to move. The cool glass finger of his left hand slips under the hem of your skirt and begins to slide along it, pulling it up so slowly you whimper.

“Don’t make me beg,” you whine.

“You wanted to nap.��

“Bury me, Suwani.” You demand, your body tensing in its need.

He pulls your skirt up the rest of the way, cool glass fingers slipping past your panties and finding your clit easily. You gasp in surprise at the rush of movements, and cry out in pleasure as the touch that’s haunted your dreams for over a year sinks into your body.

You can feel the pleasure building inside of you as fingers that long ago committed all your weaknesses to memory dance effortlessly against you. You don’t want him to stop, but you don’t want to be the only one to get any pleasure out of this, and as your hands fumble to reach him you feel the surreal shift again.

You’re under him as he looms over you, and with a few easy movements you’re on your back and he’s between your legs.

“There are quite a few ways I could bury you, my sweet desert flower, but I think I’d like to be direct right now.” He says, bringing your legs together and into one hand as he pulls your panties off and sets them aside before parting your legs on either side of his again. “I’m sure we’ll still have time to rest after this.”

The only delay is the moment it takes for him to put on a condom before he’s pulling your hips toward his. He leans over you, stiff cock slipping against your wet slit as those sharp eyes watch the needy expressions on your face. Leaning closer he kisses you deeply, his tongue pushing into your mouth as he pushes into your pussy.

Moans and all, you are devoured entirely by Suwani.

[reveregret]

Hello my favorite person to bug! I figured since you've been dealing with these feelings and tendencies for a long time, you'd be a good person for insight on how to cope with them when you feel overwhelmed with them? I assume part of it has been writing them down, like on this blog? Thanks for your time like always :]

writing everything down has been a big part of how i cope, you're certainly right about that. it's a little ironic considering how i never really understood how journalling could be helpful, but i suppose it was a matter of how it was presented. i never really cared for prompts or rules around it, since that made it feel more like a task than an outlet. i did like making poetry, however. that's actually how i started out. i preferred the almost theatrical nature of it. eventually i just started writing things down as they were, making notes of what was happening or the thoughts i was having.

admittedly, that was mostly to keep track of details and events. i have a strong tendency to try to preserve things, which moved onto memories and that presented through transcribing. this was helpful in some ways and harmful in others. it got quite excessive after a while, to the point that i would only pause if i absolutely had to. it did help with processing, and while trying to find words for certain things it gave me a chance to reflect on my own feelings towards it all. i think writing can be really good if done in moderation.

this blog is kind of a blend between poetry and standard writing for me. i'll put down thoughts i'm dealing with and focus on the way it feels. from there i tend to characterise it. find a flow or order, maybe imply a story. if it's not directly reflective of something in reality, it's reflective of a more internal sense of it. i wouldn't actually kill anyone, for example, but i may make a post about doing so to deal with those sorts of thoughts.

in a way, that's helped me practise perspective. this is a little more difficult to explain, but it's part of how i keep my feelings in check. writing is just processing, but to stop and consider the sides of things can help a ton. finding balance is key. it's easy for me to get stuck between idolising or devaluing others, especially the more conscious i am of them. so i remind myself that the person in question has flaws alongside their positive qualities. or vice versa, depending on what side i'm leaning too far into. they're human, after all; neither perfect or substandard.

however, actually finding balance with that can be really tricky. it can be easy to go too far one way or another. that can work to an advantage at times, though. focusing on things i dislike about someone can help prevent and/or end an obsession, or even regulate one. it all depends. point is, to recognise the imperfections of an individual can keep me from glorifying them too much.

one of the main ways i've been able to deal with everything is finding a more symbolic way to encapsulate it. i like to make characters representative of people, for example. one distinction worth noting is i try to make it very non-literal, so i'll take aspects of how someone is or what they like and make something from that. i try to avoid making it an exact replicate of them to create somewhat of a division. it's still them, but metaphorically.

the way this helps is giving me somewhere to redirect those feelings. creative outlets are great in this sense! i draw a lot, and i'll often focus on the character i've made. it works for what words wouldn't and when i need something other than writing. it can even assist with subtlety, since there's less risk getting caught if everything is represented through that character. its appearance and name are different enough to be not be easily recognised.

another thing i've done is make dolls using these characters. i have my own pattern that i designed so that i can bring them to life. it's like being able to have the person to myself without genuinely trapping them. since i've created an association between the design and the individual, it can be comforting to simply have the doll around. i can even hold it to feign some control over the more protective or possessive feelings.

additionally, i create symbols (or sigils, if you will) typically made from the person's name. taking core elements from the shape of the letters and merging them together into its own unique shape. i'll write it down whenever i'm feeling intensely, or whenever i feel the need to. it can help me feel more connected with someone without actually forcing it. major bonus, it keeps me from writing a person's name too excessively or blatantly. there was a point a friend noticed one of my symbols but didn't think much of it. if it had been the name it represented, that would've turned out much differently.

these are the main ways i deal with everything before it gets to be unhealthy. i'm wary of sharing too much about how i deal with stalking since things that are reduced for me can easily worsen it for someone else. i'd rather support improvement, so hopefully everything i wrote here has value in that way.