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[ah0yh0y]

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[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Through time and space; you're mine- part 2.

Summary/requested; part 2 to the alt ending of 'the girl who shattered time'. (y/n) is sort've, lost, in this timeline where Tom never became the dark lord-but still made horcruxes, which were then 'born' to logically be with her in her era. and now; core Tom, or as he's now known, Voldemort, and his 'son' Thomas, want to see her.

she doesnt get a choice.

warnings; major age gap(like, 50ish years give or take for (y/n) and voldy/core Tom), unprotected sex, PinV sex, intentional baby trapping from all 3 Tom's, intense obsessive Tom's, read at own risk.

The girl who shattered time

Through time and space; you're mine.

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Soon after ‘reuniting’ with Tom. She learns that ‘she’ and Tom had been dating for a long while. This timelines version of her had so many pictures of them together, hanging out every summer, him with her parents, her family, on dates.

It was cute, but also horrifying.

He’d planned it. He planned it all. Dating ‘her’ until she returned from the old timeline, just so it wasn’t strange when he suddenly began fixating on her, because to everyone-they’d already been dating for-what seemed like-four years at this point.

She swallowed harshly, closing the photo/scrapbook of ‘her’ and Tom’s relationship from this era. She jolted as a pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling her back into a warm chest. “they want to see you,” Tom murmured into her shoulder, his lashes pressed against her neck, breath ghosting on her skin.

“They?” (y/n) asks, her heart in her throat. She knew exactly who, they, were. Him. Voldemort, core Tom-the one she knew-and the other born horcrux, Tom’s “father”.

Tom hums in acknowledgment, nodding against her shoulder, he tugs her into his lap as he sits on the bed beside her-how’d he even get in her room? she thinks for a moment before she’s completely in his grip, closing her eyes as he kisses at her neck and jaw.

“Do I have a choice?” she asks, and he bites her earlobe.

“No.”

-July 1998-

(y/n) walked up to the grand manor that belonged to the minister of magic, hand in hand with Tom Riddle, or well-the version of him born from a diary just to be with her. She stopped up the stone pathway towards the manor, shaking. Tom moved to stand in front of her, cupping her cheek with his free hand, speaking softly.

“There's nothing to be afraid of darling, it’s just me, just us.” He murmured, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip, dipping down to kiss her for a moment and then he tugs her hand once-twice-then she moves, feeling like she was walking into an open bear trap.

Her breath feels caught in her lungs as Tom opens the grand door, pulling her inside. Its-nice-not as oppressive as one would envision but still, (y/n)’s scared, unconsciously moving closer to Tom as he guides her through the manor, the manor he and his ‘family’ lived in.

He guides her up the stairs in the main foyer, down one of the many corridors, and into a large sitting room-where the two older men were sitting. Voldemort, as he was called once more-the core Tom, the Tom she’d known-and his ‘son’, a horcrux, born to only give reason for the Tom holding her hand to be with her without anyone looking oddly at them.

The two older men look up and the oldest, Voldemort, the one she knew, is up on his feet in seconds, his gleaming scarlet-brown eyes locked onto her. He’s older, late 60’s, black wavy hair streaked with silver and far from the pale bald snake man she’d been terrified of in the original timeline.

He’s handsome, face lined with age and many other things she can't say or name right now.

She feels nailed to the spot as Voldemort, Tom, comes close to her. The one who had come with her to the manor steps away-allowing the core version of the three of them to stand before her. Voldemort stares down at her-he’s taller than she last saw him, probably the same height as the dark lord version of him. She looks up at him, shaking, her hands clutched at her side.

“No, do not be afraid,” Voldemort, Tom, coos, his hands cupping her face and brushing his thumbs over the curve of her cheeks. The fear in her eyes is familiar-the same fear he saw when he discovered she knew of his plans-who he planned to be. He hates it. “I may share the name of the dark lord from your time, but I only share the name-there are no death eaters, there is no war, no dark lord. Just, us.” Voldemort said with a slow smirk, and his ‘son’, also Tom, stands, making his way over to (y/n) and Voldemort.

“There's nothing to be afraid of anymore darling,” Tom, in his late 30s it seems, maybe early 40s, hums as he draws close, his hand fitting in the small of (y/n)’s back, drawing her close. Voldemort glares for only a moment, his hands still on (y/n)’s face. “the memories of what you experienced, everything that happened to you, will eventually fade.”

(y/n) knows he means to say that as a comfort, but it’s horrifying, she was eventually going to forget it all; forget the dark lords horrifying acts, forget what happened in her original time-even forget how and why she was standing before the three Tom’s at this very moment. Eventually her fear would fade because-why would she fear the minister for magic? Why would she fear his son, or grandson-why would she fear her boyfriend’s family?

She swallows harshly and Voldemort leans down to kiss her forehead, an achingly familiar gesture from the time she spent with him in the 40s. “come, let us make you comfortable my dear,” Voldemort murmurs, he and Tom, the older one, take her hands and pull her to sit on the couch-Voldemort sits in the love seat as the youngest Tom, the one her age-made from the diary-sits next to her-while older Tom sits on the other love seat beside the couch.

“You’re not…mad at me?” she finally asks, having also feared his-their reaction, when she left, he had been angry, heartbroken really. Voldemort only smirks as Tom, the older one, chuckles.

“I was, at first,” he says, stirring milk into his tea. “but age allows for one to look back and review, eventually; i understood why you left, why you were scared.” At this, older Tom stood up, sitting on (y/n)’s other side, cupping her face again, bringing her so close she could feel his breath on her face-smell his cologne and the tea he’d been drinking.

“But now you don’t have to be, there is no war, no dark lord. Just, us.” He murmurs, moving closer to her and before he can get way too close she flinches back, falling towards Tom-the one that’s her age. He wraps his arms around her, cooing softly as she shakes.

“It’s all right my love,” Tom chuckles, kissing her temple as he pulls her into his lap, his arm completely wrapping around her waist to keep her close-jealously clear in Voldemort’s and older Tom’s eyes. Older Tom’s hand wraps around her ankle, her feet in his lap now.

(y/n) doesn’t know what to think, or do. She’s trapped, trapped in a manor with three versions of Tom, one her age-that has her in his grip, the second old enough to be her father, who holds her legs in his lap, and the third staring at her, his gleaming scarlet brown eyes staring at her from the love seat, his fingers steepled under his chin.

She stills as older Tom’s thumb traces her fading scar from her uncle, her eyes snapping shut as his thumb goes over her eye. “It’s fading, good.” He murmurs and Tom-the one holding her-squeezes her tighter, burying his face in her neck and breathing deep.

“Wh-why?” (y/n) asks, swallowing harshly as she hears Voldemort speak. “Why stop your uncle from ever touching you? Why not? Why allow such a disgusting excuse of a pureblood to harm such precious life? Why allow him to even think about taking your mother for his own, or think about you in such a disgusting way.” Voldemort sneers, disgust clear in his voice. (y/n) feels chills down her spine and up to her heart. She never knew her uncle…thought about such things.

She had been told by a family friend, who really shouldn’t have told her at 12, that her uncle had attempted to blackmail her mother to marry him to make her pureblood again. Gross, but incest was quite…normal in pureblood families. At least back then.

To think her uncle possibly…when she was so young…it was horrifying and she shook, hands covering her mouth as she stared off at nothing. Voldemort stands and joins his younger horcrux selves on the couch, cupping her face in his hands. “it is all right dear,” he coos, kissing her head. “he’s gone now. He never hurt you, and soon this conversation will fade too.”

(y/n) jolts at the very thought-how much was she going to forget? Would everything she was experiencing now fade? Turn her into something, someone, she was not? “I don’t want to forget-I don’t want to-“ she babbled and Voldemort shushed her again, wiping her tears with his thumb.

“shhh shh my love, it’ll be okay, some day this will all be a forgotten dream, you’re core self will not change, only memories will.” He said in a soft tone, then he scoops her up from Tom’s lap. She lets out a choked yelp her arms automatically wrapping around Voldemort’s neck as he carries her through the halls of the manor, the younger Tom’s following very close behind.

Voldemort enters a well-lit room, the curtains open to let sunlight in, it’s aesthetically different from the rest of the manor, lighter blues and whites, golds and bronzes with a large rug spanning the floor and a very large bed with a white-grey canopy and a chaise lounge at the end with a throw blanket tossed over it.

Voldemort lays her on the bed, older Tom takes off her shoes and the youngest-the Tom her age, kneels on the lounge at the end of the large bed, resting his elbows on the end of the bed, staring at her. “Rest for now, allow yourself to come to terms with your new reality,” Voldemort hummed, brushing her hair back-her fading scar visible.

He kisses her forehead, older Tom kisses her cheek, and Tom crawls up to kiss her fully, kissing her quickly once more before all three leave the room.

She waits for a few minutes, breathing quickly before she throws off the heavy, comfortable, quilt and rushing to the large window-but it’s charmed shut and she’s still underage-and if she tried to uncharm it-it would no doubt alert Voldemort. The door is locked as well-the bathroom window as well-but that was too small for her to fit in.

She feels lost-trapped-she sobs and crawls back onto the bed-the room was clearly meant for her. It’s not his style, it’s blue like her Hogwarts house and full of comfortable items that only she would’ve picked out.

And what sucks no one knows she’s trapped.

According to everyone else, which was once true, she was here willingly. Happily. Because this timelines version of her had spent the last four summers in this manor, which is this room has her clothes, her favorite shampoos, her preferred toothpaste.

She curls up on the bed, feeling lost.

-

She leaves the room later-the door unlocks for her, it must’ve been charmed to not let her escape-but allows her to leave when she doesn’t plan to escape. She goes down the hall, shoes left in “her” room. She explores. Theres a massive library, the garden is huge too, she finds several lounges and the other bedrooms, all three rooms open a tad-as if inviting her inside but she doesn’t.

She roams more, finding a sunroom, where a large snake was resting in the summer sun-she does not bother this snake.

She also finds a dining room, an actual ballroom,  a music room, there's an astronomy tower, of course; a kitchen, and then a very fancy bathroom meant for guests.

Finally, she comes upon a study that’s near the astronomy tower. Voldemort’s there-the door opened just enough for her to see him and she attempts to go by but the door opens completely, his eyes on her. “do not be afraid love,” he coos, gesturing her inside.

She glances down the hallway, and steps into the study, standing in the doorway for a long minute. Voldemort smiles softly, setting down a ministry-stamped stack of papers, turning his chair-summoning her towards him. Her feet feel like they move on her own and then she’s in front of him.

She stares at him as he takes her hands, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. Her vision flickers in her mind, Tom-the one she knew in the 40’s, appears before her for a split second-that stupid handsome smile on his face. Voldemort flickers back into her vision and she pulls her hands out of his, holding them to her chest.

His brows furrow, he looks hurt.

He makes himself seem, smaller, curling his shoulders in as he leans towards her, looking up at her. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispers, his hands now on her hips-one drawing down to her thigh. Her brows furrow. “the day you left, I scared you; again. That wasn’t my…goal.” He swallows, drawing his eyes down, then closing them-leaning forward to press his forehead against her stomach. “I, did, mean what I said. You’re mine.” He whispers, (y/n) tenses, and then she’s pulled into Voldemort’s lap and his lips smash into hers-her eyes snap shut.

Disgust should be what she feels. It isn’t.

She hesitates yes, but she doesn’t feel like she should smack him and run-no, she…lets him tug her closer, his lips move against hers, tongue on her bottom lip-its reminiscent of their first kiss, in the restricted section-Voldemort-Tom-tastes cold and feels warm, she smells sharp cologne-a scent that hadn’t changed in the 50 years it had been since he’d last seen her.

Her hands shake as she lifts them up-and then rests them on Voldemort’s shoulders, he hums-pleased, and tugs her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her completely; pulling her even closer, her body completely snug against his as their lips move together.

“My love,” he purrs as he pulls away, lips already red-peppering kisses down her jaw-she lets out a soft sound, tilting her head back-it’s an automatic thing, something she now did out of reflex when he kissed her like this. “never be afraid of me again, please, I, none of us, would ever hurt you.” he whispered against the hollow of her throat.

She knows he isn’t lying.

She swallows harshly, clinging tight to his shoulders, creasing the fabric of his ironed button-up. “Swear it?” she whispers, looking down at him and he smiles, resting his chin on her chest, looking up at her.

“I’d make the unbreakable vow,” he whispers and she bites her lip, she’s unsure still-she’s still nervous and scared. He leans up and kisses her gently, his hands moving up-pressing against the small of her back-the other between her shoulders.

She kisses back.

It feels, very odd, deep down. Yes, this is the Tom she knew when she time-traveled into the 40s, the one she dated, the one she discovered was the young Voldemort. But now he’s in his 60’s, still handsome, but old enough to be her grandfather.

He deepens the kiss and all thoughts go out the window, especially with the way his hips roll up against her, the fabric of his trousers catching against the fabric of her underwear-she’d worn a skirt for once. She gasps into the kiss and his tongue invades her mouth-somehow he’s even better at kissing then he was “50” years ago.

She’s lifted up and put on the desk, a flick of his hand make papers and other desk objects fly off and go into their proper places when not being used. She gasps again as he leans over her, pressing her down against the desk, standing between her legs, rolling his hips against her again.

She shudders, gasping for breath as he kisses and nips at her jaw and neck, his hands drawing up to the top button of her shirt-starting to undo it but stops, breathing deep. “Not yet.” He murmurs, looking down at her with dark lustful eyes, taking in her disheveled state. “not yet.” He murmurs again, kissing her forehead and sitting her up, helping her off the desk.

She furrows her brows, panting and then shuddering as he kisses her gently, easing her down from her ruffled state. “What?” she asks, confused. He chuckles lowly, smirking. “you’re underage darling, and while I’m confident no one but, well, me, would catch me fucking you,” she shudders at the way he says it, his smirk widens. “I want you to be fully ready for it, I want you to be completely sure of it, and legal.” He adds, almost as an afterthought. He kisses her cheek and sends her off with a gentle pat on her butt. “Go, the one your age should be in his room.”

(y/n)’s face flushes and she leaves the study, going back down the hall towards the bedrooms, looking through the open doors till she finds Tom, sitting on his bed with his back towards the door, a book in his lap. He’s dressed casually, wearing plain green sweater with the sleeves rolled up, a white button up beneath it, and black trousers; his hair free of gel or any sort of hair products, so it’s loose and wavy, his bangs falling into his eyes so he keeps brushing them out of his face, huffing each time.

(y/n) stepped into his room, the door creaking. He perked up and turned, smirking at her, patting his bed to invite her closer. “Good evening love,” Tom purred, his smirk widening as she comes closer, willingly. “How are you feeling?” he asks, genuinely, but he needed to know if she had calmed down, accepted her new reality.

(y/n) bit her lip, her brows furrowing a bit before sitting next to him. Tom wraps his arm around her, book discarded as he pulls her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder. “i…” she swallowed harshly, biting her inner lip before sighing, rubbing her face. “I don’t know, it’s all so confusing.” She admits and Tom hums, pulling her into his lap and she lets him, turning to hide away in his arms.

She lets herself believe for a moment, that she’s back in the 40s with him, before she found out about who he truly was, that they’re alone in the common room, wrapped up in each others arms, enjoying the fire.

For a moment, she lets go of her fear and anxiety.

-

(y/n) thinks quite a lot through the next two weeks she stays at the manor, about her morals, her beliefs, the past, the present, how things changed, what didn’t change.

Finally, she comes to terms with it all.

There was no Voldemort. Not the dark lord anyway, yes he still killed people to create his horcruxes, but with the…strange promise that he hadn’t killed any…innocents to create the Diary and Ring that made up the two Tom’s.

There was no war, no death eaters, no insane blood purity politics. There was no boy who lived-only Harry Potter, a normal boy with no lightning scar with loving parents.

Things were okay, changed yes, but okay. She…did not need to feel guilty about it all, she didn’t need to fear him, them, at all. She had told him that she could not love ‘him’, Voldemort the dark lord. So he wasn’t one, he was Voldemort the minister for magic, with two “son’s”, Thomas, and Tom.

She could…relax, accept it, he’d changed, for her. He was intense, possessive of her, obsessive even, all three of them were but…they loved her.

She walked into the sitting room where all three of them were, Tom looks up at her right away, attention instantly off the book he’d been reading, Thomas and Voldemort look at her next, wondering what she needed.

She walks further into the room, sits right next to Tom, and curls into him. He smiles and wraps his arms around her, holding her close-Voldemort and Thomas watch, jealous but curious-she’d yet to do something like this-to purposefully seek them out.

“I’m okay with this,” she admits quietly and she feels Tom smile against her cheek, the others lean closer-hoping she meant what they thought she meant. “with…all this, you three, me, us.” (y/n) says, stumbling through her words slightly and Thomas takes her from Tom’s side-Tom complains audibly but Thomas already has (y/n) in his lap, kissing her cheek.

“Are you sure love?” Voldemort asks, kneeling in front of her, taking her hands gently. (y/n) nods, her cheeks flushed. “I wasn’t for a while, but…I am now. Theres no war, no dark lord, and…you stopped my uncle from hurting me, stopped him from hurting my parents i…I suppose I can't argue that it’s all wrong, when-even if its selfish-you guys did the…right thing,” she admits and Voldemort leans up to kiss her gently, she kisses back, Thomas making a sound from behind her-he hadn’t gotten to kiss her at all yet.

That night, she goes to bed with Tom holding her, his arms tight around her as his face presses against the back of her neck, breathing softly against her skin. For the first night since getting back to the present, she sleeps soundly.

-

Her birthday comes up right before summer break ends, her parents are there at the manor for her birthday party hosted by the Riddle family-she learns this is an annual thing, ever since ‘she’ and Tom had started dating and gotten serious.

Deep down she does find it a bit odd her parents are so, okay with her just-spending a whole summer at this manor filled with men-one of which being her official boyfriend, but she figures Voldemort probably did some manipulation and while she feels uncomfortable with the idea, she knows she cant do anything about it.

She gets presents, like a well-tailored suit just for her-since she wasn’t much of a dress girl- from her parents, a necklace from Tom, a book from Thomas, and earrings from Voldemort. Her parents are non-the wiser to anything going on beyond what is shown to them, so when they leave the manor-without (y/n), she’s drawn into Voldemort’s bedroom by all three Tom’s.

“Come here darling, I think its time we show you just how much you’re adored.” Voldemort purred, sitting on the bed on his knees, and she swallows harshly, climbing onto the bed as Thomas and Tom climb on with her-watching her with sharp eyes filled with desire, all for her. “just thinking of it as a birthday present, from all three of us,” Thomas purrs from her left.

She’s sure she’s blushing heavily, closing her eyes as Voldemort’s hands cradle her face gently, lips beginning to trail from up her neck to her jaw, and then to her lips. His lips press against hers and she kisses back-letting out a small yelp as she’s tugged to lay down on the bed, all three hovering over her-Tom’s hands are on her legs, Thomas holds her waist, and Voldemort’s hands are still on her face-still kissing her.

Tom takes her shoes off while Thomas undid her pants and shirt, Voldemort’s hands thread through her hair and then he takes off her bra, smirking against her cheek as Thomas begins to fondle her breasts-making her gasp-and then he softly kisses her breast, then her nipple-taking the hardening bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, his other hand fondling her breast.

Her hips lift as Tom slots himself between her legs, leaving soft kisses on her thighs, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric of her panties, slowly pulling them down to reveal her cunt. “beautiful,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering as he leaned in, kissing her clit and then circling his tongue around it-smirking at the way her hips jumped in response.

Tom spreads her thighs wider, burying his face in her cunt and lapping at her while Voldemort nipped at her jaw, leaving marks all along her neck and jaw before kissing her again, his hands in her hair.

(y/n) could hardly handle it all, gasping and moaning as the three lavished her with sensual attention, her breath catching as Tom sucked at her clit, his fingers pushing inside her to prepare her and bring her closer to orgasm. “shit-“ she gasped aloud when Voldemort sucked on her pulse point. “that’s it love-give it to us,” Voldemort purred in her ear and she let out a long whining cry, feeling it crash over her in an electric wave-her hips bucking down against Tom’s mouth as he helps her through it.

Soon she was twisted around, legs hooked around Voldemort’s-the other two complain-they wanted to be her first but Voldemort quiets them. “silence. I’ve waited much longer for this than either of you,” he hisses, in parseltongue so (y/n) didn’t understand anything but watched as Tom and Thomas sink back, huffing as they crowd around her upper body, Tom holds her hand as Thomas caresses her collarbone with his fingers, trailing up to her face to gently trace her fingers.

She looks up-Voldemort leans close, kissing her softly as his cock presses to her virgin entrance, and then he’s pushing inside-she can feel every inch-making her gasp into his mouth as he slowly rocks inside her till he’s completely inside.

It’s not painful, just new and vaguely uncomfortable, but he stills when completely inside, kissing her cheeks to ease her tension as Tom kisses her knuckles, Thomas rubs her thigh, moving his hand to rub her clit slowly to ease her further. “any pain?” Voldemort asks her, massaging her hips as she shifts, letting out a small quick breath as she shakes her head.

“You-you can move,” she murmured, gasping as Voldemort pulled out slowly, and then slowly pushed back inside, doing that slow rhythm over and over again-watching as she gasped and moaned softly, clutching Tom’s hand as he kissed her forehead, his other hand holding her waist as Thomas watched, one hand on her thigh as his other hand strokes himself, the three watching her enjoy the pleasure-a vision they’d waited years to see. Especially Voldemort, who couldn’t believe he was finally feeling her tight warmth after so long, he wanted to pound her into the bed, to make her go dumb and cry out in pleasure-to hear his name on her lips, but he didn’t want to scare her, so he went slow.

“F-f-aster-please.” (y/n) moaned softly and Voldemort groaned lowly, he’d been waiting to hear that-leaning over her to fuck into her a bit faster, the sound of his hips smacking her inner thighs getting louder as gets a bit rougher-smirking when (y/n)’s moans got louder, a low whine escaping her as Thomas rubs her clit while Tom kisses her cheek, so many sensations at once that she can’t focus.

Voldemort pushes her knees towards her chest, a perfect position he thinks, watching her body bounce and his cock disappear inside her-no protection-biting his lip as she whines and moans, the wet sound of her pussy accepting his cock such an intoxicating sound that he never wants to stop fucking her.

“You like it darling? Do you like my cock inside you?” Voldemort purred, leaning over her, pinning her down with his hands and hips, pressing fully into her, grinding his hips against her-hitting that sensitive part inside her that made her gasp and writhe. “you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this my love, of being deep inside you, so close to you-with no barriers between us. I could get you pregnant right now-bound you to us for eternity.” Voldemort murmured, the other two groaning at the very thought while (y/n) tried to catch her breath, not even paying attention to his words, her brain too fuzzy to focus on anything but the tip of his cock against her inner sweet spot.

Voldemort smirked at her face, leaning down to kiss her as he rocked his hips again, fucking her deep and fast, making her moan and whine as he kept hitting that inner sweet spot again and again. Her breath got faster, her body writhing as she felt her orgasm approach again-this time harder, quicker. “i-i-im gonna-ah!” (y/n) moaned, Voldemort consuming her voice as he kissed her, swirling her tongue with his as he angled his cock right into her sweet spot, smirking as she clenched tightly around him-cumming hard.

He let out a low groan, shuddering as he came, spurts of cum filling her as he thrust a few more times, biting his lip as he pulled out, watching as it dripped out of her. “my turn,” Thomas murmured, grabbing her waist and twisting her around, laying her down on her stomach and kissing her shoulders down to her waist, putting her hips beneath a pillow as he kicked off his trousers. “you ready darling?” Thomas purred against her shoulder and (y/n) let out a small whine, Tom moving to lay her head in his lap, she looked up at him-closing her eyes as he leaned down to kiss her.

She gasped as Thomas pushed into her, sliding in easily with a groan. “fucking-perfect cunt.” Thomas moaned, his head falling between his shoulders as he gripped (y/n)’s hips, moving one hand to her lower back as his hips began to fuck into her, smirking at the sound of his hips meeting her plush ass. “that feel good darling?”

(y/n) twitched and moaned, panting hard as she already felt her 3rd orgasm rising-still on the high from her last one, her hips bucking back into Thomas as he pulled her hips higher to get deeper inside her, letting out low grunts and moans as he watched his cock disappear into her cum slicked pussy.

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around her waist and putting a hand on her neck-tugging her up against him, making her bounce as he fucked up into her, grinning against her neck as her moans reached a new pitch-her eyes clenched shut as she felt him roll into her just right and she shuddered, clenching tight around his cock as he bucked his hips up-hitting that spot inside her again and again till she came hard, letting out a hoarse moan as he bit her shoulder, thrusting into her twice more before cumming deep inside her.

(y/n) let out a weak groan, shivering as Tom took her in his arms-pulling her off of Thomas-she shuddered as he slid out of her, his cum running down her thigh. “You okay love?” Tom murmured against her cheek as she slumped against him, she breathed heavily and then nodded after a few moments, letting out a harsh breath as his cock pressed against her, sliding up and down the length of her pussy before pushing inside, sitting her down on his hips, her body arching back as his arms wrapped around her, his lips pressing to her neck. “Just let me do the work darling,” Tom purred against her throat, thrusting up into her-the sound of his cock pushing into her cum filled pussy making a loud noise that echoed in her ears-making her whine as he began; slow and easy.

He watched her face as he rolled his hips up, his mouth opening at the feeling of her tight warm cunt around him-the feeling of cum only making her wetter for him, making it so easy to slide in and out. “You feel heavenly love,” Tom groaned, kissing her neck as Thomas and Voldemort got closer, Voldemort kissing her upper waist as Thomas rubbed her shoulders, pressing his lips to her nape. “So good, made just for us, for me.”

(y/n) let out a sharp pant, her head falling forward as Tom’s hips began to move faster, his hands finding her hips to help her bounce on his cock, her belly tightened and she clenched around his cock, making both of them moan as his hips bucked-hitting that spot inside her again, making her squirm. “Too much darling? Cumming so many times-with all three of us fucking you?” Voldemort cooed against her ear, massaging her breasts, Thomas’ hand moving to cup her lower belly.

“So much of our seed inside you, it’s bound to take, you’ll be ours-forever, giving the Riddle family a proper heir.” Thomas said in a low groan, (y/n) too far gone to listen. Tom brought her closer, nosing her head to turn it so he could kiss her properly, swallowing her moans as he rolled his hips just right, smirking against her lips as she shuddered and let out a harsh breath-her brows furrowed as her 4th orgasm came rushing up and she bucked away from Tom.

“T-too much-s’too much-“ she moaned, putting her hands on Tom’s shoulders as that coil in her gut tightened again, this one more intense and she tried to escape it-Tom wouldn’t let her, kissing her jaw as Thomas reached around to rub her clit, smirking as she let out a small shriek. “-ahh-hahh!!”

“Let go love-cum on my cock-let me fill you up again,” Tom groaned against her neck, smirking as she writhed and bucked against the feeling-before her body tensed and she came hard-moaning weakly as he pinned her to the bed, thrusting inside her quickly until he came inside her.

“Good girl,” Voldemort purred, leaning down to kiss her forehead as her vision faded in and out, before it all went blissfully quiet.

-end-

[anonymous-dentist]

GOD I LOVE YOUR AU ok question time

- who is in the federation of heros? What founded the federation? Are they powered like cellbit?

- how is cellbit one of the first few born? I feel theres a science experiment plot caught in this and he broke containment. I wonder if he found this out due to being able to scare himself, and that fear immediately projecting to others, making THEM just as scared. Id imagine hed be diagnosed with severe paranoia/etc and then like. Oh SHIT its not. That. Oh fuck.

- what was that leadup that made him a supervillain? Something so minuscule yet so big as fear, to be considered one of the high villains of the city is insane. Some people would probably laugh it off an say physical destruction was scarier than mental, until they see what he actually does.

- who did he murder?????? I wonder if it was someone who defied the "everyones fears projected back to them" ability. Someone unaffected by this, like maybe their own ability counteracted it. One of the federations lower ranked heros attacked... as a citizen... i feel theres more than meets the eye here..... but of course it ended with murder. I feel there could be done with something of luzu and his look alike there.

- i still keep thinking about breaking dawn and how forever is also considered richas's dad, and just thinking about it being kinda switched in this scenario. Cellbit walked into forevers life again an now richas has another dad to annoy the piss out of. Though i do feel him an jaiden would be at each others throats in investigation. She would totally be a foh member to me. He tries to take down them through HER.

- why jaiden? Shes probably the most visible with her apparent ability. I imagine her having hummingbird like abilities. Flying at such a fast rate it can change the force of wind itself, etc etc etc (running on coffee an headaches atm sorrie) but she KNOWS something. She knows the foh is fucked up. She knows its dictating the definition of right an wrong, but she doesnt have the power (YET!!!!!!) to kill them from the inside out.

- heros who are seen as the light amongst the city, vigilantes who are the underbelly of a growing problem/an antibiotic refusing to kill the infection, and singular villain who wants to put a stop to it for all. God. I am jn love with this au im sorry can u tell

- and then theres fucking SPIDER MAN. nobody knows who he may work for since, by the logic of q city, if your a vigilante, your working for someone else directly related to the foh, and being sponsored as such. But theres no calling for spiderman, theres even active "have you seen this person" signs around the city, marking them as a non verbalized threat to the standing of foh. Cellbits key.

- now he needs to convince his friends to help him find spiderman. For....... research. Yes. Totally. He wishes to interview spiderman in hopes to figure out "who he works for", which not really. Hes not the best at lying, nor was he really trying. He wants to crack down the foh to its rotten core.

- he even tries to ask roier for help at some point, right? He talks about the signs around the city, says its a shame that hes on a watch list- and how he swings around to actively web heros against the walls to stop them from hurting another person.

- and its convinent theyre on a coffee date (cellbit didnt even notice, roier did, an hes just awkwardly like... hahahahabah thats really weird why would spiderman stop him but also yeah i get that- why would thet get rid of MY hero <:((("

- cellbits subconsciously like. Shit. Pretty boy is pouting about the vigilante. More reason to find the motherfucker.

SORRY ITS SO LONG ENJOY THE RAMBLEEEE

WOW OKAY so let’s see:

1. It’s a lot like the Federation from the canon qsmp, but it’s also more overtly focused on ‘Protecting the City’ from superpowered threats. It stepped in to fill the shoes of the former police state, and by getting rid of the majority of police officers it both opened up opportunities for villains (and thus heroes and thus the Federation) and for heroes (see: previous parentheses.) The founder is anonymous, a “Mister Duck”.

2. I’m actually lowkey playing by MHA rules. Basically, at some point a couple of decades ago, kids started being born with superpowers. It was the more obvious ones that were discovered first, like a girl in France being born with little duck wings. Cellbit’s ability is less obvious, but his parents were constantly overly worried about him because babies and children are always very very scared of everything. Eventually he realized what was up when he was around nine or ten, but he didn’t really tell anybody because even back then he knew that he would “get in trouble” for it.

3. As for villainy, it was an accident. He needed money after his parents died (of sudden heart attacks, and he pretends he doesn’t know what that actually means), and he isn’t a very intimidating guy on his own, so he kinda… helped himself out a little. And it worked super well, so he kept doing it. And he kept doing it. And then he started going a bit overboard with it and the people he was robbing started dying, too.

4. And as for the murder, Cellbit and the hero were both civilians when they got into an argument. The hero, new to the whole thing, ended up using their ability and actually attacked him. He attacked back, notably without using his ability, and he accidentally killed them. The Feds were NOT happy about this, so they messed with the court proceedings and got him sent to prison for three years. But, hey, at least he got therapy there?

5 and 6. Jaiden is 100% working with the Federation in this au. She and Spider-Man are taking very different approaches to what is fundamentally the same issue here. I think her ability is more parrot-y, but she does work for them now. (It’s a very recent development.)

8-10. Spider-Man is a fan-favorite and the Federation does NOT appreciate him ruining their image!! And he knows that he isn’t well liked by them at the moment, and he doesn’t care because it’s fine if Spider-Man dies. He has a job to do, and he is going to do it.

11-end. And it’s a good thing that Cellbit is such a big Spider-Man fan! It’s something Roier thinks they can use to bond. Definitely. Bonding.

…Can you tell superhero aus are my guilty pleasure lol

[oddballcobblebot]

GOTHAM NYGMOBBLEPOT HEADCANONS!! ☂️❔

hiii !!!!! i luvv telling people my headcanons so here are some of mine!!

☂️ STARTING WITH OSWALD!! 🐧

he's autistic and has bpd!!

he struggles with textures related to his suits so he tries to get them all in a favorable texture, he loves silk and satin, cant stand velvet

left handed

he struggles with impulsive suicidal/self harm ideation due to bpd, when triggered by things he can spiral easily and become overwhelmed which causes the impulsive ideation

he likes most foods but finds some absolutely unbearable and refuses to eat them.

he has anger issues from his autism!! he gets overwhelmed which turns into rage (like me)

he lovess food, he loves trying food and is willing to eat anything ed makes about 98% of the time

if his clothes feel too restricting he will wear ed's because theyre bigger on him, but only around the house, never anywhere else

he's always been chubby even from childhood!! and was fat moreso season 5 and onward, especially after finale!

he struggles with gender identity but chooses not to label himself much, but if it were put into a term, mainly genderfluid. he uses both she/her and he/him interchangeably. lesbian freak. she is also uniromantic and is only in love with ed!!!

he has a very low self esteem and has a hard time looking in mirrors sometimes, especially after hurting his eye

he gets headaches very often but they aren't very debilitating. they are usually triggered by potent scents and lights

(secret headcanon i have he has POTS shhh)

he sometimes smokes weed when the pain in his leg is too much to handle and pain medication isn't helping

he wont ever say it, but he loves being cared for

❔ EDWARD NYGMA TIME!!! 🦉

he has npd, autism, and osdd!! he is a narc but not in the eww narcissists way, in the actual personality disorder way!!

severe sensory issues, especially towards lights and textures

hates the texture of grass

right handed

needs a near constant stream of npd supply, even if its in small ways like praising his riddles, ideas, calling him smart, etc

oswald listening to him intently is like a form of supply for him, feeling listened to is like supply

he uses she/her and he/him interchangeably like oswald, and discovered her gender identity in arkham (the last time she went for a decade...sad face), transgender lesbian!!

very very selective and picky with foods

loves to take care of oswald and cook, cooking makes it easier to cater to both of their texture needs, but they do occasionally eat out

loves infodumping to oswald about riddles and whatever is interesting him

nerm swana (turkish + arab specifically) !!

if oswald is smoking for leg pain u best bet ed is joining in!!!!!

loves to listen to oswald talk alot

he loves loves loves cats and pets the strays around gotham

he didnt ACTUALLY hate that oswald named his dog after him and found it quite endearing

🐧☂️ TOGETHER!!!!!1! NYGMARBLEPOT ❔🦉

they both love having meals together and talking about future endeavors

oswald runs the iceberg lounge after the finale, edward is also a co owner

they spend a lot of time together

oswald sleeps on the left side of the bed, edward on the right

edward helps oswald a lot when hes having problems with anger, he tries to be more logical rather than just trying to tell him to "calm down." trying to give him a solution and talking it through helps oswald more

oswald keeps candles and dim lights around the manor to help with ed's sensory problems related to lights, as well as to prevent headaches for himself too

edward helps oswald with his leg a lot, like reminding him to take medications or use his cane when needed. he is always there to remind oswald its okay to need help with things time to time

they both love listening to eachother

oswald likes drinking more than ed does, he loves gin and tonic, frozen margaritas, and martinis. ed prefers not to drink, but doesnt mind a martini either. ed doesnt drink on his own, only with oswald really

oswald became an occaisonal smoker after blackgate, using it to calm any anxiety he gets. ed doesnt like it that much and hates the smell, but he bears with it for oswalds sake. doesnt mean he doesnt try to get him to stop, though

edward loves oswalds size and constantly compliments him, he loves oswald no matter what weight he is and never comments on his body negatively ever

they both have tons of bodily scars

they are both very physically affectionate with eachother but dont really like being touched by other people at all, both are very touch avoidant when it comes to anyone but eachother

both use fem terms on eachother and refer to eachother with she/her a lot!! they both love being fem in private

ed's special interest is riddles and oswald's is penguins!!! eds always loved riddles and puzzles, while oswald learned more about them after the title was bestowed upon him. he also loves sharks!!!

THEY R IN LOVE!!!!! !!!!

thats all. bye bye!!

[houndfaker]

i know ive touched on it before but it really is just so appealing to me how like, probably what makes me so crazy about kym is just kind of where each of them stands in relation to mitsuru.

you have yukari who is an unexpected match to mitsuru. they are reflections of each other and it takes both of them incredibly long to actually come to terms with that.

and then you have kikuno who is like. an echo of mitsuru. mitsuru's one goal in life was doing absolutely anything in her power to protect the thing that mattered to her the most: her father. kikuno's one goal in life is doing absolutely anything in her power to protect the thing that matters to her the most: mitsuru.

mitsuru omits important information about shadows that she's aware of for the sake of her goal. she isnt fully honest with her teammates, her eventual friends who she has to trust her life with in battle. kikuno deceives for the sake of her goal. mitsuru is the person she cares most about, and she betrays her for what she perceives to be her own good.

mitsuru insists on the belief that sees is only united by the goal to eliminate the shadows, despite the love she's come to have for them all she clings to what feels like logical fact because the idea of burdening them with herself when she cant offer them anything anymore is so scary. kikuno insists on the same exact belief, that sees was only united by the goal to eliminate the shadows, and for that reason its foolish to return to them. to return to battle, where she could die just as her father had.

and while mitsuru is the one who presents the idea that theyre both incorrect in that belief in the first place, its yukari who changes kikuno's mind. yukari is proof that mitsuru is correct to have faith in her friends, to love her friends, to be stubbornly loyal and protective of them despite the present uncertainty of what brought them into each other's lives in the first place. (and yukari is the most active in showing mitsuru that, too! we see as much at the kyoto riverbank.)

and kikuno has a particular fondness of yukari as a result of that, even if its usually accompanied by teasing, she has gratitude towards her for being the person that opened her mind.

and yknow. it is mutual. eventually. however brief the moments are.

idk idk obviously the circumstances for each of their actions are very different but i will never get over just how much the way that mitsuru carries herself influences kikuno whether either of them realize it or not.

shes watched mitsuru tear herself apart to protect takeharu longer than anyone. its no surprise that shes so snappy and intense and protective of her the entire time she's home. she positions herself as the person that takes care of mitsuru where mitsuru doesnt care for herself.

and you have to consider beyond the overall 'she loves her that is the person she would die for' she just watched mitsuru shatter from pursuing and failing what she saw as the meaning of her life. and kikuno takes extreme measures to ensure it wont happen to her next.

and just ohh kikuno finally back to being completely in her element with the reassurance that mitsuru is safe that mitsuru has someone trustworthy looking out for her. its a sliver of faith despite all the risks. its learning what mitsuru had to learn, taught to her by mitsuru and the one who taught mitsuru, too. its insane. i wish they'd all explode. that's all

[catboygirljoker]

Genuinely curious; you got any headcanons for like random eccentricities/foibles for the Org13 or anyone else?

regrettably most of my headcanons tend to be on a broader characterization/thematic level, ideas about how characters relate to each other and the world and themselves. the droves and droves of hyperspecific headcanons i have about xigbar are primarily from turning him over in my hands so many times trying to figure out what the Fuck is going On with him. i dont really get deep into the weeds of little details until i feel i have a strong idea of who a character is as a person

i have got a random grab bag of headcanons here for ya, though i think theyre not exactly what you had in mind. i tried to avoid mentioning xigbar as much as possible because if i didn't it'd just turn into a xigpost.

in order from mostly a joke to more serious and thought out:

dark riku is a teenage reddit atheist type who disguises his discomfort with swearing by claiming that people only swear if their vocabularies arent big enough to come up with something smarter to say. vanitas is an undiagnosed untreated unsupported AuDHD problem child who swears every other word and plays with lighters and knives. they cant be left alone in a room with each other because they Will try to kill each other.

there have been way more organization members than we've seen, like, maybe there were originally 13 org members. axel just killed all the others so saix would rise in the ranks. the only people we see in the org either dont pose a threat or are taken out as soon as they do. everyone always asks "how is demyx in the org if he's so lazy?" when the answer is that he survived because he's lazy.

(xigbar is the one exception in that he's definitely a threat, but he's frustratingly difficult to blackmail or kill or otherwise neutralize. xaldin is a follower more than a leader and dedicated to his duties; lexaeus the same. vexen doesnt want power, hes just here for science, he just wants funding. demyx ive mentioned. luxord's just here to play poker. and well we see what happens to the rest.)

saix directly modeled himself after xemnas and is as devoted to him as axel is to saix. i feel like if you compare isa's hair in bbs to his hair in 2+, you can make the argument that saix has styled his hair to resemble xemnas's. in 3 we see him in full berserk mode standing obediently at xemnas's heel without budging an inch as he watches his best friend get hurt.

(worth noting that i imagine we are meant to understand that saix is just, like, a good employee, he wants power in the org so he works hard to attain it and is obedient in pursuit of that. i think there are even scenes were it seems like saix doesnt fully trust xemnas. but i like making it fucked up and dependent. sue me)

xemnas doesnt really feel like hes entirely there. you look into his eyes and its like hes looking a little past you. hes a shell of a shell of a shell, the nobody of a botched possession who had vague experiments done on him. all he seeks and all he cares about is kingdom hearts and he barely remembers why. the only time he's actually present or displays any concrete personality or will is when he's exerting that will over someone. contrast the spacey floatiness of any of his long-winded monologues with how suddenly laser-focused he is on destroying axel in 3.

i made a post where i reference the platonic threefold structure of the soul [boo hiss]—if xemnas is just the Head and Belly, divested from the chest, nothing but pure carnal hunger for kingdom hearts and the higher logical means of attaining it, ansem SoD is just the Chest, the irrational emotional yearning for kingdom hearts. thats why he has nothing to do with the org or xemnas, he's kind of a rogue element doing his own thing. since he's the inverse of xemnas, the two of them cant work together, the same way you couldnt play a chess game with a rabid dog

anyway thank you foibles anon ! i hope you like this post anyway even if im sure its not what you expected

[castingcomets]

If you don't try (not "succeed," but try, even idly) to grasp every character's perspective then you're watching a movie wrong. If you don't care to follow every character's motives in a book then you're reading it wrong. It is just standard operating procedure to set time aside to try to wrap your mind around the situation and what the characters must be thinking and feeling right ? You take time to try to understand what the author has shared with us and what they didn't, what they want us to understand. You take time to evaluate if the author may have been careless about something, or if that was the point. You take time to ponder what you have just seen and even the various ways that that may affect different audiences. You take into consideration who the audience is intended to be and how that affects the voice.

This is just basic this is just standard operating procedure. No matter what school classes you've had you would have just arrived here naturally eventually. You do NOT "get it right" all the time or often or Ever. But you always try, otherwise how are you .. watching it? Understanding it? It's not compelling if it makes no sense surely??

You just learn this in your life this is just basic and common. You learn that different perspectives will prompt different actions. You argue with your siblings and figure out that they are just as impassioned as you. One day you're where they were standing and you understand that what other people want actually does make sense to you. You try to yell back at your father and he grills you without mercy for how little you know, and you learn quickly and immediately to never interject into an argument unless you have all the facts. Those facts serving of course as key character motivations, of which if you HAD, you could understand others' feelings and minds better.

Emotionally immature Gen X parents who love trump. They equate being uncomfy with moral superiority and objectivism.

I cant watch a movie with my father because he is convinced that all women are willful manipulators who just want money. He cant understand a world where he isnt the victim, or that other people may feel the victim same as he feels. He barely questions anything. He doesnt follow the feelings and motivations of the characters at all. The men are either badass for being clever or coldly logical, or they're stupid for getting involved with women; and all the women are going to personally hurt him and use him. It's a pitiful and sad thing, like seeing a cat worsen its stuck claw by pulling, to see how truly LITTLE he understands that all of this is just what HE sees, how LITTLE he knows his own ROLE in his experience. My mother is no better. She hates the bad guys and likes the good guys.

YOU GUYS AGREE THAT IM NOT SAYING ANYTHING TOO BIG HERE RIGHT? THIS IS JUST 101? RIGHT? When we watch Anything we are able to or we try to understand the characters enacting the plot? In our own way? And we at least try to understand them from where we think the author may be coming from? The author always believes in their characters, otherwise they'd be writing flat ones. Right guys? This is familiar to you?

I am of course personally slighted by all this because it was growing up in HIS house that taught me very young the importance of the "objective fact" of the other people's perspective; that their reality is as good as the only reality to them, and that theirs is as good as mine, and if reality isnt honorable and objective than what is ... what's objective is inherently subjective and we all just respect that.

But we all get that and it's my shit ass parents who lack media literacy and critical thinking and emotional intelligence who are the outliers right ?!??!

This isnt major and I'm far from being an academic about any of this . I just understand enough to know that I'm wearing SOME sort of lense, and that that affects my viewing, and I know that if I get that stuck tense feeling of Not Getting It, then that means that... I'm not getting it, not that it doesnt make sense but just that I'm not personally resonating. I know that I'm missing something. And my impulse is to find it.

Mad becasue I'm angry I csnt stand that self-satisfied blindness I mean how could you LIVE like that

[fairuzfan]

Oh no That's not what I meant. We should feel bad. Because she let us see ourselfs in a story that wasn't meant for us and she just used us. I meant that she only used knowledge shared and discovered by poc to give "depth" to her characters and used us for marketing. But we were never part of the main story. For me it is just as bad. We are just a token that she can use as she sees fit but she will never talk about us. For that reason I remind myself constantly that Suzanne was never on my side. Her story was for her people because in her words, she wants them to "evolve from choosing war as an option." But for us, we are not even allowed to see it as an "option." War is something that others send to our doorstep and we have no say in it.

This is perfectly worded oh my goodness, and I totally agree.

I think in my analysis in the beginning, I saw the similarities of the story and it might have been niave of me to assume that she sympathized and assumed that oppressed people were in the right. But these past few asks and the interview with her really changed my perspective on the story.

I agree, she definitely is using the concept of "war" to imply some moral standing without recognizing exactly how that impacts the people directly affected. I had felt it throughout the story as well but I was willing to excuse it and I'm starting to think that was wrong of me.

Like with the Vietnam War veteran story, she talked about how "worried" she was for her dad... but she didn't mention at all how her dad was pretty relatively safe and dropping bombs on a country halfway across the world. The Vietnamese had no right to resist in her opinion, or at least thats the way it sounded.... and the real sadness, to her, is that she worried for her father when she was six and not that her father participated in a killing campagin. Honestly, it feels like an echo of Israeli logic. What about the people the bombs were dropped on? What about the people in the Iraq war who suffered for no other reason than for oil? What about the people who suffer under oppression?

She used the idea of revolution of an everyday person, who everyone thought was indigenous coded, so that she could paint this story of "war is bad" and that the continued oppression is bad also but you know, it's never ok to start war. I had seen another interview with her about how she mentioned she wrote the books to examine what is necessary to "wage war" and that the people of the districts "had a reason" but the ending doesn't feel like that all the way.

I don't know if you read it but "Against the Loveless World" by Susan Abualhawa, who is Palestinian, also deals with revolution and resisting. Honestly, like, it's one of my favorite books ever even more than Hunger Games (which is going lower and lower by the minute lol) and in that, the book ends with a sense of love that was missing from the Hunger Games ending, which feels a little more moral in its judgement.

You're right, it was intentional the way she used liberation movements to enact a sort of echo in modern history without actually examining who conducts these liberation movements and why. She illustrates Mockingjay as a purely class struggle and neglects to mention how "whiteness" as a concept plays a part in perpetuating that class struggle.

Also the fact that District 11 explicitly has Black people working the fields (which that's a whole problem in itself, that a white woman wrote that in and that she doesnt think they are capable of revolting and owning their own future) means there is ethnicity but she doesn't want to examine the concept of "whiteness" in her book because she doesn't think it plays a part in waging war. Which truly makes it seem senseless like she claims. To me, War is senseless but because there was no reason to oppress to begin with. The war itself is not senseless — there is a purpose, but the events preceeding the war didn't have any other reason than selfishness and greed. That in itself is the really tragic part of war. It's like "I had to lose everything for you to see me as a human and why is that? Why couldnt you respect me before all this?" Collins removes the agency and even existence from the people being oppressed by painting a "war is bad" narrative and not "oppression is bad" one, like you say.

Honestly, I had assumed she wrote in the perspective of Katniss because she wanted to really make it personal in illustrating how indigenous populations suffer greatly under oppression but now with your message of that quote, I think it was solely for selfish reasons where she didn't want to examine the impact it has on people in the modern day.

"War" is not some abstract concept. It is a result of various factors of circumstances. War is terrible not necessarily solely for the war itself, which might be bloody and terrible, but more specifically for the reasons that those wars were waged.

In the Iraq war, it was waged on Iraq for no reason other than the US's greed and the Iraqis paid dearly with their lives. It ruined people even if they didn't die. And what's most tragic is that they are expected to live with the consequences of the US' decision and to move on. The Vietnam War for similar reasons, though not for oil.

The fault should be with the oppressors — not the people whose humanity isnt recognized.

I want to apologize, though, if I hurt anyone with my messages in the beginning, making it seem like I think that you are equal to your oppressors for resisting both in the America's and throughout the world. It was a pretty shallow analysis and I didn't examine the way the biases might hurt actual people.

[mistresssofdarkness]

Hi, I want to know your opinion on this , since you like sanemi .

https://youtube.com/shorts/Nx2zk8L5L4M?feature=shared

Thank you for this ask as it will bring awareness regarding it , My heartfelt apologies as this will be a long post

I cant stand this , but I cant expect a lot from people like that . Anyone who likes Sanemi Shinazugawa , please understand how untrue this is because it's nowhere mentioned in Canon that he did that. "Sanemi was a drinker before joining the Demon Slayers." That's fanon , there's no proof to it .

Yes, I have read light novel related to gakeun , where he is said to be drinking with colleges , but you have to understand the context , that was celebration among colleges, not raging alcoholic habit.

You might say "oh but have you seen him he looks like he has something going on "(people always joke about him being on drug) There are certain things that Chronic stress can do to a person (yes other hashiras have it too) but I am going to talk about sanemi for now.

The first time he was introduced he was furious (This is a crazed expression for people with non art background).

A crazed expression in art is used , to convey intense, often negative emotions like fear, madness, anguish, or extreme distress allowing the artist to powerfully depict a subject's psychological state through exaggerated facial features and distorted body language. It's a way to visually communicate a raw, subjective emotional experience beyond simply depicting a scene realistically.

But remember its an expression , he doesnt look like that all the time, but people had a hard time accepting that since first impressions are last one for most people who can look beyond .

and people made this meme of him , I was really disappointed with this. while these are supposed to be jokes , but it shows peoples thoughts.

But what I think is , he just came back from a long mission, already tired , because if you remember correctly all the other hashiras were already present there and sanemi enters a little late which means he came back ,(just like him and obanai came back during hashira training arc in anime only) ,but this time its only for him to see this foolery happening . He was like, "Let me prove how she is just like all the other demons who lie. This moron here thinks she is different, and he believes her , due to his brotherly love for her. May be he is feeding her dead humans to keep under control somehow , which won't last forever ". (Anyone who has read Signpost of the wind knows )

I am convinced he was thinking he was a detective in his mind shedding light on the truth cause the man is suspicious and distrustful he has every right to be , but who sides him : Obanai ,( besides most of the hashira were against Nezuko , but they didnt do anything actively about it ). I think being exposed to abuse does that to a person to strive for justice at any cost , which is what these two did .

If you go with the main storyline , he was 15 when he was destroyed completely by the event that changed him forever . What did he do after that ? He went out and made practical use of his own feelings . That decision still needs a lot of logic (with control and suppressing of emotions) . If he can make that decision , do you think he would be willing to touch the poison that dissolved his life , his family , everything that wanted or he could be . I don't know how people even think . Sure some kids of alcoholics follow into that path ( that's an extreme situation with complexity and comparatively rare case ) , but that cant be him since he sided with his mother and siblings from the start to "be the man of the house "since the current man is nothing but a curse to their lives . So that's why he self-destructs as an atonement efficiently through his work .

[toestalucia]

Vania: Mommy… You're watching, right? Are you happy too? Choice: She is, no doubt.

critical damage. but the fate ep parent hell didnt end there, i am so sorry for reading petras so late cuz hellooo?!?!?

Petra: (If the true Andras is somewhere in the Abyssal Forest, then that's also where Mother's journey would have ended. Will she be there? What would I even say to her? Should I ask her why she abandoned me? Or should I… No, I can't think about that now. I have to concentrate on stopping Andras.)

Karla: I have regrets. There are many things that I still want to do. That I was not able to be a mother to Petra hurts most of all. More than anything else, I wanted to be there to see her grow up…

Petra: It's not fair… Saying goodbye like this… How am I supposed to stay angry at you?

the (captain) io petra club of parents who left them to do something rly cool(save ppl). the added fact that with vanias situation where gran doesnt have any memory of their mother & what walfrid shared was very vauge and doesn't know either if their mom is dead or alive (rising hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha). also last years holiday seasonal with yaia & her mother.......like i truly think that its a dialogue option that becomes a lot more personal from captain, because even if gran has no knowledge about their mom & thus mentions her a lot less / doesn't have the same type of loneliness about her as they do with their dad, it's still pretty clear that they were curious as a kid & wondered what was up with their family. so i feel its very..............im sure she's watching, because thats what im hoping for my mom too. yknow.

as for petra that section felt terrible cuz. like i KNEW it was there, i knew about petras lore. i knew she was in a similar situation as captain & io. but having her voice it like this..........'should i ask her why she abandoned me' LIKEEEEEEEEEE....that epic scene in no rain no rainbow that they reused for and you (i think it was????) with captain crying & being comforted by vyrn with very similar questions. the anime s2 too. ugh.....u better keep dad alive. makes act3 such a heartache too since they fell to the edgelands as dad left, found out estalucias real name, found out repti had known dad & that? the last thing anyone has seen of dad is very likely him standing in front of the omnipotent(s clone) ?????? which makes me so damn dizzy in consideration of dad arriving at zinkenstill alone with captain & mom (&dads) position with bahamut. going to estalucia.....dad........ yeah my dad is at this fabled island oh no he met a being whose radiance blinded repti & even seeing it from the mask hurt hailaks eyes is he ok we dont know we can just push forward oh no the sky is broken. LIKEEEEEE ???? not to mention seed of redemption (which IS set after/around edgelnads right........i heard water lecias fate eps reference some stuff......which EVEN MORE makes sense of captains reaction of running away like they JUST missed their own dad & met mika&shitori who dad was telling stories to and whatnot + finding out either before or after whats actually up with their family. like the emotions are in SHAMBLES during that. adding on borrowing/using the omnipotents power during heart of the sun like. can i. can we. ???????????? do u get me. desperately holding onto anything that lets them be closer to their dad, even if it the logic doesnt make sense.

'how am i supposed to stay angry at you' petra im gonna be ill. i love you so much. desperately need a 'left behind by our parents' login story. ill read the lvl100 fate tmrw i cant deal with this rn<//3

in grans case especially & how i write them i think the 'i understand that my parents are likely doing something very very important' and 'i wish they werent/i wish they choose me instead' are sooooo messy..............lov things like that. love petras dialogue. love how gran can understand her wholeheartedly in that moment, even if she doesnt speak of it.

[fishbians]

second gen grief is sometimes like this.

my mother calls me telling me she wants to break the news to me first. some of my cousins are logical, and some are extremely emotional. my uncle who has been bedridden for what feels like (and probably has been) almost two decades is being moved to hospice today. she avoids the medical reasons. i ask her, mom, what is the cause? she relucantly tells me he has sepsis, and he at some point had a heart attack. his heart is operating at 20% capacity. i tell her, would you like me to fly down? i can be there as soon as tuesday. she doesnt want me to be bothered. she is the youngest of six and the mother of her siblings ever since teta died in 2007. she never gets time to grieve. havent we all been grieving his slow death for twenty years? or have we been avoiding coming to terms with it? was it his arab stubbornness that befelled him? an arab family lifts each other up, no matter the cost, but each individual can be so prideful and refusing the family bites at itself, over and over again. an arab family's relentless love heals its own self-inflicted wounds. i remember how stubbornly he refused physical therapy when he had his heart anyeurism. i was eight. he had to be taught to eat and drink and speak. my uncle, bursting with gregariousness and energy and light and anger and recklessness, could not stand to be so low. im sitting in the walmart parking lot. its sunny and warm. arab men can be entitled, this is true. my mom single handedly ran his business, underpaid, run into the ground, while he traveled the world. but at 15, he left home because he could not stand his father. mom tells me he wants his ashes scattered in thailand. who will take him there? i think about how jidu brandished his gun at the boys when they were young. what is dying with him? there is violence, and there is relentless love. how many times must i watch my mother delay her grief? she turns 60 this month. i grieve, because i am not shown my role. there is so much they want to bury. how do i lift them up? i cannot make our foods, because i was never taught. i cannot play our music, because it creates too much pain. am i entitled to these things? are they my right? in grief, i grieve times two. my uncle is dying of sepsis. he will not be cognizant. what will die with him? arab love is stubborn. no matter the cost, it will be there. my mother says do not worry, dont fly down. im looking at flights today. how could she forget? no matter the cost, i will be there.

[sneezemonster15]

Some people think they are being feminist by writing Sakura and Hinata out of character.

Fanfic writers being straight aside, I feel like there is a fear of being called mysogynist if the female characters are portrayed in any bad light so even queer writers write them ooc and it makes Sasuke and Naruto appear like assholes. Saw some writers tagging their fic "not for sakura or hinata fans" as if they are about to write the worst thing about those girls and its just those characters acting like they would in this specific situation.

Recently I saw some Sakura/SS stans tweeting about how writing fanfics where SNS cheat is problematic and disrespectful. As if gay people who have no choice but getting married to people they arent attracted to have any choice. Thats a real thing that happen irl and that doesnt make gay ppl assholes, just victims of society.

I have observed fandoms for a while and it feels like people use feminism as an excuse to dogpile on mlm shippers. They rarely (or never) call out mlf shippers who exhibit hatred for female characters they dont like.

Yes, that does seem to be the case.

Ever since I joined this fandom, I have felt whacked left and right by seeing what people understand by feminism and the way they regard homosexuality. It's like 20th century never happened. Like fandom was the last space I thought to be this backward, outdated and unwilling to learn.

I seriously doubt whether these SS and NH fans are adults. They don't sound like one. And if they are, I really don't know what kind of trauma they have been through or what kind of upbringing they have received to be this entitled, insensitive and violent. Like girl, chill. Or see a professional. Whatever works.

Yeah, I have heard that some writers write Sakura and Hinata as nice women because they are afraid of being called misogynists. Well. They need to learn to stand their ground. That would be their coming of age in the context lol. These ss and nh crazies would come after you no matter what you do, they don't have the capacity to be logical or discerning. You can't expect rationality or normal sensibilities from SS and NH stans, they are unhinged. No seriously, I am not kidding when I think some of them need to see a professional. Or get a credible confidante at least that can guide them properly. I am sorry but if they are the kind of people writers wanna please so as not to be attacked by them, they are living in fool's paradise. If those are the kind of people you set your bets off on, you are setting yourself up for failure. And wronging a lot of responsible and mature readers who decided to put their trust in you. Media is not an isolated medium, as its name suggests. You are accountable for what you put out there because it influences people, vulnerable, suggestible, impressionable, and naive people who would believe whatever is told to them. Especially in a fandom space that is populated by mainly very young people. Who aren't capable of introspection or critical evaluation. Spreading false ideas and all around ooc shit about Sakura and Hinata is not doing anyone a favor. Least to yourself, if you are serious about writing. Learn how to write your truth, learn how to be authentic. Develop your voice. This is your space to learn and evolve, stay true to yourself, and if you are pandering to stupid people, it's no one's fault but your own. Lol who gets paid for writing fanfics here? What is it or who is it that you represent huh? Who are you doing it for?

See the scope of damage you are causing by writing Sakura and Hinata as ooc, it has larger ramifications than just that. Recognize the kind of validation you give SS and NH stans by writing ooc shit, and how it backfires. You are encouraging misogyny, homophobia and heteronormativity yourself if you write them as ooc, plain and simple. The moment you write Sakura and Hinata as nice, empathetic characters, you are denigrating Naruto and Sasuke's characters and trivializing what they had to suffer through. Their world is a reflection of the real world, don't forget. If you write those two women as good, it's pretty clear you don't truly respect what queer communities have to go through in a conservative society, ie, if you consider yourself a person who puts your hand where your mouth is. Yes offence. Either you don't respect it or you don't get it but write dogshit anyway without doing any soul searching or research, neither of which is a comforting idea. And if you write it anyway because you just love the accolades so much, well shows your standards if you care for approval from strange people you have never seen, and who would fail spectacularly in the real world. Don't give anyone power over you who doesn't deserve it, least of all NH and SS stans. Respect yourself and gay narratives.

[highly-illogical]

hes not the same as TOS spock bc hes young! he's angry! he feels too much and doesnt have the experience of human contact (aside from his mother) to help him regulate that and show him that emotions are an okay thing to have.

hes raw in ways that TOS spock is able to handle better bc hes been on that damn ship among all these illogical humans for longer (also his entire planet got retconned so youll have to forgive him for that)

quinto did a fantastic job of playing a spock that doesnt really know who he is yet, who wants desperately to be vulcan and also wants desperately to feel at home somewhere. anywhere.

a spock who clings to the rules because rules are logical. if you follow them, then no one can tell you that you're wrong.

and then here comes jim kirk with his self satisfied smirk and smashes that entire thing to pieces. here's jim kirk installing a virus into his test in order to beat it, backchatting starfleet command at his own disciplinary hearing, sneaking his way onto the enterprise and somehow landing the position of first officer as captain pike- spock's captain- waltzes into certain death to keep his crew safe.

jim has broken arguably every rule. he flaunts protocol. he's loud, brash and damn near unlikeable and yet he keeps winning. spock doesn't understand.

now spock is acting captain and rules are meaningless. hes following protocol to a T and it's not working. his planet collapses in on itself, more than half his race is wiped out, his mother dies in front of him and he has to keep going. the bridge crew follow his orders but its clear they dont like him all that much. jim presses and pushes until something gives and he maroons him in a desperate bid to distance himself from feeling. from everything that jim is because he can't afford it. the crew does not like him any more for this choice.

and just when hes maybe getting a lid on things, maybe dragging the last shreds of self control around himself here's jim fucking kirk, screaming at him about how he can't feel and how he's an emotionless machine and all the bleeding inside of him screams right back that he does. he feels so much and it hurts so terribly (back away from me, mr. kirk) and he wants nothing more in that moment to make jim hurt as well so he does.

he doesn't realise what he's done until he feels jim's pulse beneath his fingers and hears his ragged breathing on the silent bridge.

^^ right here is some of my favorite acting in the movie, the way that spock lets go of him and stands on shaky legs, eyes fixed on nothing in particular and in this moment of weakness, he falls back on protocol again. "doctor, i am unfit for command." he tells mccoy and he steps away, haunted. quinto absolutely ate that shit up.

the difference between TOS spock and AOS spock is that TOS spock is selective with his violence. he understands that it is necessary though he doesn’t enjoy it and will use the minimum amount required.

AOS spock will rock your shit and top your boyfriend

[finitevoid]

By kh3 hes like borderline jaded. certainly existential in ways that remind me a lot of vanitas himself .

On the contrary silvers trend is that hes softening up a lot. hes being given the space and company to process things now. I wish it happened in the games but ill take it. You know i generally don't have too much issue with the theoretical direction idw is taking with silver on a lot of things. i dont like his dialogue and interactions. its extremely off. But i agree its interesting to see him in a context where he doesnt have to worry about his future and yeah i agree he’d loosen up a bit (A LITTLE BIT…. PLEASE I MEANT A LITTLE BIT) and have anxiety attacks sure. Sonic channel my beloved has quite a few stories with him in lower stakes situations and the way hes written there feels a lot truer to him. Its :| autism not uwu autism. Sega of japan thank you so much for being so real please post another silver story ? one where he has to resort to cannibalism in the future i think thatd be funny as fuck. Maybe hire me

silver actually seemingly needs a lot of emotional support to make decisions in difficult situations (like blaze) and while thats thematically similar to ven’s situation, ven doesnt hesitate to do crazy shit if he thinks he needs to . would you say silver is ever reckless. hes def irritable/easily frustrated yeah?

silver doesnt “need” emotional support to do what he does given hes been alone his whole life fighting iblis. Hes very quick on the draw when it comes to action actually. Any hesitation/doubt is after the fact (times he vents to blaze in 06: after fighting iblis in the early game. blaze tells him to calm down after he punches a wall in agitation over the futility of fighting iblis. then after failing to kill sonic and raising an ethical question where blaze tells him hes going to have to kill anyway. Notably conclusions hes already arrived to. Its more that he needs to be redirected before he spirals. Theres similar interactions between silver and espio/blaze in idw). I will stand that silver has something of an emotional dependency on blaze (he literally says he cant go on without her. And blaze describes him as volatile when alone) but its not really to have blaze help him make decisions. Its a matter beyond his fighting. He has moments of doubt but is still described as almost supernaturally optimistic. Its uh also not just blaze things are shaping up between him and espio now (2 purple friend) but i dont like citing idw *continues to cite idw* 

I dont think its through a lack of consideration of the consequences of his actions (hes rather introspective) but rather a failure of his own logic that he does irrational things. He jumps to extremes too quickly and becomes obsessed with them. Yes he is irritable and easily frustrated. He is a little quick to attack people that set him off to a counterproductive extent. Overall yes he has his brand of recklessness

is this like a p5 “fate worse than death-ing our villains so hard that killing them wouldve been kinder” because If you think about it thats a kind of brutality all its own.

Yeah man that was weirdly brutal i wouldve thought it more in his style to straight up kill eggman nega rather than leave him trapped in rubble to die. I dont know if espios presence affected things there. Leaving eggman nega to die is definitely an espio thing its a faux deep lesson he loves that shit. Come to think of it silver didnt even react to eggman negas pleas. espio was like “You reap what you sow…” while Silvers literally goes “Ok. Bye espio.” Hey silvers friends are weird. Also as i said silver isnt one to show remorse to everyone! 

a) i asked this because ven’s stated personal goal is to become a keyblade master. i don’t know that i’d call ven ambitious exactly but the pursuit of power (in order to better serve his masters & the light) is absolutely a major part of his character. however his (relative) “weakness” is a major element of bbs as well. 

silver has no such thing. His grief around the futility of fighting iblis feels more a matter of circumstance and he tends to put much much more of the liability on his current actions rather than his state of being. as a character in the sonic franchise its a somewhat notable thing that never crosses silvers dialogue. Though he is shown to be rather confident in his strength. for good reason

hearing you describe silver’s selflessness and its intensity (like, a pure and genuine love for humanity itself)

Now that i think of it another thing between shadow and silver can be shadows misanthropy and the nature of humanitys relationship to what theyve gone through. We spoke about silver already but shadow explicitly struggles immensely with misanthropy. Shadow has been victimized by humanity, silver has been victimized with humanity. ventus and vanitas? Though “humanity” is a little more charged on the sonic side of things since shadow isnt a human so its kind of racial beef. Anything i say on silver would be purely speculative since he never makes any mention of distinguishing between mobians and humans though the fact hes lonely makes me think community wasnt easy to find in the future. Given hes rather extroverted id fault the people of the future here lol

after hearing all of this do you think we have a case for ventus being canon silver or are we reducing him to uwulver. vanitas shadow is a shoe-in even despite the whole sonic of it all.

We can make it work. I mean their personalities dont have to completely match. We’ve seen a silver with ventus’ personality in the form of uwuver so why not a ventus with silvers personality. But actually i think everyone should be paired up and have a silly time with each other. Silver and shadow are hedgehogs after all they make wonderful pets

1) i mean ultimately all characterizations can be compelling if written with care and thought but it seems like idw silver suffers moreso from the fact that the people writing him dont (or didnt? lol) seem to care much about portraying him as accurate to his origins, and was more worried about the specific archetype they wanted to portray. ultimately silver can soften up and chill out but if theyre portraying him as an entirely different archetype its going to feel wrong

2) hmm i think this is ultimately points in our favor because i think one of ven's main defining character traits is his recklessness. the biggest difference i'd say is that ven (during bbs' campaign) is relatively thoughtless about what hes doing/why/the consequences of it. Theres a reason vanitas is able to string him along so easily. silver by contrast is really introspective, but you're right in pointing out that this introspection always happens after that. and i did conflate his reliance on blaze with his decision making when in reality you're right he doesn't hesitate. this is cool because ven doesn't hesitate either .

3) while ven does his fair share of video game murder i cant say he fate-worse-than-deaths anyone except for arguably vanitas himself but it seems like (assuming vanitas exists in the current timeline because i dont think thats necessarily guaranteed My Tjeories) if he did get vani stuck in sora's heart it was unintentional

4) yeah he owned when we played the game you were freaking owning me

5) this is really interesting and i've been pondering it. i dont actually think vanitas would describe himself as human in any meaningful way (plus its canon to the novel that he doesnt need to eat because He Is Darkness or w/e). would ven? ambiguous. perhaps too ambiguous for kingdom hearts. he does describe himself as having been "sifted apart" in kh3 (referring to vanitas) but he also tries to appeal to vanitas by saying that "they should get to choose". in this scene he halfway implies that he wants to have darkness in his heart (ie to be a normal person) which says to me that he thinks of himself as distinct from "humans" as they exist in kh canon. why else would he say that the way forward for himself & vanitas is for himself to not be "just light" and to say that vanitas shouldn't be "just darkness". i think it would be way more interesting if he didnt consider himself human though so maybe im reaching

they've both definitely been victimized by humans though. vanitas specifically re: xehanort, but i honestly cannot believe i've gotten this far into detailed vv analysis and I haven't mentioned that ventus' dad tries to murder him 3/4's of the way through bbs. (to stop the x-blade from being formed.) vanitas has been psychologically and physically tortured by a human, and ventus has been stifled, sheltered and betrayed by one.

this is an interesting line of thinking bc ven and vani are probably the only kh characters i would describe as being genuinely inhuman. if you take kh's "every heart has both light & darkness" at face value then it really does imply ven and vanitas are a genuine affront to nature born of human cruelty. kinda shadow and silver of them

6) yeah ive actually been thinking about this and i think shadow would find vanitas annoying. ven makes friends with everyone though

[solardick]

Alright. Think im getting back to normal. Haven’t needed much in pills fir the last couple days. Sugarless monster drinks, yogurt and oatmeal. Doesnt fwel like i got dry fucked bloody.

Naybe we may go vack to tarot, if i havent exausted what i can make. Thinking of replacing the tower. Cause its sucks beinb connevted to the masculine “ patriarchy”

Well, or Ну, as well as one can be in a social prison.

Logic just released a new song today. Have ‘t heard it yet. Hope its as good as his last one.

Feels good though. Battling a desease or an issue. Unless its s scial issue. Then im fucked. Cause then one has the motovation to o aonething. Proavtice. Rererrerrrrrrrerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

The tower could be a throne. Cause everuone is meant to rule their own lives. Plus the russian side of the arguent. By pronounciation. Makes the emperor interchangeable. To the tower.

To something like this from a top google search. Though remove the femine jinx or whatever “they” are though, i do not like using they anymore. Fail to the missing plural Its.

The И is interesting. The play on mirage is neat. Are not to picture it as an И over an N. -> Fun.

Damage to the image of masculine. Is not.

To all those snigering ghosts. When one plays a magic word like sex. Are still machinating “their” image as plan.

There is not what do you mean? -A question mark that should be lacking a period. - thr product is effective, none thee least, only with a litle powtic flare.

Now ask, how do you feel? The question is as solid as heritage.

There is still a very dark tred in the field of these cards. With its own fear. Of approaching the experiences. The image of the woman wrestling thr lion. Is grotesque. Even if it can be viewed being attached to the throne. Or the tower. It’s… it shouldn’t be. A flaw.

The image of man raising, civilization, elevating or enduring its weight pressing down. The card used may be modified some to aid the positive projection. By association. But it’s a band aid. And easily manipulated however the artistry used. The backwards N used here. -Neat to whomever placed it out to find.- to the “emperor” in the land of forming “folklore” aside from the reality shown, in this world.

The word Fortitude, here, is a better fit over strength. When one compares to the various depictions of strength. While being taught that it used to be “fortitude. I have the card ive chosen for it. Plus its association to nationalism. Patriotism. It conforms to civil conditioning. Used in Unifying,-waites strength card,- a populace. Truth is here to those whom are unable to perform in a strict way aside from the natural, the word here is used selectively. Stand negative chance at collective effort.

When using N for its negative form. As in No and Negative. Compared to the russian Нет “ Nyet” shows the images of the lovers, the petulant fool, and the tower. No to that. Or if one adds in the Y of the judgement. It plays its own theme. The lovers judgement and the fools calamity.

The foreingcy, from without is locking it down to tongue.

This is why, i’ll say, that the lovers card works beautifully well, better, for the younger mind, being urged towards debauchery. Live alitle. “Yolo” ugh. The “judgement of an old man.” For its serves as wisdom. The job of the elderly, when as jesus,” serve to educate the young. It nestles well in the functional family upbringing. This being the third stage of life as taught by the church as the holy ghost completing the trinity. For they are foundational pillars that remain active on ones compass. Will one listen to every elder’s wisdom? Or the select ones one has confidence in?

, off track, being the lovers card is also taught a couple pages in as a Ball. An outting, of social class. And this works also. But negates the attention away from the sexual and desires. This could be an added card, for why not have both? The card will need to be selectively tied to the lovers card. By placement, or by number, or by letter. If it can be effectly tied in as a trinity itself (get it? It and a being, it and they) way too intentional)) it will have a heavier, weaving, impact as a whole.

Hahahah hah, awh,

And cause its cut short. The next one they olaced is this.

Okjust because. The line up.

Well, guess that influences my arguement to be true. With the encouraged throne card, and the positive union card.

But pray ignore those songs and the present curcumstances with abusive people.

While they continue to rape my existence.

The amount of lies i catch from them is mind blowing. Most of them if not allnof them involved.

The problem with this Д Т card. Numbering 5 and 20. Here the E fool is given the throne. 20 is Y the rulers judgement. Connects the personage of the fool to throne, to judgment, to tower. Coincidentally the russian and english alphebets both have the letter T on the same number. the judgement cards depeiction shows an open sky, above the throne to the people below. The judgement card is ambiguance to positive,-negative dispositions.

For most, a tower is the closest thing to a home. After the day, after work, when one retires or one invites, the home trumps all.

Grr

But, one needs a home. I havent seen it anywhere in any deck. Not a personal home. Only a collective one. But without the personal one there cant be a collective one. The letter Д≈D on an overlay are numbers 4, empress (seated) and 5 emperor. Or on the tarot as the emperor and the pope.

For the russian Дом, ≈ Dom, the word for home. Is written here, as rulership. And the english letter M here as machination. And not oracular. The english Home equals the lovers and the wheel. (‘machination) the extra letter brings the addition of the E-fool. Which plays itself in to equal the same as Д. Save for the little extra peace of lovers reflecting both the empress and emperor or Czar. Though with less emphasis on passion and more on heritage.

The letter t as seen above was an effort to bring as a signifier of the church or pope or hierophant however ya’ll judgy bastards want to call it. -While staying true russian pronunciation. Still have a hard time with Х. We don’t have that tongue movement in parlance. But… on the russian side of the arguement with what cards have been chosen. Not to be mistaken with reality. Is that the primer is H which is pronounced as N. as strength. So here it does olay in beautiful with waites image of strength. But it seems to be true of my image of fortitude bearing the weight of civilization. While bettering the demons that plague the goal. With И. Confusion.

One can just leave out the marseille card for strength and use it has the reversal of the U nion card of strength. Since the strength card here in question is being used as an overlay with another variation. Two tittle names may be given. Labeled as both strength and Union. And it will go unquestioned.

I thought of not putting numbers on them. Thr ability to distinguish the three layers of cards makes it multidynamic if one just wanted to use the tarot version, the english version or the russian version.

Though the number 16, as placed on the tower card is a significant one. Its the exact number of waking hours. As compared to 8 being the number of hours to sleep. Two times 8 is sixteen. But 1+6 is 7. It preceeds sleep. Sleep in this context is the afterlife and to number the chariot to 7, a usual bad omen if its not being labled as victory.

Nyway, weekend done, time to go back to being serrounded by self anointed enemies. Wonder what life is like not being surrounded by enemies. 39 years and counting. Guess i’ll never know. Thats all there is. And i wonder what it’s like having someone to talk to. Anyway. Same bs. Another day.

Я хочу домой

On a final personal note. I was squeezing hard, exercising those muscles, trying to offset that feeling of rot. And it felt like something moved or came out of the tissue wall, similar to pulling a splitter or squeezing out a big white head. And then the pain came back the next day. And now, it seems to be getting better. So, im guessing that a piece of… crap… uhm corn cernal or what have you that isually gets stuck in your gums got stuck in the tissue after the inflammation damage. Though those IBS pills did work some. Not all the time but did some.

And man, is Russian complicated with that grammar. Adide from that questions sound like statements and statements sound like questions. And in alot of these beginner cases. The only way to distinguish and question from a statement is in the tone of voice. Since a question ends with a high pitch, which signifies reception and the feminine. And a lower pitch signifies a rhetorical and the masculine.

For instance with Я хочу домой means i want to go home. Compared to Я хочу дом which means i want home. Grammar is different. I eat “Я ем”they eat “Вы едат.” So many different words meaning the exact same thing. The more i learn other languages the less satisfactory english becomes. Im still made at “it and they.” An It is not a self. Though im never going to learn why that is. Because information isnt free. And google is useless.

And, one goes to a doctor and they prescribe you something on guess work that isnt true. And you get it on your permanent record. No i don’t have clinical depression. I was just surrounded by assholes. It was probably all just apart of their long term plan to fuck with my existence. After quitting anti depressants. I could never remember to take them half the time with the abuse and the physical violence on my person. And circumstance after situation of choatic hardship left me fucked. To be continued to be for years to come. That a past tense only understood by context. They are still oulling the gay crap on me. Wasting my time. With bs. Ugh. Oh yeah and nathan is abusing me the same way jamie did for years. Playing me agaisnt the family and all that. But. I dont like them anyway. So inhabe a cross dresser, a queer or an abusive fag to have to partner with. The queer guy and the cross dresser work well with. Not the fag though. Fucktard. Still doesnt leave me with anyone to talk with. Since, also nothign they say is true. And ive been teying to build a healthy personality. But, im not allowed.

Ok that enougb dont want to ruin this tarot hobby of mine witn the same old bs. But they wont let me leave it be. With the amount of time, people, resources and investment being used to fuck with me they’re obviously being paid. Probably by some millionaire asshole with alot of free criminal money. Doesnt look like im sleeping tonight. Maybe ill stay home. What they gonna do? Fire me. Hahahhah yeah right.

With a more positive outlook day with a weakened conscious state i might be able to further this tarot study. Maybe even donate anotehr couple hundred dollars to charity and help save some children. Of be like everyother ashoke im placed with. And shove dick and drigs in their face instead. And it doesnt look like i have a drivers license anymore. But that diesnt matter anyeay. Its not likeni can make a big step like that until i stop being fucked with.

You bunch of theolophobes. Look at how useless google is.

Homos and nazi, uh? Though it does group homos nazis and christian all together. Im so confused. Is having an irrational fear of religion makes you a gay nazi? The one thing they all have in common? All three try taking over the world. Thanks google for supporting me. And now i hate homos just as much as i hate nazies.

Well think i got half hour of sleep. I dont feel like

Being around criminals, liars, assholes and femmes today.

Im going to go buy a bed sheet to make a noose out of. Hey look, i just found 250$ of birthday momey in my mail box to give to charity. Im not spending another 40 years being raped by existance.

That feels better. Nice convo, with a nice lady who used to work at a daycare for years. Talking about enfant soleil. And another 250$ given to that charity. So parents get to see their sick child or for paying for hospital equipment. And all that. Convo with a couple other people. No bs. Or fucktards. You can also used the receits for donations on your income taxes. So the government will pay 30% of your donations.

Now feel like a saint serrounded by fucken cokskrs.

She was explaining that 100% of donations go straight to the kids. Unlike the breakfast club which gets used however they want. And the red cross. Using it to pay the living expenses for the people actively doing it.

Hmm maybe ill try joining red cross.

Avatar is alright. Dense detail in the flora. And the depth perception makes for beautiful scenery. Gameplay is ueh. Havent gotten to flying yet. It’ll probably be awhile. Should quit the weed again. Not muchnin life to raise dopamine. Too muchnof its opposite. Told the manager suoervising my case. That i wasnt coming in. No sleep and that i wasnt dealing with criminals, liars, assholes and femmes. He usually says its all good. Didnt that time. Wonder why. Tired. Maybe ill go back to whatever the health line is called. And go on burnout for a couple weeks. Give myself some vaca time from being fucked with. Its a full time job you know. Tired. Watch some tv and go to bed. But, its only 5:30. Well ive been up for a couple days now so. I dont care.

Nopd still not sleeping. They frug me again. Thay have to had.

Sorry god im being murdered. By criminals.

Not mentioning the 1000 dollar check gave to the banks, interect machine never got entered inyo my account, not fidni receive the second check of Bout 270$ so im over 2 thousand dollars debt. Thatbi shouldnt be. Nor did i get half of my income tax slips this year. So. Yeah. I was even missing a provincial one.

Ugh hwadache. Cant even type.

Ugh check the horror scope see what they have plannes for me today. With litle to no sleep.

Way toonpersonal. And yeah. Ok sure. Bs.

Considering i dont like anyome there.

Simce y’all secretly read this. While keeping your pressence absent. Im just going to stay home today because i feel fine. At least i womt have to listen to stupid bs, dick and ass jokes wholemcovering it up by directing it at someone else. While listenign to obnoxious laughter in the background. By the same passive abusive fucktard that plays a retard everyday. I figure ill give him a break from playing stupid. It must be exhausting. But he seems to rather enjoy it. So. The fuck if i know.

Listen to some positive podcasts. But their aint much of that on itunes available to me.

Started doing this to publicize all the a use i was going through. They just gave me more. Twisted into what it is now. Looking for some help and some humanity but, nope. Its another fake concept i was fooled into believing.

I was able to catch a dream from an hour nap. Its the only way i can. And got a glimpse of whats going on in my

Psyche. Should start waling uo teo hiurs earlier everyday and then take a nap after drinking something or what not. Then maybe ill be able to dream. Cause its been over… uh… 25 ish years since ive dreamt. Cause in all that time the only thing i see is what they want me to. I guess that for most people. They get their warnings and guidance and what not from dreams and stiff correcting their compass. I wouldnt know. But for me since i lack that completly. Not even from other people. Natarw came in to aid. Even the “superconscious” that i can glimpse soemtimes in my writting. Telling me messages. Ive always been alone. And nothign good comes from being alone. Social species. That lacks all genuine social…ness. And i get hit at a cultural level. Well the subcultural level if assholes and criminals. But whatever.

So one tries goes out of their way to be their genuine self and opens up lets them in. Tries being social with them. Aid them, support and all that, looking out for, and all they do is the same old messign around. And triggering your disorders. The way its always been. So there nothing totake away from it except not trying to live your life. And you know their messing with you. But, you try anyway. Give an effort. But its doesnt matter.

Though in my dream i was wxausted and couldnt stay awake. Sleeping while having a small measure of concern about getting the job done. But i couldnt. Dropped my phone in a grate of sludge and gross crap. And had to wait for it to drain out before i was able to find it. Fiching around the liquid with my hand. And then and after i pulled it out. It gave me an error message. Was wayching sword art online. A recent episode of ugioh or however. Getting an error message in his eye. That he fought past. And it burst its eye. So that he could save an an innocent girl from being raped. And after he did so. Goes to jail. Where he helps save the world. Yup. Conditioning. To continue on doing the same old while “beleiving” its actually going to make a difference. The timeline of the cartoon is, 2022 to 2026. Where they bring out a woman artificial intelligence into the real world.

So i could take away fromt hat that their going ot continue fucking with me for at least another two years. Inwont survive.

I havent oivked up after myself in over two weeks it stincks in hear and there trash everywhere. And i dont care cause its not like anyone is ever going to come over anyway.

You didnt see the russian dropping nuclear bombs on other people have you? Nope. Its the americas.

Hmm grewk yogurt. Think and fluffy. But with more sugar than a smallcan of pop. Other wise your wating the flavour or rotten milk.

Though i like the hearsay about the russian private city where they’re experimenting in adapting people to survive around high nuclear radiation. They get their lives paid for at the price of surviving the consequences of poisoning. And i guess at radiation treatments and cures. Even somethign that nullifies environmental radiation. Making nuclear arms less of a threat. Long term.

Wven though america has more eadiations zones then they do. But they wont admit hto it.

1:30. Ok im up. Feel like shit. Nightmarish. I’ll make one hell of a horror story author. Considering most tv is horror. Always a villain. Wonder what being in an environment where peopel dont fuck with you feels like.

Vegitable, vegan, vagina, volley, veer, vessel, verse, victory, v8, veal, …. I don’t think inhave a word that doesnt have a vowel after V. Vie, vrai,, nope foun done.

Thats why the V card is a naked woman dripping all over the place. Savoury, innocent and healthy. Though its supposed to mean a victory in absolution. And restoratiom. And calm. To the absense of disorder and reclamatiom.

Wveytime they pull somethig like their presently doing. Ill just stay hoem for a couple days. There is no treatment for chromic insomina.

Oh and thers also vengeance snd vendetta. Same thing. And that means your a vagina.

Though i am lookign forward to suana’s saga 2. Hope they improved the combat. They did an exal’ent job at depicting spyzophrenia. In the first one. Not the greatest game but. I liked it. When dhe starts having episodes and turns to the camera and starts talking to you. Awesome. Ive been borderlined before. I know what its like. And its pretty similar to prophetic portents from nature. When its intense.

Jamie did the dame thing to me my entire childhood.

Of course i dodnt win the lottery. My chances at infing domeone that loves is lower than winning.

Also got to find another dentist who isn’t goign to fuck with either.

Well i may unemployed again soon. And come back and do this full time. Before i off myself. Happens that the transitd abive where just then replacing it with a new functional electric jigger. I cant walk sttaight today.

I dont want to be alive snymore. I dont know if in coming back. The added depression from quiiting pot and the pain in my ass isnt helping. Fucken hurts. That’ll take about a week to re-addapt. Nect is a colonoscopy to see if i have cancer.

World war 3?

60 billion dollars. May be a good time to start buying american money.

[pearlsdefenseattorny]

There's no "calling out" in analysis imho- people just interpret things different and implying some kind of morality is involved (that some interpretations = moral, okay, while others aren't) always feel a little pushy and chronically online to me. However I understand the point being made here and here's my take...

The reason no one is applying the same logic to Rupphire is probably multifaceted and I'm not the end all be all, but the reason *I* don't is because not only is the power imbalance just... somewhat less of a thing according to worldbuilding, it's less emphasized narratively. rubies are apparently made for the gems they protect becuz of how ruby reacts to seeing sapphire ("as my sole duty and purpose, i will protect you with my life!") in the movie, but they are not objectified the way a pearl is and if you havent seen the movie its even less obvious. pearls have default settings and can be customized... they are at the veeeryy bottom of the hierachy and diamonds at the veeeeryy top, making rose and pearls difference in power a little more obvious and intense than ruby and sapphires.

significantly less time is spent on ruby's feelings of inadequacy even though it's briefly examined- we get one or two scenes, im thinking specifically "the answer" and "gem heist," and in both of these examples sapphire is SHOWN onscreen to immediately communicate disapproval and assure ruby she's equal. in someone entirely new:

"well what about you?"

"what about me?"

"well *you're* here too.. we're here, together."

and she places her hand on ruby's. in "gem heist" ruby stammers that shes disposable and sapphire's like "what!?" and in jail break, when ruby says "who cares?" sapphire retorts "i do!". there's more on screen evidence here sapphire and ruby feel equal and sapphire actively solicits belonging, equality, etc. from ruby. sapphire obviously onscreen kinda often tbh communicates love, adoration, respect for ruby etc, just think of their wedding ep! we dont see that from pearlrose. im not saying that it wasnt there but the audience isnt shown it.

we get a LOT of scenes and lyrics about pearl's objectification by homeworld and her feelings of inferiority.

"Everything I ever did, I did for her. Now she's gone, but I'm still here." - pearl

"Because pearls aren't for this! They're for standing around, and looking nice, and holding your stuff for you."- peridot

"But it's true! No matter how hard I try to be strong like you... I'm just a Pearl. I'm useless on my own. I need someone to tell me what to do." - pearl

"Who am I now in this world without her? Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her." - pearl

"Well, you know Rose.... She always did what she wanted" - pearl

these lines are incomparible to many of ruby's lines and rose isnt there onscreen to dispute her claims of inferiority/helplessness like sapphire is there to dispute ruby. whether she even would or not is probably intentionally left to interpretation, serving to obfuscate rose's supposed good character.

also: sapphire never utilizes her position of power over ruby to force ruby into silence about one of the most traumatizing events of her life. not saying this is smth she even could do, but either way she doesnt do it.

anyway this is why i think the conversation is different. their relationships are presented differently becuz well.. the two relationships *are* different.

You know if people talked about Ruby and Sapphire’s relationship the way they talked about Rose and Pearl’s I’d imagine for at least some it’d highlight how infantilizing it is towards Pearl and how it demonizes Rose for basically no reason.

Like, nobody in the SU fandom would ever think “Ruby only loved Sapphire because she was programmed to be loyal to her.”

If anyone said that they’d be called out and rightfully so. But that’s like a common talking point for a lot of the people who try to undermine Rose and Pearl’s relationship.

Why is ok to say this about them?