#and that the constant paranoia and fear in which i live my life is actually PROBABLY a symptom of severe anxiety

[realbeefman]

stacy is sooo interesting because she's in love with house but knows that they will never ever be able to have a healthy, stable, sane relationship because they're too similar so. she finds house-lite instead and marries him and. essentially moves on with her life! and is successful in this because she's a moderately well-adjusted person!

wilson, in contrast, never manages to escape the inevitable, in spite of his best efforts to find a house-lite of his very own, because he's an absolute fucking freak and ends up glued to house to the bitter. bitter end

[leiswxrld]

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ❥)

pairings: ellie!williams x fem!reader

sypnosis: it’s Valentine’s Day, a special day to spend with your loved ones right but what if a slasher is going around killing only once a year on this special day.

warnings: mdni 18+, smut, college slasher, anal fingering (r receiving), strap usage (r receiving), top ellie and bottom reader, face riding (r receiving), reader giving ellie a lap dance, weed and drugs, praises + degradation (mama, slut, baby, whore), ellie calls her strap her dick, strawberry vape supremacy, graphic content, college au

a/n: happy valentines my lovelies, I know this is a day late but I had to touch up a few things before I could post this and I’ve also been so busy yesterday so it had to wait till I got home, not proof read so there might be a few mistakes, low-key inspired by scream.

credits: @magicalboything @cafekitsune for line dividers ❥

'Good evening folks, this is Heather Gale reporting live from channel 5 with tonight’s news, it's that time of year where couples, friends and family around the world express their love and affection towards their loved ones but one striking question has our community in constant fear and paranoia, will the valentines day killer strike again ?'

'Today marks the death of late cheerleader captain Melissa brown who was found brutally stabbed over 20 times in the chest and stomach in her college dorm room a red rose left on her chest, police say she was returning from a party when she was viciously attacked by the killer, friends and family say she was a bright student, kind friend and positive role model for those who admired her, the community are desperately fighting to get Melissas killer found and behind bars.'

'Police ask that if you have any leads or tips that could potentially catch the Valentines Killer, they urge you to either report it to the police station or to anonymously send in your information, this is Heather Gale on channel 5 and I hope you all stay safe and well this Valentines.'

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"Really a valentines party" you reply in disbelief at the instagram post one of the boys from the football team had posted, you couldn't believe they were throwing a party when you were all advised not to throw any especially when the valentines killer could strike again.

"Yeah sick right I was thinking of going" your friend amarie says, scrolling onto the post and liking the picture. you throw her a dirty look, "amarie you know the college advised us not to attend any parties especially after what happened to heather she was killed straight after the party we went to last year" it felt so surreal when you found out she had been stabbed to death just after returning from the college party you attended that year, you remember being in your room when it came up on the news that starville's captain cheerleader was found dead.

"cmon y/n don't be such a whore, we'll all be together and we live in the same dorm room besides I'm pretty sure the killer only kills cheerleaders" she replies and you roll your eyes, "it's not just cheerleaders amarie it's anyone who goes to this fucking college, we're all at risk and were at a higher risk if we attend that stupid party"

amarie turns off her phone paying all her attention towards you, "think about it when was the last time you actually went to a party and got laid no offence but bitch I feel depressed just looking at you"

you cross your arms, "and what the fuck is that supposed to mean"

"it means I feel like I'm living with a christian.. your sex life is drier than a fucking desert" she remarks and you scoff, really.

"difference christians wait till marriage... reminder I have already lost my virginity" you remind her, the last time you really had sex was with a boy you hooked u with a few weeks back but you really didn't get the time to find someone and the only thing keeping you satisfied was your vibrator which was in dire need of some batteries.

"more of a reason for you to come to this party and get laid come on think about it, so many of the girls in our dorm are going we can't miss out on this opportunity besides I hear charlies going to be there" she replies, smiling to herself. Charlie was the star quarterback on the football team and one of the many boys she was frequently hooking up when she got the chance too.

"and that has something to do with me how" you reply and she shrugs her shoulders, "it means that there might be a chance you might meet someone you actually like" she replies, you ponder for a second..it could be a chance to finally hook up with someone.

"fine but I’m only going because I’m getting sick of using my vibrator plus there will be free drinks" you finally decide and she throws you a hella side eye, "girl tmi…” she says and you laugh, “now I need to go freshen up" she says, doing a little victory dance while looking at herself through her phone camera.

it was a good thing that the boys house was a 15 minute drive from your college building which meant you only spent around 5 dollars each for an Uber to get there. the house was the hotspot for most of the college parties that were thrown, a big estate with a pool and 3 floors meaning you could fit over a hundred people inside, "this thong is digging into my ass it feels like I've got carpet burn" amarie says, picking at the bright pink thong underneath her pink skirt.

You both choose to go all out, you in a red boob top and black skirt whilst amarie was wearing a pink corset top with a pink skirt. "I told you to choose the black one at the shop" you remark and she smacks her lips, "it wasn't going to match the cute pink corset top and skirt I've got so I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up" she replies, applying a thin layer of lip gloss on.

You both walk into the house, people stood near the entrance either drinking or getting smoking. you could see the inside of the house bathed in colourful lights, music blaring out into the cold midnight air.

Your strawberry flavoured vape clutched in your right hand as the stress began to creep in, your couldn't imagine that the valentine's killer could possibly strike again this year but the idea of it scared you shitless. You bring the vape to your lips inhaling the vapour as you taste the strawberry fumes enter your lungs, "I didn't expect for the party to be this fucking packed" you admit as amarie nods her head, "yeah seems like the whole campus" she pauses, "and a few other people from nearby attended"

you make it inside, pushing past your way through the sea of people making your way towards the kitchen, "You guys actually made it" Stacy another one of your friends says, going to hug you, "I mean I was expecting amarie but y/n that's a first" you give her a face that screams 'girl really' and she laughs, "no hard feelings babe but I never see your ass outside of your room except if you have class"

"none taken" you reply, manoeuvring around her so you could pour yourself a drink. you decide to do a classic vodka cranberry, basic but could easily get you drunk. "y/n pour some vodka in my cup" amarie says, holding the red solo cup towards you. you grab the bottle, pouring it until it hit the middle line, "girl quit playing pour me some more"

"You want to drink straight vodka"

"I'm trying to get shitfaced not drunk" she replies as if she was pointing out the obvious, you pour some more until it was nearly full. You down the vodka cranberry, putting down the bottle of vodka as you make your way onto the dance floor. the music blared through the speakers as you and your friends danced in the living room, grinding against amarie as she used her free hand to smack your ass.

You felt the unwanted and lustful eyes from every boy in room, ignoring them as you continued to grind against her taking a swig of your drink. Your eyes wandered for a second until they landed on a girl just poarched up against the banister of the stairs, talking to boy you recognised to be Charlie.

You'd fancied girls in the past but never took it further than just straight crushing but she was different, you don't think you'd ever seen her before on campus otherwise you wouldn't forget such a beautiful face. The mysterious brunette was dressed in a white wife beater, blue baggy jeans with a pair of retro red jordan's, the girl takes her eyes off of Charlie to look at you for a second, licking her lips before looking you up and down, not missing the long stare on your half exposed ass.

She had a blunt in her hand, taking a few drags from it before taking her attention off of you. You stop grinding and turn around to face amarie who's looking at your confused, "bitch why did you stop"

"who's that girl over there" you say discreetly pointing in direction of the staircase, "what girl" she replies, squinting her eyes to get a better look.

"that one with the tattoos going all up her arms" she looks once again before grinning, "ohhh that girl"

"that's ellie I only know her cause she normally sells weed to Charlie when we’re together I forgot how fucking fine she was" she adds taking a swig of her vodka, "shit I need another drink I'll be back"

amarie makes her way to the kitchen leaving you with a few of your other friends who were busy dancing on each other, thinking about it now you needed another drink.

You noticed that Ellie had moved to the couch some girl chatting her up as she seemed to not be listening, blunt in hand. she notices you right away, eyes lowered a fraction and manspreading with one leg propped up on the couch. a surge of confidence ran through you as you decide to go sit yourself next to her, she licks her lips turning to face you.

"why'd you stop dancing" she starts, offering the blunt to you as you happily accept it. you laugh, "what did you like my dancing" you reply, taking a drag before handing it back to her.

"I mean I liked what I was seeing" she admits boldly, making you shuffle nervously under her intimidating gaze, "if you'd like I could give you a lap dance" you offer and she raises a brow.

"you want to give someone you just met a lap dance huh" yes and no but this was the alcohol talking.

"yeah if you want I know a few things" you state and she thinks about it for a sec before standing up, "ok follow me doll" you blush at the nickname, taking ellies hand as she leads you upstairs, you look at amarie who's still in the kitchen pressed against the counter as she made out with Charlie, her hands wrapped around his neck as his were around her waist, typical amarie.

you passed so many people, a group of people doing drugs on the floor and the others doing dares on eachother on the other side of the room. her grip on your hand tightened, trying to avoid stepping on the people sat on the stairs to prevent yourself falling. there were many occupied rooms passing through all of them till you found a vacant one, ellie allowing you to go in first closing the door behind you.

the rooms quite big, a double bed with a lamp on each side with little side tables and a vanity behind you with picture frames on top, "you nervous" she asks almost taunting, sitting on the edge of the bed. the new found confidence from earlier was replaced with anxiety as it began to seep in, you've only jokingly given your friend a lap dance but that was only because you were dared to do it but that was out of the question now since you were sobering up and doing it for real.

"yeah" you admit and she chuckles, "don't worry I won't judge beside who's going to complain when they've got a pretty girl grinding on their lap" she grins and you roll your eyes with a smile as you remove your shoes.

the tension in the room was thick, Ellie's hands pressed against the sheets, the overbearing loud music coming from downstairs giving you a headache and the sounds of moans emitting from the other side of the walls, "remember no touching me this is just a dance" you emphasise, going to straddle her lap.

"I got you" she says, keeping her hands to her sides. you start by whining your hips against her lap, hands slowly brushing over her thighs feeling her tense up beneath you. you twisted around, moving to rhythm of the music each movement against her lap making you feel the unsuspected bulge tucked underneath her jeans.

she knows you felt it, fighting the urge to just scrap the lap dance and touch you, the friction against her strap rubbing up against her aching clit, pussy wet just watching you. she instinctively swallowed as your grinding increased, practically fucking her with clothes on, your red laced panties soaked in your own arousal, biting back the urge to moan.

Ellie mumbles in cohesively, her voice low and hoarse as you lift up off of her, seductively moving your hips towards the floor whilst your skirt rode up your ass, exposing the red lace that sat perfectly around your waist. you turn back around, the dim light in the room showing Ellie's eyes that had now darken in colour, her fists locked up tight that they turned red.

You kiss your way up her clothed body, seating yourself back onto her lap as you continued till you reached her neck, leaving love bites all over until you reached her cherry red lips, hovering over them before teasingly backing away, "I know you feel it.... pull it out" her voice low, looking up at you.

"feel what" you innocently tease, gasping when she grips onto your hips, "h-hey I said no touching"

"don't act smart with me...pull.it.out" she tells you and you give her a hesitant look, "what you never seen a dick before"

"no dumbass I have but I've just never done it with a girl" you shamefully admit and she just laughs, "I guess I'll be your first" her hands wrap around your back so that your laying on top of her and gently wraps her hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss.

her lips were addicting, not like the many boys you've hooked up with who just kissed for the sake of it but she took her time with you, it's almost like having sex but with her mouth allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth as you moan, your hand going under her top rubbing up and down her stomach.

she pulls away, helping you remove her belt, quickly pulling her jeans down showing the very prominent bulge through her black calvin klein boxers "before you sit on it, I want you to fuck my face with your pussy" your face heats up at her words, embarrassment flooding through your body leaving your clit throbbing.

"you want me sit on your face" you ask almost astonished, "yes is that a problem?" she questions, "well no-

"then sit this pussy on my fucking face" she interrupts and you quickly follow, removing your black skirt and red lace before throwing them into a random corner of the room. you slowly, hover your cunt over her face scared that you might accidentally suffocate her.

she slaps your ass, "lower yourself down more" she growls, gripping your legs and pulling you onto her mouth. you slowly rock your hips against her mouth, ellie pressing her tongue against your clit, flicking her tongue up and down your vulva making your legs tremble, a whimper leaving your glossed lips.

Ellie’s sucking and biting, her nails digging into the fat of your thighs, your juices mixing in with her saliva that dripped down her chin. Your legs shake and ellie gets more faster, your head fuzzy with the overwhelming pleasure you were receiving, you felt like screaming covering your mouth with your hand, muffling your moans.

You never imagined you'd be getting head by girl at a college party whilst there were hundreds of people downstairs, the thought of it made you even wetter and you were fucking thankful you decided to come.

you finally come with a silent scream, gripping onto the headboard as she continued to go down on you until she was done, adding onto the best fucking head that you had gotten in ages. she taps your thigh, allowing you to raise up off of her face, your face heating up at ellie's wet face.

"you taste so good mama" she says, licking her lips and sitting up on the bed. she cracks her neck, giving you a kiss allowing you to taste yourself. "but I'm not done with you" she says, slapping your inner thigh.

"I want you to get on your knees and suck this dick baby" she moves her self to the edge of the bed, giving you room to get on your knees. you follow, getting in between her legs, she opens your mouth with her fingers and slips them inside until they were coated in your saliva before using them as lubricant to stroke herself, tapping the tip against your wet lips.

"say ahh..." you slightly open your mouth allowing her to slip her dick into your mouth, it's been a while since you've last given head, slowly bobbing your head up and down her length, she's just watching you using her fingers to tilt your head up so that you could make eye contact with her, her hands grip onto the back of your messy hair, helping you to go down on her faster your eyes filling up with tears, trying to open up your throat more so that you wouldn't gag.

"fuck..." she whispers, fumbling with something on the bed before pulling out her phone. your pace doesn't falter, watching as she presses the record button, the flash brightening up the dim room. you moan, trying so hard not to choke as you sloppily bob your head up and down faster, eye contact not ceasing.

you felt ashamed yet turned on at the same time at being recorded, ellie stroking your hair back to prevent it from falling into your face. your surprised you had been going on for this long, feeling the evident tiredness in your jaw, drool seeping from your mouth and lubricating her dick. she stops you, slowly pushing you off her, allowing you to catch your breath.

"I love watching you suck my dick baby but I wanna see how well you can take it" she admits, camera still recording. "get on all fours mama" she says standing up as you get up from your knees. she waits for you to get on all fours, arching your back as she climbs onto the bed behind you phone in hand, positioning herself.

she spreads your ass, spitting onto your gaping hole allowing it to drip down over as she uses her thumb to rub it in before prodding her tip against your glistening cunt, slowing pushing herself into you. you gasp, your mouth widening into an 'o', the feeling of her dick stretching you out, but before she could even move there's a sudden knock on the door.

"Room is occupied" Ellie yells, awaiting for the person behind the door to move along but the person on the other side doesn't go, knocking once again, "I said the room is occupied asshole go and fuck some place else" the person on the other side get's the message, walking away from the door.

"some fucking people" ellie whispers to you which makes you giggle. she starts to rock her hips into you, putting the palm of her hand against your back helping you to fuck back onto her. she fucked into you so lovingly but so fucking rough, hitting your g-spot that had you gasping and cursing, biting on your lip and your hand going to grip onto the sheets, "shit"

Ellie doesn't stop recording, one hand gripping onto your hips whilst thrusting into you, cursing at the way your ass moved against her hips. you turn around to look at her, her hair falling into her face as ellie looked back at you. she looked so fucking sexy in just her wife beater, showcasing all the different tattoos she had to offer... you don't think you've ever been this fucking whipped for someone with the way she had you acting.

"you should see how fucking perfect you look on camera...should turn your slutty ass into a fucking pornstar shit" you moan in response to her words, fucking yourself back onto her. your pants get louder, the squelching noises from your gushing cunt getting louder every time ellie pulled back, she slaps your ass watching how it jiggled under the camera light. "fuck.....elsss"

your cheeks were flushed and your forehead was lined with sweat, feeling ellie get deeper every time she pulled you back onto her, receiving cute and desperate moans from your lips as your tits bounce with every rough drag of her hips.

You practically trying to pull away, begging ellie to let you come as she pounded you into the bed, her thumb pressing against your labia, rubbing against it.

You gasp again, feeling her finger slowly slip into your exposed hole the uncomfortable feeling making you clench around her fingers, she curls her fingers almost doing a ‘come here’ motion, whispering for you to relax so that it wouldn’t feel as painful, she gradually builds her speed making you feel lightheaded, this new fucking feeling making you dizzy.

"so fucking tight" she fists her fingers into you, the rings around your walls clenching around her skinny fingers whilst pounding into you as your eyes rolled shut.

You start to spasm around her strap before you know it your creaming around her dick, your climax riding out as she continued to milk you, her pace never faltering, “f-fuck stop els it’s too much”

“be a good little whore and cum for me again” that alone sends you over the edge and your cumming again, not believing you could even come more than twice as she lazily gives you a few more thrusts before pulling out her dick coated in your sweet juices, leaving you sprawled out on the bed, allowing you to catch your breath.

you could hear your heart beating out of your ears, laying there slumped on the bed before ellie stopped the recording. you remain motionless, trying to catch your breath as ellie helped you up from the bed. You both messily get dressed in silence, your back turned as you applied your strawberry lipgloss that had smeared off before a notification on ellie's phone catches her attention, "I-uh gotta go- something I've got to take care off, I guess I’ll see you around y/n" she says, quickly buckling up her belt and stepping into her shoes.

she gives you one last kiss on the lips, savouring the sweet taste from your scented lipgloss before disappearing into the hallway. you look for the red lace underwear that you had thrown into the corner of the room earlier but it was nowhere to be found, you curse yourself deciding to wrap a jumper you found in the closet around your waist to prevent flashing anyone, before swiftly leaving the room.

you make your way downstairs, people screaming and left in a state of disarray , how did you not hear this before……did you miss something ?

a frantic amarie rushes to you, "where were you we were looking for you" she yells, bringing you into a death-crushing hug leaving you confused. "I-i was in the bathroom why what happened" you inquire, pulling away.

"the killer striked again, charlies dead"

[greatmothsukk]

I have not been a very happy girl. The last half yeah has just kept feeling worse and worse. I need it to be better. I need to be happy. For those who wanna hear ill talk some below. Otherwise enjoy this chelsey with her little otter

Last summer was the best part of my life. Constant fishing. Dating a woman I was head over heels for. Fully expecting Trump to lose the election. Every thing was going okay. Then all that went away. Even fishing hasn't picked up much. I've been in such a muck this whole time. Politics went from suspense to dread in a instant and now constant fear and paranoia. I try to escape it I fucking can't. I can't just skedaddle over the boarder to somewhere else and leave. And it isn't clearing up anytime soon. Meanwhile the break up was amicable with no hard feelings but Still hit me so hard after imagining always having her by my side. And recently learned she has a gf now. Im happy for her but after spending months wishing and wishing to finally hear her call me her girlfriend and for that day to never come, it did sting my heart a little hearing her call someone Else that title i coveted so dearly. I know many more wonderful people but she was only the 2nd ive ever found so close to me I could really see her. Also the heartbreak made me shy away from other friends I have a crush on cause those feelings reminded me of her too much and didn't wanna have a negative association with them.

And I've felt like I've done so little and keep watching everyone else's lives move forward. I had been struggling to make art for a while and my attempts to make videos has been stunted cause I hate my voice so bad and voice training keeps failing. And its been hard to decide on stuff to make cause I don't care about what I make art of much. I don't really play video games or watch any shoes and don't wanna. I haven't really wanted to play pokemon in ages. I just like making art of these things but trying to play yugioh is a slog. I wish I had Passion. I wish I had interests that actually drove me and made me excited. And the bigger my platform has become the more isolated ive felt. Even here, once I hit like 1000 followers people started acting weird again like im some upper class whos they're either innoying trying to talk to or Assuming im a snobby cunt. It sucks cause I see smaller artists with lovely little communities I always wished for. But instead i have a web of friends who some of which dislike each other they have one another blocked.

And as for my home life it hasn't been fun. My boyfriend is wonderful but justAs depressed if not worse. Too many arguments. And far too many dead pets. All while the house falls apart more every day and im not allowed to fix it.

My only saving grace recently has been knowing that fishing will pick up soon and that I have been able to keep up with the hoenn dex. It helps me prove that I can accomplish something big. And I can stick to something. Its why im more and more confident that ill be able to keep up with having patreon exclusive pieces when that starts. It makes sure this winter wasn't a total waste. It makes sure I live through it all.

If you read all this thank you. Im sorry if my posts have made you fear at all recently for me. Im trying to stop being a loser. I wanna be good. I wanna be happy.

[jammatown919]

Headcanons of little ways Nublar changed the Camp Fam; habits, dislikes, and fears they realized they developed after they got back.

Sammy - HAAAAAAAATES canned fruit with a burning passion. If it's not fresh or actual jam, she will not eat it. She gets nauseous just at the smell and realized how much all that canned fruit on Nublar affected her when she tried to eat a canned peach and threw up. She's also now extremely uncomfortable around animals with stingers or quills, which sucks because she thinks porcupines are adorable, but she struggles to even look at pictures without imagining quills in her side. And finally, while she's always been a people person, being on Nublar and surviving only due to being part of a group has caused her to be unable to thrive outside of a group setting. She gets severe separation anxiety and hates being alone for any extended periods of time. Though she will pretend she's fine, she's not. Someone call her. The guest room is open, go visit her. Yaz, move back in.

Yaz - The PTSD is obvious; not going into depth on what has already been shown in canon. But she also found her food preferences changed after Nublar. The soggy pizza sticks with her a lot for some reason, and she finds when she gets home that her favorite food just doesn't taste good to her anymore. She has also found that she can no longer tolerate unideal sleeping conditions. She can't sleep in cars, planes, or anything of that nature. Any bed has to be at least somewhat comfortable (NO pull-out couches), and it needs to have HER blankets and pillows on it. If it's not comfy and familiar her mind just goes right back to that wet, dirty mattress from the treehouse and she's more likely to have nightmares. She doesn't sleep a lot when away from home. Yes, this causes issues when she goes to stay with Sammy and finds an air mattress waiting for her. Yes, she tries to make it work because "at least I have my own bedding, it's probably fine" and spends several nights awake and uncomfortable to the point of tears. Yes, it ends with her sleeping in Sammy's bed every night.

Kenji - No longer comfortable with luxury or large living spaces. Anything too fancy, pristine, or big reminds him of his dad and his lifestyle prior to Camp Cretaceous. The Bowmans try to give him something of his own space in the house, even offer him his own room when Brand moves out for college, but he really prefers sharing his space with someone else and keeps rooming with Darius. When he moves out, he probably could get an apartment, but it's too much space for him. He likes his little trailer, and he likes it even more when he has a person or two to crowd it with him, so he invites Brooklynn and Darius over ALL the time. But he also finds that he would rather be alone than feel emotionally distant from a person who is physically present, because again, it just reminds him SO much of his father. This is a huge contributing factor to ending things with Brooklynn.

Ben - At least for a while, he's afraid of being afraid. After his whole Jungle Ben thing, his biggest fear is reverting back to that scared person he sees as incapable, to the point that he gets paranoid about being paranoid. He adamantly refuses getting back into a lot of his old habits, even ones that were "normal". He doesn't like to stay in the house, he doesn't like to sit and read, and he doesn't like to feel "too clean". He spends a lot of time outside, doing stupid teenage boy shit, getting scraped up and trying to feel alive. Though he does eventually calm down a little, never quite returning to the scared little boy but not remaining the desperate daredevil, his paranoia refocuses on things like Dark Jurassic.

Brooklynn - No longer enjoys being perceived, if that makes any sense. Before Nublar, she had constant attention on her, and she organized her entire life around it. But after, she just finds that all the eyes on her make her squirm, and they tend to get in the way of the investigative journalism that actually interests her now. She doesn't like entertaining others anymore; she wants to uncover things that will help and protect people, and she wants to do it by herself. Out of everyone, she is among the most uncomfortable with the Nublar Six getting so much publicity (along with Yaz). She doesn't want to talk publicly about a lot of what happened, nor does she feel the public is owed the details of her trauma. She only wants to talk about things that she thinks actually pertain to other people, such as the preventable nature of the Jurassic World Incident and the shady, dangerous dealings she witnessed.

Darius - Loss of trust in adults/authority figures. Everyone whose job it should've been to keep him safe at Jurassic World completely and utterly failed him. Tiff and Mitch betrayed him. He spent all that time with the ticking time bomb that was Kash. Daniel Kon was Daniel Kon. It's SO hard for him to trust people that, before, he would've trusted implicitly. Without people like Mae, Dave, and Roxie, it would probably be impossible, but it's still hard. He doesn't trust that anyone who is supposed to look out for him actually will until they prove it. He's learned that he can only rely on himself, those close to him, and in a pinch, at least people who are on his level (could only rely on other children when he was a kid in a life-threatening scenario). He doesn't get along with his teachers like he used to. He gets wary around people who are in higher positions than him. He probably didn't trust Ronnie all that much until she saved his ass from a rampaging dino on his first week at the DPW.

[simblorbo-bracket]

Round 3 - Simblr's Saddest, Wettest Meow Meow - Losers Bracket

Lyra (@literallyjusthereformods) VS. Rook (@morrigan-sims)

(polls are presented left -> right unless stated otherwise)

They may be down, but they're not out yet! Who deserves a shot at redemption, to prove that they, truly, are the saddest and wettest of meow meows despite all the odds?

What is a ‘Meow Meow’?

(taken from tumblr user @/torturelabyrinth) “The thing about a true poor little meow meow is they have to be 1) downtrodden 2) morally questionable at best 3) deeply and pathetically miserable”

Lyra

Lyra kidnapped as a puppy, and forced to perform in a circus due to her exotic werewolf voice. She was given the stage-name "Lyra Lyric."

After complaints of her misery apparent onstage, she was subject to rounds of injection procedures that forced her muscles to remain set in a smile.

It worked for a long time, but as her face matured in her teen years, the showmaster began to find the results unfavorable. They scheduled an in-house procedure to reconstruct the bones of Lyra's face.

The procedure was half-complete, with pins inserted to hold to the bones in place, when Lyra's horror overtook her. She fought back, discovering her raw power as a near-adult werewolf, and proceeded to fully lash out, killing the showmaster, medical staff, and anybody else impeding her escape.

The plate holding the surgical pins was never removed. Both because Lyra has no way to do so alone without damaging her skull, and because she doesn't mind it hiding her surgical scars.

Her teeth and lips suffer a lot from her mouth not being able to shut fully, and her face suffers from constant bruising due to the intense internal damage.

In her late teens, while living on the run through the rural mountain forest region, she murdered several individuals who caught sight of her during hikes or road trips. This is due to her intense fear of being looked at, both due to her lifetime of exploitation and paranoia about being found by her old master or law enforcement.

Two long years of foot travel led her to an old secluded neighborhood up in the mountains. She took refuge in an abandoned house, which she rarely leaves, except for hunting. Her Scopophobia leads to her dragging her kill indoors, and eating it, leaving the interior of her home stained with blood and gore. Primarily on an old rug, where she eats to minimize mess.

Drugs quickly became a habit of hers. She raids the local park's cigarette vending machine when nobody is around, and has gotten harder drugs from several dealers, though she ambushed and killed them upon meeting, since she lacks a source of money.

Originality: Original Character

Extra: Lyra is missing most fingerparts on her right hand.

The neighborhood Lyra moved into is filled with retirees who have inferred Lyra's situation. They keep the cops away, and prevent outsiders from bothering her, but don't approach her personally because she's still dangerous.

Lyra steals sodas from the park vending machine when she thinks nobody is looking.

The hearts on her face use a harsh dye and were put onto her face for stage appearance to make her more recognizable. The skin beneath is also dyed red. They’re basically tattooed into her skin and fur. 

Rook

Why a SWMM? I call him my "idiot bastard man", and it's accurate in every sense of those words. Actual literal bastard son of a nobleman. Ran away from home and joined a pirate crew because he was terrified of getting stuck working a dead-end job for the rest of his life (he was 17). Had 6 great years sailing with his captain, who was the first person who was ever nice to him. He even had one (1) real friend!!! But the rest of the crew hated him and thought the captain was showing him favoritism, so he got given a drugged drink during a "birthday celebration" on shore, and given to a rival captain. She kept him and torture him for 2 years until he escaped. He met two good father figures but one of them turned out to be the BBEG (see above), and the other one died 2 days later. The day after that he got kidnapped again. He's been cursed by a demon lord so he has terribly nightmares and barely sleeps. He's convinced that his life has no value, and is self-sacrificial to the point of self-destruction. Keeps telling people who care about him very concerning news (mainly that he died) in really stupid ways. Has died 3 times, and has been pulled back from the brink countless more. Goes down at least once every combat / gets the shit beat out of him constantly. Was reunited with his one (1) friend and she immediately got killed because of his actions. Has no common sense. Extremely impulsive. Got told he was too reckless to be trusted with his own life. Gets bullied by major villains on a regular basis. Has taunted powerful people twice and gotten killed both times. Has no common sense. A capital L Liar, has never told the truth in his life. Hasn't properly buttoned a shirt in ~9 years. Other people knew that his beloved mentor and father figure was actually the BBEG but they didn't tell him. Had to see said mentor figure get brutally "killed" in front of him.

Origin: He's my longest-running Dungeons & Dragons character, and I have literally never been more obsessed with a character in my life. And completely unbeknownst to me I wrote him to be a perfect parallel to the BBEG of the entire campaign. Hence why the DM made said BBEG show up and be Rook's mentor... Fun times!!!

Additional Propaganda: I mean, just look at this shit:

^ that should say "unless", not "in case", I made a typo and didn't realize until later.

Tags from a friend on a post I made about him:

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Top 10 H.P. Lovecraft Stories

My previous two lists covered my favorite works from my favorite author, one who is synonymous with horror and mystery: Edgar Allan Poe. In truth, very few authors over the decades have had quite the reputation Poe has, in terms of macabre literature…but if there’s one author who is considered classic to the genre and has come close, it’s Howard Phillips Lovecraft.

H.P. Lovecraft was an…unusual individual, to say the least, even in his own time. To paraphrase a video summary of his life, he was not a man with issues, but rather a bundle of issues in the shape of a man. There are MANY things that have made him a controversial figure as a person, but as a writer, one cannot deny the impact his work has had. He has become almost a genre in and of himself, with the phrase “Lovecraftian” and his favorite word, “eldritch,” being used to describe all manner of slimy and unfathomable horrors in years since his passing. Lovecraft’s work hinges on what he considered “the oldest and strongest kind of fear,” that being fear of the unknown. While there are certain aesthetic elements that are a constant throughout his work, and have their own sort of superficial iconography, the real genius behind Lovecraft’s writing is the sense of not really understanding or knowing the things that we are afraid of. He creates a world where humanity is considered small and insignificant, and our universe humble and refined. His work then pits these meager things against cosmic and ancient forces nobody is able to fully comprehend. Combine this idea with graphic descriptions of rot, decay, and body horror (and a big ol’ splash of icthyophobia) and you have the basic idea of what makes Lovecraft’s work iconic.

Since I already talked about Poe, I felt it was time to give Lovecraft some time in the spotlight. So - in continuation with my series of October countdowns - here are My Top 10 Favorite H.P. Lovecraft Stories.

10. Cool Air.

This story is actually kind of funny, when you really think about it, and especially when you realize why Lovecraft even made it. It was literally made…because H.P. Lovecraft was afraid of air conditioning. No, that is not a joke. Refrigerated air was a fairly new technology in Lovecraft’s time, and was becoming more and more in-vogue for home use, especially in more heavily urbanized areas. At the time he wrote this story, Lovecraft was living in Red Hook, Brooklyn (a place and a situation he utterly despised, for lots of reasons), and this story was him effectively venting his frustrations about his living situation, while also being concerned of how the technology and even possible medical uses it could have might be abused. (Yes, because…God forbid AIR CONDITIONING lead to the end of humanity.) Once you know this, this story becomes kind of hilarious, as his absurd paranoia is present in every page. With that said, the story itself isn’t too bad: inspired by Poe’s “The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar” (and the lesser-known story “The Novel of the White Powder” by Arthur Machen), the plot focuses on a writer living in Red Hook (gee, I wonder who that could be), whose upstairs neighbor is a mysterious physician named Dr. Munoz. The doctor is a kind and generous fellow, but has two noticeable eccentricities: he never leaves his apartment, and he has a HUGE air conditioning machine, which he runs at all hours, cranked up to the max, keeping himself and the room around him cold. When the machine breaks down…well…if you’ve read either of the two stories I already mentioned, you might already have an idea, but let’s just say, it ain’t pretty. While more funny than scary to me (unintentionally so), it’s still a tale I find interesting, and worthy of placement on the ranks.

9. Call of Cthulhu.

If you haven’t actually read much of Lovecraft’s body of work proper, this story being so low on the list might surprise you. And if you HAVE read a lot of Lovecraft’s work…it still may surprise you. “Call of Cthulhu” is arguably the most famous story the man ever wrote. It is widely regarded as the point where the Cthulhu Mythos (as the name of such implies) truly began, and in compilations of famous short horror stories, if there’s a Lovecraft story included anywhere, nine times out of ten it’s this one. Not to mention the title, itself: if you’re a big-time gamer, you’ll definitely recognize it. There’s a few video games, an RPG game, and a card game that ALL bear this title. However, in my opinion, the IMPACT of “Call of Cthulhu” is more noteworthy than the ACTUAL STORY itself. The plot focuses on a man named Francis Wayland Thurston, who - while going through the belongings left behind by a deceased relative - discovers the existence of a bizarre cult, which apparently spans the entire globe, with members secreted away everywhere in civilization. The cultists worship the ancient being known as Cthulhu: one of the Old Ones, the God-like creatures who are at the heart of Lovecraft’s mythos. He later learns of an encounter a group of sailors had with the monster…aaand that’s kind of it. The story doesn’t really have a solid plot, although it does escalate in its own way, which I admit I find admirable. However, that (plus the very, VERY overt racism present in it…which, frankly, is a problem with a LOT of Lovecraft’s work, and infamously so) I think is why I’m not AS into it as a lot of other people are. Still, it’s iconic enough to make the list, if only because of the impact of the titular creation. Cthulhu has arguably become just as iconic and notorious as many of the other great literary horror stars, such as Dracula, Frankenstein and His Creature, the Phantom of the Opera, and so on. There is good reason for this, and if nothing else, that earns this story some praise.

8. The Rats in the Walls.

Our protagonist for the outing is a man simply known as “Delapore,” who moves from America to England to take control of the ancestral estate of his family. He is accompanied only by his pet cats…and his favorite among them has a very awkward name, so I won’t be mentioning it here. Anyway, the spooky old place seems to be feared by the neighbors, but Delapore nevertheless decides to restore the aging manor house to its former glory. Things change when both he and his cat are plagued by the sounds of rats, scratching and burrowing within the walls of the mansion. To make matters worse, Delapore begins to have frightening dreams, in which he sees a demonic swineherd tending to a drove of “flabby beasts.” Deciding to rid himself of the pest problem, and hopefully put an end to his dreams, Delapore - with the help of a family friend and a couple of other associates - goes hunting for the rats, and in the process discovers a hidden passageway, leading deep down into the bowels of the Earth beneath the house. He soon discovers what appears to be the ruins of a hidden city…and a dark and terrible secret that has been in his family for ages. What happens when he learns the secret is shocking, to say the least. The story feels more Gothic in nature than many of Lovecraft’s other tales, while still having this sort of ambiguous grandness that his other works have, and contains subtle references to things that would, in later stories, be made part of the Cthulhu Mythos, which only adds to its unpleasant and unsettling atmosphere. This story is just plain creepy in the best possible way; whenever I hear the sound of mice or rats scurrying about now, I start thinking of this eerie tale.

7. Herbert West - Re-Animator.

If there is a singular CHARACTER that has become legendary in Lovecraft’s work - not a story, not a creature, not a concept, but a CHARACTER - it is undeniably Herbert West. Told in serialized format over the course of six separate short stories, “Re-Animator” relates the misadventures of the titular scientist, as he tries to create a chemical formula that will allow him to bring people back from the dead. The story is told from the perspective of West’s friend and assistant, who becomes increasingly afraid of West as the scientist’s experiments become more dangerous, and as his moral code continues to fray. While the story is morbid and horrific, it’s also very amusing…and this time, unlike with “Cool Air,” it’s MEANT to be amusing. Lovecraft wrote the story at the request of a friend, who wanted to publish it not in a horror or sci-fi magazine, but a comedy pamphlet! So, Lovecraft intentionally wrote the six connected stories as a sort of horror-comedy, mixing gory and gruesome morbidity with wry wit and deliberately over-the-top elements. By his own admission, he drew most heavily from “Frankenstein,” intending this to be a sort of satire of Shelley’s novel; while what West is doing isn’t PRECISELY the same, the parallels are pretty clear. The six-parter is also noteworthy for being one of the first appearances of what might be called stereotypical zombies: West’s experiments turn most of his “patients” into reanimated corpses, still in states of decay and decomposition, which animalistically feed on the flesh of the living. West himself, however, would be the story’s greatest legacy, as the mad doctor has become the subject of many adaptations and derivative works since, the most famous being the 1985 film starring Jeffrey Combs as the character. While there are several Lovecraft pieces I like more, this one still stands out, and is worthy of all the praise it gets and more.

6. The Color Out of Space.

Also called “The Colour Out of Space,” because regional spelling differences. Anyway, this story brings us to the heart of the cosmic-level types of horrors Lovecraft is so well-known for. It all begins in the rural town of Arkham, Massachusetts. (And yes, Batman fans, this is where the Asylum gets its name from.) A surveyor from Boston asks one of the few remaining locals in the run-down area about a wasteland region of Arkham referred to as “the blasted heath,” and why no one goes there. The local proceeds to tell the surveyor all about what happened there: of a mysterious meteorite that fell from the sky and landed on a farmer’s property. Of the strange globule, with a color no one can quite describe, they found inside of it. Of the farmer’s rise to fame and prosperity thanks to the strange event…and of the then rapid, horrifying decline of the farmer’s life, and the lives of all around him, as the cosmic horror begins to overwhelm them all. In a way, you can kind of consider this a horror version of “The Lorax,” of all things: a character wants to know why a mysterious wasteland is the way it is, and we learn that by messing with things that should not have been messed with, and not taking care to have the proper precautions, many lives were led to destruction, leaving nothing but gloom in the wake of the whole mess. Of course, giant space rocks containing mysterious and indescribable organisms don’t really compare to chopping down a few Truffula Trees, but you get the gist.

5. The Whisperer in Darkness.

The next two stories, starting with this one, are among Lovecraft’s most popular, as well as among the longest: they were actually published in serialized chapters before being released as novellas later on, a little bit like the Herbert West stories. “Whisperer in Darkness” begins when our main character, a literature professor named Albert Wilmarth, hears reports of the carcasses of alien lifeforms being discovered in Vermont. Wilmarth scoffs at the idea at first, disparaging the accounts of the creatures (referred to as Mi-Go), but changes his tune when an old acquaintance of his - Henry W. Akeley - begins a correspondence with him. Akeley claims to have seen the creatures, and later claims to have even killed one of them. Eventually, Akeley convinces Wilmarth to visit him, saying he’s made a breakthrough in his discoveries, and wants his friend to know. Wilmarth visits Akeley, whom he discovers apparently chair-ridden with a bizarre disease that affects his voice. Akeley tells Wilmarth that he no longer believes the Mi-Go are dangerous, claiming they actually want to help mankind…but the methods they plan to use are…unorthodox, to say the least. What’s interesting about this story and the horror it unveils is its layers of ambiguity: there’s a LOT of stuff here we don’t know. We don’t know if the aliens are genuinely evil or not; if what they plan to do is meant to be benevolent but ultimately misguided, or if it’s all some sort of horrifying scam. We also don’t know if what we find out has happened to Akeley was an act of cruelty or if he was as willing as claimed. Finally, we also don’t know what really happens to the Mi-Go at the end of the story: if they died, escaped and are still out there on Earth, or have fled back to their home base on Pluto. (Not even trying to be funny, that’s where their nearest outpost is located.) It’s a multi-layered and extremely unnerving story that really exemplifies the idea of “fear of the unknown” that Lovecraft was so hailed for.

4. At the Mountains of Madness.

While “Call of Cthulhu” and “Herbert West - Reanimator” likely have the most recognizable physical figures and titles of any Lovecraft story, I’d argue this was the most influential in terms of the actual story. “At the Mountains of Madness” is actually the inspiration for several other famous horror/sci-fi combos, including Ridley Scott’s “Alien” and John Carpenter’s “The Thing.” It is also what might be considered the ultimate culmination of the Cthulhu mythos, where the threads of various stories connected to the lore of Lovecraft all come together. The story tells of the adventures of a group of explorers in Antarctica, led by our main character, William Dyer. While on a geological expedition near the frigid South Pole, the explorers find what appear to be the ruins of a prehistoric city, and the fossilized remains of creatures referred to as “Elder Things.” Further exploration reveals that nearly all of the Elder Things were apparently wiped out in a race-related war between themselves and other beings known as the Shoggoths…and that somewhere, deep within the city’s bowels, an unspeakable evil that even these ancient monsters feared is still lurking. As the story goes on, it soon becomes clear that this mysterious evil - the true identity of which is never really made clear - is not all that is still alive in this ancient necropolis…and that the war between these prehistoric races may not really be over. It’s surprising that this story has never gotten a cinematic treatment, since it has been the inspiration for other great films…and with all the references contained to Lovecraft’s general body of work, you could basically call a film version of this story “Lovecraft: The Movie.” There have been rumors, over the years, of Guillermo Del Toro - who is a HUGE Lovecraft fan - making a film adaptation of the story…but with Del Toro’s reputation for picking up and dropping projects faster than I do chicken eggs, I don’t think there’s much hope for that anytime soon.

3. The Shadow Over Innsmouth. This is one of Lovecraft’s most famous tales, as well as one of his most exciting, in my opinion. Initially published - as many of his longer works were - in serialized format, the story actually ended up being one of the few novellas by Lovecraft published in proper book form during his lifetime. (In fact, it might have been the only one, but I’m not entirely sure there; feel free to correct me.) The story begins with our resident narrator and protagonist - Robert Olmstead - telling us of how he helped a government purging of the seaport town of Innsmouth, and then goes on to relate why this happened, and why he’s telling us. He explains how, while going on a tour all over New England, he was more or less forced to travel through Innsmouth…despite the fact that virtually no one ever goes there. It doesn’t take long for Robert to figure out why: he learns of how many of the people in the town worship the mysterious creature known as Dagon, and how the ones who live there don’t seem quite right. They look more or less human…at first, but as they get older, they start to develop strange features more akin to giant fish than to human beings. They also don’t like nosy visitors…so, when Olmstead comes a-calling, you can be darn sure they aren’t the most welcoming. It’s a wonderfully haunting read, with some great moments of tension. The twist at the end is also deliciously disturbing, and actually reminds me a lot of another Lovecraft tale…but that’s literally another story.

2. The Dunwich Horror.

Alongside “Shadow Over Innsmouth” and “Mountains of Madness,” I would argue this is one of the most cinema-worthy entries in Lovecraft’s catalogue of creepiness, as well as one of his most interesting. It was one of Lovecraft’s last-published short stories, and is widely regarded as one of his best; if any of his works is published in a compilation that ISN’T “Call of Cthulhu,” it’s nearly always “The Dunwich Horror,” and between the two, I actually prefer this tale. Unlike all the other stories on this list, it doesn’t have a narrator-protagonist figure, but instead is related directly to the reader, so to speak, in third-person format. It tells of a series of dark happenings in the “eldritch town of Dunwich,” a quaint little New England village where lives a kooky old hermit known as “Wizard Whateley.” One night, Whateley’s albino daughter, Lavinia, gives birth to a child they name Wilbur, but no one is sure who the father is. Wilbur turns out to be a peculiar young fellow, to say the least, as he ages exponentially faster than any human being, and has repulsive, almost Satanical features that give him the appearance of a man and a goat combined. As he grows, Wilbur becomes desperate to find a copy of the fabled Necronomicon, for unknown purposes. Wilbur isn’t the only thing to worry about, as people soon become aware of a strange and seemingly invisible…SOMETHING living in the attic of the Whateley home. I won’t give away what’s going on exactly, but the unfolding horror is deliciously disturbing, and - much like the previous two stories I mentioned - it’s also very exciting. While tensions rise, the fear escalates from a looming, ominous foreboding to shocking action and intensity. If you’re only going to read one entry of Lovecraft’s famous Cthulhu-Mythos-involved stories…then you should probably read “Mountains of Madness,” but this one’s a close second there, definitely.

1. The Outsider.

Not EVERYTHING H.P. Lovecraft wrote was related to the now-so-lauded Cthulhu Mythos. He did, especially in the earlier points of his career, write stories that were completely unique and self-contained. It is likely very ironic that my favorite Lovecraft story is exactly such a case. This little story, as far as I can tell, has no connection to the famous lore at all: it’s a complete one-off, and it is a FABULOUS one. The story focuses once again on a narrator-protagonist, this time one who has no name. He tells the reader that he spent a great deal of his life trapped in the dungeon of a decrepit old castle, forever entombed in the dark, with no knowledge of the outside world, and no memory of who he really is or where he comes from. His only comfort are some antique books he’s managed to find. In desperation, eager to see light and meet other people, he creeps his way through the crumbling castle in a perilous escape attempt, till he finally reaches the outside world. His hope and joy intensify when he comes across a bright and vibrant party…but after trying to join the party, his dream-come-true quickly transforms into a nightmare. I do not DARE tell you all what happens, because the twist ending to this story is one of my favorite twists in ANY story. The twist itself is a big part of what makes this story brilliant, but it’s also just a really well-told tale. It’s tragic, it’s exciting, it’s disturbing, and it has just enough ambiguity in it to keep you guessing as to what is REALLY going on and why. On top of that, the story speaks to its own title audience: the outsiders. I think nearly everyone has had this feeling of being an outcast or just not “part of the crowd” at some point in their lives. And while we ideally try to just do our own thing, many of us have wished we could join in the party. It’s a story that is as touching and poignant as it is extremely unsettling, and for that reason, it’s undeniably my absolute favorite of his works. There’s something personal, something unique, and something deceptively simple about “The Outsider” that so many of Lovecraft’s other pieces don’t have…and it’s all done, I should add, without a lot of the things that make his work occasionally hard for others to get into. There’s no racism, no alien words that are hard to pronounce, no complete misunderstandings of math and science…just the story of a lost and lonely soul, trying to find some happiness…and the horror he inadvertently discovers instead. It may not be as famous as “Call of Cthulhu” or “The Dunwich Horror,” but there is no doubt in my mind that “The Outsider” is my favorite H.P. Lovecraft story.

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

Dagon.

From Beyond.

The Terrible Old Man.

The Case of Charles Dexter Ward.

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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Karkat Vantas vs Tavros Nitram!

Conditions:

All "Post Canon" materials are ignored. Both characters have all of their knowns weapons and tools available to them, even if they no longer have them by the end of the story. Tavros is not Gcatavrosprite.

Scenario:

Karkat is both bored and stir crazy having nothing to do on Earth C, so when Tavros invites him to go FLARPing, Karkat accepts. Eventually, the plot of the roleplay contrives that Karkat and Tavros's characters must fight, with both boys getting just a bit too into it.

Analysis: Karkat Vantas

Ask yourself one very important question. A question that has plagued nearly all of mankind since its very inception. What does God, our omnipotent creator, look like?

Stop thinking, because you're wrong. Our God is just an internet troll from another universe who wears a massive sweater, pulls his pants up to his chest, and has a love for dumb rom coms.

Meet Karkat Vantas, a mutant blooded alien troll from the distant planet of Alternia. Born as a mutant with bright red blood, Karkat had no place in Alternia's dystopic blood-based caste system and, as such, his very existence was a crime punishable by death. As such, Karkat has lived his entire life in constant fear and paranoia that one day his blood would be discovered and he would be killed. Growing up as a born outlaw in a murderous dystopia did not do well for Karkat's psyche, resulting in him growing up into an abrasive asshole who was fully convinced he would die at any moment.

Little did he know until his 13th birthday (or 6.5th birthday going off Alternia's time measurement system), he had inherited a destiny, regarding both the future of his race and the future of his very universe.

See, Karkat wasn't any mutant. He was a direct descendant of the Signless. A troll who, many centuries ago, had rebelled in the name of trolls of every caste, seeking to bring peace to the horrific, bloodthirsty dystopia. He was executed for his efforts, but not before his genetic information was copied.... by Karkat himself. Technically.

Karkat's other destiny was his destiny as a SBURB Player. He and all his friends were destined to play a video game called SGRUB, which would bring about the end of their world. The game, if played right, would allow Karkat and friends to become the gods of the new world, but in order for that to happen at all, the game had to allow Karkat to ensure his own existence through time traveling clone science fuckery. It's complicated.

This gave Karkat a golden opportunity to both escape his horrible situation and rule as the leader of a pantheon of gods over his own personal universe. Namely, our universe. He kindly assures us that it would've been a horrific and brutal regime, but it never really got off the ground, as Karkat's victory was stolen from him at the last second by an invincible time demon and Karkat would up having to work with the humans he had intended to enslave for the sake of survival.

This is because Karkat is not even half the conquer he wants to be. He isn't even really the leader of his team. Despite all his bluster of being a God born from a superior warrior race, Karkat is a loud mouthed weakling when measured up to nearly anyone else on his team. He has no special powers, he's physically the weakest out of everyone, and he isn't even an actual God.

What Karkat does have... is heart. Much to his chagrin, Karkat's special power is basically friendship. As a Blood Player, Karkat is supernaturally predisposed to being really good at making friends and maintaining friendships... which turned out to be the very thing he needed to succeed as well as he did.

See, all of Karkat's friends have a very deep, bloody history. As in, "these people are personally responsible for the most traumatic and horrifying events in my life. Events that shape who I am as a person to this day" deep. They've killed each other before and they would again. However, thanks to Karkat's influence, they're able to not only work together but actually almost get along. Karkat had a genocidal highblood supremacist counting him as one of his best friends, that's how potent this guy's friendship power inexplicably is.

A lot of this can be chalked up to the Blood Aspect, sure, but a lot of it can also be chalked up to who Karkat is under all the paranoia and anger. He gets people, he understands their character flaws, their failings, their fears, and he sympathizes with them. He gets, probably better than anyone else, that everyone around him is effectively a terrified kid with boatloads of trauma. That's the real reason he could never by the bloodthirsty tyrant he dreamed of. It's not who he is, at his foundation. It just took a long time and a lot of bonding with the humans he supposedly despised for him to realize that.

That said, Karkat is only physically unimpressive by the standards of the literal gods that surround him. He's still a SBURB Player and he still grew up on an inhospitable hell planet. As such, he is much stronger than your ordinary human.

Notably, he should powerscale to the same kind of meteor trip that Rose survived, as all SBURB Players arrive on their home planets this way and all the Players are capable of surviving their meteor trips. Unless you want to suggest that Rose is thousands of time stronger than Karkat as an infant, Karkat should be roughly comparable.

From this point, Karkat has been getting stronger all of his life. Everyone and everything in Homestuck has an Echeladder, a video game style leveling system that continues to make them stronger as they accomplish random things throughout their life, ranging from opening a fridge to winning a fight.

On top of this, Karkat is certainly a much more skilled fighter than your average human being. His team was able to take in the armies of the Kingdom of Derse, which has been warring with its opposite Kingdom of Prospite for as long as its home reality has existed. Despite that, Karkat found himself being flat out disappointed by how easy they were to fight against, with only the King proving to be enough of a challenge to rally the whole team.

As with all Homestuck characters, Karkat also has a sylladex, a hammerspace inventory system where he can store objects much too big to carry on his person, allowing him to pull out his handy twin sickles whenever he needs them. Really, the fact that most of his friends can knock him out cold with a love tap says more about them than it does about him.

Despite that though, Karkat is still not a fighter and he possesses bad luck to a literally superhuman degree. In fact, his luck is so horrible that it completely counters out luck based superpowers, allowing him to beat Clover, whose luck is so supernaturally good that it made him completely untouchable to everyone else on the battlefield except for Karkat. Turning all your negatives into a positive. If that isn't just Karkat's entire character arc.

Karkat is not the conquerer he so desperately wanted to be. But he is a leader and he is a friend, and in the hands of a Blood Player, those two titles are far more powerful than a warrior ever could be.

Analysis: Tavros Nitram

Alternia. The world before humanity. A death world designed to create conquerors and killers. Only the mightiest of warriors could possibly survive to adulthood. Only the cruelest killers would live long enough to join the fleet of the Alternian Empire and conquer the galaxy.

Tavros Nitram.... is not one of those warriors. Yet, he survives anyway. And Vriska hates him for it.

Tavros is a simple dude. When he's not playing Fiduspawn, rather, Troll Pokemon, he's happily LARPing with his friends while cosplaying Pupa Pan, troll Peter Pan. He's a shy and awkward dork on a planet full of bloodthirsty killers, which you think would make him an easy target. His Lusus isn't even big enough to protect him and he's a bronze blood, the second lowest rung on Alternia's bloodcaste.

Normally, you'd be right, but Tavros has an ace up his sleeve. His unparalleled ability with animal communion. He can control the minds of any animal he can telepathically reach, with his range expanding across entire universes. And when everyone else on the planet has a giant animal parent, that's a very easy way to guarantee no one messes with you. His telepathic ability can even extend to the nigh-omniscient First Guardians, reality warping gods tasked with preparing planets for the apocalypse, so long as they have some kind of animal component to them.

So, Tavros was left well enough alone... until he met Vriska.

Vriska... has had the opposite life experience on Alternia. Even with her similarly powerful telepathic abilities, she lived under a cruel, indifferent Lusus that demanded she hunt down and murder other kids to feed them to it, less she get eaten herself. Vriska, more than anyone, internalized Alternia's philosophy of might makes right. After all, if that wasn't true, then everything bad that happened to her happened for no reason at all and she was just a helpless teenage girl being pointlessly victimized. And Vriska could never admit to that.

So, when she sees Tavros living his best life without a single mean bone in his body, she figures she has to "toughen him up". If she won't, then he'll just die, right? No way someone can be a weakling and live a happy, carefree life.

So begain Vriska's attempts to ruin Tavros's life. Starting with her mind controlling him into jumping off a cliff to shatter his own spine, confining him to a wheelchair that his hive was not built to accommodate. Vriska would continually harass and bully him even as the world burned down around them, all under the guise of toughening him up.

This created something of a misconception in the fandom that Tavros is a complete pushover who lets everyone walk over him. This isn't completely untrue. Tavros is a complete disaster in social skills and the less said about his disastrous attempts to flirt, the better. He's nice, shy, and naive enough to see the best in everyone, even Vriska, which makes him struggle to put his foot down. He's even one of the only people on his team who'd never willingly take a life, even when Vriska tried to force him to kill her with mind control, he instead broke down crying and fled.

But, on the other hand, he does snark back at Vriska for her abuse constantly. He doesn't take anything she does to him lying down, he's just physically powerless to do anything about it and gets humiliated every time he tries. Remember, Vriska is the one most pushing the idea that he needs to be confident to fix all his problems... and Vriska is wrong.

Tavros is more than capable of handling himself in a fight. He used to play Fatal Live Action Roleplay for fun frequently and was confident enough in his abilities to go up against Vriska in it in the first place. LARPing is a lot more immersive when the other players are actively trying to kill you. Tavros spent hours side questing in SGRUB without having to kill a single imp, despite their hardcoded hostility. Equipped with a rocket powered wheelchair, Tavros can easily soar through the skies, charging foes down with his heavy lance. He even survived being carried down to Alternia on the back of a flaming meteor, just like everyone else on his team.

With his Fiduspawn cards, Tavros can create monsters to assist him in combat or call on the nearby wildlife for aide, preferring to use large groups to outnumber his opponents. Tavros is not the dedicated fighter Vriska is and he doesn't have to be. He's perfectly effective as he is doing what he's good at.

Ultimately, Tavros's most impressive feat would come about after his death. After finally getting fed up with Vriska and ditching her, Tavros would help in the battle against Lord English in his own way. He'd gather an entire army of millions of ghosts, thousands of dead gods, to wage war against tge Lord of Time, persuading all of them to his side for the fate of all reality. Tavros would completely upstage Vriska's own plans to take the fight to Lord English and completely shatter her world view, just by being who he is. Just like he always had been from the start.

Alternia tried its damndest to beat the humanity out of every troll on the planet. It might have succeeded for awhile with Vriska, before her own character growth, but with Tavros... it never even came close.

Throwdown Breakdown:

Well, time to see who's actually the weakest troll on Alternia.

Again, not really diving into stats here because they both scale to about the same things. Both of them can survive their meteor trips as grubs and both can keep up with the rest of the group during the fight with the Black King. A lot of the most impressive things Karkat would scale to are also things that Tavros would scale to because they did them as a group.

As for whether Tavros would be willing to fight Karkat at all, I do think he could in this scenario. Fighting is not something Tavros enjoys and Karkat is a friend of his. A very close friend even, Karkat is the person Tavros calls when he first breaks his legs and Tavros goes to Karkat after Vriska kisses him for advice. But, Tavros spends a lot of time FLARPing with and against his friends before and nothing about this scenario mandates that this has to be a fight to the death. Tavros would under no circumstances be willing to kill Karkat and vice versa, but a friendly fight is doable.

I disagree with the notion that Karkat could just bully Tavros into not fighting at all. All of Tavros's most pathetic moments come from interactions with Vriska, someone he couldn't challenge even if he tried. In fact, he did try. He died. Karkat, meanwhile, has never been shown intimidating Tavros and Tavros has never been put down by his insults and tirades. If Karkat was capable of bullying him into submission, he probably wouldn't have been the first person Tav called when he broke his legs. It feels like flanderization to say Karkat could bully Tavros like Vriska could when he has nowhere near the same malicious grip on him that Vriska does.

Now, onto the actual fight. Karkat has a very solid advantage in physical mobility. Even if we're assuming this is a dreambubble ghost Tavros with his working legs, Tav has point blank never demonstrated the same acrobatics that Karkat has by himself. If we don't assume that, then Tavros is either wheelchair bound or using prosthetic legs he hasn't fully adapted to yet. Either way, Karkat backflips and youth rolls all over him.

Problem is, this is possibly Karkat's only advantage and Tavros has counters.

Skill wise, both are pretty on par. Both characters were able to coast through fights with their imps and Derse's armies with relative ease. Tavros was doing a pacifist run, sure, but he still had to defend himself and survive adequately in order to talk his enemies down to begin with. On Karkat's side, he managed to survive up until his thirteenth birthday without anyone ever seeing him bleed, which is very impressive considering what Alternia is like. But, his character introduction directly specifies how little combat experience he actually has prior to SGRUB, while Tavros was a frequent FLARPer prior to being paralyzed. Tav has experience, but logistically, Karkat has the better weapons. Lances can be stilted and awkward to use in close combat as they are built as charging weapons, so if Karkat can box Tav in, he'd be at an advantage. As a whole, I'd say it evens out.

Special abilities is about where this all swings in Tavros's corner. Karkat can't fly so Tavros's rocket chair provides a big advantage, easily getting out of his range and charging from a distance. Even with Karkat's acrobatics, he would need something to jump off of to reach Tav, while Tav could control where the fight takes place to an extent, either by flying off in that direction to lead Karkat there or taking him for a ride should he manage to latch on.

This plays into Tav's obvious trump card, animal communion. With Fiduspawn cards, Tavros is going to have loyal animals on hand to fight Karkat off with and his flight allows him to take the fight to locations where there are animals to get them into the fray too. Or just fly off, grab some animals, then fly back. The sheer range of his telepathic abilities means that, so long as this fight is set on a planet with sentient life (which Earth C definitely has), Tavros can call in animal friends.

Karkat can win if he manages to box Tavros in, but Tav's flight makes that nigh impossible. Even animals that Karkat can completely fodderize through sheer stats would at least serve to distract him and keep him from reaching Tavros, gradually wearing him down with ramming charges.

Karkat's best option is to latch onto Tavros's rocket chair during one of his charges (or latch on after getting hit) and trash it to leave him a sitting duck, seizing the advantage while he's boxed in. And while I do think he's capable of this, he's going to be hard pressed to do so when potentially any and every animal in a ten mile radius could run up and dog pile him at any time, with swarms of birds and bugs pestering him off the chair before can do much damage or leaving him open to get clubbed with a lance or horns while he tries.

Karkat can win, but Tavros has too many options to keep him at bay before he does.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Tavros Nitram!

[carzstarz]

being transgender is driving me insane/ making me miserable. but in the sense of longing i guess, a desire to be myself when i am not myself. in which my sense of self is almost nonexistent but thats because of a lifetime of continuous abuse and torture and isolation/ loneliness and hated by everyone and chronic pain like if its not one thing its another. and my weird sense of like "i am two people" due to psychosis and the "other me" has effectively been gone for a while now and it makes me feel like there is hollow space in my body without it. like i feel safer but lonely in a very odd way, but if i talk/ think about it too long i start feeling odd and ive already grappled with it plenty at this point. but being transgender is finally catching up to me, as in i was able to not really focus on my gender too much for going on a decade because of psychosis, the constant paranoia kept my thoughts pretty occupied and my main goal was just to survive and keep the demons from finding me, so i avoided mirrors a lot (not in a sense of "the mirror dimension" but moreso a fear of seeing what is hiding behind me or it seeing that i saw them) like there was no room in my mind to think of how i wanted to truly look when the goal for each day was "dont get caught and eat enough to live until tomorrow" its so hard to articulate.

but i was at least able to bind for a long time and that did a lot of work for me, i knew people would see me as a girl no matter what but at least i could have a flat chest. but now i cant bind and my boobs are bigger now and i feel like i shouldnt even feel bad since theyre still pretty small. but once you get in the "well actually you should consider yourself lucky some people have it worse!" mindset is a give a mouse a cookie situation like that thought can be stretched and extended until it ends with "so you should want nothing you should need nothing" which ends with "you hardly exist" and yet here i am anyways. but its still hard to try and "be transgender" because of the chronic pain once i can get past my mental problems. im just in too much pain to live. i dont know how to even approach having hobbies anymore because im in too much pain. its not always so bad but the flareups are ao frequent and so many different things flare up i can hardly move or breathe or speak. how am i supposed to transition when im hardly alive? im either too seperated from reality or writhing in agony. my mind is so broken from the pain and isolation i dont know what to do. other than keep on living but my god. i felt like i was starting to feel myself too, trying to connect with myself and talk to people and experiment with art and now its like forever unemployable because i cant stand or walk or use my arms and frequent chest pain that leaves me unable to think or blink. i dont think i want to be disabled for rhe rest of my life but its not something i get a choice in i just dont want to be bedridden in agony for another 60 years. and i feel bad thinking like that like "oh its not that bad and theres plenty of ways to have a fulfilling life while being disabled" yeah well i wanna dance and ice skate again! if anything i dont want the pain to persist when i lay still. i want a job but im too fucked forever and it makes me feel like a quitter. even jobs that require just sitting seem too advanced and out of reach for me due to the whole "sometimes i feel like im having a heart attack at random" thing. i wanted to make comics

i dont think its too late since i know that as long as youre alive then it can be better and you can try again and i do believe that good things are on their way in my personal life at least. but i also think i reached the end of my rope a long time ago and im just continuously beat down and its making it hard to feel like i have a soul. its not really a "i wish i transitioned years ago" but more "i wish i was myself to begin with and i wish that wasnt something that got continuously beat out of me for almost 30 years" or like "boohoo i wish i was a boy but instead im some weird psuedo girl" like part of me is sad i never got to be a girl the right way. or at least that i never got to dress like one the right way i guess. but i got a new shirt today and im pretty excited about it too

[shigarakisdumbwhore]

Some Realistic Shigaraki Headcannons (in my opinion)

And debunking some "realistic" ones I've already seen (with evidence on why I feel this way). This is just my opinion and something fun I wanted to do with an analysis, you're more than welcome to disagree or have other points!! But if you like romantic Shigaraki headcannons and character analysis, read on!!! These headcannons are also gender neutral.

Some of these I found on Tik Tok that I disagreed with or only slightly disagreed with. This analysis will also heavily be supported by the way he treats the league members. Manga spoilers as well!!

"Tomura Shigaraki would love PDA and he'd cherish you and need someone gentle to hold him." I do disagree with this. I would not say Shigaraki hates physical touch but he would not be showing off PDA in public or even the league. I feel like he's more of a private guy when it comes to that. He may even say it would hurt his representation of "The Symbol of Fear" when he's coddling his partner. Which yeah, I would agree too. However, he would definitely come off as a jealous and possessive type if someone got the wrong idea you weren't together. He'd definitely be a complicated partner

"Tomura Shigaraki is the type of guy to purposely make his partner cry because it gives him a power trip." When Twice could not duplicate the Yakuza Bullets, Shigaraki did not lash out on him. I do feel like people characterize him incorrectly because he's a villain but we have a well established view of the relationship with Shigaraki vs the other members of the league. I don't see him doing things to make you cry for funsies. Another point to make is how he got mad on Twice's behalf. He even complimented Twice for overcoming his trauma.

"Tomura shigaraki is the type of guy to remind his partner daily he could take their life at any moment just to keep them in a constant state of paranoia." There's a few points I have to make with this one. Except during the beginning of Shigaraki's growth, he has always been moderately respectful to the other league members. Sure in the beginning he was a buttface to Dabi, Toga, and Stain, but we're talking about post-growth Shigaraki but pre-AFO Shigaraki. I don't see him having any reason to lash out and threaten his comrades, much less his lover for no good reason. He has a dream to destroy and welcomes his friends to destroy with him and create a world in which they could live freely. This has been stated in multiple occasions but most specifically this panel with Toga.

Another point I'd like to make is when he was talking about destroying everything and everyone, in his vision he did not see another league member at all. Well, who cares? It's just a bunch of pictures. For one, Horikoshi has a really good habit of tending to detail and portraying a story through visual arts. Secondly, we see Stain and Overhaul in this vision but not the rest of the league.

"Tomura shigaraki is the type of guy to constantly blame society for his shortcomings because he can never accept he's wrong." This I can agree with to an extent. Early Shigaraki would definitely have been a man-child incapable of actually being wrong. It's either society or you who caused whatever argument. Shigaraki later on... I think it would really depend on the context. He was able to recognize how immature he was in the past and improved. That's what makes the Meta Liberation Army Arc so revolutionary to Shigaraki's growth as a character. He's finally able to admit he's wrong and do better to destroy. However, in a relationship, I do agree.

"Tomura Shigaraki is the type of guy to off all his partners friends not because he's jealous but because it's more 'convenient'." This is a direct copy and paste, I'm not sure if it's the grammar but I don't really understand. Would I consider Shigaraki jealous? Yes, 100%. Would he kill just to destroy. Also yes. But as mentioned before, Shigaraki does care about the other members. Here he doesn't directly say "I miss Kurogiri" but like Toga says, he doesn't deny it. I think he's just incapable of being that truly vulnerable verbally. So if it affects you, he would not do that. But if he got jealous with someone flirting with you, I could see him killing them for that reason but never admitting why.

"Tomura shigaraki the type of guy to ignore his partner when their upset." I disagree with this not to an extent but in a different way. Because I don't believe it's that he's intentionally ignoring you with the objective of being a buttface but simply bc he cannot comprehend it. He does not know how to console someone who is upset, therefore ignoring you.

"Tomura shigaraki the type of guy to constantly put the leagues needs over his partners because his thirst for destruction matters more." This one is just a lot to unpack. If this was the case, why would he tell Toga his comrades are an exception when it comes to what they want. I think indirectly he'd be meeting your needs but this is also assuming you are a league member yourself and not just labeled as "Shigaraki's Significant Other". He definitely wouldn't meet your needs in a traditional boyfriend way so don't expect that. Don't expect cute words of affirmations, gift giving, and all the love language nonsense. He loves in his own love language and if you're with Shigaraki, that is just a hurdle you'll have to accept.

"Will never understand how he's in the wrong and will never apologize no matter how hurt you are." Yeah, I agree. Shigaraki does not know how to apologize. His pride and ego is wayy too big for that. Would he feel guilty inside? Yeah, probably, but he'd never admit that. It'll always be a cycle of not talking to each other in anger to forgetting it happened and moving on. Is this toxic? Yeah, a little, but let's be real. You're dating THE leader of the LOV.

"He's always hot and cold, one day he will praise you constantly and the next deem you useless" Early manga Shigaraki would definitely do this. Not because he actually thinks you're useless but because he's probably frustrated that something didn't go his way as seen with Kurogiri. We know he's very fond of Kurogiri but he does act like a buttface to him sometimes. Later on in the manga, after Shigaraki got some chill I think he would have gotten over this and learned to appreciate the efforts and shortcomings.

"Brutally honest and does not feel bad at all, this means pointing out insecurities of yours aswell." Yeah. I don't really have much to follow up with this on other than Shigaraki just says what's on his mind, no matter the intent. Targeting your insecurities specifically, idk about all that considering how he was with Twice's trauma and guilt about Big Sis Magne's death.

"He was raised AFO guys let's be honest he's probably so manipulative it's not even attractive". I really don't agree with exactly how it's worded but I can't disagree. I don't think he's manipulative the same way AFO is. We've never seen him achieve the same level of manipulation that AFO has but we have seen Shigaraki manipulate things to get his way. Would that include trivial relationship things? No, I'd say not. This is a tricky one and very opinionated. So I think it's up for debate or observation.

"If AFO noticed Tomura had a relationship beyond just using someone he'd definitely force him 2 break it off and Tomura would not object." Based off how we see Shigaraki and Spinner get along, I'd disagree heavily. Shigaraki wasn't some obedient kid the whole time. We saw him get a lil sassy with AFO and Garaki. I think Shigaraki would object but I also don't see AFO interfering. Shigaraki made a lot of mistakes during his uphill climb to becoming The Symbol of Fear. Many mistakes that AFO probably saw as useless but let Shigaraki make them so he could grow on his own. Also meddling into a romantic relationship by forcing Shigaraki to cut you off would probably dampen the trust and relationship. That's not to say AFO wouldn't meddle, but he'd want you to probably strengthen the hate and need for destruction. He may even use you as a pawn in the future. Shigaraki would have to say something at some point. Being with how much he gets along with Spinner, as we see here they're talking about games, Shigaraki would want people to be friends with after being lonely for so long. That's why he always played solo. He never had anyone.

"No he would not cuddle you and tell you how pretty you are, a relationship with him would be parasitical" I agree. If Shigaraki isn't the PDA type of guy, I don't see him being overly clingy and touchy in general. Shigaraki using you though, no. We have multiple examples of Shigaraki showing he cares about the league. Therefore, caring about you.

"He would use you and even if he did love you it wouldn't be in a romantic way. Similar to how AFO loves Yoichi you'd simply be more of a possession rather than an equal." I don't even know how many times I have to say that Shigaraki respects the other leagues as equals. I can only use 10 pictures this entire post and I've used them all up. However, we all remember when Shigaraki beat ReDestro and he gave all the members of the league a division in power so they all got the same respect and leadership as him. Sure Shigaraki was THE leader of it all but didn't put his friends below him.

Okay, that's my analysis. You can disagree respectfully, add points, debate points, whatever you'd like as I'm interested in seeing more. Shigaraki is my favorite character and I feel very close to him because I can relate. But one thing that makes me sad is when his character is misjudged and people make him out to be an abuser. People whose favorite character is Shigaraki are not terrorists or abusers. I'm not saying a relationship with Shigaraki would be perfect either. It wouldn't be ideal and would definitely be toxic.

If you've read this far, thank you!

[theawakenedstate]

The Root Chakra is a Big Part of understanding our Energetic Foundation. However how do we even know if we have a healthy or imbalanced root chakra? With the release of The Chakra Detox Clearing Audio Meditation bundle in the Membership this month, I wanted to spend some time going into the deeper questions on Chakra Healing for those who are curious to learn more on Energy healing. This is one of my most passionate topics to talk on.

I thought we could take a different approach this time and start to look at each individual Chakra. 

Starting with The Root Chakra

Last Week we went deep on: How does Chakra Healing actually work BTS? 

Now, in relationship to knowing how chakra healing works, we have to start looking at: well, Do I have any imbalances or blocks in my chakra system? How do I know for sure? 

Now, it’s very common to have a blocked or an imbalanced root chakra due to our society at large. 

Unfortunately, we are a very fear-driven society. When we have a spiritual awakening, a big piece of it is learning how to evolve ourselves out of the survival mind and into a place of the New paradigm, Thriving in that 5d consciousness, that lives beyond fear.

Of course fear is normal and a very natural part of life – However When we have a root chakra imbalance or block, FEAR and Survival is often all we can think about in our Worldview. 

The Root Chakra is an important chakra to balance as it helps us:

Regulate our Nervous system

Move out of Lack/Scarcity Consciousness

Feel a Sense of Belonging

Feel safe and Supported in your body 

And so forth. 

The Root Chakra also helps us literally feel “grounded” which is an important skill as an energy sensitive, HSP or Empath. (without question lol)  The root is the place of our Energetic foundation that is located at the base of our spine. It holds immense power in shaping our sense of safety, support, and connection with the world around us. Let’s dive into the signs and symptoms of a blocked root chakra versus a Balanced Root Chakra. However, First, you might be asking yourself:

What’s the Difference Between an Imbalanced Chakra vs. Blocked Chakras?

A blocked chakra is usually a chakra that’s been blocked over a period of time(years even) and that chakra has blocked energetic flow in a particular chakra. An Imbalanced chakra is a little bit different because an imbalance can often be overactive or underactive energy flowing through the body. This means the chakra has very little flow in the chakra or an Excessive amount of Energy in that chakra.

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Signs of An Imbalanced Root

What are the common signs of a blocked Root Chakra? Imbalances in this chakra can manifest in various ways, leading to feelings of fear, insecurity, and disconnection. Individuals with a blocked energy in this chakra may experience a constant sense of paranoia, believing that the world is against them. This fear-driven mentality often results in a lack mindset, where scarcity and lack of abundance dominate one’s thoughts.

Moreover, a blocked root chakra can trigger survival instincts, pushing individuals into a fight-or-flight mode. This survivalistic mindset engulfs them in feelings of uncertainty and inadequacy, hindering their ability to feel safe and supported in their environment. The lack of belonging and connection further exacerbates the root chakra imbalance, creating a sense of isolation and alienation from oneself and others.

Balancing the Root Chakra for Healing

On the contrary, a balanced root chakra instills a profound sense of security, support, and abundance in one’s life. Individuals with balanced root chakras exude a feeling of safety and trust in the universe, knowing that they are supported in their spiritual journey. This alignment with the root chakra enables them to cultivate an abundance mindset, where the focus shifts from scarcity to prosperity and growth.

A person with a balanced root chakra will have a deep sense of connection with oneself and the world around them, leading to feelings of belonging and self-assurance. By embracing the healing power of the root chakra, individuals can transcend survival instincts and embrace a state of peace, harmony, and inner stability.

Practical Steps for Root Chakra Healing

To address root chakra imbalances and blocks, individuals can engage in various healing practices, including Mindset tools, Mind-Body Healing, energy healing work, and mindfulness techniques. By exploring and releasing past traumas, fears, and limiting beliefs, one can restore balance to the root chakra and realign with the energy of safety and support. By recognizing and addressing the signs of root chakra blocks, individuals can embark on a transformative path towards self-discovery, healing, and empowerment.

Unlocking the Power of Our Energetic Foundation

In conclusion, the root chakra serves as the cornerstone of our energetic foundation, influencing how we perceive and interact with the world. By understanding the signs and symptoms of imbalances, individuals can tap into the inherent power of Chakra Healing and manifest a life filled with abundance, connection, divine Health and self-realization.

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The Root Chakra is a Big Part of understanding our Energetic Foundation. However how do we even know if we have a healthy or imbalanced root chakra? With the release of The Chakra Detox Clearing Audio Meditation bundle in the Membership this month, I wanted to spend some time going into the deeper questions on Chakra Healing […]

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Chucky

Chucky's backstory is that he was a serial killer named Charles Lee Ray who transferred his soul into a doll using voodoo. The doll, a Good Guy doll, was then bought by a mother as a gift for her son, Andy Barclay.

Early life 

Born on May 1, 1957 in Hackensack, New Jersey

Had a loving family, but suffered from homicidal urges

Killed a janitor by slitting his throat

Cut off his hand and presented it to children as "Captain Hook"

Becoming Chucky 

In 1988, Charles was being chased by a detective and was critically injured

He collapsed into a pile of Good Guy dolls and used voodoo to transfer his soul into one of them

The store was struck by lightning and burned to the ground

Becoming a doll 

The doll was bought by a mother as a gift for her son, Andy Barclay

Chucky befriended Andy, but secretly killed his babysitter

Chucky's goal was to get back into a human body

This then brough along the movie franchise Chucky and the plot of the movie is very similar to the actually backstory and kept key elements

Plot- The original Child's Play movie (1988) introduces Chucky, a doll possessed by the soul of a serial killer named Charles Lee Ray. After being fatally wounded, Ray uses a voodoo ritual to transfer his soul into a "Good Guy" doll. The doll ends up in the hands of a young boy, Andy Barclay, as a birthday gift from his mother. However, Chucky begins committing murders, and Andy becomes the prime suspect. As the truth about Chucky's identity unfolds, Andy and his mother must fight to stop the murderous doll before it's too late. The film blends horror and dark humour, making Chucky an iconic character in the genre.

The effect of the object is important for when I create my item of choice

Chucky, the murderous doll from "Child's Play," significantly affects characters by causing immense psychological trauma, manipulating them with his charming facade, and driving them to extreme lengths to survive his relentless pursuit, often tearing apart their lives and relationships as they try to expose his evil nature and stop him from transferring his soul into a human body

Key ways Chucky impacts characters:

Instilling Fear and Paranoia: Chucky's ability to appear seemingly innocent while committing violent acts creates a sense of constant fear and paranoia in those around him, as they struggle to believe a doll could be responsible for the chaos. 

Psychological Manipulation: Chucky uses his seemingly friendly demeanor to manipulate and gain the trust of his victims, particularly children, often playing on their vulnerabilities to further his own agenda. 

Isolation and Alienation: As characters try to warn others about Chucky, they are often dismissed due to the absurdity of the situation, leading to isolation and a feeling of being alone in their struggle. 

Physical Harm and Trauma: Chucky's violent attacks leave both physical and emotional scars on his victims, causing lasting psychological trauma. 

Loss of Innocence: For young characters like Andy Barclay, Chucky's presence shatters their sense of innocence and security, forcing them to confront a harsh reality of evil at a young age. 

These after affect of the object which in this case is a doll is helpful as I need to decide what my item does specifically to my character as it will effect her similarly to a classic horror movie trope.

[not-that-blog]

So I realised this morning that the same kind of thing I did when breaking up with Natalie, where I went through and made a giant list of qualities that should just inherently exist in a healthy relationship, I need to do but for friendships.

I'm really big on community is necessary and that I need to build my found family and that I want a circle of friends my own age who support each other and become chosen family.

It's been a thing I've always wanted.

Except the thing with coming from constant patterns of abuse and neglect, is that I never really overly looked at what healthy friendships look like.

Until I moved in here, saw my friendship with my housemate was not equal and that it's full of genuine issues.... and that so are several friendships I've kept for years and I have realised that they've left me so burnt out that I don't socialise with people whom I actually do like anymore.

Like I've become isolated from my circles because my friendships suck and they don't want to do anything with me around my interests because and I quote the two people who are the main culprits of this: 'They make me insecure about things and so I don't want to interact with those communities or that part of you.'

It was about my queer and polyam. Both times.

Meanwhile Moose still is the chillest human ever when on call I say 'Hey, I need you to come to pride with us this year. It's the littlest baby's first pride, she's asked to come, I need another safe person to help look after her.'.

And if his car wasn't fucked again atm, would typically be down for a lot especially with notice and me reminding him that I will pay for fuel money.

But having friends (aka: the group he introduced me to and my cousins family) who are genuinely supportive, loving, care about me as a person and encourage my relationships, my passions, my wants, values and dreams... who look after me and help me grow and it's mutual.

Has highlighted how toxic some of my older friendships have become and how much I need to reconsider a lot of dynamics in my life and relationships.

I've been reconsidering a lot of things since realising/coming to terms with the bipolar diagnosis.

Mostly noting what makes my manic episodes that come with paranoid delusions worse and realising that outside of my mother, it's certain friendships that treat me more like an object than a human.

Or decide that the world is just too much for me and try to isolate me from dangers instead of letting me live which as someone who's paranoia comes from ptsd around exactly that.... made my sense of reality so much worse and having friends now who gently challenge my delusional episodes by creating safe spaces for my delusions to be proven wrong and for me to grapple with that... vs friends who would actively encourage my delusions by telling me to isolate from my fears and kinda tell me off for engaging with the things that scare me or encouraging me to address them with anger instead of patience and time.... that was a big highlight in how they saw me, how they deal with conflict/anxiety and how they see the world and the kind of worldview they encourage.

Anyway, so I need to fix my mentality I have around friendships and family the same way I did with romantic relationships.

[that-lazy-snail]

Election Ramblings to follow...

So I'm currently studying abroad in Japan for the year (and all the struggles that has presented is a whole different story but!) and the election has literally made me physically sick with anxiety every day for the past week. Like I can't sleep, I have no appetite, I have a horrifically upset stomach. I haven't been this anxiety paralyzed since I was 15, in England with the worst depression of my life and suicidal thoughts, before Trump got elected the first time. I know there's been some studies done on the post 2016 election ptsd but I honestly didn't realize how bad it was, I forget how bad it was and the fact that this year, it's another woman vs a white man, it's worse than it was in 2020.

I literally cried for an hour today, and probably will continue to cry until I fall asleep (if I even can it's 3:30 am in Tokyo right now) because in 2015 no matter how horrible Trump was, a woman was somehow still worse. That is psychologically damaging in a way I can't explain, that the country basically said that being a pedophile and a rapist, racist, homophobic criminal, was still better than being a woman. The bone deep dread I have, that it will be the same now, is indescribable. I don't know if I can survive another Trump presidency, as someone who has reproductive health problems and is amab, as someone who is homosexual. Even if the policy doesn't kill me (which it very well could and would, I live in the South) the stress, constant paranoia and anxiety might.

Being abroad for the election is definitely also not helping. While I have a wonderful sense of community with my friends here, and we're all very supportive of each other and have been doing some emotional hand holding for the last month of so regarding the election, my professors and to be frank the fuckin European students are not understanding. Quite a few of the European students are actually assholes about it and treat the whole thing kind of like a joke (which it's very much not) and use it as an excuse to shit on America and Americans overall. The professors aren't mean, they're just oblivious to the like, constant state of breakdown I've been in for the last week or so. Life goes on here, they watch our election on the news and call it done, for me, it is quite literally my life on the line so I'm quite a bit more anxious and generally stressed about it. I miss my parents and I'm terrified he's going to be elected and I'm going to go back to my apartment, alone and suffer. I'm so scared I'm going to relive 2016, where I sobbed in my parents bedroom for hours, until 6 in the morning except without my mom holding me and my dad telling me everything would be okay (spoiler it wasn't they overturned roe v. wade). Where I campaigned for Hillary and prayed for the rest of the adults around me to protect my future and watched them choose sexism and hatred over my safety. Watched my grandmother say that how her church told her to vote and their opinion was more important than my future, and then tell me that to my face. When I spent that whole year, believing that we'd get our first female president only to have that future ripped away. I'm scared to hope for it, but when (and I say when because if she doesn't I might really never be coming back from Japan) she wins, I'm going to celebrate so fucking hard. I'm going to be cheering and popping champagne and screaming from the rooftops that we finally shattered the glass ceiling.

By God I hope she wins, I hope she wins for women, for LGBT people, for children and for schools and for immigrants and for education and for unions and for tax cuts and loan forgiveness and freedom. I don't want to live in fear for the next 4 years, assuming that it doesn't quickly turn to fascism if he's elected. So she's going to win, cause she has to win, and if she doesn't I don't think I can call myself American anymore.

[quiannesblog]

REFLECTION 001

Not Everybody Believes In A God: A Reflection Paper on My Experiences Growing Up With God and Religion

As the saying goes, “Every man’s heart one day beats its final beat. Their lungs breathe their final breath. And if what that man did in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others and makes them bleed deeper in something that’s larger than life, then their essence, their spirit, will be immortalized by the storytellers.”

Theology was a subject that I have been avoiding to learn about ever since I was a kid.

Do not get me wrong. I love learning but when it comes to God and religious beliefs, it was a topic I refused to acknowledge as much as I could. I know of its impact and how it has affected history, especially the trajectory of human lives and if given a chance, I’d want to be open-minded about it, even if it means abandoning my own atheistic beliefs.

I grew up in a typical, religious Filipino family. Full of hypocrites and empty-hearted worshippers, who only kneel before God in desperate times and never on times they should thank Him. They used His name and the “supposed” teaching at church to scare me and force me in a box of fear and paranoia, without truly knowing God properly and the church itself. I used to be the kid who prays to God and Jesus; before I eat a meal served at our dining table, at school where I was most of the times, and before I go to sleep where I dreamed peacefully.

You could say that it was inflicted on me, because our house used to have this display dedicated to God and Jesus, filled with His and Their framed pictures, along with religious figures— such as angels, the apostles, and so on and so forth. But I’ve never seen any of my family members who actually prays and give an ounce of their attention at the altar built in at the corner of the wall, always going on their way and ignoring it. It was indeed just a display, even the thick-paged bible that was on our house has collected the dust, no mark of fingerprints were left on it to show that someone has opened and read it. My family loves to pretend that they cared about God, but I grew up hearing foul and hateful words coming out of their mouths, and how they cursed other people to damnation.

I was mostly ignored when I was a kid. They fed me, they bought me clothes to wear, I slept in a comfortable bed, and there was a roof over my head, but that doesn’t mean I grew up in a loving, caring home. I do not have vivid memories of the happiest moments of my life, but I do remember hiding behind the curtains and watching my grandparents fight all the time; sometimes, it’s about money, or my grandmother’s constant accusation of my grandfather cheating on her, or how they’re having a hard time raising me while my mother is still finishing her college degree. I was the result of teenage pregnancy and growing up was not pleasant for me, as my family would constantly berate me just for my mere existence and how they’d shamed my mother for getting pregnant early.

They’d tell me that I was a sinner and God could never love me, which resulted to me being scared all the time that I’ll just die because my family told me God eliminates sin and punishes the sinners. And my father? Oh, he left after they got married and started a whole new family; which is funny as I heard my grandparents say that he was a faithful and family-oriented man and yet he can’t take up the responsibility to be a proper husband to my mother and father to me. I was always alone and left at the house. I didn’t have anyone to play with as a kid. I had toys, yes, but I missed the feeling of what it’s like to have a bond and in my mind, I made up different imaginary friends. It was a lonely childhood and I always wondered what ever I did in my past life to deserve this (if ever that exists), because why was I allowed to have a life like mine?

I prayed to God. I prayed to Jesus. I prayed to anybody who would hear my prayers. I was so tired of hearing my family fight all the time and why it became the norm in our lives. None of my prayers were answered. It only got worse over the years and it made me often think to myself up until now, that if God truly exists why was my life like that? Am I not His child to be shun in a life that was miserable and lonely?

At school, I became envious of my classmates because I see their family picking them up after schools with smiles on their faces while the person always waiting for me by the gates was my yaya— strangers that have come and go in my life, who replaced the bond and comfort I seek out badly from my family that they cannot give. I saw how supportive my classmates’ parents were and how they praised them even if they did not well in school, so as long as they’re learning. But for me? It was a nightmare to step foot at our house the moment I have failed a school work.

I remember how I’ll sit at the dining table back at home with my grandparents and mother looking at me with disappointed expressions on their faces, my failed school works sprawled on the table instead of our dinner for the night. My mother would cradle my face gently, but her eyes tell a different story— she was mad and she saw me as a failure. She’d ask me, “Why didn’t you do better?” or “Do you think I’m happy with a score like this?” and I’d shook my head with tears in my eyes, my heart heavy knowing that she can’t be proud of me. My grandparents would stay quiet and compare me to other children, say why am I not like my classmate, or Aling Marie’s son, and so on and so forth. And all of the these things they’d said would fill my mind and I’ll just close my eyes to try and forget about it. During those nights, my sleeps were restless and I don’t pray because I feel like I can’t seek comfort from God. And even on the days I succeed, where I present A+ papers to them, they don’t feel proud of me. They don’t praise me and all I get is a nod and an empty acknowledgment, and at those moments, I feel alone, that not even praying to God can help me feel better.

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[autisticsupervillain]

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Stats Equalized!

The show where we equalize strength, speed, and durability to decide who would win a battle of hax, skill, and versatility.

This Month's Fighters...

Blitzo Buckzo vs Karkat Vantas!

Conditions:

No other restrictions.

Scenario:

After dying and being sent to Hell, Her Imperious Condescension hires IMP to assassinate Karkat out of spite.

Analysis: Karkat Vantas

Ask yourself one very important question. A question that has plagued nearly all of mankind since its very inception. What does God, our omnipotent creator, look like?

Stop thinking, because you're wrong. Our God is just an internet troll from another universe who wears a massive sweater, pulls his pants up to his chest, and has a love for dumb rom coms.

Meet Karkat Vantas, a mutant blooded alien troll from the distant planet of Alternia. Born as a mutant with bright red blood, Karkat had no place in Alternia's dystopic blood-based caste system and, as such, his very existence was a crime punishable by death. As such, Karkat has lived his entire life in constant fear and paranoia that one day his blood would be discovered and he would be killed. Growing up as a born outlaw in a murderous dystopia did not do well for Karkat's psyche, resulting in him growing up into an abrasive asshole who was fully convinced he would die at any moment.

Little did he know until his 13th birthday (or 6.5th birthday going off Alternia's time measurement system), he had inherited a destiny, regarding both the future of his race and the future of his very universe.

See, Karkat wasn't any mutant. He was a direct descendant of the Signless. A troll who, many centuries ago, had rebelled in the name of trolls of every caste, seeking to bring peace to the horrific, bloodthirsty dystopia. He was executed for his efforts, but not before his genetic information was copied.... by Karkat himself. Technically.

Karkat's other destiny was his destiny as a SBURB Player. He and all his friends were destined to play a video game called SGRUB, which would bring about the end of their world. The game, if played right, would allow Karkat and friends to become the gods of the new world, but in order for that to happen at all, the game had to allow Karkat to ensure his own existence through time traveling clone science fuckery. It's complicated.

This gave Karkat a golden opportunity to both escape his horrible situation and rule as the leader of a pantheon of gods over his own personal universe. Namely, our universe. He kindly assures us that it would've been a horrific and brutal regime, but it never really got off the ground, as Karkat's victory was stolen from him at the last second by an invincible time demon and Karkat would up having to work with the humans he had intended to enslave for the sake of survival.

This is because Karkat is not even half the conquer he wants to be. He isn't even really the leader of his team. Despite all his bluster of being a God born from a superior warrior race, Karkat is a loud mouthed weakling when measured up to nearly anyone else on his team. He has no special powers, he's physically the weakest out of everyone, and he isn't even an actual God.

What Karkat does have... is heart. Much to his chagrin, Karkat's special power is basically friendship. As a Blood Player, Karkat is supernaturally predisposed to being really good at making friends and maintaining friendships... which turned out to be the very thing he needed to succeed as well as he did.

See, all of Karkat's friends have a very deep, bloody history. As in, "these people are personally responsible for the most traumatic and horrifying events in my life. Events that shape who I am as a person to this day" deep. They've killed each other before and they would again. However, thanks to Karkat's influence, they're able to not only work together but actually almost get along. Karkat had a genocidal highblood supremacist counting him as one of his best friends, that's how potent this guy's friendship power inexplicably is.

A lot of this can be chalked up to the Blood Aspect, sure, but a lot of it can also be chalked up to who Karkat is under all the paranoia and anger. He gets people, he understands their character flaws, their failings, their fears, and he sympathizes with them. He gets, probably better than anyone else, that everyone around him is effectively a terrified kid with boatloads of trauma. That's the real reason he could never by the bloodthirsty tyrant he dreamed of. It's not who he is, at his foundation. It just took a long time and a lot of bonding with the humans he supposedly despised for him to realize that.

That said, Karkat is only physically unimpressive by the standards of the literal gods that surround him. He's still a SBURB Player and he still grew up on an inhospitable hell planet. As such, he is much stronger than your ordinary human.

Notably, he should powerscale to the same kind of meteor trip that Rose survived, as all SBURB Players arrive on their home planets this way and all the Players are capable of surviving their meteor trips. Unless you want to suggest that Rose is thousands of time stronger than Karkat as an infant, Karkat should be roughly comparable.

From this point, Karkat has been getting stronger all of his life. Everyone and everything in Homestuck has an Echeladder, a video game style leveling system that continues to make them stronger as they accomplish random things throughout their life, ranging from opening a fridge to winning a fight.

On top of this, Karkat is certainly a much more skilled fighter than your average human being. His team was able to take in the armies of the Kingdom of Derse, which has been warring with its opposite Kingdom of Prospite for as long as its home reality has existed. Despite that, Karkat found himself being flat out disappointed by how easy they were to fight against, with only the King proving to be enough of a challenge to rally the whole team.

As with all Homestuck characters, Karkat also has a sylladex, a hammerspace inventory system where he can store objects much too big to carry on his person, allowing him to pull out his handy twin sickles whenever he needs them. Really, the fact that most of his friends can knock him out cold with a love tap says more about them than it does about him.

Despite that though, Karkat is still not a fighter and he possesses bad luck to a literally superhuman degree. In fact, his luck is so horrible that it completely counters out luck based superpowers, allowing him to beat Clover, whose luck is so supernaturally good that it made him completely untouchable to everyone else on the battlefield except for Karkat. Turning all your negatives into a positive. If that isn't just Karkat's entire character arc.

Karkat is not the conquerer he so desperately wanted to be. But he is a leader and he is a friend, and in the hands of a Blood Player, those two titles are far more powerful than a warrior ever could be.

Analysis: Blitzo

Hell. The eternal punishment awaiting every sinner and heathen at the end of their life. Whether you be a cruel mad scientist who tortures the poor or a murderous, cannibalistic matriarch. Your chance for redemption was the life you had before and your punishment is this. But, for some people, being born an imp in Hell can be worse than being a sinner sent down to it.

Blitzo Buckzo was a circus clown working for his abusive father Cash down in the Greed ring of Hell. Blitzo was never as popular as his coworker Fizzarolli, who would eventually go on to do better things, but despite that he was mostly happy with his life. Until the day he accidentally ruined it.

On the day of Fizzarolli's birthday, Blitzo was working his way up to confessing his romantic feelings for his coworker, but he chickened out at the last second, accidentally knocking over Fizz's birthday cake. This started a fire that completely destroyed the circus. Blitzo's mother was killed, Fizzarolli was crippled for life, and Blitzo's sister now hated him for life. Physically and mentally scared by the accident, Blitzo's life was destroyed as everyone he cared about either abandoned him or died. The O in his name is silent now. He doesn't want to be reminded of it.

Turning to the world of professional killing to make a living, Blitzo would found the Immediate Murder Professionals. Using his... "relationship" with Stolas, a royal demon of the powerful Goetia family, to gain access to the human world, Blitzo would loan his services to sinners who wanted revenge on the living to make a profit. A terrifying prospect, seeings how he's one of the most dangerous killers in Hell.

Blitzo always carries a sniper rifle and two flint locks with him into every fight and he's an expert marksman with both. He's headshot moving targets out of the air on more than one occasion and gone up against some of the toughest customers in Hell. He's defeated a group of Cherubs from Heaven alongside IMP, fought Striker, the most dangerous outlaw the Wrath ring has ever seen, and, alongside Fizzarolli, defeated the entirety of the Knolastname Mafia in a single massive fire fight.

As an Imp from Hell, Blitzo is extra resilient. He's immune to earthly fire, survived building sized explosions of Hellfire on multiple occasions, and is durable to shrug off getting shot. His agility certainly hasn't gotten any worse since his circus days, as he's fast enough to run on walls, nimble enough to dodge arrows and bullets, and skilled enough to catch himself falling out of the sky with just his tail.

But, most impressively, Blitzo seems to have turned his bad luck into some sort of superpower. He's made falling pianos suddenly change course mid-flight, fooled humans with realistically impossible human disguises, and once tricked an entire gang into slaughtering each other so that he didn't have to fight any of them.

If Blitzo can be said to have any weaknesses, it's his own personality. Ruining his own life and the abuse he's suffered from his own father has given him a self loathing streak, turning him into a massive jackass who mistreats and pushes away his own friends. He fails to notice Stolas's genuine romantic interest in him because he can't comprehend anyone actually wanting him around and he fails to realize how he's improved the lives of anyone around him. Even burying the hatchet with Fizzarolli and giving his adopted daughter Loona a loving home hasn't dissuaded him of this. He's a self destructive mess.

But, no matter how he gets in his own way, he knows what he's good at. Guns, knives, and murder. So, he'll keep killing and keep racking in that murder money until all of his problems go away. So, you want so vengeance, loathsome sinner of Hell? Then call the Immediate Murder Professionals!

Throwdown Theme:

Throwdown Breakdown:

This fight boils down entirely to a comparison of skill feats. There really aren't many other factors to consider here. Karkat's bad luck has completely nullified the luck powers of other fighters before, making that a non factor, and stuff like Blitzo's fire resistance just isn't relevant here.

Unless Karkat can breathe fire, in which case, he's been holding out on us.

Honestly, these two match each other in a lot of ways. Even with the stats equalized, I can see Karkat being fast enough to dodge Blitzo's bullets. Not only does he have comparable feats in canon, but Blitzo himself can keep up with people who can dodge his fire arms, so Karkat would be equalized to his level regardless.

Both of them have had really shit lives growing up in horrible hell worlds. Or in literal hell as the case might be. The difference here is the sheer scope of the opposition they faced. It's easy to dismiss Karkat as a terrible fighter, but that's when placed alongside his friends. IE. gods, chainsaw wielding space vampires, and telepaths so powerful they can push continent sized meteors around.

Blitzo is one of the best professional killers in hell. There's no question there. And the only character who can reliably match him one on one is Striker, who himself is so badass that circle of Wrath sings his name whenever he passes by. Striker said it best himself, Blitzo could be killing overlords if he really wanted to.

But, Karkat grew up and survived on a planet where his very existence was made illegal. He was a crime punishable by death. And this is ontop of making the Kingdom of Derse look like a joke. Even Karkat, the weakest member of his own team, was disappointed by how easily he could slice through Derse's armies and imps, even after they were Prototyped with the eldritch monstrosity Gl'bgolyb. Derse, for the record, is a Kingdom that had been locked in an eternal war for its entire existence, so it wasn't like they couldn't back themselves up on that.

Mranwhile, Blitzo's best showing was against a building full of literal D.H.O.R.K.S. Government agents that the rest of the world saw as quacks who only used weapons from Japan's Edo period instead of, say, guns. And even with I.M.P. backing him up, he still needed to bailing out by the end.

That isn't to knock Blitzo out of the running completely however. I do believe he's more agile and certainly has better aim. Karkat's not bad in that department himself, literally front flipping up cliffs at points, but Blitzo has just been doing similar for a lot longer. But, by that token, Karkat's sylladex would catch him off guard, resulting in him either getting crushed by a safe or having his guns taken away. Karkat can use his own sylladex to create cover for himself, nullifying Blitzo's range advantage.

You can argue for Blitzo using Stolas's grimoire for similar effect, but the problem is he doesn't usually take that with him on missions. He leaves it with Loona, so she csn portal him out afterwards, so he's unlikely to have it here. And even if he did, Karkat could toss it into his own sylladex like he could with the guns, leaving Blitzo with no way to access them.

Overall, I think Karkat is, if not superior in fighting skill, at least comparable enough to break out his real secret weapon: Friendship.

Karkat's Charisma is outright supernatural. As a Blood Player, he's literally bound to it by fate, msking undyingly loyal friends even against his own will. It's not even troll specific, as the Jack Noir of his session can attest to. Karkat's response to this random asshole stabbing him was to basically declare them friends on the spot. And it worked.

Blitzo, meanwhile, is honestly the exact kind of person that it would work on. Blitzo's life is the exact kind of tragically romantic soap opera that Karkat's romantic little heart would love and Blitzo doesn't care enough about his clients to kill someone he's grown to like. He's just flat out said "fuck my clients" when it serves his own purposes.

In the end, Karkat's unironically a better fighter and his own unique tricks would let him win out in a close fight more often then not, with Karkat's Blood Player status allowing him to talk the fight down to a nonviolent conclusion if he needs to. Blitzo's marksmanship could end the fight before that happens and he has enough of his own advantages to win almost as often as he losses, but I'm putting my money on Mr. Adorabloodthirsty more often than not.

I might be biased to hell and back because I love both these characters, but, well, it's my blog, so.....

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Karkat Vantas!

[77ngiez-archive]

let’s unpack this, shall we?

first off, making a sideblog just for this? that seems kinda iffy, almost like you don’t want your shitty behavior here tainting your reputation and friendships. almost like you’re not actually owning up to it, which is what a real apology would entail.

"male" "they" wow! great job misgendering me, yet again! it’s almost like you never learn from your mistakes! since you have me blocked, and not the other way around, it shouldn’t be too hard to check my blog or en.pronouns or, like, anything to see what pronouns and terms i actually prefer! spoiler alert: "male" and "they" are pretty damn low on the list.

"i tried to make a narrative" "had i bothered doing any research" which one is it? you tried to make a narrative about me, or you were misguided? pick a side, treat, your constant waffling isn’t earning you any sympathy points.

"they were being harassed by the victim" and here you prove that, as per usual, you have no idea what you’re fucking talking about. the proshipper in question was harassing ME, and MY FRIEND. stalking our blogs for any mention of him, refusing to delete screenshots of our posts from his pinned, block-evading… you get the idea! then again, of course you’d consider me the harasser in the situation - after all, your behavior towards me was practically identical to his behavior towards me and my friend!

"and they encouraged this" are you kidding? you realize that octo had a talk with this guy, right? multiple ones in fact. he did not fucking encourage you. he only knew that blog belonged to you after you’d started the whole shebang, and only because he asked you!

"i believed this would earn me brownie points" so, to recap… you attacked a mentally ill minor prone to extreme paranoia and made his life a living hell for months, to seem more *believable* as a proshipper? this is such a flimsy excuse, it’s laughable, and only serves to make you seem more awful - especially since, y’know, it’s a bold-faced fucking lie considering that YOU NEVER TOLD THE PROSHIPPER IN QUESTION ABOUT THIS CAMPAIGN UNTIL YOU’D ALREADY GOTTEN DEEP IN.

"the only thing it did was make me and others more miserable in the long run" ding ding! correct! do you want a prize for stating the fucking obvious? is it news to you that harassing minors isn’t going to make the world sunshine and rainbows?

"then people started defending the victim and attacking my friend" defending me? yes, correct. attacking your friend? bull-fucking-shit. all we did was try to defend me from your cherry-picked accusations, and unfortunately your friend - who i believe still doesn’t know the truth of this incident - got caught in the crossfire.

"i was being very manipulative, and it was way past the point of redemption at that point" finally, an ounce of self-understanding! yes, treat, it was way past the point of redemption at that point - in fact, it was past the point of redemption from the start, since i was (and still am) a fucking high-schooler.

"i really have no idea why i continued" you and me both.

"a certain someone" …is that supposed to be referring to me? because i really have no idea what you’re talking about. if you’ll recall, you have me blocked on every one of your numerous accounts. i couldn’t send you an ask if i tried, and honestly i wouldn’t want to!

"the only thing that keeps me from posting this on my main blog is the fear of people" the fear of people learning about the horrible things you did? the fear of people leaving you due to your actions? what you did was completely your fault, and if you lose a couple of friends (which i’m sure you won’t, considering your brilliance at manipulation!), you probably deserve it. because if you lose a couple of friends, that’s probably because they don’t fucking trust you.

"i understand that this may make me appear more ingenuine" right again! it absolutely does! ingenuine, selfish, and like a liar. you want me off your back, so you’re throwing yourself a pity party and calling it an apology. that’s the exact behavior that, when coming from my mother, traumatized me into developing a complex dissociative disorder! get a grip.

"i don’t expect you to move on even know" well, at least you’re keeping your expectations (in that regard) realistic. "and you’re free to hate me" i don’t need your permission to hate you. they’re my feelings, and i’m going to do what i want with them.

"i know what i did was unforgivable" well, you see, it actually isn’t! if you really felt sorry, or at least did a better job at going through the motions, i might actually be inclined to forgive you. if i could get any assurance that behavior like this wouldn’t happen again from you, i might be inclined to forgive you. but you have lied and lied and lied and now i can’t trust a word out of your fucking mouth.

"i’d rather not have a reminder of my actions" and here it is - the real reason you’re not posting this on your main. you don’t want any chance of getting reminded of your big fat fuckup. sorry, what am i supposed to say to this? "i’m so sowwy, poor widdle baby! look at you, having to confwont the consequences of your actions!"

if you wanted to go no-contact, then why tag octo, and why her sideblog specifically? if you wanted to tie up all loose ends of this awful story, then why keep lying through your rotten teeth?

i don’t get you, treat. i don’t fucking get what i did to deserve your vitriolic attention.

i hope you’re happy now, with your friends that don’t know a thing about your actions.

if anybody’s read this far (which i doubt anybody has, especially not the motherfucker i’m reblogging this from), treat’s main blog is @sparkleonsayori. block them if you feel so inclined. i certainly would, if i was able to.

(also, treat, if i misgendered you i apologize for that. nobody deserves misgendering no matter what they’ve done. i just don’t know what your preferred pronouns are, since you have me blocked and i can’t see your blog.)

Hi, this is my confession. I’m going to get straight to the point. I am currently 21, and I harassed a child, calling them a proshipper. That was back in about late 2022 to early 2023, or about 7 or more months ago, at this point I don’t remember.

I made two fake accounts, and tried to make a narrative where a person I don’t know [The victim, otherwise known as Nana] was an adult woman, and a proshipper who was making friends with children in the SDRA2 fandom. None of those things were true, when in fact, the victim is a child, an anti, and is a male. Had I bothered to do any research before calling them everything I did, I would have realized that very quickly, seeing as they had a card stating their age and gender.

I had an account where I was pretending to be a proshipper myself, which I used to gather information on proshippers at the time (made maybe a few weeks before I even learned about the victim’s existence). I had come in contact with a 20-something (??) year old proshipper that had confided to me that they were being harassed by the victim. I had an idea which I shared with said person to make them look like a proshipper as retaliation, and they had encouraged me through most of the process up until they later blocked me. I had believed that this would give me brownie points with said proshipper and make me seem more believable.

The only thing it did was make me and others miserable in the long run.

Under the second account, I had sent out of context screenshots to one of my friends in an ask. They had no knowledge that it was me, and posted it believing what I had cherry picked. From there I reblogged the post from one of my main writing accounts, and had made it very clear to all of my friends that ‘If they were friends with the victim, I would be blocking them’ or something along those lines. From there I had spoken to a Teruya account user  who was close to the group (I don’t remember if they were following said account or if we were friends or not) and had pushed them into telling other people about my post. I had done that with several other people as well.

Then people started defending the victim and attacking my friend, which made me panic. I began grasping at straws for days trying to prove that I was right on said second account.

In between all of that I had lied and said that the only thing I was guilty of was misinformation. That included both my friends and people who came to get my side of the story.

When I knew that I couldn’t win, I had deleted any and all evidence of the harassment, including the accounts after I had seen that said proshipper (the one I mentioned earlier) had blocked me. From there I simply continued to tell people I was innocent, that it was a misunderstanding, and basically talking my way out of the situation for the most part. I was being very manipulative, and it was way past the point of redemption at that point.

This was the first time that I had done anything like this. I knew probably halfway through that what I was doing was wrong, and I should have stopped and deleted everything, and I really have no idea why I continued.

The last apology that was made was complete garbage. I was running off of pure emotion when writing it, dancing around the subject because I didn’t want to believe that I, an adult, had harmed people much younger than me. Though I DID mean it when I said I was sorry. I was dumb enough to think something like that would just make everything better and that I could just lay low and it would all just blow over after a while.

That was until yesterday afternoon when a certain someone contacted me via my ask box asking to be friends with the condition of apologizing for everything I did first. While that may have been a reminder, that wasn’t my reason for posting this. I’m tired of feeling like everyone is my enemy, I’m tired of the paranoia, I’m just tired of hiding. 

The only thing that keeps me from posting this on my main blog  is the fear of people. I know I fucked up, but I am unwilling to post this on main because I know I will be attacked, ostracized, and isolated from others that I’ve grown close to. I understand that may make me appear more ingenuine, but I know that this will have a chance of being spread around anyways and what I fear will happen even if I wish it doesn’t. 

I’d like to say I’m sorry, Nana. I don’t expect you to move on even now, and you’re free to hate me. I know what I did was unforgivable. I can only hope that you and anyone else who was affected will be able to heal from my malicious outbursts. 

I’ve tried to go zero contact to allow you and everyone else involved the space to breathe, and I would appreciate it if it stays that way. We don’t have to be friends here, and would rather we don’t speak at all. Anyone I feel is trying to bring it up to me will be blocked, I’d rather not have a reminder of my actions.

Treat

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I don't know who to tag here to get the message through.

Goodbye.