#bad savior ending style that is

[zorosangell]

HII! I have zero clue if your requests are open if they're not ignore this ask. but let's pretend it's totally summer time and it's vacation to a 5 star resort time ok? ok!!!!! i just had this random thought of the strawhats going to an extremely luxurious resort w/ a shit ton of pools and the reader ending up losing their top of their bikini while hanging out in a shallow pool with her girl bffs n having to call for bf zoro to be her savior.. sorry. i miss zoro he needs to be disturbed with every miss inconvenience ever

⛥ﾟ・。 hibiscus

synopsis: after a wardrobe malfunction at the pool, you're left soaked and topless... luckily, you have a hot boyfriend to come to your rescue.

cw: fluffy fluff, comfort, zoro is a bit emotionally constipated, reader's better than me, girl talk, the bikini top isn't specified so imagine whatever you want.

a/n: look at my man's abs <3 oml

"No way!" you gasped, eyes wide as they flicked over each boy, completely taken aback by the similar look of them.

The little girl—who you learned to be Pasha—nodded, letting out another sigh as she grabbed another wildflower from her stockpile, tucking it into your hair.

"You have so many brothers! How big is your family?"

"Really big," her twin sister, Iza, answered, tying off another small braid she'd made. "There's twelve of us all together."

"Twelve?!"

Just the thought made you lightheaded, your mind somehow unable to comprehend one woman doing all that.

'Big Mom oughta watch out...'

"Wait 'til you learn most of us are twins..." Mila—another sister—chuckled, tossing some grapes into her mouth.

"Twins?!" you asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"Don't scare her off, Mila! It's not that bad," Pasha assured, carefully placing another peony in another section.

After getting cornered by the Navy, and nearly capsizing while trying to escape, Nami decided the crew was well overdue for some rest and relaxation.

Luckily, the executives at nearby Elysia Resort were more than eager to welcome you into their facilities—on the consensus that nothing would be stolen and no fights would be started.

So, while the others fooled around on the beach, or did some daytime reading, or made their fifteenth pass at the buffet, you hung out at the resort's impossibly large, impossibly luxurious pool.

Where you seemed to have attracted the local population of tween girls.

"Wait, but I thought pirates with braids were cliché?" you asked, confused, as you skimmed through the magazines some of the new girls brought over.

"Cli-what?" Maya cocked her head to the side, scrunching her nose as she adjusted her floaties.

"Old news," Leona clarified before turning to you, pulling a few of the braids Iza had finished toward your cheekbones. "And they're making a comeback. Like feather earrings."

"Please," Pasha scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Feather earrings are not making a comeback."

"Tell that to Kaizoku Style," Iza grinned, holding up a magazine that read LOOTING CHIC in bold letters right above a head-shot of a woman wearing feather earrings.

"They don't look too bad," you nodded, gliding your feet through the crystal blue water of the shallow end.

"See," Leona smirked, crossing her arms in triumph. "If they're not the new thing, then what is?"

"Bangles," Pasha answered, matter-of-factly.

"They've been in fashion!"

"You were the one that stole them out of momma's jewelry box, weren't you?" Mila teased.

"I did not!"

"There," Iza smiled, tying off the very last braid before giving your shoulder a soft pat. "All done."

Carefully, you leaned forward, taking a peek at your reflection through the clear water and smiling brightly at what you saw.

Your hair was adorned with all different flavors of bloom, the vibrant colors only enhancing your natural beauty.

And the braids added depth to your curls, giving it a majestic and earth-woven look.

"Oh, girls, I—"

"DOG PILE!" a random boy exclaimed, an army of them seeming to follow as they all let out a unanimous battle cry, quite literally canon-balling right on top of you.

A chorus of screaming young girls echoed throughout the pool as boys of varying ages rained from the sky—one in particular jumping on top of your head and shoving you underwater.

"NO, WAIT MY—!"

Shhrip!

Your eye twitched, and underwater you let out a sigh of frustration as your hands snapped up to cover your chest.

'You've gotta be kidding me...'

Once the assault was over, you stood from the pool floor, glancing at the ripped bikini top floating on the chlorinated surface as you turned to the girls—most of which too busy chasing down their brothers for ruining their hair.

"You all okay?" you asked, suddenly incredibly tired.

"We're fine," Pasha sighed, shaking the water out her ear. "They always do stuff like this."

"All right, then. I'm gonna go find something to cover... this..."

Turning around, you stepped out the pool and started the trek back to the cabana, moving at a brisk pace as you kept your hands firmly pressed against your bare chest.

Even though you loved children, you had to admit that you were less than pleased to see a bunch of teens had broken your top.

And even less so that they had failed to apologize.

But, if the boyish cries of "Uncle! Uncle!" from the far end of the pool were anything to go off of, then you were sure the girls had fought to avenge and defend your honor.

Sensing someone's presence, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts, only to see your swordsman standing right before you.

His eye dragged over your body, almost analytically, gauging your situation and gathering his response.

"The kids broke your top, didn't they?" Zoro asked, his hand sliding down into his pocket.

"How'd you guess?" you sighed, slightly hanging your head, now thoroughly regretting you didn't wear a one piece.

"Was doin' some strength workouts on the beach when I heard a bunch of kids screamin'. Remembered you were hangin' out over here and decided to check it out to make sure you were all right."

"Well—"

But before you could even say anything, he tugged his haramaki over your head, carefully securing it over your chest before scooping you up in his arms.

"Zoro!" you flushed, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, managing to brush past his strong deltoids in the process.

"M'tired. You're comin' to nap with me," he stated, completely serious and leaving no room for argument as he started the trek back up to your room.

In the moment, he didn't mean to be so curt.

It wasn't you he was upset at, but rather all the creepy, on-leave marines he'd snapped at on his way, who were laughing and leering at your body like what happened to you was funny.

Pinnacles of Justice?

Pinnacles of Justice, his ass.

You'd think the defenders of the people would show a little common decency and look away when a woman's trying to cover herself.

"You have fun?" he asked, gruffly, wanting to switch the subject before he got mad all over again.

"The girls did my hair," you reported, resting your head on his chest. "Braided it and decorated it with flowers while they asked me questions about being a pirate... and fashion."

A sheepish smile crept onto your lips, excitement and worry spreading through your chest as you fiddled with a curl.

"How's it look?"

The adorable expression stretched across your face sent a sharp pang of warmth straight through the swordsman's heart.

Of course it looked good.

It was on you.

With the dewy droplets of water in your hair, along with the array of flora, you looked like some sort of sea nymph.

Discreetly, his eyes flicked down to your chest, his dick stirring slightly in his trunks at the sharp contrast of green against your tanned skin.

His haramaki was stuck to your wet body like a second skin, your pebbling nipples making it abundantly clear that it was the only thing keeping him from you.

The real you.

The bare you.

'Fuck.'

Giving your thigh a soft squeeze, he nodded with approval, a small smile settling on his lips.

"You look beautiful... you always do," he stated, as if it was a fact. "Don't need flowers to see that."

Freeing one of his hands, he fixed a particularly large hibiscus, tucking it behind your ear along with a flyaway.

"I—"

He was interrupted by the sounds of your soft snores, looking down to see you were already out like a light, cheek smushed against his pec and hand resting softly over his heart.

Like boyfriend, like girlfriend.

His chest roared with admiration at the sight, along with the sudden, violent urge to protect.

The swordsman wasn't one for beating up children, but if he ever ran into the little hoodlums that snapped your top...

Let's just say he'd have a few choice words.

[scurvyboy]

Not to beat a dead horse or whatever, but you don’t see fiddlestan being healthy at any point? I feel like your version of them would have most of their issues figured out by the time they’re old and stuff. Can you talk about their dynamic a bit more pretty please? (I know you just had an ask about this so sorry to keep bringing it up aha 🤪. I’m obsessed with them, and I love your art/au and want to understand them.)

the basis of why i like the fiddlestan ship is strictly because it doesn't work and is doomed to fail. it's a relationship between two extremely damaged people that are only together for transactional reasons.

the way i see it starting: fiddleford comes back to gravity falls after being kicked out by emma may in hopes that he can patch things up with ford. he finds stan there instead and decides to help him fix the portal despite his crushing anxiety about it because he has nowhere else to go. they're both stuck alone in this situation and urges become apparent. things are awkward for a while before they start banging fuck nasty brokeback mountain style.

fiddleford wants stan because he's delusional and still in love with ford. sure he grows to appreciate differences between them and has a separate chemistry with stan, but he is also completely out of touch with reality and rebounding off of his failed marriage with a man who looks just like the one he cheated on his wife with. working on the portal triggers intense panic attacks, which makes him use the memory gun more, which makes him less and less stable.

stan is working himself to death trying to get ford back and just needs affection. the sexual aspect of their relationship helps him blow off steam, but fiddleford also treats him like a person with a brain and allows him to be emotionally vulnerable for the first time in a long while. having someone finally break down his walls is equal parts frightening and addictive for him; he wants to be loved so badly but knows deep down that fiddleford doesn't actually love him, just the person he represents. he's just second best again.

things start to fall apart when it becomes clear that fixing the portal will be impossible without the other journals. fiddleford basically gives up trying to do the work in earnest and just lives in a domestic fantasy world. stan starts to get more and more impatient about the lack of work getting done and the stress makes him a lot more irritated and volatile. the two enter a vicious cycle of violent fights and honeymoon phases until things boil over: stan confronts fiddleford about the memory gun and kicks him out after he tries to use it on him.

post break up fiddleford, now with his cult and savior complex, murder suicides the portal and their affair from both of their memories. however, stan gets his portal memories back being at the shack and goes on to do what he does in canon.

the whole relationship takes place over the course of a few weeks and is as canon compliant as i could manage. i think it's a really fun concept and i think about it all the time.

to be real, i really dislike the idea that all relationships in media have to be healthy and resolved in order to be compelling. the idea that characters NEED to end the story happy and together is just plain unrealistic. i prefer when stories go outside of the limits of "and then they got together and everything was great after that", especially if being in a relationship isn't necessary to a characters arc.

i do think that them getting together when they're older could work and be very nice. however, i also don't think it's entirely necessary, especially since i did make their relationship rotted gutted awful bad. it is cute though, they can kiss and watch tv and marry for taxt purposes i guess.

[libraryraccoon]

The Demon Of Cancellations : A Cancel Contracts Business

The story of a demon in hell that can cancel contracts.

P1 (here) -> P2

TW : Bad english, english isn't my first language.

Pronouns used for the Reader : he/they

Male/Gn reader. Others info : the reader do 5'7 and have a dark academia style with a trench coat.

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There was a well-known demon in hell. They were not an Overlord, but very powerful.

‘Why ?’ you will ask ? Because they was able to make any contract appear, and make it disappear, cancel it, just by touching it.

People call them The Demon of Cancellations.

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I should tell you where all begin, right ?

Well, that all begin with a teenager, a 16 years old teenager.

He was a normal teenager, going to school, lying, daddy issues, mama’s boy, hating the life and his siblings, burning car and sometimes house...

A normal teenager from the Gen Z.

But, one time, he die.

His friend told him to jump from the rooftop of their school.

And, as a dumb suicidal, he jumped.

And just like that, when he opened his eyes, he was in hell.

He didn’t know what to do. He always know he will end up in hell, yeah, but he didn’t expect it that early !

So, like everyone that go in hell and don’t know what to do, he decided to do a pact with an Overlord !

Well, try will be a better word.

Why ? Because when he touch the contract, the contract disappear. The contract was cancel.

And our little demon, that wasn’t that dumb, decided to start a business which consists of canceling contracts.

And that worked !

And it’s just like that, that The Demon Of Cancellations was born.

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Angel Dust wasn’t very sure about all that “Demon Of Cancellations” thing, but if they can cancel his contract with Valentino, he won’t say no.

It was Friday, at 9pm, when Angel Dust arrived at the building where the Demon Of Cancellations do their business.

The building was a normal building, well, as normal as a building can be in hell.

Angel entered the building, and went up to the third floor, where his, perhaps, savior's office was.

The Demon wasn’t what Angel expected. And the Office too.

Angel imagines a large, dark office, with a large and terrifying demon waiting for him.

Not a 5'7 teenage human-like demon. No, but seriously, the only things that differentiated them from a human were the demon horns and tail.

Angel knew that some demons kept appearances that could be more or less close to their living form. In fact, the less bad things a demon does while alive, the more similar its appearance will be to when they was alive.

But that didn't make sense ! How could a powerful demon, who could break any contract just by touching it, have done only a few bad things ?!

“Hello, Angel Dust I supposed ?” said the demon, making Angel Dust focus on the demon in front of him. “Come, take a sit, I don’t bite, I swear !” they said with a soft smile.

The Demon was wearing clothes that looked Dark Academia style, as well as a trench coat, and they had a black blindfold covering their eyes.

They didn’t look that different from a regular demon that haven’t done too much bad thing from alive.

 But Angel Dust couldn't let his guard down. They were The Demon Of Cancellations after all.

Carefully, he sat down on the seat in front of the desk, looking at the face of the demon in front of him.

“So, what contract do you want me to cancel for you ?” they ask, always with a smile.

‘They look like a little like Alastor, think Angel Dust, ‘always smiling like a fucking creep.’

“With Valentino.” Said Angel Dust.

“Valentino ?”

“Yeah. A problem with that ?” ask the spider demon.

‘Maybe they can’t cancel it. Yeah, that should be that.’ Think Angel Dust, mentally repressing himself for having believed, for having hoped, to be able to end this fucking contract.

“Oh no !” said The Demon Of Cancellations. “It’s just that it’s the 5th this week that someone ask me to cancel a contract with him.” They explain. “I was thinking about putting my office closer to where he works, as most of my clients are his workers."

“If you do, I doubt you'll survive more than a day. He'll kill you when he will see you." Said Angel Dust with a little chuckle, thinking at Valentino that was swearing about “That stupid fucking demon that take all my bitches”.

Angel Dust won’t lie, it’s only after hearing that, that he decided to come see them.

And as his contract appeared, floating on the desk, he knew he had made the right choice.

The Demon Of Cancellations touch the contract, and just like that, the contract was cancelled, disappearing in the air.

Angel Dust couldn't help it, he smiled and cursed.

“Yeah ! Take that, you bitch Valentino ! I’m free !”

And he was. He could feel his soul being free after all this years.

The Demon Of Cancellations laugh at that.

“Well, you’re free now. So go do all that the devils do when they are free.” Said The Demon Of Cancellations.

“FUCK YEAH !” scream Angel Dust, running out of the office. He had to tell what just happen to Charlie and Husk !

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The Demon Of The Cancellations, Y/N by his real name, was happy in a way.

He was maybe a trash, a bad person from his living, but he won’t do the same in hell. He will help people to be free, well, as free as a sinner can be, even if that mean that he will die because of that.

Especially if he can get money with that ‘good’ action.

What ? He was still a demon after all. Why would he do that if it's not for money ?

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Possible part 2 with Husk and/or Alastor.

It’s the first time I write for Hazbin Hotel, for Angel Dust, so it’s not that good but I will try to do better.

In a timeline, it happen after the season one.

[ghouldtime]

Alone. Truly Alone.

I know I’m not the only one who took one singular, inquisitive glance at the new Alone Operator skin for the upcoming season and went “Would”. I need need need content on him

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If you had to rank all the terrible decisions you’ve made in your life, this would certainly be in the top ten. Breaking into an abandoned place was a bad idea on its own. Now multiply the magnitude of that by twenty, considering it was supposedly some kind of military facility at one point in time before it was left to rot. Then add in the factors that you were alone, without a map, and no cell service. Yeah, definitely not your smartest decision. 

Dozens of garish yellow and red signs marked with a variety of warnings used everything under the sun (and law) telling you not to proceed decorated the corroding chain link fences that lined the property like it was going out of style. The crumbling facade of iron and concrete that made up the walls were made out to match. Everywhere you looked there was yet another warning, another thing telling you to turn back now. That should've been a sign, right?

Well, it wasn't the sign you were listening to. That one, the only sign you cared about right now, you had spotted stapled to a telephone pole as you were waiting to cross the street to go to your favorite grocery store. The crumpled, salmon pink flier hastily crammed in your backpack was your savior and your curse that brought you here.

The reason being a whole whopping $500. Something that would greatly benefit you and cause a whole less of a headache this month - and allow you a chance to breathe. It was a chance you couldn't pass up. And it's not like it was complicated. All you had to do was: get into the desolate fort, get proof of evidence of being inside there (photographic AND physical), and get out. Simple. Easy money. A task that even you could manage in maybe an hour or two, tops. You'd be an idiot not to do it.

Why anyone would pay that kind of money for you to go in there was beyond you. Quite frankly, you didn’t care. Money was money. Everyone had their reasons and if they were paying that much for a task that was that simple, then you weren't going to pry. All they had to do was pay up when the time was done, you'd never think about it again, and you'd be on your merry way a whole lot better off and a little bit richer.

Just to be certain that this wasn't a prank or someone trying to harass their ex with a pathetic attempt to get their number out there, you called the number scrawled hastily on the rain-soaked, faded poster. A harried Scottish accent confirmed without a doubt that this wasn't fake and was real as real could be. Truth be told, you didn’t understand much of what he said aside from “Aye”, which was close enough. He seemed to be talking at a million miles an hour in a near frantic tone. Surely, that was a red flag. But right now you were colorblind to everything except green.

It was enough motivation for you to throw some gear into a backpack and head out late in the night to the address of the once-important fort. The promise of cash and having it soon in your hand was plenty to get you moving.

Against your best instinct, against your gut screaming at you and telling you to turn back, and against all common sense - you went forwards anyways and decided today was the day when you’re going to pretend that you’re illiterate and those warnings meant nothing to you anyways.

Stale, stagnant air filtered through the respirator that hung snug on your face. If you breathed in a lungful of whatever was in here without it, it's likely you would’ve ended up with some new kind of respiratory disease previously unheard of - you're sure of it. Algae and lichen clung to some damp crevices, decorated with splotches of black mold the darkened the corners even more along the outskirts of the inky, lingering shadows.

Each cautious step forward onto the rubble and gravel covered ground ricocheted off the dilapidated walls of the corridor, fading into the abyss of black that stretched on far beyond what you could see. Though you doubted the protective eye ware helped you see better - it was probably more of a hindrance but you didn't want to take any more risks than necessary. The last thing you needed was a hospital bill.

The pathetic beam of warm, yellow light your flashlight provided scarcely illuminated the void that swallowed the hallway whole. What little you could see did nothing to motivate you forward. More disintegrating ceiling and rubble-buried winding halls greeted you with the same unwavering stillness as the rest of the place.

Crumbling, bleak, cold passages decorated with mildew, mold, and umber mystery stains you really didn’t want to think about alike stretched in a winding labyrinth you tried your best to navigate. Sparse nearly-disintegrated warning signs served as place markers to guide you through the otherwise directionless building, offering you the smallest sense of navigation and a sense of knowing where you were going.

One foot in front of the other, step by slow step, you made your way through the place untouched by light and people alike.

It shouldn't be that hard, you mused as you kept on walking. Whether it was just to reassure yourself with a steady mantra or confidence was left up to debate, but the fact remained: it was simple. Get an object that irrefutably proved you were here, take a picture - and that was it. That was all.

Now, that still left the question of what to take and what to get a picture of up for debate. Scouring the building hadn’t turned up anything worthwhile so far, except maybe some signage. But they were all too… generic. They were all something that could easily be faked and pulled from elsewhere. And a picture of them or another dimly lit, basic hallway wouldn’t do you any good. It would get you a door slammed in your face, a laugh if you’re lucky, and certainly no $500 which was the whole reason you were here in the first place.

Maybe you should’ve asked specifically what he wanted you to bring and a picture of….

Who are you kidding? You wouldn’t be able to understand a lick of what he said if you did. Maybe his accent was better in person, maybe he had told you in the hurried, almost anxious tone and you weren't remembering - but trying to talk to him again through the phone was a hopeless endeavor. Unless they were keeping a spare brain in here and translating software, you doubt you'd be able to even begin to try and understand the guy. All you could do was silently curse yourself for not asking, curse him for not being more coherent, and try your best to find something unique, snap a picture, and get out of there before you regretted stepping foot in this place even further.

With grumbled curse, knowing very well that you had to go further in the hopes that something actually substantial would greet you, you kept on going. There was no turning back now, no. You'd come too far. One more step forwards got you closer to that money and being out of here.

Yet lady luck wasn't making this easy, nor was she on your side today. A majority of doors you came across had been locked - barricaded, and certainly not something you could open. Their heavy, unyielding steel frames stood impassive, unmoving, and scarcely caring of your plight or any force used against them. It's almost like they stood there, mocking you silently for even trying. It was a waste of energy to even try with another one when the first twelve hadn't done anything more than groan slightly, giving the tiniest shudder before stilling in their frame.

Rounding what must’ve been the hundredth corner, you braced for yet another blank hallway and another unmovable door, but what greeted you was something different enough to cause you to halt in your tracks. An open door. A single, open door marked with a flickering, old bulb dangling above as if it were on its last legs, trying to stay alight. A wave of relief washed over you as you couldn’t help but to sprint forward, closing in on the hope that you could be done and out of here - and you’d have your money before you knew it! It was almost over. This aimless wandering with a stuffy mask and glasses to match was almost over.

Ignoring all common sense, you chased that feeling - quite literally. Caution was thrown to the wind as you darted into the room, your eyes flickered all over the first true, non-vacant room you’d found in here. Empty hospital beds with yellowed, stained linens haphazardly jumbled across their tops lined the walls. It wasn't a pretty sight but right now, it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Panning your flashlight around, the warm, washed-out beam glinted off the dusty metal IV stands and carts littered about. Cobwebs spidered the corners of the walls and the rest of the surfaces alike, though their inhabitants seem to have left long ago.

Scanning the room, a few seconds ticked by before you finally found just what you needed, dangling off the foot of the bed by a worn hook. There it was, your holy grail: a brown piece of hardboard and rusted metal alike holding down frayed, yellowed pages. It's the only time you can officially say that you've been happy to see a clipboard - much less, elated and overjoyed to see such a simple piece of office ware. You could practically kiss it and taste sweet, sweet money right about now.

Swiping it from its place, your eyes flitted over the blotched, inky text scrawled on it, silently praying that it would have just what you’d need. The smallest corner of a logo stood in the top right corner, while the rest of the patient information seemed to have been rubbed at or swiped away. And your heart nearly sank in short-lived disappointment. Water stains distorted and warped the paper but your saving grace came in the form of a date and the name of the complex, officially signed at the top of the paper. 

The warm, giddy feeling that had been so fleeting earlier came back with a vengeance that lit up your heart and face alike. This was it! This was just what you needed. Placing it down, you fumbled with the camera clipped onto your belt, the tremble of excitement in your hands doing little to aid you. Snapping a picture of the clipboard with a quick click and a flash of light, you stuffed your saving grace into the weathered backpack you had donned. 

Task one - done. Now to get a good picture of the place and you'd be done. One simple click, one move, and one terribly annoying walk through the forever expansive hallways, and you would be out of here and back in your comfy bed before you knew it. Maybe you'd even get to catch up on a single episode of your favorite show.

Stepping back into a corner where you could find a vantage point, you held onto that flickering flame of hope as you pointed your camera and flashlight alike in the same direction to snap a quick picture of the room. With a simple click and a flash of blinding light, the deed was done. You could finally be out of here. 

Or so you thought. 

A sparse glint caught your eye as the bright flash ebbed away, the shadows returning full force aside from the gleaming, round lights that turned towards you. Your heart skipped a beat as you froze, your breath hitching as a wave of fear sunk the beginning of its talons into you.

No, no. Not a glint, you realized with horror. Six. Six luminous, reflective lenses glowed in the dark as they turned to look right at you. Staring. 

Your heart sank even further into your stomach, your blood running cold, as the corner went dark once again for a fraction of a second before all six glowing dots were back and all were looking right at you.

With a trembling hand, you kept your flashlight lowered. You don’t think you wanted to know what that was. No creature - no living being that big would have six eyes. 

You took a step back. 

Then another.

Another.

The ice-cold sensation of your blood coursing through your veins, your heart erratically beating against your chest harder and harder, kept you from screaming. A creak of the protest from the old hospital bed sounded like a gunshot in the otherwise too-still room as the thing stood and started moving towards you with footsteps that were all too quiet, all too soft for a thing of that caliber.

Whatever breath you had been holding escaped you as it lumbered out of the shadows. An unearthly, sickening gurgle spewed from its maw as if it were choking on its own saliva.

Even through the respirator, the scent of putrid rot and decay wafted from it as it drew closer and closer, your stomach tensed as you gagged, the bile threatened to rise from your stomach as the urge to puke took you by surprise. If you weren’t wearing the respirator, you’re sure you would have - and maybe you would have noticed it in the room sooner if you could've picked up the stench of death.

The urge to run, all instincts screaming at you, pleading and begging you to run for your life simply didn’t work as you stood rooted to the spot as it finally stepped into the trembling, watery beam of light that cut through the speckles of floating dust. A scream of horror caught in your throat as you finally stared up at the abomination's mangled form with wide eyes.

Three heads, all fused together in a webbing of crimson, sinewy membranes moved in sync. Six eyes - six, now unblinking, cloudy eyes settled on you. Despite the milky, glassy sheen to the eyes settled and sunken deep into the heads (or in the raw membranous flesh in the case of one eye on the head to its left) - it tracked every single movement and breath, focused on you with near predatory ease. Five arms hung loose by its side, with two of them being partially fused together in a sick amalgamation. Bits of pallid skin had long ago sloughed off, exposing muscle that had blackened with exposure but somehow not rotted away.

Skull masks and balaclavas covered most of their faces - and you supposed that was a good thing. If the distended, broken jaws of the heads were indication of how it would look underneath, you’re happy declining on seeing what lay below. Drool spilled onto the fabric, or some mystery liquid, bubbling up as it made yet another noise. The motion caused your have to fly up to your covered mouth, your heart and stomach alike retching.

Torn tactical gear adorned the twisted cerberus, blackened with fluids, almost as if it had once had a purpose - to protect. But your mind wasn't there, it was on its existence. The abomination, the chimera, the thing that shouldn’t exist and went against all aspects of nature stood in front of you unmoving for a moment until you took a single step back.

It took a step forward.

Ever so slowly, as if moving through molasses, it drew three scarred hands up, reaching for you.

That was all you needed to take off. Up and out through the hall where you came, your legs strained as you sprinted. Each footstep echoed louder and louder down the void of black and gray you came from, flooding out the sputtered groan from it but you didn’t care. Consequences be damned, you didn't care how loud you were or how much attention you drew. You were better off getting caught by a guard or hell even the police - at least they’d have guns. 

Every inhale scorched your lungs, the fire of fatigue seared deep into every strand of your muscles as you kept on pushing, but you didn’t stop - you couldn’t. Not until you cleared the hallways, skirting through the piles of debris and around the same desolate corridors you had meandered through prior. Not until the crisp, chilled night air finally greeted you as the stars twinkled above, oblivious to the sheer horrors below. 

Not until you finally jammed yourself through the cut hole in the chain link fence, any pain of the metal scraping at your skin dulled out by the adrenaline flowing through your veins, empowering each sprinting step forwards until you were far, far away and back in the safety of your car.

Note to self: Don’t ever trust fliers you find on telephone poles.

This guy better be ready as soon as the sun graced the land again to hand over those five Benjamins. Hopefully he likes his mornings started with pounding knocks to his door and a middle finger to the face. 

જ⁀➴

The darkness echoed with the patter of fading footsteps as the mystery person sprinted away, completely aghast with a look of sheer primal fear painted on their limited, exposed features. 

They didn’t see how his fingers flexed, hands still outstretched in the air, twitching once again at the loss of something warm, something human that he came so close to grasping.

They didn’t see how he stared at where they were, not moving from the spot he stood. Nor did they see his clouded, hazy eyes downturn as he dragged his form back to the bed with great reluctance. 

Nor did they hear the drowned out, garbled words that took all his energy to choke out and force his broken jaws to move. 

“Don’t��. go….”

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Thinking of maybe making this a series! Any feedback is welcome and appreciated! It's been a while since I've written so forgive any mistakes,,,,

Edit: part two has been posted!

[tensei-ojisan]

Interview with Michiro Ueyama – Mangaka of From Bureaucrat to Villainess

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What I’m writing here isn’t a word-for-word translation of the interview. I just jotted down some cool stuff about the manga and the mangaka that I got from reading the interview using MTL. Heads up: there’s a minor spoiler near the end!

• Akuyaku Reijo Tensei Ojisan (From Bureaucrat to Villainess) is a manga by Michiro Ueyama and it's still on going. It actually started as a short comic on Twitter, where it got 160k likes, which led to it being serialized pretty much right away.

• Ueyama said Kenzaburo’s "old man" personality comes from his own experiences and memories, but Kenzaburo isn’t based on him. He’s more like Ueyama’s idea of the "ideal uncle"

• Kenzaburo’s design is based on what men in their 50s looked like when Ueyama was a kid in the 1970s

• To figure out what stories younger readers might like, Ueyama checked out a bunch of Isekai manga—not just the "villainess" type

• A lot of Isekai stories he read had a pretty dark vibe. He thinks that’s because most Isekai stories are about being super overpowered or having cheat abilities, which gets repetitive after a while

• Ueyama became interested in "villainess" stories because of their polite tone and beautiful art styles. He felt they had "soothing" vibes that made it easy to get into the story

• Michiro Ueyama: "In manga aimed at younger audiences, older men are usually the bad guys—creepy (sexually harassing teenagers), bullying, or just plain awful. But as an older guy myself, I know plenty of decent older men out there. I wanted to show more of those kinds of respectable adults."

• SPOILER: Ueyama plans to give the story a happy ending. He feels it wouldn’t be right for Kenzaburo to die and leave his wife and daughter behind

• He also finds it hard to write revenge-type stories where characters get what’s coming to them. He thinks Tensei Ojisan is so well-liked because people are tired of seeing negativity in real life and don’t want to see it in their entertainment either

• Ueyama hopes that Tensei Ojisan can be enjoyed by people who don’t usually read Isekai or villainess stories and maybe even get them into the genre

• Some Isekai villainess stories with "healing" vibes recommended by Michiro Ueyama:

1. My Next Life as a Villainess

2. Endo and Kobayashi Live! The Latest on Tsundere Villainess Lieselotte

3. The Most Heretical Last Boss Queen: From Villainess to Savior

Interview Link

[cherryrikis]

BETTER LUCK TOMORROW - introduction ! senior project

pairing : nishimura riki x reader

synopsis : after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you (as well as your friends), were framed for the death of your brother and disappearance of your boyfriend. you all had no hope. no job, no money, none of you were even allowed to graduate. at least, until a stubborn kid on a dance scholarship suddenly acts as your savior, riki helps clear your name all for the sake of a school project.

this episode contains the following : 1.3k wc, brief swearing, mentions of death & mentions of murder/killing, lots of dialogue

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“as you all know, you have a major senior project due by the end of the year for part of your college interviews. this will be worth 90% of your grade and is not optional. any questions to far?” riki’s english teacher read off the whiteboard, before turning to face the class.

she cleared her throat loudly before continuing.

“late work will not be accepted, because you have until may 25 to get this project submitted. everyone should know which college they plan on attending, or applying to by now. a google slides format must be be at least 25 slides, and a word doc should be at least 10 pages.”

jungwon quoted the teacher, explaining to riki what’s expected of them after he realized riki hadn’t been paying attention.

“how the hell did you remember all she said? and- why are you even here.. you’re like, a freshman in college.” riki noticed, with a visible look of confusion on his face.

“sophomore, actually. and i’m here for volunteer work! we have finals too you know. i was telling you and sunoo about this last week, but it’s for my social thought class!-” jungwon explained with a smile, only for it to drop as he was cut off .“yeah yeah okay. so what kind of topic am i supposed to pick?” riki asked before crumpling up a random paper into a ball, tossing it in jungwons direction.

jungwon let out a sigh. “riki, you really need to do better. if you can’t improve how you act, that impact will show on my grade as well. and that won’t be good for either of us.” he said as he took the paper ball, unfolding it to reveal riki’s report card from last quarter. it wasn’t too bad really, mainly straight a and b minuses. but the biggest issue, was behavior and participation.

“how would your grade tanking be bad on me? i still have until fall before i start going to ucla.”

“i really don’t know how you got in.” jungwon shook his head.

“dance scholarship. duh.” “nishimura riki! you have 7 more minutes to determine your main topic. i recommend that you use your time more wisely.” the teacher called out from her desk.

“okay seriously, now we have to focus. what topics are you interested in?” jungwon asked, as he pulled his notebook out.

“well, i like dancing. i can research the history on different dance styles.” riki shrugged, loosely putting an idea out there.

“that’s actually not that bad, especially as a dance major. let’s sit on that idea for a bit in case anything else comes up. what else do you like?” jungwon hummed while briefly scribbling a few notes in.

“i don’t even get why i still have to do this stupid assignment when i already heard back from ucla. if anything it’s a waste of my time, because this only benefits the kids who haven’t heard back yet.” riki complained.

“well,” jungwon chuckled. “the start of the fall semester is still a while from now, anything can change by then. they’re still gonna be looking at your final report card and all that. this is just to determine that your slot in that school is ensured. i think the you from freshman year would be proud to see you improve.”

but of course, he wasn’t listening. riki was hyper focused on his computer. at least until the last sentence stuck out to him.

“say that again?” riki questioned, making sure he heard jungwon right.

“the you from three years ago would be proud if you improved?” he repeated an improvised version, with a raised brow.

riki chewed on the bottom of his pen, before hastily writing something down on jungwon’s notebook.

“you.. you want to solve heeseung and jay’s case..?” jungwon stuttered as he read the notes. “how is this even related to what i said? is it because you were a freshman when it happened?”

“do you really believe yn was capable of killing them? i mean honestly, won. we grew up with her. she was heeseung’s little sister.” riki insisted, ignoring jungwon’s previous questions.

“i couldn’t believe it either, because there was no way it could’ve been her. but there was a lot of evidence that said otherwise.” jungwon informed, moving the notebook back onto his desk.

“also, don’t get mad when i say this. but, do you think the reason why you’ve been so fixated on yn being innocent is because you never got over your crush on her from middle school?”

“hey! shut the fuck up dude.” riki hissed, slapping the older boy on the back of his head. “and she was someone we were close to, a 17 year old at the time. it just isn’t likely.”

“age doesn’t mean anything. 35% of murders in america were committed by people ranging between 17 and 21. and, 28% of murders are committed by a relative or acquaintance. chances are low but not zero.” a girl butt in from behind the them. riki whipped his head back to see who it was, only to wish he never turned around.

minji kim. a pain in the original friend groups ass since elementary school.

the two stared at her with two completely different expressions. riki looked minji up and down with a frown, while jungwon just blinked slowly with wide eyes.

“what? do you seriously not remember me?” she scoffed.

“no trust me, we do, minji.” riki huffed before turning back around.

“we’re just wondering how you know that, is all.” jungwon hummed.

“my brother is a police officer now. i’m sure if you didn’t know who he was, one of your other friends might.” she snickered.

minjae kim. he is minji’s brother and one of the officers who handled the heeseung-jay case, aka one of the officers responsible for the arrests of yn and a few others. riki would know, because he attended the court hearing.

“minji, what topic have you selected?” the teacher asked as she briefly looked up from the computer screen.

“i will be making a slideshow on the history of ballet.” she answered with a proud smile. oh how riki just wanted to wipe that look off her face.

“and.. finally. riki and jungwon?”

"me and jungwon will investigate the lee siblings case, from 3 years ago." and the teachers face fell.

"riki, i don't know if this is a good topic write on. you still have time to change your mind-"

"no. this is what i want to do. i want to solve the murder of heeseung lee, and the disappearance of jay park." riki cut off the teacher with determination.

and the class went silent.

"there's nothing to solve! yn lee killed her own brother, and her own boyfriend. case closed." minji said. but remember, her brother was one of the officers who testified against yn. of course, her opinion on the topic was just as biased as riki’s or jungwon’s could be.

"shut up minji, your brother got demoted for a reason. and, you didn't know yn." jungwon waved off.

"you may have known heeseung but that doesn't mean you know her. and i know enough about yn lee to see that shes a cold hearted killer." "enough!" the teacher interrupted.

"fine. riki and jungwon, you may pursue this case. but we have to set some boundaries. first off, you may use any public sources or personal connections. secondly, when contacting any sources like publishers or officers, do not push the limit. if they say certain answers to questions are confidential, then respect that. third and foremost, absolutely do NOT contact the lees or the parks. leave any involved families out of this, especially now that miss yn lee is out of juvie."

she teacher sighed in slight relief as she saw jungwon and riki nodding in agreement.

but what she didn’t see, was how their fingers were crossed behind their backs.

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[livesworthlivingau]

Behind the Vale Chapter 7-10

ISAT/Two Hats Spoilers, CW: Implied Suicidal Thoughts

[You walk… You've been walking for days… Your feet are sore, you legs feel like they're on fire. Your stomach aches… You thought you might be looping at first, until you remembered what hunger was… You haven't had the need for food, or water, or sleep for so long… You'd forgotten what all of that felt like, and now you're painfully aware of all of it again. What would happen if you died anyways?... Would you both loop back?... Would you just be dead until he loops? You summon your dagger into your hand, stopping in your tracks and staring at it... Would you?... Could you, even?... You stare at the curved blade for longer than you realize.]

"CRAB!" [You hear a shout that snaps you out of it. You rush towards the sound of heavy thuds, leaves rustling, a shriek... a sadness?! You break through the tree line to see it, standing over a figure on the ground. Their hammer tossed to the side, holding a hand up defensively as it's just about to strike! NO!]

[The sadness freezes, stuck just before landing a blow on the figure... then fades away, revealing you behind it. Your eyes wide, panting heavily, dagger held at the end of a flourish... You look down at the figure. You start to lean forward to offer a hand up, before exhaustion takes over. Everything goes dark as you collapse.]

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[Your vision slowly returns... You're on the ground, it's night time. The crackling of a fire fills your ears. The scent of wood burning, and broth boiling fill your lack of a nose. You feel a blanket covering your body, slipping down as you try to sit up.]

"Woah woah! Easy now, buddy!" [You hear to your side, noticing the dark skinned figure that had been sitting beside you. She gently pushes your weak form back to laying down. Her long hair in a braid that reaches the middle of her back. She's dressed in loose, breezy, coastal style clothing. Something about her feels oddly familiar...]

"You gotta get your strength back before you'll be up and at 'em again." [She instructs, taking a bowl and ladle to scoop some of the soup and bring it over to you. She hesitates...]

"Uhhh... How do you... eat?" [She asks, gesturing to her mouth, and clearly noting your lack of one. You just give a light roll of your eyes, sitting up slow enough that she'd allow it. You take the bowl and bring it to your face. It presses against your hidden lips and you pour it down your throat. The still steaming fluid burns your insides, but nowhere near as bad as a star once had. What does cause a sudden choke though is the taste. You'd forgotten what food tasted like... and if this was it you think you'd be better off not being reminded...]

"Heh... I know, I'm sorry, my sibling's the real chef. I can barely make cereal without screwing it up, but it's all I got right now and you're about to starve to death." [She remarks in a demanding tone. She's right, and you're so hungry it makes ignoring the taste easier, just pouring the rest of it directly down your throat and letting out a relieved, steaming sigh.]

"... Thank you..."

"Ah! So you can talk! Well thank you uhhh... Glowey person? If you hadn't come along when you did I don't know what would have happened." [You sit there in silence for a while until suddenly the sibling comment clicks.]

"Sibling?"

"Oh! Yeah! I'm looking for my little sibling. Their name's Bonnie, real little, looks a bit like me, wears a big poofy hat. They managed to get away when I got frozen, and apparently I heard they're travelling with the saviors themselves?! I've been trying to find them ever since I got unfrozen." [… This really is some sick, cosmic joke, isn't it?...]

"... You're... Nille. Petronille."

"Y-Yeah! How'd you... Wait, do you know them too?!"

"I... I travelled with them for a little while, they talked about you all the time." [Her face lights up with joy and awe, so happy to finally meet someone who actually knows about Bonnie instead of just rumors and tales.]

"That's wonderful! I can't believe my luck today! So what's your name anyways? I gotta know how to properly address my knight in shining face!" [She snickers to herself, holding out a hand to shake as a more formal introduction. You stare at it for a moment, your own approaches it almost in slow motion. You need a name... a real name... you can't just be 'wonderful little loop' anymore after all...]

"... I'm... Vale [They/Them]… It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Nille."

"Likewise, Vale!... Now if you don't mind me asking, what are you doing out here? You look like you've been running for a while..." [Her tone suddenly shifts. She recognizes something in you in this moment... and you start to recall some of the stories Bonnie had told you.]

[No-NO! You're getting too vulnerable, your mask is slipping... Get a hold of yourself Lo-... *ahem* Vale. You shake the pathetic look off your face, your strength starting to return with the soup in your system now. You give those bright cheery eyes you're so practiced in.]

"Oh you know~! Just went out for a stroll and got rather carried away~."

"... Riiiiight... Well, where 'ya headed? You know I'm looking for Bonnie but I don't exactly have the best idea where they're at. I got lucky with you twice already, maybe a third time'll happen if you'll let me join yah!" [You scream internally as you do your best to keep up your poker face.]

"O-Of course! I don't have a destination in mind yet, but how could I say no to the famous Nille!" [What are YOU DOING?! We are heading in the OPPOSITE direction!]

"Great! And don't worry, I'll pick up some food in the next town so you're not stuck at my cooking pot's mercy the whole time" [She laughed to herself, chipping in a slight chuckle of your own... Okay... Okay we can do this... Even if we do help her, who knows how long until we run into them all again? We'll feel Stardust nearby, we can just leave before they reunite! We get to be lovely helpful L-Vale and we don't need to see them all again... We can make this work...]

[amenti-aardwolf]

Practicing the monkie kid style with my Ninjago OC Cadmus! Info about him below the cut :3

Cadmus Rant 2.0! 🐍

Name: Cadmus Everin (goes by "Cad")

Age: 23 (19 at the time of bite)

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Complicated ^^' (serpentine human hybrid, chosen savior of the great devourer though he rejected this destiny)

Bitten by a fangpyre at 19, the venom triggered a different sort of change, one that had never been seen before. Given that he never truly became any specific species, he just ended up stuck in some kind of limbo and had no idea why, then finds out he can shift to become a particularly large and tailed serpentine, which confuses him even further. (Similar in design to the serpentine generals, follows something along the lines of werewolf rules, though he's in full control in what he calls his 'were-snake' form)

Before being hunted and pushed out of his village by his own father, who viewed him as a threat now that he was capable of so much that he never even wanted, he learned from his mother that she was infected with venom from the great devourer during her pregnancy, and though it had no immediately noticeable effect on her or Cadmus- especially not in the traditional sense of evil- he knew it changed the path that her son would have to take, despite not yet knowing the consequences. His unknowingly impacted body mixed with the new fangpyre venom triggered it, causing the change to take a different route than it should have.

He fled the village alone, keeping this information close to him as to not potentially put his mother in danger as well, eventually electing to build a small shack from scrap pieces in the woods outside the main city, far from where he'd be found by his father. He lives out there for years, scared to look for any sort of help outside of taking supplies from the serpentine, who felt some sort of obligation to him though didn't exactly want a 'failed half-blood' around, either. He kept his larger form secret, not wanting to be used as a weapon by the serpentine or hunted by society. It was bad enough that his village saw, he just hoped that word wouldn't get out about the 'monster in the woods'.

He didn't belong anywhere in particular it seemed, and eventually, he became okay with that idea. The quiet of the woods was peaceful, and the night sky without the light pollution from the city was absolutely mesmerizing. He learned to take care of himself using nature as his guide, electing to just never go back. He didn't want to put anyone in danger, especially since he started having dreams of the great devourer, her form bound and buried, guarded by the soul of the first master. She was calling out to him, calling for him to release her, though it was a call he was never willing to accept. His connection to that great evil remained a secret, something pushed deep down into his subconscious, though he knew he'd have to face his destiny eventually. He just hoped he'd have the chance to make the right choice, to keep Ninjago and the people he still loved within it safe. But when you're born with a destiny tied to your soul, it's a hard thing to escape.

He befriends Lloyd much later on because they can relate to eachother on a lot of different things, and they sit down and have a good little conversation about making the most of your life despite being bound by what everyone else tells you you're supposed to be

They meet when Lloyd starts having to deal with his oni side- Cad finds him after a fight (he had been operating as a masked vigilante for a bit in his late twenties to try to do some sort of good and prove to himself at the very least that he wasn't inherently evil) and they just have a heart to heart where Cad reveals that he's not what he'd want to be in life, either, but it's up to them as people to decide whether they use what they are and what they were given for good or for evil. They decided that their serpentine and oni forms respectively could be considered rather morally gray, that the line between good and evil isn't so evenly drawn in black and white and certainly isn't fully dictated by fate. That good can come from inherently bad things if you just give them the chance to be something better.

[stillaclownlol]

@moonbiine got me with the Aiden bug

I thought a lot about how to start this and none of them were good so, here's this;

Frowny's Thesis on Aiden Clark having Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) based on the DSM-5 criteria, living with people with BPD (hi dad!), being...me!, and general vibes.

What is BPD?

Borderline Personality Disorder is defined by a prolonged disturbance of function marked by depth and variability of mood, pattern of unstable personal relationships, unstable self-image, marked impulsivity, and other symptoms. They can manifest in very different ways (the way it appears between my dad and my grandma for example is not the same), but generally includes this.

1. Fear of Abandonment

Nobody wants to be left behind, that's a given, but for people with BPD this fear can spiral into a paranoid phobia that impacts all their personal relationships. Because BPD is influenced by environmental factors, this often stems from children being abandoned in their youth (ex. My father was the child of a teen pregnancy and his parents couldn't care for him for the first few years of his life, letting him be raised by his grandparents. I also grew up alternatively without my mom and withouty my dad, and once for a time with neither of them)

It's been shown to us before that Aiden's parents are often absent from the house, for even months at a time. He seems very used to this and it's likely he grew up very isolated or passed around between different relatives. And I do think this shows in his attachment style; he is a very clingy and sort of "decides" to hyperfixate on a certain person (Ash *coughs*) in the hopes that they'll become friends, and he does this very quickly. Already so scared of losing Ash on that roof even tho he's only known her for like 3 months at this point. He really can't bear the thought of her not being with him.

On the subject of Ash he's idolized her sooooo bad she's so screwed. Pls the Angelic lighting filter he puts on her?? SHE CANT SAVE YOU AIDEN. YOU HAVE TO DO IT YOURSELF. (But i get it its hard) Ties back into how people with BPD see the world in strict black and white, he can't see Ash's flaws and that's how he defends her so much, she's literally like a savior to him and here comes the disciple complex.

He's been forced to move so many times, he's probably made friends who just couldn't keep up the effort of maintaining a long distance friendship and ghosted him, or even him doing the opposite, pushing people away just to avoid the sting of abandonment again. They can't hurt you if you hurt them first.

2. Unstable self-image.

He bleaches his hair end of story /j

No but really, tell me Aiden doesn't put up a persona- he's gone through the phases from quiet gifted kid to an impulsive extroverted mischievous mess. Don't you just look at him and feel the self-hatred coming off in waves?? Dyeing his hair, getting contacts, the ever present grin that must be painful at this point, it's like he can't...look at himself. Like he doesn't want to look at himself.

He can't even face his own problems; he literally paints a clown face on himself after dying cuz he doesn't want to process his feelings about it lol 🫠

Like genuinely, how exactly does Aiden want to be perceived? What is the point of this facade? For himself? For other people? I think he's just trying to shut away his past and start fresh without having to confront it, but...when the root is rotten, nothing healthy can grow, so he needs to get to the source of his issues.

3. Anger regulation problems

Unpopular opinion probably but he seems so angry to me. It's definitely WAY more present in the early chapters like when he goes tf off on Tyler, he was barely controlling himself there asdfghjkl- but I think it manifests more in him attacking the phantoms, it's obviously an adrenaline thing for him but I think he's taking out a lot of anger at the same time too. Even if some of this anger is coming from a righteous place; the desire to protect his loved ones (which ties into the abandonment too, you are still abandoned even when it wasn't their choice), because peope with BPD see the world as smth very...dangerous, I guess is the word? Even if maybe that doesn't apply to themselves

(Fastpass spoilers)

He's also not above taking his anger out on humans either considering he was about to take Alex's eyes out with that paintbrush and was gonna choke the life outta them-

(Done.)

4. Consistent feelings of sadness/worthlessness.

5. Self-injury, suicidal behaviour, suicidal ideation.

Aiden do be a sadboi even with all the smiley faces on his clothes. I think this is probably smth that was way worse when he was younger that led to that depression where he was locked in his room eating junk food and disassociating, and while he's probably coping with it differently it's still smth he struggles with. I mean shiiiiiit, because of his impulsiveness he does kinda cause problems but God he feels SOOOO goddamn bad about it lahdlsj, he was so guilty about the Ash situation, he probably beat himself up so much about that-

Emotions are very extreme, it's 'similar' to bipolar disorder with manic and depressive episodes, except they happen at a much quicker scale (in the same day for ex.) which seems to me how Aiden only lets himself experience positive emotions even tho he's in a deeply stressful situation (even tho there's good parts too like his friends) because he just can't handle having to fully experience those negative emotions.

Check, check, check! Aiden has zero self preservation instincts, he throws himself off walls, gets up close and personal with phantoms that could easily kill him, actually didn't give a fuck about dying?? Actually ENJOYED IT? But didn't wanna do it again because his Favourite person was worried about him and the absolute high of that feeling completely beat out anything else?? Okay man, we get it, you're living for somebody else at this point-

People with BPD suffer from chronic feelings of emptiness and pain is the best kind of distraction for Aiden (cue: him slamming his forehead on the table because he's bored)

6. Impulsive behaviors (aka a bunch of shit which can be summed up as addictions)

Well, for starters, he's an absolute adrenaline junkie, because he feels so constantly empty Aiden wants something to make him feel alive. And adrenaline is the flawless, biological, factual answer to this. Ergo all his octane hobbies and impulsive behaviors. Ties back into his obsessiveness, which, don't get me wrong this doesn't make him a bad guy or anything, we all get a little obsessed with things sometimes, that's just things humans do- but when you have bpd, it's very...difficult to just STAY happy, like an addiction, when the high wears off, they're empty again.

Maybe a bit of a stretch, but considering all the Ramen packets in his room when he was younger I wouldn't be surprised if he had some sort of ED or binge eats (Same bestie.)

Also for sure a reckless driver I'm 99% sure he crashed all those go-karts he drived before.

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I don't really know where I'm going with this. It's hard to live with somebody who has BPD, it's hard to live with it yourself, it's hard to see other people go through it even when it's hurting yourself. I hate pushing people away, but you get so caught up in your own thoughts, and it just...happens...and when it's done...you really regret it, but it's too late...and you just wonder if things are better like this, being alone and not hurting anybody anymore, cuz they're certainly happy on their own

I don't think anybody who has bpd is automatically a bad person, they just have things harder than normal. People with BPD....they can be amazing artists, or good with animals, or really very kind. They have very big hearts, thats why they feel so deeply. And I think Aiden is a good person, because he has so much love to give, but has never been given an outlet to express that properly, but you can see him making great strides in learning how, with the help of his friends 🧡

Might edit this later when I get my thoughts more clear it's midnight here lol

[spiegelgestalt]

Timebomb feelings because of the Arcane trailer for season 2

So I just saw the arcane trailer for season 2. It's great. I'm so excited. (so sad that Victor and Jayce died in the explosion quite an apprupt ending for them i guess... /s)

but what i really want to talk about is these two pictures:

Because it got me thinking. One of the interesting aspects of the Jinx/Ekko relationship is that they are able to communicate through other means than direct words. And that they are able to create a different image for each other.

Long and rambly explanation under the cut, which got away from me and can be summarized with: Jinx makes Ekko more violent and Ekko makes Jinx more heroic and they love each other your honor and i want to see a team up in season 2:

Song:

Jinx has a few songs (Guns for hire, goodbye, What could have been) but they are usually solos. They are usually melodic rock. And they usually concentrate on how much Jinx was wronged.

And than there is Dynasties and Dystopia. On first watch i thought it was an Ekko song. It's after all in his style (both in animation as in genre) but some words don't quite fit:

"I might just might kick your butt Go run amok then paint my nails Never learned to raise my hand Was too busy raising hell Everything I know I am You should go and save yourself Thought you had my number, huh Congratulations, you played yourself"

this just screams jinx to me. Ekko has yet to run amok. Jinx does it all the time. I don't even know what Ekko's nails look like, but we have several distinct shots of Jinxs' blue and pink nails; Ekko doesn't raise hell, if he's raising something it's paradise. And the line "you should go and save yourself" is a good continuation/rejection of the one thing Jinx says in this fight: Look who it is - the boy savior -> go save yourself! And it forshadows the way jinx will be able to get just a loss instead of a total defeat (look she was defeated- in the aftermath Ekko had a hurt leg, while Jinx needed to be revived with terrible magic drugs there is a clear winner here). Ekko thinks he has jinx figured out but he hasn't and thats why he will hesitate in the end.

But i would also argue that not all of the song is jinx:

Ooh, yeah, he mad I'm racking up white diamonds Throw me in the sky You would swear the sun shining Ooh, yeah, he mad I'm racking up white diamonds Throw me in the sky You would swear the sun shining

this verse is both of them: Basically they are saying: Look how great i'm doing (lie) Aren't you mad about it? (They will never beat the allegation that they are bitter exes.)

And I'd argue that this is Ekkos verse:

In this gothic underground city We all sin If I bring a couple rounds with me Then we all win I came back and brought the crown with me The king's den Break your nexus and your neck 'cause Everybody's on your head

and interestingly enough it's an offer. This makes sense with the visual. Encouraged through Vi who insists that Powder is still in there somewhere Ekko conjures a situation wich is similar to their old games. And it works: It's the only time Powder appears as her young self on screen. And so Ekko makes an offer he probably made before: Trust me, back down, i can help:

He starts with: We all make mistakes - one of the things that bind Powder to the Jinx personality is her guilt over having killed her entire family. But Ekko doesn't blame Jinx he blames their circumstances (something he also does in his Zaun-duet misfit toys)

If i bring a couple rounds with me, then we all win -> this foreshadows his timetravel ability. And even if he doesn't has it at this point this whole scene breaks down time itself so it still works in my head. Ekko brings the crown with him (the hextech-crystal) and he warns Jinx that everyone is going after her.

And the second refrain which I'd argue both sing once again:

Hold still while I bag that, uh Talk bad 'til I snap back, uh This ain't brown, this that dark black This that pitch black, jet black Snap yo' ex watch me give him flashbacks

Meaning: keep still, i've got this, just trust me dude!

This song shows that Ekkos and Jinx's disagreement is far more similar to the disagreement between Vander and Silco than to the disagreement between Vi and Jinx. Vi and Jinx' disagreement is personal. Vi rejects everything jinx has become and just wants her "sweet" little sister back - Ekkos and Jinx's disagreement is political. They disagree about the question what is best for Zaun. AND I'd also argue the Ekko is far less surprised by the jinx personality. He knew Powder was a bit of a shithead. He's just pissed that she's working for Silco.

Well let's finally get to these two pictures:

We see Ekko and we see Jinx drawn as hero of the resistance in Ekkos style* (compare the mural to the video of misfit toys) We know that Jinx gave Ekko a definition that didn't suit him by creating the firefly bombs and recasting him as a terrorist. And know we see Ekko who maybe drew this picture of jinx recreating her from a terrorist into a hero of Zaun.

(see me get proven wrong in the first episode of arcane season 2...)

[ducktoonsfanart]

The Small One (Disney film) - Donkey Small One and Boy attend the birth of Jesus Christ in Bethlehem - Merry Belated Christmas (Julian Calendar) - Tribute to Don Bluth - Bible - Nativity - My Style

Although it is over, I wish everyone a happy Christmas, especially those who celebrate according to the old Julian calendar, which is celebrated on January 7. Although it sounds strange, in the country where I live, Christmas and New Year are already celebrated, since it is mostly celebrated according to the old Julian calendar (which is 14 days later than the Gregorian calendar), so Christmas is celebrated on January 7 and New Year on January 14 . And not only Serbia, but also other Orthodox countries that adhere to the old calendar, as is done in Montenegro, North Macedonia, Greece, Ukraine, Russia, Belarus, Georgia, Ethiopia and some other countries, celebrate those days (7th and 14th January).

Now I drew a drawing that is not related to my favorite ducks, but one of the reasons why we celebrate Christmas and how this holiday came to be in the first place. It is about the birth of Jesus Christ who was born in Bethlehem as the Savior who would save humanity from human sins, born of the Virgin Mary and is clearly described in the Gospels of Matthew and Luke. Yes, it is a little difficult to draw human characters, so I specifically drew the way the birth of Jesus Christ looks. Just a little different from the religious images represented, because this is related to one of my favorite underrated cartoons and Christmas specials ever, and it is about "The Small One" from 1978 and it can be said that this is the only aspect related to the Bible besides the Noah's Ark segments. It's about a little boy who tried to sell his favorite donkey called "The Small One" in Jerusalem, in Judea, unfortunately he didn't succeed, until in the end a man named Joseph came along who bought The Small One for one piece of silver and The Small One found his place. However, to make the ending better, I drew The Small One and Boy rejoicing at the birth of Jesus, and there is also Joseph who is guarding them. I also added an ox, as well as the archangel Gabriel who announced the birth of Jesus to his mother Mary, otherwise I drew him based on a fresco from the Mileševa Monastery in Serbia. Yes, the same archangel Gabriel will announce to the shepherds to visit the Savior who is staying in the manger. I drew everything together in my own style and sorry if it turned out a little bad. Small One was created by Don Bluth before he left Disney and is among his first animation works. By the way, Small One was made by Don Bluth before he left Disney and it's one of his first animation works. It's definitely worth a look, and here's where you can find it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTFK1yr4wpg

By the way, you can see a drawing I made related to the birth of Jesus Christ where he is visited by the Three Caballeros as the three wise men and their nephews as shepherds plus Angel Duck here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/740340917629796352/the-three-caballeros-as-the-three-wise-men-along

I hope you like this drawing and my style of drawing these people and feel free to like and reblog this (especially if you are a Christian), just don't copy my same ideas without mentioning me, thank you! And this is my gift to all Christians of good will. "Rejoice, for the Savior has come!"

Merry Christmas to everyone and a happy New Year! And if anyone asks, this is the real reason why we celebrate Christmas.

[fangirlanxiety74]

Aquabats Headcanons ✨

*Crawls out of the depths of Hell*

Fuck. Fuuuck. Okay. Finally free. Hi guys, ik we were waiting on this, but unfortunately, I am overworked and underpaid, so I never got time to sit down and write these out until now.

With free time on my hands though, let's just get right into it!

MCBC is not his real name, obviously. But it is, except it isn't. It was not his birth name, but it is his legal name. He got it changed and destroyed all documents that included his birth name. What's his real name? Something really simple and boring. I personally think "Daniel White."

The reason why he got it changed was due to estrangement from his family and community (more on this later).

On that note, Crash is also not his real name. Crash is a nickname and his real name is Ian :3

All of them are Queer. Every single one of them. Doesn't matter if they're cis and het, they're queer, somehow. I don't make the rules. Don't ask for my specific hcs either, I couldn't tell ya.

MCBC is to the Aquabats. What Tamaki Suoh is to the Host Club.

On that same note, each of the Aquabats could fit the song "Imagination Forest" from Kagerou Project, except from MCBC, who gets "Shounen Brave"

Eaglebones has golden child syndrome. I don't make the rules. Like him and his brother are textbook "Golden Child"/"Scapegoat" dynamic

Like listen. Idk their backstories yet, but it had to be bad, right??? Really bad or Eaglebones and Eagleclaw would not end up where they are right now. There's no way. Isn't it confirmed they played favorites? How bad did the favoritism go? What was the deciding factor on who was the favorite? Weren't they close at some point; at what point did they stop? Idk. I need more answers.

On that same note, Eaglebones does give me the same vibes as the song "Aftermath" by PhemieC. Davesprite vibes, yk.

Crash reminds me of Sunflowers. That's all

Oh right ages, okay, so idk if they have canon ages, but in my head: Ricky I think is the only one who I know is 19/20, Crash and Eaglebones are around 23 - 25, MCBC is around 25 - 27. Jimmy is Jimmy, and probably was "born" right when the Aquabats formed probably (again idk for sure), but he was designed with the idea in mind of being around, 25 - 26.

Idk MCBC being the oldest, as leader, makes sense to me.

Do you think they have board game night? I think they have board game nights and it goes just like that one clip from TheOdd1sOut. I hope you know the one.

MCBC reminds me of Batman in the way of. If he were to ever becoming a villain, he would become Batman who. Was not against murder. Probably. And also really bad at saving people.

Elaborating: It's very obvious he has so many complexes. Hero complex, Savior complex, his Ego. The fact that he has no special powers and can only fight physically, and never uses a weapon, tells me he feels super inferior compared to the team. He *has* to be the best, the one to come up with the ideas, the brains, the leader, or else he essentially has no role; no function within the group. I would not be surprised if he went rogue and tried to become Batman because he felt so useless and unneeded, like Morgana p5 style.

Which is really funny given Jimmy feels the same way and understands this best with how often the entire group others him and dumbs him down to just a robot rather than their friend.

Which, speaking of villainy, Jimmy going rogue would be entering a toxic friendship that love bombs him and makes him feel wanted and needed and treats him as just any other person since the others. Don't do that.

Seriously they are all so shitty to each other what is up with that.

Like they actually treat each other terribly. They should not be friends, probably.

Anyway

Jimmy and MCBC have a Eurylochus and Odysseus, Epic the Musical, type of dynamic if Eury was in the right. This isn't much of a hc I just thought you should know.

MCBC posts on the "aita" reddit a lot and the results always come back with "Everyone sucks here"

Can you guys tell I have a favorite Aquabat

Okay wait another thing to discuss: How they're constantly broke. What is happening. Why does MCBC not pay them? Does he get paid in the first place? He clearly doesn't know how to manage their money if that's the case. And that's canon too with the episodes so far. This show has an underlying theme, to me, of how in our capitalistic society, even superheros are overworked and underpaid, to the point where they're literally at a constant threat of going homeless.

Speaking of, I assume they live in the battletram, is that actually because they're homeless and just live there??? Did they do it willingly, van-life style? I fear in my hcs it's the former. Someone please hire them they need jobs.

Okay I promised elaboration on MCBC and him cutting off contact from family/changing his name, this is why (credits to my friend for helping me come up with this!!!):

Essentially, he's an orphan. The only family he's ever had is a foster family, and it was not a kind one. They were incredibly Catholic, and forced the religion onto him, which he did not agree with. This especially explains his skepticism and dismissal of spirituality and ghosts and the like, especially towards Eaglebones, who is a religious-coded character.

That's right. I gave your funny superhero religious trauma. What are you going to do about it?

MCBC struggles to grow facial hair and that's why he has the drawn-on sharpie mustache. He's very particular about it too. Perfectionism.

God okay Sara try not to talk about the stupid fucking creature challenge, impossible. Lemme move off of him.

Crash!! My other fave. I actually really like the hc that while being unable to actually control his emotions, he's very in-tune with them. Like he's hyper-aware of what the feeling is, and what the route of the problem is/why he is feeling that feeling, but the issue is how to not react to said feeling.

He has low energy days too ofc ;0 I like to imagine he's very grumpy/sad and quiet when he has a low energy day. The others know that during this time, do not try to piss him off.

He has a resting bitch face to me. I can picture it. Like everyone sees him coming and are super scared of him until he gives that puppy dog smile and it takes a minute to load and realize it's the same guy.

I think he wears glasses!!! Idk. He seems like a guy who should wear glasses

Do you think he actually wanted to be an artist as a kid or is this just a hobby he picked up at some point? I kinda like the idea of kiddie Crash believing he'd grow up to be an artist. Vibes.

Anyway so if he was a villain he'd essentially be Steven Universe Future, but like, no one ever talked him down after he went nuts, ykwim? A good example is uhh "Only One Way" by JakeNeutron.

Okay I'm gonna stop talking now I forgot everything else.

And that's all! Keep in mind, I haven't seen s2 yet, so some of these hcs may change/be proven canon/be debunked, etc. But this is just all based on what s1 has taught me.

I'm so sorry this hcs post got turned into me rambling about my thoughts on this show and just what exactly is happening in their universe. I need somewhere to put it, and it's 3am, so I'm only half-paying attention to what I'm actually talking about (bad idea. Go to sleep, kids).

Anyways, we'll see how things go, but I hope this suffices, dear Aquabats fandom ;3

credit to bloodibambiidoll for the divider!

[absolutebl]

hello!!

ahaha i'm pretty sure you might remember me, since i asked a question not so long ago😭

i've recently started watching bl dramas through your guide, but i'm new to it so it's difficult to find ones that match my taste atm :')

so far i've watched cherry magic (japanese), sing my crush, and cherry blossoms after winter. i was wondering if you could suggest me some bls that have fluff and more emotions, less plot typa vibes? not sure how to describe it but i want something like sing my crush. it wasn't a huge nor complicated plot and the vibes were really cozy and soft, so i'm looking to watch something like that for starters :]

tysm for being my bl savior haha, have a good day/night!!

BLs with fluff + high emotion but less plot

example: Sing My Crush

Hum, okay. I feel like sing as some angst going on too. This is gonna have some oddball pulls because I'm felling nostalgic after We Are. Because We Are is the first one that came to mind, and that had led me too...

Love Sick

This was the start of BL in Thailand and basically fills this role for them. It will also give you a grounding in the modern BL genre. I think it's worth watching and love it but it's a decade old and is... something... raw. Plus, what? 50 eps over the two seasons, or something, so it might not be to your taste.

So here's newer stuff that I think may work.

Here's the ones I think most closely qualify:

Love Sick

We Are the series - just ended and is basically the Thai ensemble version of this style bL ( I think quite a few of these will be Korea)

Wish You: Your Melody in My Heart - the adult version of Sing

We Best Love - possibly one of the few i will pull from Taiwan which tends to be less fluffy, and this is, especially in season 2, but delightfully plotless

Mr. Heart - university set early Korean BL exactly on brand

Takara & Amagi - high school from Japan, for this style form them you'll need to stay within the high school sphere

Star in My Mind - what people didn't like about this is what you'll like

Hidden Agenda - play it again JoongDunk

School set, and a bit higher angst but still fluffy emotional plotlessness

Generally, I put the ones I like better towards the top.

Light On Me

My School President

Oxygen the series

Destiny Seeker

2 Moons The Ambassador

Love By Chance (JUST the AePete story line)

My Love Mix Up (both)

Why R U? (Korea's version)

Cooking Crush

En of Love: Tossera

Future the series

If It’s With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’

La Cuisine

My Engineer

Nitiman

Blossom Campus

Not School set

Our Dating Sim - you didn't rule our adult characters, but I don't think I'll be pulling many

Jun and Jun - although...

Our Dining Table

Ingredients the series

Bon Appetit

Oh! Boarding House - love triangle warning

See You After Quarantine?

Some More (short)

The Tasty Florida

A Boss and a Babe

You Are Ma Boy

Here's this list too, which I think is tangential:

You have to come back and tell me if I got them right, tho? Cause Sing My Crush isn't much to go on.

[misscammiedawn]

Cammie of the Dawn, I must hear you explain in great detail why you dislike Chris Nolan. It's enrichment.

*Grins*

Ah, Nolan. How we loathe you. Wynn above all but the hatred is in our core.

So the first and foremost is of course that we ran a movie theatre during the lockdown and Nolan famously pushed to force theatres to re-open during the early lockdown days of the pandemic. All so he could release his shit back-and-forth movie on a palindrome date. 7/27 I think it was. As if multiple months cannot accommodate this vanity.

Following the news that summer was infuriating because he was doing things like flying out to screen the film with CEOs of theatre chains to push them to lobby the release. It worked well enough that the company we worked with did open 70% of theatres prematurely. It was an insanely stressful time.

But moreover, he's incapable of telling a straight forward narrative with his in media res bullshit.

He has no respect for women. He and his brother rewrote the plot of The Prestige to kill both love interests as devices for the male lead's angst, Dark Knight kills its only female character to serve the male lead's angst and she spends her last moments comforting a man for the pain of her death, Inception only has one female character (Elliot Page does not count, especially as they male-coded his attire to prevent having to do anti-gravity with his hair) and it's literally a projection of how the male lead saw his dead ex-wife...

And that's without noting how many of the "only woman in this film" characters he or his brother writes are depicted as "bird in a cage" style ladies longing to be rescued from their circumstances. I'd give a by for Murph in Interstellar who is the hero that saves humanity in that film but she's a motivating factor for her father who the narrative revolves around. The woman is the savior of humanity and her sole character trait is "I miss my daddy"

He mixes movies to the point of which we would get daily complaints at the theatre and we had to put up signs like these to basically say "you can't get a refund if you can't hear the film"

He is one of the directors who switches the aspect ratio to and from IMAX in the middle of a scene so the "letterbox" bounces in and out constantly which is massively distracting and ruins enjoyment and flow of any given scene it happens to (he's not as bad as Michael Bay in this regard, however)

And honestly and truly? I hate what his movies have done to critique. I hate that his entire schtick is trying to explain movies to the audience (both Tenet and Inception are an hour of exposition followed by a film) and people who follow the "tell don't show" nature of these monologues got to write essays and make YouTube videos in which they claim superiority for "getting" it.

Inception in particular drives me crazy because...

The film is dull as fuck. This is a movie about invading dreams and the most bombastic out of normal things that happen are the gravity fight (which is awesome, tbh) and a train in the middle of a tarmac street. Everything else is just... werehouses, high end hotels and ski resorts. How the fuck do you manage to make "heisting the inside of a dream" dull? That takes effort.

The rules of the totem are that only the dreamer knows the weight, shape and sensation of the totem. It's why Watanabe knew he was being extracted in the intro scene. The spinning top not falling down breaks the only rule of totems established by the god damned narrative which also happened to be the only bit of world building which is appropriately shown before being explained. It pisses me off because it invalidates one of the only good bits of storytelling in the god damned film.

It suffers an issue you see often where fan-theories proliferate to hold up water because people are dissatisfied with how the story played out. Think like the fan theory in Spectre where the last 20 minutes of the movie after Bond receives a lobotomy are a dream because the movie gets so dumb and action movie cliche at that point that it drove audiences out of the film and they needed to create a theory to hold it together. I HATE when a film has that kind of fan culture around it.

Fuck... this right here is actually looping back to the "his films invite the kind of bullshit critique that cinema sins built an empire on" it baits a person to think and attack like this and I hate it. I hate that it does this to me. I hate him for what he put me through at work, I hate his fandom, I hate his approach to film design, I hate his imagination, I hate his apparent misogyny and copaganda and elitism and lack of respect for the industry and swaths of audience.

I just hate Chris Nolan.

We hate him with all our heart.

[gudvina]

Biracial Native here. I'm sorry if I'm misunderstanding, work is kicking my ass and I'm tired, but your points bother me.

You cannot whitewash an ambiguous character anymore than you can brownwash them - and attempts to claim otherwise more often than not fall into racism against groups like Natives due to blood quantum BS and mixed race people's due to "if you look X you have to be Y" (which necessitates "if you don't look sufficiently X you can't be Y"). (You can research how this is still used in part to deny various Tribes and Bands recognition, how Lumbee and Melungeon peoples particularly have been oppressed in this fashion which really makes the ambiguous writing paired with racially binary and stereotypical readings a painful issue.)

At the end of the day, Collins is a coward who refuses to explicitly racial characters beyond a select few (I can't remember if she explicitly, unambiguously racializes anyone who isn't Black or Very white?), and fans have latched on to some extraordinary bigoted stereotypes to "prove" ambiguous characters are [insert Ethnic group]. I'm not saying Collins didnt insert those stereotype for the same reason, but they are an extensively problematic and laboriously vague move that allows for way to much wiggle room eithe way for many reasons. I know a few people have written at length on theoffensiveness of the Covey, I know other Natives have written about how the reading of Seam as Native is a Pocahontas esque mess that hits on a multitude of fucked ideas (again we're the poverty stricken drunkards and savages, Katniss being mixed but still hitting European beauty ideals and signalling stereotyped Native looks, falling for the white male savior in Peeta who is so good and noble and pure and from a better class, no reinvented or secretly passed on tribal lore or anything tying Seam people to specific pre-existing Natives which is a huge slap to the face), I'm unsure but wouldn't be surprised if Asian writers have tackled how choosing to read District Three epitomises Techo-Orientalism (and erases Desi diaspora while doing so).

Am I saying anyone who reads ambiguous characters as racialized is Bad? No. Please go ahead and do it! Diversity is an unambigous good. I'm no ones mamma or the fandom police here to take away your barbies. What I'm saying is you can't present it as The One True Reading, and people on either side of this issue need to understanding the underlying problems with how these characters are written. Meaning if you (speaking generally) want to read Katniss as Native, then it's on you to listen to Natives explaining why they disagree or why it's a problematic portrayal (copy paste for other relevant characters). If you choose to create with Native Katniss in mind, you need to educate yourself extensively. It is just as as much a problem in 2025, just as backwards, to write a superficially Native character and pat yourself on the back for it as it is for Collins to dodge and duck from raciallizing many of her characters.

And concerning Whitewashing, movie continuity is clearly different to book continuity and presents pre-existing characters as different. (Whitewashing also isn't technically accurate here and is a disagreeable term when other characters like Beetee were not cast as White but also don't exactly follow their book description. It is not equivalent.)

Finally I need to say that it is egregiously painful that THG is written and often read as a future that somehow slid back into 1910s style segregation and that is not tackled either in fandom or in canon. That it is not even remarked upon in canon let alone dismantled or explored tells me there is no thought out reason for it, meaning it is a racist choice of the author in order to lazily signal how bad the dictatorship. Racial mixing is almost non existence or frowned upon, too. That fandom at large rarely deigns to confront this honestly while lording itself progressive for reading all these slave-caste characters as brown is the worse betrayal.

I hope this made sense. I'm not targeting you, I hope you understand, but this discussion has been going on since the debut of the first book and it is supremely frustrating to see common fandom attitudes refuse to go beyond "but brown!!!" And actually acknowledge criticisms and do the work. (Not letting studios off the hook but there's no way to slay that dragon whereas ideally fandom would actually sit back and listen one of these days.)

First of all i understood very well this was not a target, and I thank you for your insight.

I do agree with you with the fact that The Hunger Games does not have #one true reading and it is widely applicable to a lot of realities, and that the writing does not present an unproblematic vision of District 12 as an allegory of Native American experience within its world. I also do agree with your first point, and I want to sit on it so I thank you for making me notice how much of a slippery slope it can lead to discuss about white washing (i won't speak on my own experience here, but it could also be relevant for it, so i thank you for the callout).

I understand movie continuity is different (though i was not referring to them), especially for the timeline the og trilogy movies came out, but I think in the year of our lord 2025 Suzanne Collins had no reason to actually shy away in sotr from flashing out better what seemed to be the commentary on racism in the og trilogy. Or at least an attempt to. And that is maybe what I have a bigger problem, given the way the fandom praises her for the way she presents Panem and the characters.

But as you also pointed out, the setting of THG also does not give any explanation for its division in districts other than "keeping the poor devided", which does not work when we're not given any actual insights on the war and how they got to that level of segregation.

I am not sure my own answer makes much sense, but I thank you for your ask and will definitely reflect on the points you brought up!

[muzansfangs]

Demon Slayer Oc — Yuki Urokodaki.

Name: Yuki Urokodaki;

Height: 5’7”;

Birthday: December 19th;

Age: 22;

Breathing techinque: Ice breathing technique, derived from the Water breathing technique; before learning the Water breathing style, she had learnt the Moon breathing technique from Kokushibo;

Occupation: Ice Hashira; alternatively, in the Kimetsu Academy timeline, she is a private detective;

Sexuality: straight;

Status: deceased;

Cause of death: major injuries sustained during her battle against the Upper Moon Two in the Infinity Castle Arc;

Affiliation: The Demon Slayer Corps; formerly, due to her bond with the Upper Moon Two and his connections with the Kizuki, Muzan Kibutsuji;

Partner(s): formerly, Douma (Upper Moon Two); married to Rengoku Kyojuro until his death;

Eye color: ice blue;

Hair color: chestnut brown, fading into white when she performs the last form of her breathing technique;

Mark: her mark consists in a reddish snowflake on her right cheek;

Relatives: Sakonji Urokodaki (grandfather);

Nayoko Fukuda (mother) †;

Ichisake Urokodaki (father) †;

Senjuro Rengoku (brother-in-law);

Shinjuro Rengoku (father-in-law);

Kyojuro Rengoku (husband) †;

Personality: rational, ambitious, cruel and not keen to forgive easily. Caring with the loved ones, she tends to mask her true feelings not to show weakness and be consoled. Not overly affectionate, she struggles to display empathy to the others due to her traumatic past.

Ranking: weaker than Gyomei, stronger than Sanemi.

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑺.

𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀.

Born during a stormy winter night, Yuki was the daughter of the former Water Pillar, Ichisake Urokodaki, Sakonji’s son, and the Kinoe Nayoko Fukuda. She lost her parents the same night by the hand of Kokushibo. Taking pity on the baby, he brought her to the Eternal Paradise Cult, where she grew up under Douma’s watch.

Training her to become a swordsman to defend herself, and manipulating the girl into believing upper demons were actually good gods, Douma allowed her to hunt down the lower ranks lurking in the forests around the Temple, narrating they were bad spirits envious of the upper ranks and, as such, in need to be purified.

Years went by and Douma asked Kokushibo to teach her the Moon breathing-technique. Albeit she did her best to master it, she soon realized she was not made to own it completely. A fateful encounter with her grandfather opened her eyes and she learnt the Water breathing style easily, soon forging her own one, inspired by Douma’s ability to manipulate ice.

While she had developed feelings for her savior and friend, Yuki began to acknowledge the truth about demons and grew suspicious. Hiding her inklings from Douma, she let her feelings for the man unfold. The short-living love story abruptly came to an end, when she bumped into Akaza and found Douma covered in blood in his chambers.

Leaving the Temple for the final selection, she swore to Douma she would have never denied their bond, but that, if they ever met again, she was going to kill him.

Yuki and Kyojuro met during the final selection. He was the only one who made her smile and they never lost touch throughout the years. Not even when she became a Pillar before he did. Their bond grew more intimate, until he eventually confessed his feelings and asked her to marry him.

Unfortunately, Kyojuro died before her eyes and she lost her baby for the injuries and stress she had endured during the battle. From that day on, Shinjuro let her live at his Estate and provided her comfort for her loss.

She was hiding at the Ubuyashiki Estate with Gyomei, when Muzan made his appearence. She died in the arms of Douma, who had granted her the chance to see the sunlight for the last time.

𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑨 — 𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑯Ō 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑺.

• Yuki’s blade changed its color after Kyojuro’s death, turning into a crimson red;

• Her favorite breakfast consist in lemon tea and two slices of bread coated in honey. In her Estate, she keeps enormous jars of honey from the different regions she has visited during her missions. The only person who is allowed to take them is Kyojuro;

• When she first met Tengen she kicked him right on the crotch, for he had tried to make her his fourth wife. Albeit she esteem him to be insufferable, she actually gets along with his wives and told them to call her, if they needed to beat him up;

• Her crow is albino and is named Kōri (ice). She bought a small blue scarf for him to wear during the winter;

• Douma actually planned to marry her. She was the only one who almost made him feel genuine emotions. When she left the Temple, he went back to be completely apathetic;

• She hates the sea and summer. Albeit she does not think her breathing style is badly affected by the high temperature, she noticed some forms are less effective than others during sultry summer nights;

• She learnt to mend her own wounds properly to avoid spending time at the Butterfly Estate, after Kanae’s death. Her relationship with Shinobu grew cold through the years. Their interactions are rare and cordial;

• Kokushibo scarred her cleavage during a training session. She felt so ashamed of it to cover up her chest for the rest of her life;

• Shinjuro despised her, at first. He believed someone who had been raised by a demon could not stain the Rengoku reputation. He refused to talk to her until she announced him she was pregnant with Kyojuro’s baby;

• She never got to tell Kyojuro she was pregnant. When she lost her baby, she claimed she lost the most precious gift her husband had left her with;

• Inosuke deemed her as his older sister and ofted asked her to sleep over at her Estate, asking her not to tell anyone about it;

• Sakonji did not reveal his real identity to her until she came back from the final selection, afraid she was going to lose her focus during the fight.

• Beside Giyuu, Kyojuro was the only person she told her story to and he encouraged her to open up with the others as well. The only one who reacted badly was Shinjuro, who attempted to kill her in front of the other Pillars, before he retired due to his wife’s death and his alcoholism. She stopped Kyojuro from confronting his father, reassuring him she was fine.

• She likes fancy jewels and silky clothes, along with saké and water pipes. Her tastes have been deeply influenced by Douma and his lifestyle.

• She absolutely hates slow walkers, wasps and green tea. Not much of a hugger, she used to knock down whoever tried to embrace her before Kyojuro finally convinced her it was natural for people to be vulnerable and needing physical touch.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Did I finally have the guts to publish my Demon Slayer OC? Yes, I did. I have cut some scenes and explanations from her backstory not to spoiler too much about her. If you have questions about Yuki, please, send me asks in my inbox! Let me know what you think about her!

Until next,

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