#but gods if the can't cause some serious harm too

[kweenofkonfusion]

I actually have a little bit of a complicated relationship with this topic.

My childhood was ruined by Adderall. Not because I used it, but because my father did. My father who did not have ADHD.

It uh, well, you know those horror stories of people who go nuts on Adderall? Not sleeping, not eating, incredibly irritable, lashing out at everyone around them 24/7, etc? That was my dad. For ten years. It was not fun. And like. My father isn't a bad person, but gods he was not a good person on that medication.

Despite that however I'm not actually in the boat of restricting ADHD meds, I'm just in this weird middle ground. No I don't think Adderall should should be sold over the counter. Yes I think ADHD meds shouldn't be so stringent in their prescription. But overall I don't think they should be prescribed over the counter or given out willy-nilly.

I mean hell, even Sudafed has restrictions on how much you're allowed to buy in a day and month, and Adderall is significantly more addictive. Most people don't tell you about how badly it fucks up not only you, but the people around you if the meds don't work properly. Most doctors don't see the ramifications until it's too late cause they don't ask the people around you if you've changed.

I know people are gonna use stimulants regardless. I know that there are worse stimulants than Adderall. I also know a lot of people don't have, or know how to cultivate, the self-control needed to use these sorts of drugs responsibly on a large-scale.

And frankly I don't know the answer for what to do for any of this! I'm 20 years old and have never had to deal with making these sorts of decisions! The entire overarching entire system is regarding drugs like this is fucked! We need change, yes, but gods I don't know what that entails. I just... I wanted to give another perspective I guess. Another aspect of the discussion to consider.

If I'm stepping out of line y'all can tell me, but I just... I don't think giving out these highly addictive drugs, regardless of their effectiveness, without those regulations is a good idea. No matter the way you spin it, without regulation people are gonna get hurt, and I'm not just talking about the people taking the meds.

wild how we have a medication that is super effective at treating a debilitating disability but its controlled to hell and back because What If Someone Takes It For Fun like i have an idea who gives a shit

[vinestaffery]

Hey guys, I am so sorry for all the angst. As for a gift, I've decided to give you all some sort of comfort scenario. I've also lately been on a very bad writer's block, so I apologize for no posts. School is back, and I am not doing well, but I decided to let my heart out through writing comfort scenarios.

Make sure to take care of yourselves and to always look out for your immediate needs. You are special, you are loved, and you are adored in this world. Even though it may not feel like there is never going to be an end to a certain pain of suffering, it will get better in the long run. You are deserving of all the love in the world; you are cherished gracefully and gently by the wind and nature. Never let yourself down. <3

Some of these scenarios may not have had written paragraphs, but I probably explained them well enough in their bullet points!!!!

CW/TW: briefly mentions of abuse/attempted kidnapping, self-harm, attempted suicide, and harrassment. These topics aren't described perfectly or explicit, but are mentioned within the scenarios. If these trigger you, please avoid this post at all costs. Thank you.

B. ZUKA.

He knew not to trust you at night alone, weary that you could've gotten lost or hurt somewhere.

People in Cross Roads can be dangerous, as the mixture of different factions all combine together there, right in the center.

When you came home late, he wanted to discuss where you were.

"Where were you all night? I was worried and concerned."

He looked serious, and it frightened you.

"I was just out with some friends."

He didn't take it too kindly that you were ignorant and gave him the cold shoulder.

Even avoiding eye contact.

He knew something was up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

He investigated your arms, especially the one you held onto with your spare hand.

Bruises that were scattered across your forearm

God, the fury he felt when he found out you had been harmed at night made him even more angry.

Not just angry at the prepatrator, but not even being there to help you.

To support you

What good of a boyfriend is he if he can't even protect you alone?

"Who did this?" You couldn't breathe.

"It was no one, Zuka, I promise you."

"No, who did this?" There it was.

The full-blown worry and anger that he would relish in if he found out who did it.

You listed the appearance of the demon that had tried luring you into an alleyway.

Lucky enough to escape with a few bruises, you had gotten home.

Home to where now, your boyfriend cradles you in his arms.

He treated your wounds, making sure they didn't hurt as much as they did before.

"I'm sorry for not being there." Hearing him so defeated, it was too much.

You could feel the brink of tears escaping your eyes.

"Who did this to you?" Zuka threatened. You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with your worries. But his protective nature was evident in the way he held you tighter, waiting for an answer that you weren't ready to give. The fear of retaliation from the demon kept you silent, knowing that revealing the truth could only lead to more danger.

"I... I don't know; look, it's nothing." You tried to avoid the topic. The thoughts and feelings of their hand on the direct spot were bruised; it was too much to handle. Zuka's gaze softened as he wiped away your tears, his concern evident in his eyes. "You don't have to face this alone," he reassured you, his voice filled with determination to protect you from whatever was causing you pain.

"Can I please see what they did? So I can treat it." Zuka asked, permission was key in times like these and was definitely needed. Your mindset was scattered everywhere, untidied wires trying to connect comforting topics and memories. It struggled to block out the demon moments ago. Zuka's A gentle touch on your shoulder brought you back to the present moment, his calming presence giving you a sense of security. "I trust you," you whispered, allowing him to inspect the bruise and provide the care you needed. He nodded, taking your arm into his gentle palms. They were calloused and rough, but they brought back the feeling of love and home. A place you were fond of, set in your destined memories. Zuka's Touch was a reminder of the unwavering support he always provided, a beacon of light in your darkest moments. As he began to tend to your bruise, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, knowing that you were not alone in facing your demons.

"There, it should be able to not hurt as much, but still be careful." Zuka muttered, his hands laying on your elbows before pulling you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead, swaying slowly left and right. In that moment, you realized how lucky you were to have someone like Zuka in your life. His presence brought a sense of comfort and reassurance that everything would be okay in the end. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to fully embrace the warmth of his embrace.

DOM.

You understood that popularity wasn't your thing.

So did Dom.

But when it came to paparazzi, it was horrible.

Every day, you had to live with trying to cover yourself from photographers and fangirls that would pretrude on your residence.

Sometimes, I even have to deal with harassment every morning because of it.

It overwhelmed you a lot, especially when you just wanted to be with your partner.

You'd have to watch Paparazzi get scared off by Firebrand.

But one night, you had a weird text come through.

Some anonymous fangirl who had threatened the lives of you and Dom's

It was terrifying and heartbreaking to see such threats made against you for just having Dom as a partner.

Of course, you didn't want to bring it up.

Why bring up something that you can totally deal with yourself?

Oh, how you were wrong.

Days on end, you were getting texts and calls.

It made you unbearably grouchy, and Dom could tell.

When it started to get mentally twisty, your arms became a stress reliever for you.

That's when Dom had to step in after finding you in your bed, completely drained.

The phone is going off constantly.

"My Eminence, what seems to be the matter? You've been locked in your room for days."

All you could do was croak and fall to tears.

"I can't do this anymore, Dom, the calls, the messages!—"

He was shocked when he heard your phone go off again—another call.

When you went to pick it up, Dom grabbed it first before you.

A snarky, swearing demon screamed on the other side.

Death-threats and others, it was revolting to hear.

"Who is this? You best own yourself up, you freak. Harassing my girlfriend? I'll have you burnt to a crisp," and boy, that shut them up real good.

You were shaky, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down as Dom hung up and placed the phone flat on its screen.

His eyes seemed to go from rage to soft care and worry.

"My Eminence, my Universe, why didn't you tell me about this?"

You fell into his caring arms once more.

Maybe, just maybe, if you weren't afraid of speaking up, this would've ended.

The thoughts grew stronger, and he could tell.

"My Universe, Eminence, don't let thoughts that may fill your mind with unneeded water fill your mind; it was not your fault; it's okay to be afraid if you can't speak up about that stuff."

You only let out a shaky breath, a sniffle, and a sob.

"I was so afraid you'd hate me that you'd call me horrible things."

His heart broke, and you couldn't trust him at all.

"Oh, my star's goddess, I'd never hate you; I'm worried sick! Please, never ever let yourself be afraid to inform me of such poverty."

You only let out a smile and a confirming nod, which he took in as an answer.

"How about we go to your favorite store, hm? The one you love dragging me to."

SCYTHE.

Days were growing overwhelming by the second.

When you decided to move to Lost Temple as one to join Scythe, you didn't expect it to be so hard unboxing everything and walking down the streets in opposite attire.

Lost Temple and Thieves Den had entirely different aesthetics, especially for you.

Scythe knew how hard it is to change factions, especially with how they are looked down upon.

"Angel Eyes, is that you?"

You had only been ridiculed a few hours before Scythe's return home from work.

Sobbing endlessly, it never seemed to stop.

"Angel Eyes?"

Her voice was more worried as she soon began to kick down the door.

You had forgotten to get her a spare key, but mostly because of the stuff going on.

They had been rejecting all offers to you, overpricing food access, etc.

It was overwhelming.

You were subjected to such measures of torment for even being there.

"Darling! I'm coming' in on a one, two."

You unlocked the door, letting out a loud click! The door is slowly sliding open.

"Aah, my dear. What's got 'ya lockin' the door so early?"

"Just some things, safety, and all that."

Scythe knew you were wrong, as for the look in your eyes.

"Angel Eyes, I know what's up; how's about you letting me in?"

You nodded, letting her in as you watched her march on in and grab onto you.

She dragged you onto her lap as she spread her legs across the couch, laying her mechanical weapon down on the side.

Her hands lay on your hands and thighs, staring up at you.

She could see the tears that twinkled ever so neatly.

"Ya' been cryin'; what's the matter?"

"Just... some things happen, Scythe."

"Just some things, ay?"

You nodded, but she knew much more than you did.

Her eyes stared gently into yours, a gloved hand reaching to lay neatly on your cheek. Scythe sighed. "Sugar, You know you can always talk to me, right?" She whispered softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. You knew you were afraid to open up, but you did so anyway. You were hesitant.

"Some of the people in this town don't like me at all. "You really don't like me at all." Scythe's expression softened as she listened, her hand gently rubbing your cheek in a comforting gesture. "I'm sorry to hear that, sugar. But don't you worry, I've got your back," she reassured you with a warm smile. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, grateful for her unwavering support in the face of adversity.

"You're a good person, and that's all that matters," Scythe added, her eyes filled with understanding. With her by your side, you felt a newfound sense of courage to face the challenges ahead. "I know, I'm just... afraid? What if something happens to me?" Scythe's eyes darkened as she nodded. Something could happen to you if you weren't careful or someone took your presence wrongly.

"Stay vigilant and trust your instincts," she advised, her voice firm yet comforting. With Scythe's guidance, you knew you had a strong ally to help navigate the uncertainties that lay ahead. "And the broker is always a call away." Broker was a close friend of yours, so you knew what to do if Scythe wasn't around to support you.

"You got me, sugar?" Scythe asked, fingers holding onto your chin as you stared and nodded. "Yes, Scythe." She let out a smile. "That's my good, angel."

SUBSPACE.

THE GREATEST INVENTOR OF ALL OF BLACKROCK!! And he's YOUR partner!

If that didn't risk you getting strange looks from others and such an overwhelming reputation in Blackrock,.

Subspace was always busy, sometimes never having as much time as you two used to as kids.

After Medkit's whole fasco, he's been going insane over the crystals while you watched you two lose time with each other.

You thought maybe, just maybe, Subspace would slowly forget about your own existence.

But you couldn't let those thoughts trick you! He'd never do so!!!!

That's if they weren't 'true' from the start of the gossip train.

"Did you hear? Subspace was out with another demon!"

"Isn't he supposedly with someone already?"

It was heartbreaking to find out that your own partner had decided to spend time with someone entirely different, and even much longer than ever.

"I heard it was a date!"

"I feel bad for his actual partner; that's so sad."

Then, the mean comments started riding in about you.

Rumors.

Endless, endless rumors.

It was getting so much that you ended up attempting that very night.

Yours and Subspace's anniversary.

"MY PRECIOUS TREASURE!! I'M HOME!"

You sat in the bathtub, the pill bottle clear of any, as you slowly dunked your head.

"Precious? Where are you? I must tell you about my new biograft invention!!!"

Only a few more seconds, as the voice of his became nothing but a fine line of void.

The blaring light of the hospital ceiling eroded through your vision.

Was this heaven? Valhalla?

"MY PRECIOUS!!"

Subspace? Your partner? What's he doing here?

His arms wrapped around you as he sobbed. How could you do this to him? How could you leave him?

"Never, ever, do that again! You had me scared half to SOFTH!"

You stared at the pink-red demon that had been crying endlessly at you. You could tell by his puffy, red eyes.

"What happened?"

"I found you in the bathtub; I was lucky enough to even get to you in time."

The seriousness in his voice conveyed serious regret as you sobbed and cried.

"I don't deserve this; why'd you take me away? Why aren't you with the other person you met up with in the cafe?"

"ANOTHER PERSON!? What are you talking about, my precious?"

"The RUMORS!! Everyone's been talking about how you were on a date with someone else, cheating on me!!"

Subspace was confused. Is she cheating on you? Oh, he'd have his own creation chop his head off and finish him!

"Cheating!? My precious, my pearl, my gem! What ridiculous rumors you've managed to get ahold of! I'd never cheat on you, never!"

You stared at him.

"Really?"

"REALLY! I was just meeting up with Hyperlaser about my biografts and inventions! Nothing more! I had even purchased you fine, delicate flowers to put in your vase once more."

You were stunned— absolutely stunned. He never cheated on you; it was all a misunderstanding.

"But the proof? The…"

"Whoever was stalking us, my precious, it is not true! I love you with my fullest heart, and I would never replace you with anyone else. You deserve the world, if not the whole universe! I would do anything to make you happy, precious!!"

"Now, please, never pull such stunts again... I love you dearly!!!!"

Maybe, just maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

"Alright..."

"Rest, my gem!! I will be here always, from now on."

And so, you did.

[therapybard]

Athena Sibling Headcanons

Note: I'm far from an expert on Greek mythology, so most of this is vibes based. I am also going off the headcanon that Athena is the oldest

Apollo: They both have a lot of respect for each other, but they don't talk much. Apollo looked up to Athena when he was younger. That faded as he grew up and got tired of her no-nonsense attitude. He's all about finding a healthy work-life balance and Athena... isn't. He loves her handicrafts but the way she talks about it puts a bad taste in his mouth. She acts like it's inherently less worthy than her other domains and only engages in it as a favor to others. As if art has no worth besides utility. He also doesn't like how Athena talks about wounds and punishments, mostly when Zeus punishes one of the gods. Athena thinks some pain should remain as a lesson, while Apollo can't resist the urge to heal everything, no matter what caused the injury.

Artemis: Artemis is one of the two Olympians that would call Athena a friend, even if Athena's pride wouldn't let her say the same. They've had a lot to bond over. You'd think it'd mostly be female warrior stuff, but most of their talks are like "Everyone else in this stupid family is so obsessed with sex what's wrong with them get me out of here". As Artemis started drifting away from the family, she tried to encourage Athena to do the same. She knew how dissatisfied she was under Zeus's thumb. Athena refused, reminding Artemis not to neglect her duties. This drove a wedge between them that has yet to fully heal. Even so, they speak to each other often and always seek the other out at social gatherings.

Aphrodite: Athena, contrary to popular opinion, respects and appreciates Aphrodite's domains. Love is a very important force in the world and is clearly very powerful. It just isn't for her. No just romantic love, but attachments in general have never worked out for her. She prefers clear, transactional relationships. It's safer. Aphrodite resents Athena for this. No matter how much Athena insists she respects Aphrodite, words have never meant anything to her. Aphrodite values actions, provable passion. Athena, in her eyes, has no passion whatsoever. She's just their father's living weapon, ready to do his bidding at a moment's notice. Aphrodite can't understand her and has given up trying.

Ares: WAR SIBLINGS!!!! Okay, I know I know, most depictions put them at odds. That's all well and good, and I like that to an extent, but they certainly don't hate each other. They bicker and complain and put each other down, but they know they're both necessary. I've always interpreted Athena as representing generals while Ares represents the soldiers. Athena thinks Ares is too small-minded and bloodthirsty. Ares thinks Athena is dishonorable and passionless. He hates trickery and fully believes in a "might makes right" approach to warfare. Athena just sees war as a means to an end, hopefully a peaceful one.

Dionysus: Athena mostly ignores Dionysus. He's got his own thing going on and it's... fine, but it has nothing to do with her. Whatever. Dionysus, on the other hand, hates Athena. In an arch enemy sort of way. He doesn't actively want to harm Athena, but he hates everything she stands for. She's always serious, says wine 'distorts the mind' too much for her liking, considers dancing a waste of time, and NEVER goes to his parties. The audacity...

Hephaestus: (note: I like the version of his story where he's just Hera's child so maybe he should be here, but come on. He should be here.) Athena's other friend! He's probably the god Athena talks to most often, even more than Zeus. They're both the introverts of a family. Everyone else is just so loud and chaotic. When things are overwhelming, they'll often go to each other and craft/forge in silence. Despite her obsession with utility and efficiency, she's the only Olympian besides Hestia that never pushed Hephaestus to 'fix' his disability. She accepted him as he was, and helped him a lot when he finally decided to work on a metal leg. While their other siblings consider Athena cold and emotionless, Hephaestus knows appearances aren't everything. So what if she doesn't show her love the way everyone else does? He knows she's a good person at her core.

Hermes: Hermes is the only Olympian that works as hard as Athena does, granting him her infinite respect. They share a love of speed and efficiency. Though they have almost nothing else in common, it's enough for them both. While she isn't a huge fan of mischief, she can admire the thought that goes into his pranks. He's intelligent and Athena knows it. She just wishes he always put his energy to better use. Hermes, similarly, likes Athena. They aren't friends, and he's more than willing to smack talk her with their siblings, but he knows how hard she works and respects that. He helps keep people away when Athena's busy, and she lets him hide in her palace when he takes a prank too far.

[httpskuzuu]

Softer

hola :D fyodor is alive - fyodor esta vivo I was thinking about making a masterlist or something like that, I don't know if when I upload this I will have it published or how I will do it

anyway, I really liked this and enjoyed writing it, it's longer than I usually post but Idk, by the way, I hated translating this, it was a pain in the ass, but that's what I get for joining a mostly English community ññññññññññññ-- well, this is mostly inspired by Sinner by TheBloodySadist, you can find it in Ao3 if you want to read it, I had an obsession with it a few months xd

jaja this has gone on too long, well, adiós adiós :p

Yandere!Fyodor x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

sumary: You tried to escape and now you have to take the consequences, but you make something change in Fyodor... (juju, mistery >:p) Pt.2

tw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, failed escape attempt, explicit punishment, explicit violence, blood, broken bones, humiliation¿, manipulation, brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, reader needs therapy, stabbing, nudity, sedative, Fyodor is a fucking tw

You tremble under the weight of the boot on your ribs, you swear that at some point you hear them cracking along with an agonizing pain throughout your body.

The pressure on your body makes it impossible for you to breathe properly, which is a serious problem considering you are hyperventilating. Every breath burns your exhausted lungs and aggravates the pain.

You'd ask Fyodor to kill you already if it weren't for the fact that your throat is in a terrible condition from so much screaming and pleading.

"Well, I see I can't trust you, can I?" Despite the situation, Fyodor's tone provokes you inner anger, sounding so sarcastic. Something deep inside you tells you it's not sarcasm, it's concern, but you can't believe it, especially not coming from Fyodor.

You imagine that, if you had the strength at this moment, you would kill him with your own hands. You know well you wouldn't be able to, but it's pleasant to think about it.

"I do everything for you, and still you try to escape." He puts more pressure against your ribs and you've never felt as much pain as you do now. "You spoiled brat." He growls and his Russian accent becomes much thicker.

He removes his foot from your body and you can breathe. Relief courses through your veins and, out of pure instinct, you thank him for that act of kindness. He could have stretched it out longer, put more pressure on you and broken your ribs more, but he was merciful and gave you a break…. A break, you know that your punishment is not yet over.

You don't know yourself and your thoughts. One thing you have to hand it to Fyodor is that his training is really effective, but you're tougher than that, or at least you like to think so. Realistically, right now, you just want to curl up against him.

A kick in the side snaps you out of your thoughts, you moan and cry from the pain, your throat burning with fire. You never want to utter a sound again in your life after this.

"Aw, you poor thing… Does it hurt? Now you know how I feel every time you leave me." He's lying, you know that, but that doesn't take away the guilt that settles in your head free-form.

You shouldn't have run away, Fyodor isn't even that bad if you behaved: no gratuitous physical harm and he takes better care of you than you could ask of a kidnapper. You were an idiot, you deserved all this for not appreciating your life with Fyodor properly. God… Why did you try to escape in the first place? The Russian would always would catch you, you were just causing trouble.

Ignoring your destroyed throat, you decide to speak. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't try to escape again. Please give me another chance, I'll be good…"

Fyodor kneels down next to your agonized body. He puts his hand against your tear-stained cheek, at first you flinch, thinking he was going to hurt you more, but then you lean almost automatically against his cold hand.

You cry harder as you feel Fyodor's gentle touch, you don't quite understand what's wrong with you, you just know that you want to melt against his hand. You close your eyes and tremble. You want a hug from him, you know you shouldn't want that, that it's disgusting, he kidnapped you and hurt you, but at a time like this, when you've been disobedient, he's still showing you affection….

"Shh, it's okay, милый." He catches the falling tears with his thumb. "I know you're sorry, but your punishment isn't over yet." You automatically tense up and slowly open your eyes to look at the man in front of you, there is a smirk of superiority painted on his face, observing your pathetic appearance.

You don't dare open your mouth to complain because deep down you know very well that you deserve it, you deserve the pain for being so bratty and causing inconvenience to Fyodor. You accept what lies ahead of you and let Fyodor pull his hand away from you.

With his grip firmly on your hip, he guides you to turn around. You keep the cheek that was previously receiving the loving touch against the ground a thousand times colder than Fyodor.

You concentrate exclusively on the Russian's hands, it's just an idiotic attempt to ignore the pain all over your body. He pulls up your shirt, leaving your back bare against the cold, why is everything so cold all of a sudden? Fyodor is too, in a way he brings you peace of mind, it's like he's everywhere, even in the air…. What the hell are you thinking? You firmly believe you're delusional at this point, these are not your real thoughts, it's clear to you, he put all these idiotic ideas in your head and now you can't get them out. It's agonizing in a certain way.

The only thing you hear is your irregular breathing, if it wasn't for Fyodor's hand clamped on your hip, you would think you were alone right now, and you don't know if you would like that more or less.

Something sharpening presses against your upper back. Everything breaks down in a moment as Fyodor makes a straight cut across your entire back. It hurts horrendously, especially as the blood starts to spurt out. You start to feel dizzy and for a few moments you convince yourself you're going to pass out, but no, your body is still holding on, focused solely on Fyodor's hand.

"Breathe, моя любовь. It's just a cut." You repeat Fyodor's last sentence in your head like a mantra: it's just a cut, it's just a cut. He could have done it much worse to you, you were fine, just a cut.

You take comfort in closing your eyes hard and imagining that you are once again a child at the doctor's office, that you are simply having blood drawn for a blood test because you have not been feeling very well lately. You make a fist with your hand and clench it, digging your fingernails deep into your palm, it's as if you are clutching the hand of one of your parents for comfort. There is no more pain, it's okay, it's all right-

Another cut, this time horizontal, creates a cross on your back. You don't care, you're at the hospital, and you're safe, nothing will happen to you. It's just a cut.

Fyodor stabs the weapon into your side. You open your eyes wide as a torn scream comes out of your mouth.

Fuck it all, do you really deserve this? Have you been so horrible? You assume that Fyodor simply hates you, that he wants to torture you.

Fyodor pulls the weapon out of your body, you look out of the corner of your eye and the wound doesn't seem to be that bad, you thought it was deeper because of the pain, but no, it was something apparently superficial. You didn't want to know how much it would hurt if he had really stabbed you deeper.

Fyodor's voice right next to your ear startles you. "Sorry, was that too much? Did I hurt my little one too much?" That mocking tone again, but you hear a hint of love and concern, or so you assume. No, it's impossible for Fyodor to hate you, if he hated you there wasn't that hint of love, was there? If he hated you, he wouldn't say to you like that: my little one, his little one.

"I can't take it anymore! Please, Fyodor!" He leaves a chaste kiss on the back of your neck, and you cry disconsolately, you don't know why, but you do know it's not because of the pain, the pain doesn't matter anymore.

"You can." Fyodor's voice is the ultimate authority right now, and if he says you can take it, it's because you can. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

After those words you instantly panic, you desperately shake your head, of course you don't want to disappoint him! You have to accept your punishment, it was your fault in the first place.

"Brace yourself, dear." Fyodor leaves a trail of kisses from the nape of your neck all the way down your back, above the vertical cut. You assume he's filled his lips with blood and hate yourself at the thought of how attractive he'd look like that.

A new cut interrupts your hatred. You scream, but nothing more, you can take it, for Fyodor….

It's just one cut.

You don't know how many cuts there are next, you are not able to count them. You don't feel your throat anymore, but miraculously it still works, your screams are still coming out of it, you are relieved because you still want to keep your voice to talk to Fyodor, to ask him to hold you.

Fyodor removes your shirt completely and lays it aside on the floor. He holds you firmly and helps you sit up, any movement is hell for your ribs, but you endure it by concentrating on your kidnapper, on his loving but steadfast touch.

You look at him dizzy, teary-eyed and shattered. He is smiling, you have not disappointed him. Your head hurts as you cry disconsolately against his chest again.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying now? Your punishment is over, I won't hurt you anymore."

"You…" You're unable to speak, it's too much at once, the pain and your thoughts coming together in a ball of discomfort. You shake your head and hug him tightly.

"Are you afraid?" You weakly shake your head. It's true that Fyodor scares you, especially on these occasions when he punishes you, but you're not crying about it now.

Funny, you don't know why you're crying, but you do know what you're not crying about.

Fyodor is silent, thinking about why you're crying. "Is it about the pain?" You deny again.

Fyodor hums thoughtfully. "If you don't tell me what it is, I can't help you." You ponder on that: does he want to help you? Is he serious?

You make the feeble attempt to gather your thoughts and speak. "It's just- I don't know" Your voice comes out shakier than you wish it would. "When you touch me… It feels so good, I don't deserve it, I don't-"

"Oh, I see… Aren't you crying because of something bad? Is it because it feels good?" You nod quickly, yes, that's as close as you feel. You're happy when it touches you, when it's good to you. Were you crying out of happiness? Well, you guess so, although it feels more depressing.

"It's okay, relax." He leaves a kiss in front, and it breaks you inside. "You've taken the punishment very well, come on, you deserve to be taken care of."

The process of getting up from the floor is horrible, not only because of the pain all over your body and your numb legs, but because your mind doesn't stop spinning around Fyodor's last sentence. It feels horrible and so good at the same time that your mind is only around one specific person.

He helps you up and you let him lean your useless body against his. He guides you through the house, being patient with your slow pace. He's mostly silent, except when he tells you how well you're doing or that not long to go. Since when did Fyodor know how to talk so pleasantly?

You reach the bathroom, he sits you on the toilet and turns on the bathtub faucet. While it is filling, Fyodor takes some pills out of a drawer that you have always found locked. You don't know what the pills are or what they're for, but he hands you one and you take it without question.

You let your head fall against Fyodor's stomach, even though he is standing upright he doesn't move an inch and lets you be comfortable, he strokes your hair and you sigh lovingly. You don't deserve it, but you need more of this Fyodor, the soft Fyodor who takes care of you and makes you feel good, what did you have to do in the future to keep it in this shape? If you need to be damaged for that, well, you are willing to do it.

"The tub is full." He warns and moves a little away from you, causing you to raise your head. You miss a little that he's touching you, even though he's only been separated of you for three seconds. He holds you under your armpits and helps you up. "I need you to stand up on your own, can you, дорогой?"

You try not to focus so much on Fyodor asking you if you could do it instead of just sending you the order, and focus on standing on your own.

The Russian undresses you completely, his hands are soft, and you feel them all over your body. They are so cold, and you are so cold too now that you are naked. You are vulnerable, now more than ever, and Fyodor's fixed gaze on you disturbs you. You are simply an easy prey to hunt, his prey.

He doesn't look like a hunter now, as much as his gaze is like knives stabbing through every spot he focuses on, you think he's not doing it on purpose. Fyodor doesn't know how to be nice, he never has. He knows how to be neutral: he can keep you alive and give you necessities, but he can't kiss you and keep you warm.

But there's something wrong with all this, he's being warm because since when are his hands so soft against your battered body? You need him, you need him so much it hurts, is this his way of being nice? Okay, fine, you accept it without complaint.

When he puts you in the tub you want to die, the cuts on your back burn at the contact of the water. You don't dare say a word at that or ask Fyodor to pull you out, you're afraid you'll upset him, that he'll get tired of you being so weak and whiny and stop being gentle. Fyodor could have left you lying on the cold floor, bleeding, but he didn't. You can't be an unbearable child to him.

The Russian starts washing your body, putting special emphasis on your cuts and the wound on your side. You look at his serious face with need, why were you only now realizing how handsome he was? Mmmh, you must have been blind before. He notices obviously your shy look on his lips and he smiles, that smile indicating that he was superior to you and despite that, he was still keeping you alive and forgiving of everything you did.

He approaches you and gives you the only thing you needed to be satisfied for today: a kiss. It reminds you of all the good things, strangely enough in those memories Fyodor also appears and disturbs you minimally.

You question yourself that, maybe, Fyodor does know how to be gentle.

This is the proof you need to know that now this was a new version, right? He kissed you. You feel a warmth spreading throughout your body, now it is warm, and his hands are warm too. There is a big change in temperature and it feels like heaven.

After that, Fyodor continued to wash you with special care, ignoring how your face might explode from how red it was.

The only thing that could crush the heat was tiredness, you almost fell asleep a couple of times, but you didn't want to fall asleep because it would be like wasting time with this soft Fyodor, what if tomorrow he returned to his serious and impassive face? You can't waste this time or you would regret it.

"Go to sleep, take it easy. I'll take you to bed when I'm finished." You looked at him as the most merciful being in the world. He cared about you…

You hold back your sobs for these acts of kindness, you don't want to cry anymore, not only to avoid possible discomfort in Fyodor, but for yourself, the headache is unbearable.

You let yourself fall asleep, with your head supported on your knees and Fyodor's soothing touch.

You had a nightmare which you don't remember, or don't want to remember. You wake up with your body held in Fyodor's arms, warm and gentle.

Since when did everything become so homey? Homey? Would that be the right word? Describing any situation involving Fyodor with that word doesn't feel natural to you.

You find it hard to feel your body, and your thoughts don't flow as quickly and aggressively as they used to. It's like being enveloped in a cloud, full of comfort and calmness.

You just feel something on your side, at the site of the shallow stab wound. You think maybe it's some bandage, but your limbs are asleep and too comfortable against Fyodor to move them to check. Otherwise, you feel nothing, only someone else's hand on your lower belly, it's extremely intimate in your perspective.

You turn your sleepy head and glance sideways at Fyodor. He seems calm, looking at you, his face is emotionless again and it scares you. You come to convince yourself that he is still the soft Fyodor, if he wasn't his hand wouldn't be on you, he still hasn't changed, you repeat that to yourself until you believe it.

"… Fyodor, do you know what?" Your voice comes out weak and hoarse, you wonder how soon your throat will heal. You're thankful you can't feel it well, so there's no pain anymore.

"Mmmh?"

"I think I love you."

"Do you?" There is a change, minuscule, but a change.

You nod and look away from his face, you can't stand it, no. There has been a change, you don't know in what. There's been a change, a change! Is it good or bad? You want to think it's a nice thing.

"You're different."

"I am? In what way?"

"You're softer, something nice."

"You're drugged, you don't talk sense."

"But you're different! Seriously, you never take care of me."

Silence rules the room and it hurts. Why did you talk? What idiocy, it's your fault everything that happens now, all your fault.

"You cried with happiness when I helped you sit up." Your gaze returns to the other.

"I know, so what? You want me to cry again?" There are no bad intentions behind your comment, there really aren't. You feel your brain empty, and you can't quite interpret the situation, what is Fyodor trying to tell you? Is he angry? Is he going to punish you again? It's exhausting to use your brain in this state, so you just give up and go with the flow.

"No, I don't want that." The silence stretches a little longer and, for just a few seconds, Fyodor looks away. He looks away. "I just… I thought maybe you'd be happier if I treated you good."

"Ah…" He wanted you to be happy? Really?

"I know I hurt you, but you know I only do it when you deserve it, don't you?" You nod and the cuts on your back burn for a few seconds. "Good. I really want you to be happy, with me."

You feel like at any moment the old Fyodor will appear through the door and say something like it was all a test, and then punish you for failing it. It's a horrible feeling, but you come to believe that it will seriously pass.

"So… Are you still going to be soft?"

"Yes, only if you are obedient in return."

Yes, yes, yes. He's going to keep being gentle. For some reason your chest hurts, and you sob, Fyodor has a few drops of surprise in his expression. You hide from his gaze and just focus on the yes, it's like releasing a horrible burden out of your body. You weren't afraid he was lying, something told you he wasn't, his expression maybe, or his voice, or….

"Are you crying with happiness now too?"

"I like the soft Fyodor…"

"Mmmh, that's good, isn't it?" He pulls you a little closer to his face and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. You'd like to kiss him in return, but you can't move. "I'll keep being soft then."

I swear all I could think about while writing this was to to send it all to hell and make these two fuck

maybe I will make a second part

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 173 spoilers and thoughts but it's mostly just me getting tonal whiplash but not in a bad way i actually like this and more below the cut

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sorry i keep doing this (i.e. yelling about the very last panel of the ep instead of going chronologically) but i wanted to show this last panel first,,, idk how many alilloyd fans there are on tged-tumblr (tgedblr?) but i believe they'll be very happy about this panel and probably the next ep or so LOL

she's there for him again YAYYY YAYYYY but also what how did she get here WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?? HELP??

hopefully whatever happens after this will help alicia and lloyds relationship feel more balanced (rn its like fine but it definitely doesnt carry the same weight as llovier to me, simply bc we dont really see alicia and lloyd relying on each other in the same way javier and lloyd do - idk how else to put this but the "power balance" in their relationship feels different than lloviers if that makes sense, bc so often lloyd is doing things for alicia and that's just It yknow?)

anyway back to the top! we've got some really really nice panels of lloyd i just really like these in general,,, i like when he looks determined and serious and focused,,, it is cute

also explicitly mentioning this while also showing alicia IN the unfrozen time bubble with lloyd DOES make me worry a lil bit,,, what if smth happens,,, does fate still affect them when Most of the time across the world is frozen?? im scared,,, but also excited for more alicia lloyd scenes i can explain why in a bit,,, but also scared,,,

tyrant alicia looks cool as ever tho holy shit im VERY glad that the artist gave her a full set of armor and everything, so often we see fantasy stylized women's armor that really doesn't protect anything at all but alicia's armor is really nice and clean i like it,,,

also another panel of lloyd being cringe and javier being embarrassed,,, they're so stupid i love them . LET LLOYD BE CRINGE LET HIM BE FREE

this bit w artanis and the family was also super duper cute,,, little sillies,,, like treats,,,

seems like everyone will be safe for the time that they are frozen,,, thats good!!! at least i hope i am understanding this correctly

also thinking a LOT about these two panels bc,,, not only bc i really like how he looks in the second panel here, but also,,, well as i was reading this i hadnt realized that lloyd would be going off by HIMSELF to the mountains,,, i thought javier would go with him (bc he always does,,,)

i talked abt this when i reacted on twitter but like. javier asks if he's going by himself and lloyd goes "yeah it's fine" and javier doesn't question it, we don't see him objecting or anything,,, bc of course, lloyd will stay safe. that's what he says, so that's what'll be true. javier is also perfectly aware that lloyd can't be harmed by monsters, he's a sword master and has his singing. so the knight lets him go, bc this is a lloyd with a plan, and javier trusts his lord. but also it seems like javier doesnt really realize what exactly it is that lloyd is subjecting himself too. idk if he realizes that every time lloyd freezes time THATS whats freezing his heart; all the knight knows is that lloyd is dying, but the engineer has a solution so surely it's okay (it's not, lloyd is DYING IN THE COLD). jesus fuck

like i imagine if javier realized what exactly it is thats causing lloyd to Die is the exact stuff he's doing to stop fate and save everyone, he'd object immediately and try to find something else,,, but lloyd you fucking MARTYR u dont even say anything abt it and u GO OFF ALONE IN THE COLD WHAT ARE DOING WHAT ARE YOU COOKING. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!! MARTYRS ALL OF YOU!!!

also lloyd saying he's happy god fucking dammit. he has a goal and he's close to achieving it and all his loved ones are safe,,, that's probably the best feeling in the world to him that's the reason why he does like everything,,, it's just to protect what he cares about,,, this tiny lil smile i am going to shake him in a box

"lucky! this is perfect" AS HE'S DYING LLOYD YOU. YOUUUU YOU OYUU SHAKES YOU STOPP IT YOU FUCKING M. MARTYR!!!!

why is he like this. well okay i know why but like what the FUCK. i am pelting ten billion stones at him. risking his damn life AGAIN to protect everyone. leaving javier at the estate and not telling him what the deal is so that javier can be protected too bc thats where artanis is,,, all his loved ones in one place to keep them safe I HATE IT HERE /j

DOUBLY LOSING IT AT HIS FIRST THOUGHT, THE MOMENT HE GETS IN TROUBLE, IS TO CALL FOR JAVIER. I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD TO THAT I JUST THINK THAT SAYS SO MUCH ABT THEIR RELATIONSHIP

"ah, im dying! the first thing i think is not how to solve this myself, nor is it of my parents or of my skills, but of my longtime companion who has always been there for me and thus will help me when i call for him! and i think of him immediately!" points accusatory finger LLOVIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay i was gonna end the post there but i scrolled back up to review and realized i forgot to actually explain why i am excited for more alicia lloyd scenes so that's gonna go here now i guess LMFAOO

i really really hope that alicia and lloyd have a closer, more quiet moment to talk about their respective lives and history with losing loved ones and feeling isolated as a result. i WAS gonna talk abt that in a dedicated alicia post but i guess itll make a cameo here too lol

bc if u think abt it, suho and alicia both went through very very devastating losses. they both lost the lives of the people who cared for them most, and in very very tragic ways (suho's parents committed, and alicia's parents were slaughtered / alicia's brothers put her in a 'kill or be killed' situation). it's really unfortunate, it's life-altering, and it follows you,,, and then the isolation that comes after that makes it all even worse.

of course, we see suho very explicitly going through throes of isolation through endless work, endless school, and the sheer struggle to just survive to the next day by himself, with no family to support him. obviously, we don't see alicia explicitly having this experience, but i think it'd be reasonable to believe that after the death of her family,,, it was just her. she lost her parents and her brothers, and now she's the only one with the magentano name, and you can't exactly have an empty mantle now can you?

she probably didn't really have anyone to talk to about this. probably just a bunch of old coots on that board of nobles, who have to help her with this "being queen" thing, u cant exactly talk abt ur trauma to people who are technically working for u, who care more abt their status in the kingdom than anything else. and at such a young age, too... like yeah she's surrounded by people technically, but how many people around her actually care for HER, and not for her new status as crown princess? and then as queen? like no wonder tyrant alicia comes to be because of a betrayal from kyle, no wonder she's worried abt letting lloyd into her heart. she's probably been worried about betrayal from a loved one all her life bc of what her brothers did,,, that must be so isolating, and lonely.

so yes, i think alicia probably went through a long bout of isolation, too. and i think alicia and lloyd should Talk about it and have a heart to heart and go "jesus fuck we went through it,,, but we have found people we can rely on. and isn't that wonderful,,," and then alilloyd will have a wonderful leg to stand on yay

i WOULD go on longer about alicia in this rant but i wanted to save it for the post i was planning,,, i couldn't help myself this time though, bc it seemed relevant LOL

anyway i'll see u guys next week,,,!!! very curious to see where things go from here,,, pantara arc pulling shenanigans left and right!!!

[soleminisanction]

Hi! This may seem like a stupid question, but, what lantern do you think each Batfamily member (direct or adjacent) would be based on their personalities and your thoughts on the characters? And the beautiful, chaotic babies, aka Young Just Us? I know some think Tim would be a Green Lantern and even though I love it (mainly because Tim could develop a friendship with John and Kyle), I'm not entirely convinced that it's the right color for him. I can't see Stephanie as a Blue Lantern either… About that, and even though I know that they are different fandoms, I've to ask you the last question: do you think that Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson could be Blue Lanterns?

You don't have to answer any of this if you don't want to, I just wanted to get your honest opinion 'cause I love your meta, posts and fics.

PS: Sorry if I made any spelling mistakes. English is not my native language.

Not a stupid question at all. In fact, I actually answered it before, a couple of years ago.

The TL;DR on that post is that I think Green Lantern is a good default fit for any of the Bats, because you can't do what they do as superheroes without an insane amount of willpower. Personally, I pegged Tim as being a good fit for Indigo, compassion... if the Indigo Tribe didn't play by bizarre rules because men who write comic books are weird about emotions. I could also see an argument for Tim landing among the Star Sapphires, given how many of them are motivated by lost love.

When it comes to Blue Lanterns -- ugh. The Steph as a Blue Lantern thing is so frustrating and dumb. It comes from a single image in her Batgirl run, where people completely ignore the context: it's part of her Black Mercy montage, which means it's an illusion that only exists in Steph's mind and the only thing it proves in-universe is that Stephanie wants Steph to be a Blue Lantern. Which is in turn mostly just indicative of a massive ego, because Blue Lanterns are presented as literal messianic archetypes.

('Oh but it's a story Bryan Q. Miller wanted to do!!' Yes, and DC told him no, that's stupid, and made him use Barbara instead. BQM was a Smallville writer who confused Steph with a 1960s Broadway character, he is the last person you should listen to about canon)

Of the Bats, I think the one most eligible for Blue Lantern status is undeniably Dick, just due to the role he plays in DC's larger superhero society. I could definitely see Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson being applicable too.

The rest of the Core Four is trickier to pin down for me, personally. My gut instinct says Blue for Bart as well, partially because I think he's the one of the Flash family that best 'inherits' that aspect that made Barry the Blue Corps deputy in Blackest Night, and partially because of how he's been presented in the Infinite Frontier era specifically, as this bright bolt of color that rushed back into the world and brought the past with him.

But like. A part of me also wants to say that about Kon? Though I could also see him falling into the compassion-if-Indigo-wasn't-so-weird category, because that boy just cares so much for the people around him (in Hawaii, in Cadmus, in Smallville, in YJ and the TT, in the Superfam) and defines himself so much by his ability to be helpful and useful to them.

And Cassie, I'm inclined to put her in Green, with the temptations of Red, because she basically became a superhero through sheer gumption and repeatedly demonstrates her willingness to stand up to literal gods to do what she thinks is right; but there's also that anger and ability to do serious harm that Ares tried to cultivate within her that never completely goes away.

...so yeah, that's my (kinda rambling) two cents on the whole thing. 😅

[i-prefer-the-fictional-world]

This is something I'm very hesitant to talk about but it's constantly on my mind, it has been for years now and I feel the need to let it out somewhere.

We live in a very, very deeply mysogynist world. Misogyny is something every woman (and trans/NB people) regardless of race, ethnicity, nationality, sexual orientation, wealth, power or privilege experiences almost on a daily basis. Some are harmed by it far more than others but no one is completely un-harmed. It is horrifying and cruel but also normalised, and there are so so many people out there who are looking for any and every excuse to justify the misogyny.

Some of them stick to the old tried and true wokeness ruining stuff narrative, but others have started adopting something far more gross. It's the 'women can be abusers too' narrative.

Let me be clear yes of course I know that women can indeed be the abusers. What I'm talking about here is the weaponization of this phrase. Men use this narrative to hide their own abuse and use DARVO (Deny, Attack, Reverse Victim and Offender) to make their victims look like the bad guy.

We (and I'm not excluding myself from this group) so desperately want to believe that if a woman has enough wealth and power and privilege she could become immune to the harm misogyny causes, because if people like taylor swift and Blake Lively are not immune to it then what chance do rest of us stand?

So we are sometimes a little too eager to believe that women are indeed lying for fame and fortune. Actually feminist make lots of genuine efforts to be as considerate and as inclusive of men as possible. We desperately want to believe that any man we like is a good feminist man. And the bar is so low for that. So many men will say and do a fraction of what most women do and still be praised for being feminist. I can't help but think that 'women can be abusers too' often gets used as a replacement for 'she's a gold digger' or 'she's making false allegations to ruin his life'.

There is an assumption that it's just natural for men to be a little misogynist at the start so we are far more accepting of their change and growth. But God forbid a woman comes across as mean in an interview. Also while we are on the topic how many times do we hear men being mean in interviews? Is it just me or the word mean is used for women far more than it is used for men?

White feminism is another term I've seen being used a lot in the USA and western world in general. Most of the times I've seen this phrase pop up is when a rich white woman is talking about various forms of misogyny she has faced. I'm well aware that white feminism is indeed a real harmful thing but even this term is used as a weapon to dismiss misogyny rich white woman faces. It always sounds like what you been through is not a big deal, misogyny is not a big deal, there are more serious/ real issues in the world so stop complaining about this non issue. Someone has it worse so you have no right to complain.

I've personally seen this argument I've seen used against Taylor Swift a lot. I'm not American or white or straight and yet I find myself relating to her experience so often. So it always baffles me because how is her talking about her personal experiences alienating to women of colour? The reality is all women face misogyny in all sorts of ways and pointing to a woman's privilege to dismiss the misogyny she faced is just one of many many tactics. I guarantee you that your favourite non white, non straight, non american female celebrity or you know literally any random women that you know, (and most likely you yourself), also has their experiences dismissed only the wording of it was a little different.

My point is saying all of this is please don't fall for it. Even if the woman is the richest, whitest, meanest, most privileged bitch, take everything negative said about her with a grain of salt and if she is talking about abuse or sexual assault put your feelings aside and believe her.

[tsuunara]

,, BSD FANDOM STOP FUCKING MISCHARACTERIZING CHUUYA FOR ONE SECOND CHALLENGE

i need to get this out of my head because i can't do this anymore with ppl who mischaracterize chuuya so much

tw ; opinion and lots of stormbringer and 15 spoilers! i think it's safe to put that here (also sorry for my poor wording of this i'm trying my best here sob sob justice for chuuya!!!)

"chuuya would be a red flag in relationships because he has incredible anger issues and gets violent!"

,, what a bullshit statement LOL i'm (not) sorry for saying this but i really don't think chuuya has any anger issues whatsoever?? NOW JUST HEAR ME OUT FOR A SECOND being short-tempered ≠ having anger issues!!! ,, having anger issues is something you CAN'T control and causes you to say or do things that can cause harm to others. chuuya does NOT have anger issues!!! we relatively don't see chuuya taking his anger out towards ANYONE with NO CONTROL over his actions whatsoever (arahabaki excluded, it's literally a god of destruction)

,, "but he takes it out on dazai!! he fought with him!!"

,, chuuya mentions that it was to SPITE him. when dazai and chuuya are together, i'd say chuuya is more pissed and annoyed because dazai is usually pushing is buttons. he's just a bit short-tempered and loses it a little more easier than others! of course he also does loses his temper a bit whenever he's stressed as well (that one cannibalism arc episode!!! where he said "son of a bitch") but he didn't particularly go KABOOM KABOOM, ifykwim. ,, we can also see him relatively calm and serious with his work in some episodes too!! he's not yapping and exploding all the time, because obviously he's a 22 year old man. throughout these 7 years, chuuya WOULD'VE learned to mature himself and control his emotions ESPECIALLY after going through his trauma.

,, "but chuuya is violent all the time!"

,, "all the time" ? bffr LMAO. okay sure, chuuya is MAFIA EXECUTIVE and that's part of his job. but that doesn't mean he's always killing this and that!! literally in the official wiki it mentions how chuuya isn't "impossible to reason with" when dealing with his enemies!!

,, ALSO FURTHER PROOF THAT CHUUYA ISN'T SOME COLD-BLOODED KILLER WHO KILLS EVERYONE HE SEES!! in stormbringer, we're up to the scene where N literally tells chuuya that he wasn't human and literally TORTURES HIM, verlaine - the man who KILLED off all his friends - gets him to kill N. but guess fucking what? CHUUYA DIDN'T!!! he tried to go for verlaine instead!! and he also sympathized with him because he KNEW where he was coming from as well!!

,, also!! when he was betrayed by the sheep in the 15 arc, dazai gave chuuya the choice of what to do with them when he was ordered to kill both the sheep and the GSS. and chuuya told him not to kill any of the sheep - most likely due to the fact that he actually still sees them as his family (give this man a break wtf) ,, even if we see chuuya angry at times, at most we can justify his anger - i mean who wouldn't go feral if you had to face the man who killed all your friends or the man who literally killed off your original self, tortured you and told you you weren't human? if anything, it's a very human thing if im being honest. (further proof that chuuya is human) ,, now, bringing back to our bullshit statement - why would chuuya need to get angry or violent if he loves his s/o? chuuya may be a red flag and has his flaws but i REALLY don't see the need for him to take any of his anger out on his s/o. he's really not angry 24/7 all the time, nor does he always NEED to use violence even as being part of the mafia - and just so you know, it's confirmed that chuuya would treat women the best out of everyone!!!! so let's just call it a day and go home guys 🤗🤗🤗

tldr; there would be no need for chuuya to get angry or violent if he loves his s/o, being a mafia executive does NOT necessarily mean he is violent all the time as he sympathizes with others, chuuya does NOT have anger issues and just loses his temper a little more easier than others (especially when it comes to dazai), and asagiri literally confirms he respects women.

thank you for coming to my ted talk. have a good day, evening or night ^_^

[shatterstars-world]

So I am writing my Arcane fanfic where the severance procedure takes place in Piltover/Zaun and characters such as Vi, Caitlyn, Jayce and Viktor are severed. After reading @beetleandfox 's post on core characteristics and beliefs in the characters from Severance (e.g. Irving's "desire for meaning and art and spirituality" and Helena's "headstrong and entitled nature"), which talks about how morals and devotion to a cause are socialised in us rather than innate parts of our character, I've been thinking about the core beliefs and characteristics of the Arcane characters. I want to pull together some of the popular analyses of them, and think about how that may translate for their "innies". To me, one of the most interesting ways to build characters is asking: what is this character's core belief? And why is it wrong?

To me, Vi is one of the easiest characters to imagine in a Severance AU, mainly because in Arcane Vi literally spends seven years of her life in prison. She goes in a terrified teenager who has lost everyone she loved, and comes out hardened by tragedy and prison brutality – but she remains a kind, intelligent, caring and trusting person. Severance creates both a physical and mental prison for innies, who are designed purely for labour but are human and therefore need connection. And I think both Vi's outie and innie would be desperate for it.

One of her core beliefs is that she's here to protect and help others. It's why she risks her life again and again for the people she loves, why she can't let Powder go in season 1, why she loses her sense of identity after she's lost both Powder/Jinx and Caitlyn in season 2 act 2, and why staying to help in the commune has such an appeal to her. Similarly, I think her innie would be committed to helping others. I don't think she would find meaning in a god figure that Lumon creates, but instead find meaning in friendships with her coworkers.

Do I think Vi's innie would try to break out when she is first born? Absolutely. But I think that rebellion would be beaten out of her over seven years, much like it is for Mark S. through the torture of the break room. Think about Vi when we first meet her. As @generisydtoo says in their analysis of the prison warden and institutionalised brutality within the prison, Vi is expecting to be beat up when Caitlyn comes to question her and just wants to get it over with. It is only because of Caitlyn's power that she is able to leave, otherwise she may have lived the rest of her life in prison. Vi's innie would be taught that there is no means of escape, and if she were to learn that her outie had severed because she had to work tirelessly from a young age and this corporation gave her the best opportunity to look after her family, I think her innie would accept that. She too only really finds meaning in others. The flaw in this logic is that she will harm herself and others if all she can think about is trying to protect them. Protection is not the same thing as life, peace, justice and satisfaction. Ideas about rebellion would only occur to innie Vi if her friends were in serious danger (which they will be, but I don't want to give away too many spoilers...).

Now if there's any Arcane character who is easy to transpose onto a Severance character, it's Caitlyn. Like Helena Eagen, she is born into power and wealth, is sheltered by her family, and is headstrong in her beliefs. However, Caitlyn is given opportunities to carve her own identity in a way Helena can't, e.g. being allowed to become an incredible marksman, joining the enforcers, not being punished for using her connections to release Vi and solve a mystery in the Undercity but instead being given an opportunity to speak to the Council. That being said, I think Caitlyn's innie would be similar to Helly R.: furious with her outie for imprisoning her in this way, raging against the corporation, desperate for freedom as Helena/Cailtyn is in the outside world.

Caitlyn is such an interesting character in Arcane because she goes from a naive girl guided by her moral compass and black and white thinking, to a jaded woman who becomes so consumed by grief that she believes that the ends (killing Jinx) will justify her means (declaring martial law, using the Grey to hunt the chem barons regardless of the damage it could cause to innocent civilians of the Undercity). It is only when she is forced to face the fact that her actions are immoral, regardless of the end result, that she accepts the total error of her ways.

I think at the core of Caitlyn's character is the belief that her moral compass will guide her to doing the right thing. This belief is obviously flawed and frequently wrong, which is what makes her so compelling to me. In a Severance AU, this may mean that her outie sees no problem with the subjugation of innies, and it means that her innie will see no problem in harming her outie if she cannot have freedom.

I have so many more ideas for this fanfic and cannot wait to flesh out the world-building. I am currently half way through chapter 1 of 7, but with Severance season 2 coming out, the possibilities of this fic feel endless to me. Thank goodness for art.

[pillowspace]

How would Moon, Memo, Sunna and Sun be angry ? What is necessary to make them fight? And how serious would their... punishments be?

Memo......... I never point out typos but I'm just deeply amused by memo

Sunna is more easily provoked into hostility and has no problem burning things down or killing whoever disrespected him. He doesn't want to be a feared god though, so it's not intended to send a message to the next person or anything like that. If you're decent at it, you could calm him down after having set him off, as that can sometimes work. (Extra note, friends can't set him off)

Moon is easily provoked into a safer hostility, so that can be disregarded as just grumpiness. If someone brings harm to the vulnerable or does some other severe offense to others, he is wrathful and completely fine with killing them. He can still intentionally scare people who have not done this, but will just not kill them. In fact, he'll be very quick to scare people

Memo is harder to anger, so if someone were to manage it, he would be fine banishing a person from the area or giving them a warning. Depending on the severity, the person may also be cursed alongside the warning. If the warning is then ignored, he is unconcerned with further cursing or even killing them. This is not a concern that makes Memo a danger if you're not trying to anger him. While Moon's motivations are more protective of others, Memo's are more personal. Don't steal from him, don't try to bring harm to him, don't insult him, etc. etc. This also extends to Sunna

Sun is the least dangerous, but not without danger. If you insult him, he'll give you a warning, but... that might just be the extent of it, a reprimand. If someone's too harsh or has too many offenses, he will be perfectly fine getting outwardly angry and putting a curse on them. He will only kill someone if they have caused him extreme anger, something rare. No one can do this without 1,000% deserving it

[lednet-sorrow-au-blog]

Guys...If you know Transformers(TFP,RID,RB,RBA,Bayverse,or animated) and TSAMS.This is my Au concept about Nexus and Dark $un in Our Purpose Au/OP Au(WIP.Plus other Characters like the astrals and Dark $un-'s dragon baby wither storm)

Inspo for the dark energon:@witchysolfan

Minor spoiler for my wattpad book that only have two chapters LOL-

TW:Mention consuming substances(Wither shards/Dark energon.Aka I am not taking it serious well-), Harming one self(Little bits),Manipulation,and death.

Spoilers if you haven't/seen TF or TSAMS/TLAES.

*Little thing about me:I probably yap,make senseless shetting lore,and don't know if I am being logical and doing great with my grammer and spelling.Please give peaceful feedback if something in this paragraph doesn't make sense and you couldn't understand my writing,Thank you.

But, Nexus and the dark star power is a reform of dark energon but adapted over the time. And he have been consuming dark energon. (I think it's part of Unicorn's core or something like that- hey- rusty TF knowledge) like how Bucket head was(Megatron) was with the purple drugs(Dark energon) and in Predacons rising movie of the last ep of Transformers prime. Megatron was thrown off his ship and died by bee by getting stab from a sword made from the 16 primes. And how he gets revived but can't control his body since Unicorn is controlling him physically and it would hurt Megatron if he refuse to do what Unicorn wants. What about that happens to Nexus in a way where he go 'offline' but gets revived only to be a puppet(Again) but to a god(Unicorn), and Dark Sun($un), knowing the consequences as he saw it happen before in some other dimensions(I headcanon he saw some dimensions too in his spare time,plus Ruin,but didn't know what it was even at first nor care much since he never really examine the thing or chance out of trauma reaction or guts he have about it I guess?) as he purposely let it happen, CAUSE one, he hates all Moons(including Nexus cause of his behavior) and using him for his side project in a half benefiting way(I am still working on the f##king lore for OP Au).

But I am still figuring on how will he survive, having Starscream as a bud in their body(Two twin sisters,two different father beings), dying and how $un plan it or have the idea to have it all pin point to the source. Plus $un's dragon is half Predacon too to make it more sense in a Logical connection between TSAMS and TF.(Aye,another shockwave and Predaking sad father and son moment-)The astrals are solely related to primus and other cyber myths(That's made up btw-),like the titans and quintess(The ugly squid peeps who are just controlling),Etc and more! The astrals are partly made a small great amount of the allspark's energy for their abilities to fly,speed,strike,Etc. Lunar, is more a different generation and why Taurus didn't like nor trust at first too, cause Unicorn was part of Earth,Earth himself for the planet.So other reason to connect the two fandoms hehe:3

[astrotoilet]

Cate Dunlap x male reader that happens during Godolkin massacre? Please do it, make it that she forces him pls.

Against your will

|| Cate Dunlap x Male reader ||

Summary: Cate tells her thoughs about reader during Godolkin massacre.

This is an alternative version of the history to make things clearer.

WARNING:This story contains:Violence, swearing and forced actions.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

It was a peaceful day at Godolkin University, you where walking around the campus until chaos started to happen on the place.

A massacre was happening in there and everyone was panicking, By the way the supes that where locked where set free by someone and they where causing chaos.

You could see how supes where brutally killing normal humans using their powers, it was a very brutal scene to watch

In far away you could see your fellow friends Jordan and Marie trying to stop this.

"What....what?, what is happening right now you said panicking

You where shocked by what you where seeing and spechless, you wanted to run away, you felt panic and the urge to run as fast you could, being powerless, just a normal human made you panic even more, you wanted to dissapear from here.

" Oh L/N.... where are you going?, i can't finish my work without you i need even more motivation" a voice was heard behind him.

"Cate?....what are you talking about?" You said turning back.

"Y/N you are one of the few persons i will actually listen to but, you will have to listen to me first okay" Cate said

"Im listening you..." You said fear clearly in your voice.

She got closer to you

"Just hear me...this is for a humble and good purpose, i'll show you" Cate said

"What?"

"Im doing all of this to the supe superiority, we are superior than humans like you, we are killing you all, except one..." Cate said in a tone that froze all your blood

Your stare was lost in the bloody stare of the blonde

then you moved a bit away but she followed you, you did it again but she didn't gave up

"C-Cate.." you asked

"Yes?" Cate replied

"A-Are you gonna hurt m-me?" You replied

"Good question Y/N"

'Im fucked'

Cate got closer to you.

"Do you really think i would harm you?" Cate said smiling

Her bloody eyes just made it worse

"Well you and your demented group are currently killing people very near us, they could kill me right now" you said starting to get more scared

"Calm down y/n it's okay, i told them about you, they can't touch you" Cate replied

"What? What the fuck Cate for fucks sake" you said

"Listen" Cate said

"Y/n you're not a supe, but you are important to make this plan succesful, so please we need your help to make everything great again" Cate said

Y/n was here in a torturing silence

"Also y/n you know this?"

"Know what?"

"We can maybe spare some of you, but i don't know, you are the only one i actually want to spare, the rest can be slaves"

"Gosh, just let me go please Cate"

"No, as an inferior human speaking to a supe, you have to obey me, okay?"

"Or you want to obey against your will? "

"Okay okay, i swear to god i'll listen"

"Okay"

Cate then took a few steps away and began to spoke

"listen closefully"

"O-okay"

"Y/n i like you, i have always liked you so i wanted to ask if you wanna be with me"she said

"Huh?" You said shocked

"Yes y/n i love you with all my heart and you deserve me, so please"

"Cate....i mean....uhhh why you like me?..."

"Im not attractive as Luke or Andre or even Jordan on his male form, im not that good what do i have of good?" You added

Cate then laughed, but quickly changed her face to serious again

"That's not true, you're fine, you still look kinda innocent, you have very good style, your voice is delight to hear, you are tall and you always smell good, you're cool" Cate said

She looked away with her hand on her face trying to hide her blush, but you saw it and blushed too.

"I think you are just trying to buy me...."

"Oh.... you think that?, well it's not true i have couple goals with you"

"And what are those?"

"Be together"

"Why are you so interested on my, be genuine this time please"

"Because i like you"

"And i will do everything because i want to be with you"

"Gosh, well i... i guess i have no choice..."

"Yeah, you have no choice"

Cate then got closer to me and gave me a kiss, u just kissed back to not infuriate her.

"Now you're mine, only mine and forever..."

"Im not going anywhere Cate, i promise you m-my trust and love"

"Im glad you say that, i love you and you belong to me"

"Okay?"

"Yes, i l-love you too"

She smirked

"Now let's see this place burn down"

Cate the grabbed my hand and we walked away, i looked back in horror as the deranged supes created chaos.

The end

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🪬I WILL TAKE BACK WHAT'S MINE (Part 6) 🪬

CW : Violence / Swearing / Character dead (not Reader)

Pronounce : She / Her

Gender : Female ( Cause it easy for me to write and I don't really write English fanfics often like other. )

Note : This story might not follow the original game storyline.

Tag : @khalhaimdad @akemiixx01

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Venti know.

Mean, he ever seen you before. It's happened when you first come to Mondstadt. He thought you're just a normal traveller.

But it's turn out that you are the most wanted criminal and the leader of Rebellion. He doesn't know why. Because he didn't saw you do anything to harm peoples or Mondstadt.

He want to convince his Creator to stop, but he afraid that Geo Archon will hunt him down like he did with the peoples who didn't accept in our Creator.

Archon of war and the oldest of all sevenths. Mean that he is the strongest Archons.

“ And I should crush you in to a pieces, should I? ”

It has been reported from villagers, that they found a group of rebellion around Guili plain. And Zhongli immediately call him for back up. Most of the rebels group are Vision user. And one of them is a Fatui Harbinger too.

Zhongli is infront of him. And Venti is stand behind ready to charge at rebellion group if Zhongli... No, MORAX give him a signal.

“ Oh~ what a surprise, I thought you all died. Hmmm, what an aura? Are you tried to mimic our Creator? How amusing.... ”

You frowned your eyebrows, what an idiot he can be? You don't know why he such a stupid or too blind to realise real or fake.

“ The ages of your isn't help to develop your brains at all? I'm pity for you, Morax. ”

No, something is wrong. You think Zhongli doesn't a person who had no reason. But it might have something that corrupted his mind or his brains.

Yes, you can say that his action make you frustration. But it might be some reason to make him like this. And you sure 80% of the reason is from that impostor.

Wait....if you remember correctly. If that gods who betrayal to the Creator and got kick out from heaven to human world...

That Impostor has a chance to be their descendants, right?

You think you can piece together some stories. Although still not sure, plus there is no clear evidence yet.

“ Stop zone out! ”

You heard Flowey scream at your ear, you flinched. And turn around to scold at him.

“ Stop playing around! Protect your grace at all cost no matter what! ”

All of your acolytes stop infront you like a human wall. You close your eyes and focus on your power. And after 3 seconds, golden shield is appear on your acolytes who come to front line to protect you.

Your shield might be not strong as Morax's shield. But you sure that it can absorb some damage and decrease a chance of injured for a bit.

Remember, your power is not fully awaken, yet.

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Lilith was afraid.....

She knew, someday, she might lost everything. Even though she tried her best to keep it.

Even though, she cooperate with "ABYSS ORDER". She still afraid.

To take down the "CREATOR GOD" It's not an easy thing that anyone can do.

"Your highness, we have a message that Morax is meet with Y/N."

The abyss mage is appear from thin air, now she stayed in her chamber. And doesn't allow everyone to come in.

She can't let peoples know that she had collaboration with Abyss order.

“ Are you sure that potion will have a long affect on Morax? ”

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It wouldn't be wrong to say that your side is currently at a serious disadvantage. Because peoples on your side is less more than hundreds person. Different from Zhongli, who ever once is a god of war. And there are hundreds of troops as reinforcements as well.

You and Albedo is agreed to retreat, but it need a chance or some unexpected incident first.

[ If you heard me, Flowey. ]

[ Yes, I heard you. Your grace. ]

[ Find a way to delay Morax. We can't fight him! We should retreat ASAP. ]

[ Yes, as your wish! ]

Now, the first creature that you created with your own hands is showing its effectiveness for everyone on the battlefield. You believe in the living flower that you created will save your group from this dangerous situation.

“ You think that your friend little flower can save you? How pathetic! ”

You heard Morax speak contemptuously, but you didn't bother to pay attention to him. You are confident that Flowey is not powerless despite not being skilled enough to win fight. However, Flowey is capable of creating opportunities for you and other members to escape more smoothly.

As Morax was about to attack you, numerous vines suddenly emerged from the ground and intervened, obstructing both Morax and his soldiers, causing them to pause and attempt to destroy the vines.

"Now, this time!!"

You shouted, as Albedo, Diluc, Rosaria, Childe and the other adepts quickly protected the weaker ones and hurriedly led them to escape. You and the men stayed behind to cover their retreat.

Flowey continued to create vines relentlessly, some of which attacked the soldiers to obstruct them, while others wrapped around them to immobilize them. The Pyro Vision user began to launch attacks, as fire was a weakness for a plant like Flowey, and Flowey was well aware of this.

However, Flowey refused to back down, even if it meant being burnt down to ashes. It would do everything in its power to protect its master until the last time of it life.

“ Thanks for creating me, thanks for welcome me to this world. Your grace. ”

“ TIME TO TAKE OFF! ”

While you were retreating, suddenly you felt the scorching heat in the air. You turned around to see flames rising violently like hellfire. The attack with familiar wind strings was reacting with the fire, making you scream out loud with a heart that was almost shattered.

"FLOWEY!!!!"

Albedo also turned around to look back. He was no different from you in being caught off guard. But he saw that this was a good opportunity to retreat. He reluctantly pushed your plan to move forward.

"Don't let its sacrifice be in vain."

He knew that parting was painful. He himself had a bond with that flower, not much different from you, as someone who had taken care of it during the time when it had not yet to survive in this world. Albedo also saw this flower as a child of sorts.

If it can. He wanna help it too. He know that, Flowey was your first creation and you really love it.

But if he jump in to help it. Maybe, the two Archons will kill him immediately, and all your efforts may ruined because of him.

Childe could only mourn its sacrifice in his mind silently.

The important thing now is. He had to inform Fatui about this matter as soon as possible.

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The battle has been going on for a long time, with the Fatui stationed nearby and in Liyue, coming to support your side to ensure your safe escape. And it coincides with the fast arrival of the Fatui's messenger carrying important order from Tsaritsa to Childe, the 11th Harbinger is fully aware of the situation and the current important mission to convince you about going to Snezhnaya.

“ Your grace, can we talk for a moment please? ”

………

“ Is Snezhnaya really welcoming me? ” You asked Childe, furrowing your brows in suspicion. It would be good if that were the case, but you know that the Fatui, known for their cunning and deceitful nature most in Teyvat.

“ How can I be sure that the Archon of your nation isn't just luring me into a trap? ”

You asked earnestly, looking into Childe's eyes for reassurance. The tension was palpable, and he could tell that even the divine creator might not believe in him.

Childe thought for a moment, and a genuine pang of pain struck his chest.

“ If you don't believe my words, I'm willing to swear on my own life. ”

Childe said with a strained voice. He didn't know what else he could do to make you believe. Clearly, his plan to kidnap you had backfired. He surely that if he do, you will hate Fatui and Snezhnaya immediately.

Childe tried his best to persuade you with his words, hoping to sway you in any way possible.

[ FATUI ] is a name that everyone in Teyvat was agrees is an enemy. Few people trust the Fatui, and it's rare for the Fatui will not deceive anyone. It's clear that all of your followers doesn't likes the Fatui, especially the 11th Harbinger. Your decision will have consequences, whether they are good or bad depends on you. And as you're discussing this, you realize that someone has been eavesdropping.

‘ I must make the right decision on this... Whether everyone's lives will be saved or lost depends on my decided... ’

You exhale softly, acknowledging that this decision is incredibly difficult.

“ You know that all my members don't like Fatui, right? ” You ask Childe for sure, want him to aware what he was doing and saying now. Childe nodded, he knew that no one like Fatui and he don't care.

“ And everyone in here is my followers, I want to tell you something, I'm not the kind of person who rules people with a dictatorship. But I will rule the people more democratically. by choosing to listen to the opinions of the majority ”

Childe know immediately what you meant in your words. His expression was obviously gloomy. Because he already knows the result of the answer.

You turn around and walk away, signaling for all of your followers to gather in front of you. You stand on a big rock, crossed arms, on your left side is Albedo and Diluc. And your right side is Childe who is still standing in silence.

“ Is anyone interested to go to Snezhnaya? If we travel to Snezhnaya, we will be protected by the Fatui, and the 11th harbinger will accompany us on this travel. What do you guys think about this? ”

People instantly whispered to each other. As you said, no one trusts Fatui.The expressions on everyone's faces were obviously worried.

“ I think. Maybe, the enemy of our enemy is my friend. Why don't we try to trust them first? ”

Albedo spoke up amidst the chaos and confusion of the members. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

The whispering returned again. You caught a fleeting sense that they were considering possibilities and safety, and it was an oddly reasonable survival strategy.

Childe's expression remained calm, but he could feel a glimmer of hope emerging from the negotiations. It seemed that some people were swayed by Albedo's words, judging from his gaze, some of them were thinking along with Albedo's speech.

However, there were some who did not agree with Albedo's words, and Diluc seemed to be that person. This could be because he had a worst history with the Fatui. And Rosaria, who was not an easily trusting person, just like Diluc himself.

But they don't speak, yet. They are waiting to hear your decision. For them you are their leader now. If it's not a better choice or they didn't see it fit, they will oppose to you, and they believe that you will listen their reasoning.

“ No one can go anywhere... The journey of all of you has come to an end now, especially the one who most dangerous for an eternity like you... Y/N. ”

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When this story end? Idk, but I want to write a new one. What would you guys think about Horror!Reader or Creepypasta!Reader.

Sorry, but I like to hurt and Kill characters 😂😂

Maybe I will draft it and public to Tumblr to see y'all reactions. The one that got more notes, I will write ^^

Oh! If you want to be on my tag list, you can tell me on the comment! I will add your blog to my tag list next chapter!✨

Btw, I don't know why but I think Zhongli isn't the people who have no reason. I try to write but, nooooo I can't. I should find something more reasonable to my make sense.

[motimatcha]

Fatui: pyro agent — SFW & NSFW

Pyro agent x fem!reader

SFW

Fatui Pyro Agent is not embarrassed in expressions and is not embarrassed to tell you the truth. If you, figuratively speaking, in the ass, then he will directly say about it: "You are in the ass."

Fatui Pyro Agent allows you to treat his wounds if you have a medical education/know how to provide first aid/own abilities predisposed to treatment.

^ he will "hiss" and "growl" at a hydrogunner legionnaire when he offers to help (except for serious wounds when he is too far away from you), because everyone likes to be taken care of and fatui is no exception. Your dissatisfied grumbling is just a nice addition, because he likes your voice.

Fatui Pyro Agent will be grateful if you prepare him breakfast while he trains or gets to work. He will be grateful if you collect him lunch/dinner for work, but it is likely that he will just stare at his food for a day/days, because it reminds him of you and the house where he is expected.

Fatui Pyro Agent will show you how to cook dishes of his native country. He is a patient teacher and if you can’t do it the first time, he will show everything again.

Fatui Pyro Agent likes when you praise his cooking.

Praise him, Fatui Pyro Agent really lacks this.

After long missions where he is always on "high alert" and returns home, he sleeps for a very long time. But if you try to wake him up, then most likely he will abruptly grab your hand and knock you over onto the bed.

Fatui Pyro Agent is really sorry that he frightened you and caused physical harm, but he can do nothing with his reflexes.

Fatui Pyro Agent loves to train with you if you own the eye of God or want to learn martial art.

^ however, in the latter case, he is more likely to teach you how to strike from the back and disappear from view (like Kuroko from "Kuroko's Basketball") without the use of third-party devices.

If your God Eye is Pyro, he will give you some advice based on his observations and training. He is not against and even wholeheartedly for the exchange of information.

Fatui Pyro Agent at work and Fatui Pyro Agent in everyday life is like two completely different people. At work, he can be either calm and reasonable, or a slightly boastful and arrogant agent; At home, he is your loving agent who loves you equally, training, long afternoon naps and early morning or late evening walks.

Fatui Pyro Agent loves to use his invisibility to:

At home, sneak up from the back and hug you, kiss, tickle.

During work, he quietly watches you and, if necessary, intervenes in your affairs.

Fatui Pyro Agent makes good money.

Fatui Pyro Agent introduces you to some of his colleagues so that there are no misunderstandings. Although in his personal file there is a count that he is married.

Agent Fatui's pyro colleagues love to tell you all sorts of facts about the agent before he met you.

"Oh, you know, when he was a bachelor, he kept saying that he would never marry, but look where we are now" — and yes, all this was said in your house purchased after a year of life in a marriage.

I think his hair is pretty nice to the touch.

NSFW

he can be both dom and sub in sex. Sometimes he wants to show who is in charge, especially if he is very aroused, but there are also days when he wants to be dominated.

He has a fetish for collars and leashes, as well as a master/servant relationship. Combine and you get a fatui agent who can't think of anything but to serve you. Kink for praise also has a place to be. Marking: bites, hickeys, scratches - works both ways.

He likes to cum inside you and then push the cum back into you with the tip of his cock. On duty, he is not at home for a long time, so before he leaves, he seems to want to fuck the soul out of you and leave as many of his traces as possible.

And although he likes it when you leave your marks on his body, he still asks you to leave them in places where it can be easily hidden. Nevertheless, he must maintain the image of the Terrible and terrible agent of Fatui, who came to knock out debts from debtors.

He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair. This makes him roll his eyes to the sky.

He is not against experiments and different positions, but he does not like rough and hard sex, as well as any kind of physical violence against you and over him.

"Pain should be associated with pain, not pleasure," — he tells you, while he leaves the bump with a tingling on the bend of your neck.

He will make you cunnilingus if you ask; he won't do it unless you ask. If he wants a blowjob, he will ask, if he does not want, he will not ask. Nevertheless, he respects your opinion and if you are not in the mood, he will survive it.

He likes to try different positions and places for sex, as well as provoke you and likes when you provoke him.

[aviculor]

Time for another film about a woman under severe mental anguish being stalked by an entity that might just be all in her head. I put off Smile for a long time because it's a serious watch with heavy subject matter. The woman's cat is killed and it sounds like it really sucks to watch her discover that. But Smile has proven itself to be one of the standout horror films of the decade and has already received a sequel that premiered today. It's in theaters right now.

Unlike Huesera though, spoiler alert: it eventually is revealed that The Smile Entity is real. Our protagonist legitimately is being stalked by a memetic force that makes its current victim die by suicide in front of the next target while making them sport a creepily too-wide grin. And its true form is a skinless giant with nested layers of mouths and it forces itself inside your mouth in order to possess you.

The premise is very It Follows. In fact, Woman Is Being Stalked And No One Believes Her has become a pretty tangible subgenre in horror. This, that, Huesera, Men, The Invisible Man remake, Cuckoo up to a certain point...well, you get the idea. Almost like it's an allegory for something. Hmm.

Jesus Christ I hate Holly and her husband.

"...Rose, did you break another glass?"

With all due respect, I'm just gonna fast forward the birthday party scene.

Wow, Trevor is sucking really hard as a boyfriend right now. Another common theme in these types of films, incidentally.

Oh, hi Judy Reyes.

You know, the "head swinging down" jumpscare really is good because it looks as if Holly is coming out because she had a change of heart and wants to apologize or help Rose. But no, it's just The Entity bitchslapping Rose's sanity again.

Thank god Joel saw the pattern too, or else she'd be completely alone. I mean, I do know how this ends, but at least she had someone on her side while it lasted.

The whole "passing on a curse and the victims all die within a week and the protagonist is trying to unravel the mystery before she succumbs to it too" thing also kind of reminds me of The Ring.

Wow, good thing that was a hallucination. The fact that she was pushed to that point is chilling though.

It's subtle, but in the cold open where Laura is on the floor, her mouth stays open for a pregnant moment when she stops screaming. That is a call-forward to the ending, since we finally saw what she saw. The entity was climbing into her mouth.

Obviously, the monster is representative of trauma. It spreads its influence by traumatizing new people, it is drawn to traumatized minds, and it grows stronger by tormenting its current target. But the fact that its manifestations and those under its possession smile is a whole second layer. It's not just trauma, it's suppressed trauma. The unnatural smile of pretending that everything is okay and bottling up your pain until it boils over, causes something terrible to happen, and harms someone else. Rose thought she could fight it by being alone, which was her downfall. Although, the film doesn't exactly provide an alternative to what Rose did (also very The Ring-ish). Which in turn means it's not really giving the audience an actual moral with its themes and subjects. I guess that could potentially be addressed in the sequel. I don't know anything about Smile 2, I only saw the trailer when I went to see Terrifier 3 last week. The entity targets a pop star? Sure, why not.

We also never learn what the entity, or as it's credited, The Monstrosity, is. Rose denied calling it a ghost for the sake of optics. Whatever it is, it is an intelligent being that is intentionally sadistic and can't be thwarted by simply finding a "loophole" to its "rules". There were some interesting crumbs of lore in the final confrontation about Rose's mind "making it real" and being "so inviting" to it.

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A Good Jew (written in 2023)

by Michele Sommerstein

Pt 1 Wednesday, Los Angeles, white supremacists same rhetoric spewing, lies antisemitic, oozing, while, Zionist Jews in Israel, play theft again, in Palestine, these, violence unjust

and I feel fucked up, unsure, walking this high wire, delicately balancing poorly stacked and trembling plates & china of various sizes pondering what is my place, my lane, my right, my responsibility in this As an activist, a person of Jewish ancestry, this history that I awkwardly dance with awkwardly

unsolicited two cents, as people tell me how I should be. If I am to be “a good Jew” (if I am not to cause harm) as if speaking out against the occupation, especially during attacks from anti-Semites - causes harm has me questioning if and how and when I should speak?

this identity, that I do not list in my bio, for it would somehow feel fake as if I somehow haven't earned enough points to declare it, and yet whip out strategically, like a card in my wallet, when it comes to politics for I know of it's value, of its weight & and at times privilege Dear Senator, I write to you as a Jewish constituent.

It's been decades but I remember going with my mother temple too warm, small child drowsy, rabbi speaking, drones on and on, slow near monotone, and I am, disconnected from the meaning, not understanding, attending out of some weird obligation expectation that somehow came with my birth, and why? forget that it was often in another language that I did not understand (nor yet appreciate) sometimes I'd drift off day dreaming, mid sermon, of those after service cookies served in the basement that never really felt worth it nor were they ever that good. and yet every Thursday night on repeat

I remember, small child, inquisitive, inquiring But if God is everywhere, why do we have to pray in temple? For I was told that good Jews go, that god favors those, who attend

but the women in the two back rows, always gossiping I said even if they're not even paying attention? Yes, even if someone prays in the forest sincerely, he is less favored? Yes and it didn't make sense

Don't ask so many questions. Why can't you be more like your peers? Who ask nothing (they are good) and although still a child, it all just felt like bullshit that Jewish was just this thing you go along with without really knowing why & so by 13 “I did my time” and got out. L'Chaim.

Pt 2 I recall, late teens, paternal, grandparent's Oldsmobile (boxy with no power steering), grandfather (typically passive) parked in the Jersey driveway when the Queen Matriarch (my grandmother) turns to me, asking if I was yet dating, and I was, but she said “Well, when you're serious, he'll be Jewish.” For years I'd always inquire “Why?” “It's tradition” without fail she replied “But why is it tradition?” but tradition, presented as infallible and was not to be questioned. (why must you ask so many questions)

until one day, 19 years, late teens, backseat. Oldsmobile, boxy with no power steering, in frustration “But why is it tradition?!” This expectation to follow without reason And she, rooted in Zionism & trauma (and the intersections of) said “OK, you're old enough to know…” Spoke of my duty as a “pure blooded” Jewish woman a what? To marry, to mate with a pure blooded Jewish man and your pure blooded – she said again – Jewish children will be part of a collective army, so when – not if but when the next Holocaust comes, this time, we will. be, ready… Stunned and silent but with the blaring awareness that pure blooded was a term that Hitler had used against us and what the fuck?

But at the time I dared not utter a word because she was the Queen Matriarch, and respect, an elder with a free pass And I dared not utter a word because the women in my family were raised to be subservient to the men, who were then underfoot to The Queen (this also never made sense) I dared not utter a word because we had led very different lives not that this justified what I was hearing but I, who never had to escape by night, by boat, as a child from Russia so what right did I have to speak my mind? To tell her how to deal with her trauma? (a word that was never used, but influenced most things in my family)

I remember at the party DJ playing Hava Nagila (mandatory but welcomed) and everyone danced, loose & drunk-like, floppy though sober but not my grandmother. She, who moved with intention and purpose. With pride like a form of protest. In ways I did not comprehend at 13, why so serious (for no one really talked about the past, and you knew not to ask questions) but in that moment, she danced for all the times in Russia, she and her family could not Their culture, their religion, their existence, persecuted to no end I wish I was told more as a child, so I too would not have taken it for granted.

Pt 3 I don't remember ever hearing the word Palestine in Hebrew School. Nor seeing it on the maps they had us color in as kids But as I got older, I learned of its existence,

And the actual history, the hypocrisy, falsely justified as if those who were oppressed, could never become the oppressors. As if our history justified it all – it does not.

I saw Zionists twist the term anti-Semite to mean anyone who criticized the occupation, even when valid watering down the meaning of the word

I saw a video of Palestinian people who could not even wave their own flag without persecution. and I could not help but to notice the similarities

I saw Zionism exploiting the trauma of the holocaust, perpetually jabbing the wound, insisting “you need this to keep you safe!” but always failing to do so.

And when I spoke up, making art and poetry that points this out. I was yelled at, all caps, put down told to not ask so many questions, that I am bad, a self hating Jew

but I am not & nor am I alone

I've marched with Jewish groups protesting conservative Zionists who had teamed up with white supremacists on the topic of Israel – and what?!

I've met Jewish activists in solidarity with Palestine, who cry out “not in my name” taking a stand because “If Not Now, When?” teaching the history of Jewish rebellion & good good trouble

I've seen protest signs carried that read: “Zionism is not Judaism” (because that needs to be said) I've seen temples, boldly religious but not as in controlling, oppressive - restricted as in joyous, inclusive, ask the questions! as in love, community, as in growth, as in connection, this that was healing this that I wish younger me could have seen because then I would have known there were other people like me because then I could have separated the wisdom from the trauma and acknowledged and learned from both and Jewish would've been in my bio along with Queer and Disabled and writer and nerd and activist all the things I declare with pride.

Monday, New York City, white supremacists same rhetoric, spewing, lies antisemitic oozing, while Zionist Jews in Israel, play theft again, in Palestine, may it be known & without apology - these, violence unjust