#but honestly i think they could rage against capitalism a lot harder

[the-ginger-is-loose-again]

Reading a book called "Jurassic Park and Philosophy" and this is my favorite line so far:

"Rather than taming the revolutionary urge to demand fairness and equality by the working class with numbing entertainment, the dinosaurs are tamed with electric fences. Once that mechanism for domination breaks down, there’s nothing to stop the exploited class from seizing power and taking control of what used to be the capitalist dream of Isla Nubar."

[heliads]

The Football Player (Part Two)

Based on this request: “Bucky is a football player and you are a fan of the team but you’re also really shy. Secretly Bucky also developed a crush on you. He sees you getting mocked by some idiots and he gets in between to stand up for you. Later then he asks you for a walk and he kisses you.”

part one / masterlist

To be honest, you’re not entirely sure that the last couple of days have actually happened. Bucky Barnes, star football player and receiver of about a thousand crushes from all of the girls at your college, asked you out? If you’d heard that a week ago, you would have laughed, but it’s real. All of it. 

Your friend was over the moon when you told her. She had grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away to some isolated corner of the campus so you could go over everything, detail by detail. Honestly, she might have a bigger lot in this date than you, and that’s saying something. You’re pretty sure that the high pitch of her excited scream upon hearing the news could shatter glass, or possibly just your eardrums.

Now, all you have left to do is plan out exactly what you’re going to wear and do on this date. You’d asked Bucky what you’d be doing, but he’d just winked and said that he had a plan. You’re not entirely sure what that means, but the excited grin tugging at his lips had convinced you that it was going to be absolutely perfect, just like him. Just like the idea that he loved you and you loved him, and everything was going to be alright.

In the end, you meet him in the late afternoon, just before the golden hour of dusk when everything takes on an additional shade of rose and mystery. Bucky had picked you up outside your dorm, driving you off campus to a spot he’d picked out earlier. You had your doubts beforehand, half convincing yourself that none of this was real and it would end up being a study date or something, but the look in his eyes when he saw you coming out was like none you’d ever seen before. Either he’s an amazing actor, or he’s truly head over heels for you. When he presents you with a hand-picked bouquet of flowers, you’re pretty sure it’s the latter.

Now you sit beside him in his car, watching him tap absentmindedly on the steering wheel as you wait for the red light to turn green. You feel like you have an entire storm of butterflies making themselves a home in your stomach, but you’re too excited to even think about turning back.

Eventually, Bucky comes to a stop in a parking lot that’s more gravel and sand than asphalt, helping you out and into the fading sunshine. A light breeze toys at your face as you look around you, recognizing the wind-washed slats of a nearby boardwalk. You turn to Bucky with a smile as he holds up a slightly battered notebook the size of a cell phone. “I’ve got it all planned out here. First, we walk around the shops, then we get ice cream at the place down the block, and then we can head down to the beach until it’s too dark to see anything.”

You can’t help but laugh, letting the sound ripple away from you, carried away by the breeze. “I’m impressed. You planned all of this out?” Bucky nods, tapping the notebook against his hands. “It’s Steve’s notebook, actually, but this was a very important occasion so I borrowed it.” You raise an eyebrow, unable to hide a grin. “You stole your friend’s notebook for the date?” Bucky loops an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the boardwalk. “I had to make sure everything was perfect. I’m sure he won’t notice.”

In the end, it turns out that the sacrifice of Steve’s notebook is indeed for a worthy cause- Bucky has planned out every detail, every shop. You find yourself laughing harder than you have in a long time, watching as the setting sun brings out copper highlights in Bucky’s hair and eyes that you never noticed before. He seems reluctant to let go of his touch on your arm, choosing instead to escort you around like a proper gentleman. You can’t find it in yourself to have a problem with this.

Later, when you feel like you must have walked miles up and down the time-worn wooden slats and poked your head inside every small antiques shop and brightly-postered tourist trap, Bucky points out the ice cream store at the very end. It’s such a walk from the entrance that not many visitors have taken the arduous journey down to its front stoop, but Bucky swears by it and so the two of you slip inside, smiling at the bright ring of the bell affixed to the door.

The chill of the air conditioning, albeit arriving only in irregular cycles, is a welcome balm and you enjoy the simple feeling of Bucky’s hand linked around yours as you peruse the menus taped to the walls before ordering. The two of you take seats outside underneath a striped awning, watching the other beachgoers play on the sands below. When he attempts to steal a bite of your ice cream, you fend him away with your spoon, imagining the defending swoops of plastic against plastic to be the clash of metal swords in an all too crucial duel. 

Once the sun has begun to slide beneath the horizon, you walk with him down to the beach, slipping off your shoes and holding them in your hand. The feeling of the cool waves against your feet soothes the dim heat of the sand, and you let the night breeze cool your temples. Bucky picks you up, twirling you around in the air before kissing you. You can taste the salt air on every breath, and you can’t help but hope that this night will never end.

Eventually, however, the sky darkens from rose to indigo to inky black, and stars begin to spangle themselves across the horizons. You hold out for as long as you can, but eventually one well-cursed yawn tears itself from your lungs and Bucky holds out his arms, ready to take you home. You lean against him as you walk, letting your head slump against his shoulder. You feel him press a kiss to your head, and curl into him a little more.

You’re only a few feet from the parking lot when things take a turn for the worst. Perhaps the universe sensed that things were going too well for you tonight, and wanted to balance out the scales. Regardless, when you see the silhouettes of a few rival football players emerge from the shadows of the closed-down shops, you can’t help but know that this won’t end well.

You go to Mid-Capital University, home of the Avengers, and if there’s one thing you know it’s that the MCU football team has a long and lasting rivalry with Pierce University, home of the Hydras. Most colleges have rivals, that much is true, but there’s nothing like this one. You’ve heard stories of the Hydras crossing fans of your school and giving them trouble, or breaking into the MCU locker rooms to steal gear and damage property. Judging by the look in the eyes of the Hydras in front of you, they both recognize Bucky as a star player on the team they hate and are eager for retribution for their latest loss.

Bucky recognizes them too, and you feel him stiffen beside you. His arm gently unlaces itself from yours, guiding you to stand slightly behind him. He speaks to the football players, making sure to keep his voice light. “Hey, boys. Mind if we pass through?” The leader of the pack, Brock Rumlow, steps forward. “Afraid not, Barnes. We’ve got unfinished business.”

Bucky tilts his head to the side, brow furrowing. “We don’t want trouble, not tonight. Let us through.” Brock folds his arms across his chest. “What, you don't want to get into a fight in front of your girl? Too bad, Barnes. We’ve been waiting for this for a while.” Bucky turns to face you, jaw already set. “Get to the car, now. I’ll be right behind you.” You don’t hesitate, taking in the determined look in his eyes as the rival football players draw ever closer, and dodge around the Hydras to get back to the parking lot. They let you go, but they do eye you in a way that makes you pull your arms closer around yourself.

Once you make it back to the parking lot and stand anxiously by the car, you find that you don’t know what to do. There were only a couple of them, and Bucky’s stronger than them by far, but the odds are definitely against him. You don’t think any of Bucky’s friends on the MCU football team would arrive in time to help him, and Bucky specifically told you to get to safety, so you can’t involve yourself. Besides, you dressed for a cute date, not a fight. You’re not sure your shoes would support you against football players whose biceps are the size of your head.

This being said, you hate the idea of just standing here and waiting to see what happens, so you pick your way back through the line of cars to see what’s going on. From the first glance, it looks bad. Bucky’s managing to hold his own, but there’s only so much you can do when the fight is three to one. As you watch, one of them brings his leg down hard on Bucky’s left arm. Even from here, you can see that the impact is brutal, and hear the groan of pain echo across the empty boardwalk.

You must have made some sort of sound, maybe a gasp of horror, because Bucky’s eyes fly to you. They linger on you for a second, and then a new wave of determination floods through them, and he stands back up again to take on the football players once more. As you draw closer, you almost trip on a large rock next to your foot. A sudden idea enters your head, and you pick it up, tossing it once or twice in your palm before launching it at one of the football players. It hits his hand hard, and you can hear the impact of stone against bone even from where you stand. 

The Hydra grimaces in pain, turning towards you in a mixture of rage and surprise. Bucky takes advantage of his sudden distraction to hit him one last time. The Hydras look at each other, taking in the bruises and weakened arms already lacing their features, and without another word, take off into the night. The second they’re gone, you run over to Bucky, eyes flying to the way he hugs his left arm as if it’s been seriously hurt.

Bucky just laughs, the sound echoing off into the night and rattling off of the closed shops. “You have good aim, doll. Maybe you should try out for the team too.” You smile at that, although you can’t shake the worry knotting in your gut. “What about your arm? What if it’s really hurt and you can’t play?” Bucky considers it, moving it stiffly back and forth, then shakes his head. “I think it’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me, Y/N, I’m more worried about you. All my planning for a perfect date and you had to see that.”

You scoff, surprising yourself. “I’m not a delicate daisy, I can see a fight and move on. I wasn’t the one who had to fight off three guys at once.” Bucky manages a grin, brimming over in a mixture of surprise and pride. “Maybe so. I’m not intending on doing it again any time soon, though.” You tilt your head to the side. “I’d hope not.”

The two of you end up driving home, and you let Bucky into your dorm through the empty hallways so you can see to his arm. It ends up being fine, just requiring a few bandages to keep it in place so it can heal properly. The mixture of gray doctor’s tape and bandages reflects off the light, making it look like it’s almost made of metal. You look up at him, worried. “Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”

Bucky smiles, gently touching the side of your face with his good arm. “I’m sure of it. I’ve got you to look after me, don’t I?” You let yourself smile at that. “You do indeed.” Maybe it’ll hurt him a little longer, maybe it won’t. You intend to stay by his side to see it through.

marvel tag list: @mycosmicparadise​

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//the fugitive. kuroo tetsurou//

Request:  Not really?? But spawned from @janellion​ and I obsessing over royal kuroo like three weeks ago, so uhhh requested by me?? Peep the new TRT series ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7K

Notes: i have come to the awful realization that i have ruined any and all of my dating expectations by writing so much fanfiction.

Everything about his current situation was far from ideal.  The heavy downpour as the sky let loose all of its unshed tears flattened his hair against his forehead, his jacket with all of the intricate embroidery jacket and the silver crown that had adorned his raven hair had long since been cast away to better disguise the fleeing prince.  It had been long expected, but a storm had unleashed itself upon the castle, bringing the day of impending doom upon them sooner rather than later.  The people of the kingdom have finally had enough of the tyranny, of the constant feuds, the never ending debts and taxes and now, filled with rage, they had made their way to the castle, hungry for blood and refusing to yield until the king’s head was on a stake.  

His feet sloshed through the puddles, soaking his socks as the rain continued to pour down all around him.  The young prince only stopped long enough to catch his breath under the shelter of a tree before he was once again running through the night in the darkness of the woods.  The last few moments he had with his family kept echoing in his head, eyes pricking with tears to match those of the clouds above him.

“My son, leave before they kill you too.  Get out of the kingdom, please.”

“But, father-”

“Tetsurou, please.  This is my final request.  Head south until you reach Effingfil River.  Once you get to the otherside, you’ll be safe.  Quick!  Make haste and don’t ever look back.”

Who was he to deny his father’s final wish before his end?  He had set out into the night, a dark cloak adorning his figure to shield his identity.  Although he knew better, Kuroo carried his silver circlet in his hands, a final memento of his royal life.  If worse came to worst, it would fetch a good price at the market, enough to make ends meet until he could find some sort of safe haven in the neighboring kingdom.  

But, the cloak, the crown, and every other royal thing about him had been tossed into a stream that had carried the articles away.  There was no time to be sentimental when you were running for your life.  Even so, now he secretly wished he had kept the woolen cloak.  The icy rain had soaked through his clothes, chilling him to the bone as a steady wind picked up, pelting the droplets harder against him.  His entire body shook in a mixture of cold and fear.  Never in his life did he expect to wander through the woods all alone; hungry, freezing, tears mixing with the rain as the water ran down his cheeks.  

Kuroo had no idea how close he was to the border.  Honestly, he wasn’t even sure that he was going the right way anymore.  He couldn’t see the stars through the thick branches above him and in the off chance that there was a break, the dark storm clouds hid his only compass from view.  He did know one thing, though.

He knew the flicker of candlelight in a window in the dead of night.  People.  Someone.  A broken sob of relief fell from his lips as he picked up his pace all over again.  If they turned him in, so be it.  He just wanted to be away from this nightmare, even if only for a moment.  

Your life has always been relatively quiet.  A small cabin on the edge of the woods didn’t boast many visitors, so the sudden pounding on your door that pulled you from your embroidery had made your entire body jolt in shock.  Setting your needle and thread to the side, you took up your candle, only for the steady knock on your door to come again.  “I’m coming.  Hold on!”

You had been expecting a lot of things, really.  Royal tax collectors coming to steal more money from you, the merchant from the other kingdom who smuggled the better quality threads from the other side of the border in the dead of night, maybe even a witch who had come to cast a vicious spell on you.  A dashing young man barely older than yourself, eyes tinged red with sorrow, clothes muddied from trekking through the rain, a hand clutching his chest as if to hold onto his aching heart, however, was nowhere on your list of expectations.  Before you could even stop yourself, you were ushering him inside without a word being passed between the two of you.  A second and a third log were added to the fire, the temperature in your small home quickly rising as you tended to the flames.  The strange boy at your door stood stiffly in the middle of your living room, the orange blaze casting dancing shadows across his features, amber eyes seemingly glowing in the low light.  

“Sit, please.  Let me see if I have anything for you to put on, so you don’t have to sit there in soaked clothes,” you say, pulling up a chair for him to be able to rest his weary feet, but when he took a seat, rather than sinking, taking pleasure in the opportunity to finally relax, even if it was only for the night, he sat with his back straight, slender hands folded elegantly in his lap.  Every so often he would reach towards the fire to warm his chilled fingers, but they were quickly returned to his lap as if he had done something incredibly inappropriate.  The soft rustle of your nightgown as you padded across the wooden floors shifted his attention away from the fire and over to you and the set of clothes that you held in your hands.

“I hope these fit you.  They belonged to my brother before he passed in the war, so feel free to keep them.  I have no use for them,” you say.

Kuroo gingerly takes the clothes from you, trying to hide the look of distaste on his face at the feeling of the material.  It was cheap and stiff, nothing like he was used to, but they were dry and that’s what was more important.  “May I ask for your name?”  He asks, peeling his shirt from his body to replace it with the one you had given him.

“Y/N, sir.  And who might you be and what in God’s name are you doing out in the woods at this hour?  There’s all sorts of animals out there that don’t take kindly to people in their territory.  You should consider yourself lucky.”

His eyes shifted to the window, peering through the night as if to check that there was no one who had seen him during his escape.  “I- I really don’t think I should tell you that.  At least, not yet.  My apologies if that seems rude, but, you see, I’m in a bit of trouble, and well, I don’t exactly know who to trust right now.”

You nod simply and give a short chortle.  “What’d you do?  Commit tax evasion?  Lord knows the king would have your head if that ever happened.  The man is greedier than anyone I’ve ever met.  You would think that he has enough money coming in, honestly.  With the amount of citizens that he hounds for his outrageous taxes, you’d think he wouldn’t need to raise them again, but he has to pay for his wars somehow, I suppose.  Sending innocent men off to die isn’t cheap, that’s for sure.”

You were so busy carrying on with your train of thought that you hadn’t noticed the way Kuroo’s body suddenly stilled as you continued to discuss his father so freely.  Annoyance and bitterness dripped from every syllable as you spoke.  The Kuroo family hadn’t been popular in the eyes of the people for many generations.  They thrived off of starting unnecessary conflicts that would drag on for years.  Even now, there were troops sitting off the shore of a small kingdom, blocking their trade routes, suffocating them slowly as they had been for the past seven years.

“I’m afraid that the monarchy has likely died today,” he says shortly, rolling up his pant legs.  They had obviously been made for someone much shorter than himself as the ends rested just below the middle of his calves.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m from the capital city.  Some of the citizens staged a coup.  Before I left, I heard them say that they wished the king and his whole family dead.  I don’t know what will be left of them by tomorrow.”

“Well, then let’s hope that this will finally turn things around in this country.  It’s difficult to make a living and pay a ridiculous amount of taxes when you’re out here by yourself.  My customers have been sparse since the recent increase.  They can’t afford to mend their clothes, but I can’t afford to live without their business.  Thankfully, with the border as close as it is, I get some business from the other kingdom, but it can also be a pain.  The hassle of trying to make the trip across the river isn’t worth it for most.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up slightly at the mention of a river.  “Which river is it?”

“Effingfil.  Why?”

“How close am I to the border?”

“Only a few miles, sir.  Is everything alright?  You seem a bit frantic.”

“I need to get out of the country.  Please, will you help me?”

“Sir, right now you need to rest.  You’re lucky that you didn’t get hypothermia or something like that out in the rain.”

“Then tomorrow?  First thing in the morning.  Will you take me to the border?”

“Why are you so keen on leaving, may I ask?”

“Because if I don’t, they’ll kill me too.  Please, I’m not ready to die,” he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice.  And in another odd twist of things you weren’t expecting, the stranger who had stumbled across your house in the darkness clutched onto your clothes as he hid his face against your shoulder.  You could feel his body shaking against your form as you took him into your arms, soothing circles being rubbed against his lower back, the silence only being broken by his choked sobs and the gentle crackling of the fire.

[ladyemberswrites]

“I had nothing left to lose”

                                             Lotura One-Shot fic

[Summary: Lotor and Allura have a discussion about her relationship with the former blue paladin.]

!WARning! Brief mention of Suicide just in case!

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A/N: Basically, Allura and Lotor did not die in season 8 instead were transported to another galaxy entirely, though they have no idea where they are exactly-in another galaxy or simply an alternate universe-the point remains the same they're lost, yet honestly, neither of them have any desire to return home if they can even call home-home anymore. So, they simply wander from place to place taking on odd jobs learning their way around.

I kind of wrote this in response to the whole "Lotor and Allura died and went to Altean heaven became space gods and finally found happiness". This might be an unpopular opinion but I really don't like the headcanon because I don't like the implication that Allura and Lotor had to suffer, be brutalized then die in order to achieve any kind of peace or happiness.

So, I finally wrote this-I wanted them to find happiness in living, not dying.

So, anyways this was also inspired by the SAGA series, if your interested give it a read, it's really good, but be warned there's a lot of triggering stuff in it, it's violent and it's gory and full of tragedy, but it's good. but, if that stuff bothers you don't read it.

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Lotor felt as though he was standing on shaky ground, then again he always was. Caution and wariness were essentially built in his very blood, his very bones. But, the mention of the former blue paladin rose questions he did not know if he wanted answered, yet he proceeded to anyways.

"Did you love him?"

"Huh?" She turns to him with furrowed brows.

"The blue paladin." He restates "Did you love him?" a look that he could not decipher crosses her face, her previous smile, as small as it was, crumbles into a tight frown and she looks away.

For Allura, she feels her lungs constrict and her stomach sway, though she's not sure if it's because of the mention of him or because of her swelling womb. Her attention instead focuses on the crowds below them, she watched the world shift around her all so foreign yet so similar in many ways. She wanted to pretend that Lotor hadn't asked her anything, but she can't hide from the ugly truth.

He's light years, probably realities away from her, eons between them, yet she found the space comforting, she felt relieved.

No more fake smiles, fake sentiments. Day in and day out he'd ask her the same question "Allura, are you happy?" Repeatedly, droning on like a broken record she replied yes every time on the dot. No hesitation, no pause yet each day it became harder and harder to say.

She never knew why he asked all the time, she pondered, but never asked because she dreaded the answer. Reassurance? Insecurity? Perhaps, those are the ones that come to mind anyway.

Afterwards, he'd smile and carry on-never once noticing the darkening of her face, or the ugly twist of her lips. Or the knife that dug its way into her chest every moment of intimacy between them carried on. It was a lot like drowning when his hard, pulsing lips shove themselves against hers awkwardly, dryly; she was sinking and sinking, her lungs crying, begging for air, but denied the simple pleasure of oxygen.

 "No." She cradles her stomach "I don't think I did."

"Then why?"

Allura's gaze flickers to the stars up ahead then they fall back to him; she expected anger but all she saw was a curious stare. With that, she noticed again the facial hair sprouting from his chin. And couldn't help but reach out and touch, his smooth, thick skin was scratchy under the pads of her fingers and it fascinated her with childish glee.

"Allura…" neither a statement nor a call to question, just a simple utterance of her name as she ran her fingers along his jaw to avoid his line of sight.

"Because I had nothing left to lose." And there that ugly truth. One that on Earth she refused to face, refused to acknowledge in the pursuit of trying to remain sane in the midst of entropy.

She peeks to see what expression he's making only to find his countenance blank and impassive. Something crossed his mind, whatever it was she had no idea; he was hard to read like this seemingly cold and far away.

Lotor did not what to think of that; I went to him because I had nothing left to lose. How depreciating. Depressing, in its own right, but he knew the feeling all too well. What point is there when all you have to your name is nothing? He transversed that plane many of times more than cared to in his exhaustingly, long lifetime.

Yet, it begged another question, another that he feared to ask-what it was like for her on Earth for all those months.

Lost.

Loney.

Confused.

Trapped.

Isolated.

The capital was no different. Extravagant, opulent, massive, a testament to his father's arrogance. But for him an elaborate prison.

Was that what Earth was for you, Allura? A pretty, little prison?

Allura hardly spoke of her time on Earth, she did not speak of the paladins either nor the paladin of blue despite being her lover for that short period of time and debated on whether or not she was also too his prisoner in some sense of the word.

It was an assumption, but he knew his Allura and knew the looks that played out on her face when Earth was brought up like the back of his hand.

He had seen those same expressions in his own.

"Are you mad?"

He blinked "Pardon?" Tilting his head downwards to her.

"Are you made about-"

"No" he shakes his head, he feels a braid fall over his shoulder "never." He was, of course, livid but not with her. Never at her, sometimes at her, but he saw no point in clinging to it; his father was consumed by it, the hellfire and brimstone of his rage is what he built his grave out of. Lotor had no desire to repeat such a fate.

He wants nothing more than the past to just die. Die and be ash as it should; unmourned and unremembered, lost to the sands of time. He's had enough of legacies and trinkets of bygone eras, enough being a slave to the mistakes of his blood father's.

Allura eyes him delicately, trying to pick him apart for any untruths in his words but she gives when she finds none and her hands return to her belly.

"I thought I could make myself love him…." She continues without prompting.

"And you couldn't."

"It was...hard" her eyes squeezed shut for a brief moment "almost unbearable at times, but at the time I was doing us a favor. I thought I was-" she paused and opened her gaze to look upon the bustling crowds once more. He can hear the cheers of drunken singing down a corridor "I don't think I knew what I was doing" she murmurs, sighing. A flicker of frustration crawls into her face before it relaxes "oh!" Her body jerks.

"What is it?"

"The baby kicked again" he's quick to reach over.

"Where?"

"Here." She guides his hand and waits, for a second he thought he had missed another opportunity until he felt something light press against the open flesh of his palm.

"There! There!" She chirps excitedly and Lotor did not know what face to make as he felt what he's assuming is a tiny foot kicking him adamantly.

"Lotor?"

"Forgive me" overwhelmed he simply presses his forehead against his mate's temple savoring the warmth of her skin against his "this is all too new to me"

"Yeah," she says leaning into his touch "I suppose we're in that boat together." Allura staved off her quiet fears about the pain of labor and birthing, one that's been playing circle around her mind since she learned of her pregnancy, not wanting to ruin their peaceful evening.

[ardenttheories]

hm, i was looking for rage (specifically a seer), blood (knight), and maybe life (prince). realized/before they realize, maybe. my friend said it was important, so id want to clarify the prince of life is vvvvery angry and insecure haha

A Seer of Rage is someone who can See Doubt, Negativity, Anger, and Stubborness. 

Rage is a pretty abstract thing, and that can make understanding the equally abstract Seer Class really difficult. 

As a general rule of thumb, though, Seers of Rage can look into people. They can See their Doubts, their Fears, the worst aspects of who they are. They can See what Angers people - what already Angers them - and they can See what incites that roaring Rage. 

Seers are strategists, and that means that Seers of Rage can use a person’s Doubts and Fears to incite them. If a Player is lacking, or if they’re not pulling their weight, the Seer of Rage can use that negative emotion to give them strength; think anyone who does anything out of Spite. The Seer would be the person saying, “oh, you haven’t Godtiered yet? Well, [person Player doesn’t like] has already Godtiered, and they’re super powerful!”, knowing that this would be what makes that Player take the risk associated with Godtiering - or even just knowing that that’s what it takes for the Player to get over their Fear of death. 

They could also use Fear as a powerful motivator. They wouldn’t be against holding something against other Players if it got them moving - such as playing on a fear of abandoment, or of being worthless. They could also use a person’s stubborness for the complete opposite reason; taking into account that a Player straight up won’t do something to make sure an event doesn’t happen.

There’s not much they can see in the way of Timelines, but they can see how Players will react (mostly negatively) to various situations. They can then guide Players to these outcomes or away from them, depending on what is best. 

It’s much, much more personal than you’d expect from a Seer, and it does tend to mean that they’re less useful on the battlefield than some may like. There’s no flashy use of powers here; there’s just a carefully spoken word to spur an ally into action, or a furious war cry to terrify enemies into submission - based entirely on what they See will work best.

Seers also tend to invert their Aspect at first, until a tutor comes along. Think how Rose seems to like a lot of Voidy things, and doesn’t really have a firm grasp of Light until Doc Scratch shows her the way. 

Your Seer of Rage would likely be bubbly and happy, someone filled with Hope, until they get to that point of needing a tutor. They have no idea how Rage works - until, bit by bit, they work it out until it becomes as natural to them as breathing. 

Their tutor, thus, would be someone who understands Rage perfectly. It might not even be a direct tutor, but rather someone who just inspires the Seer - acting as an example they can work from. A really stubborn bastard of a Player would work well for this. 

When Realised, the Seer of Rage would embody Rage more. They would become firmer, stronger in their convictions, more in control of their own Fears and Anger. They could easily manipulate entire battlefields with a single word, and they could easily stop even the most Stubborn Player dead in their tracks. Again, they won’t ever really appear out in the fray - but they will be there to encourage their allies the entire way, and they’ll stand in the middle of it all, yelling out attrocities to terrify enemies and enrage other Players. 

Note: in my theories, Seers are the Active Class. They need to learn to take action, to use what they See and surge forward rather than just rely on other people doing everything. They have a powerful role; they need to actually step up into it. 

A Knight of Blood is someone who Protects/Protects with Bonds, Connections, and Responsibilities.

Knights are an Exploit Class, but it’s important to distinguish that they to so to Protect things - be that the Aspect itself, or to protect people with their Aspect.

Knights tend to hide behind a front of some sort, something that obscures the insecurities they feel. They tend to think that they’re not good at their Aspect, or that they don’t understand it at all, when in truth it’s as natural to them as breathing. Their front always shows them to be confident and brave - and that’s why Knights of Blood tend to position themselves as leaders (the defender of all Bonds).

They actually fear the group falling apart more than anything. They can see how fragile the Bonds around them are, and that tends to scare them. They can tell, just from a glance, that something isn’t going to last, that someone isn’t pulling their weight - and the Knight of Blood’s response is to make it their goal to bring everyone together.

They might not do it intentionally - or if they do, they don’t do it the way they expect. Karkat wasn’t some great leader that rallied people beneath him, but he was a good friend that people listened to and sought advice from when they needed it. That’s the power of a Knight of Blood. 

The thing is, they’re exceptionally good at exploiting the Bonds around them. So, a Knight of Blood can take one look at two people and think, “if I tell X that Y is in danger from these enemies, X will start to pull their weight in the fight!”, or “Z and A aren’t getting along. Their biggest issue is that they both have feelings for B - so if I can figure out a way to get them to look away from B, I can make them better team players.” 

They’re Responsible people at heart, and are the rock of the group. People can just Depend on them, and they’ll never fail to live up to that expectation - but they also have to understand that they don’t need to shoulder the burden. 

Knights can get it into their head that they have to be the Hero, and someone like a Knight of Blood can go further to think they have to be the Leader. They assume every Responsibility has to be their own. They need to learn to take a step back, to delegate, and to accept that they are good at what they do; that they don’t need to try harder when they’re already doing their best. 

To become Realised, Knights of Blood need to know when to take a step back and let the mask down. They have to accept that they are good enough, that what they’re doing works, and become confident in their abilities. Your Knight would have to look around at some point, see how strong the Bonds are around them, see how well everyone’s Responsibilities are handled, and say, “I did this. I made it work”. 

They have to understand, more than anything, that they don’t need to be the Hero or Leader. That they can just… be a person. This is the Knight of Blood’s greatest struggle; getting rid of that title and existing within the Bonds they’ve created. It’s their reward, and they deserve to take it. 

The Prince of Life is someone who Destroys Wealth, Growth, Life, and Wealth. 

Princes of Life don’t want things to change. They hate the idea of something flexible that can move from state to state; why go any further when everything is fine right where it is? 

Your Prince, specifically, would have a very negative mindset. Always finding the flaw in things, pointing out Inevitabilities or striking people where it hurts so that they struggle to Grow. They’re stubborn to the last, and ultimately refuse to see how letting things change could possibly be a good thing.

They are vain and impulsive. They’re pretty nasty people, always getting one up on others and grinding them down so that their progress - both as people and in general - becomes stunted. They follow strict rules (often created by themselves) that regulate how everything they do works - and they’re firm in the belief that everyone around them should follow suit. This naturally stems from fear.

They fear the unknown, the future, and things they can’t see. They know that something is Inevitable, so why bother trying to do more? Why move to a better place when the chances are that nothing will happen from it? 

No. The rules must be followed. They must be obeyed. They’re doing it for the good of everyone else, because everything is fine right where it is, thank you very much. Even if no-one else can see that. 

Naturally, in destroying Life, they can… also be extremely good hunters. They might not have a complete understanding of Life, just as a general rule. Kinda like how Dirk doesn’t ever fully understand Heart the way Nepeta does; the Prince of Life would see nothing wrong with necessary killing, and would be comfortable with the slow decay of things. In fact, they expect them. 

On top of this, they tend to destroy wealth and luxury with rules on what can and can’t be done. If you can imagine that a Life Player usually leans towards capitalism, the Prince of Life would lean more towards dictatorship. There can be no gathering of wealth, and nobody can improve upon where they already are. Everything is done based on necessity. The Prince of Life wouldn’t let you get a new xBox, for instance, if the other was still working - it’d just be a waste of money. 

They are domineering and large. You can’t argue with the Prince of Life - mostly because it could end your life, as your subversive behaviour would sway their control, and that’s just not acceptable - and honestly, it’s a lot easier just to fall into their fold, for better or for worse.

To become Realised, Princes of Life have to just… chill the fuck out? They have to come to accept that outright brutal destruction isn’t the right way; that some things have to Grow, that some Rules have to be broken. 

They need to recognise when change is good, and when Life needs to be allowed to flourish. In this way, they’ll be able to recognise when Life is bad - when it goes too far, when it makes people too ambitious, when people get too greedy, when they try to break the wrong rules. This is the Life they know to Destroy, and they’ll make things a lot better by destroying it. 

In other words, they need to understand that Dave’s character development is good, and that trying to keep him the way he is - as a coolkid who struggles to understand his own sense of Self - isn’t a good thing. On the same coin, they need to understand that Jane’s character development is bad - that she can’t become a dictator like that, and needs to be knocked down a step. One Growth is good; the other is bad. 

Note: In my theories, Knights are intrinsically connected to the Prince. So I’ll be going over that now. 

I’m assuming this is for the same session? So your Knight of Blood will likely form their facade based on something that’s related to your Prince of Life - something that the Prince represents. 

This most easily would be Rules and Regulations. Your Knight believes that they HAVE to act or think in this specific way because it’s been ingrained in them since birth, that there’s a specific role they have to take and specific Responsibilites that are theirs to shoulder. This means that your Knight never grows, never develops - that they stagnate in place because they’re so desperately trying to keep things the way they are. 

Your Prince, seeing your Knight’s struggles, would realise that sometimes Growth is good and Regulations are bad. That the pressure these Rules put on the Knight is making them unhappy, and that they’re failing to become their best self because of it. 

Being able to see it on such a personal level is what helps the Prince come to terms with their destruction - especially when you consider that your Prince’s actions probably have a huge effect on what the Knight is trying to do. 

If people can’t grow, it’ll be harder for your Knight to work with them; they’ll have to do even more to try and help everyone get over the same arguments, the same mistakes. They’ll go through the same motions over and over. It’ll get tiring for the Knight. The burden will start to make them crack. 

So, it’s a bit late, but I hope that analysis helps! Not sure if that’s everything you needed, but I tried to keep it as relatively simple as I could. I still ended up writing more than I meant to. Oops?

[hunterinabrowncoat]

Do you ever just feel so utterly hopeless and defeated looking around at the world? Like... there are lots of parts of life that I love, don’t get me wrong. But with so many things it just feels like we’re a handful of people trying to stand up against a global system of apathy and evil and I just feel so defeated...?

Like... our climate is changing. We are literally killing our planet. Permafrost is melting. Not to sound tin-hatter or anything, but the apocalypse is literally nigh, and most people still don’t give a shit. And it’s like, yeah I could make radical changes to my life and become vegan and stop buying plastic and invest in renewable energy but... that takes far more effort and time and money than I have??

And I want to believe that people are pretty good. But there are actual literal fascists sitting in seats of power, and hoards of mindless idiotic twats with zero critical thinking skills who put them there. I’ve spent most of my life assuming the general populous has a much higher level of critical reasoning skills than they actually do. And it’s honestly been utterly devastating to discover the extent of apathy and literal mindlessness that describes the majority of the population. Not only do a lot of people not care, most people really are that fucking stupid.

And white supremacist capitalism and it’s abhorrent violence against the poor, the disabled, people of colour and the most vulnerable in society rages on, continually taking thousands of lives, while most of its survivors continue to mindlessly support a system that keeps the corrupt and downright evil rich twats in power, and everyone else struggling to get by.

The world is about to get a whole lot harder, with Trump’s presidency continuing, Brexit about to start, and all that shit still going on, and apparently nobody being able to learn from history at all...

It’s not that I want to die, because I don’t. I just want the world to be better. But it feels like an utterly futile battle against a worldwide system of corruption and greed and shittiness, that is so insidious it’s in literally every part of our society. Because everything that I love about the world... genuine human compassion and socialism in action, nature, and a search for knowledge, are all being eroded away, piece by piece, by this tirade of shittiness the world has to offer.

And to be aware of it, to care an ounce about any of it just hurts so much and is just so fucking exhausting....?

[goodrush]

day 31

Hi friends. People have been giving me shit about my posting decline, and ugh I am sorry but I get tired at night!! I will try harder to be better :(

But I can tell you about many days today! Friday was pretty good. Liam and I got to talk about those companies he asked about. talking to my mentor was really great (and she was on time)! We went to this uber cute Italian place and I got some cheeses, and did a Barry’s class beforehand because I got out of work relatively early! So two Barry’s days in a row and they were both super intense. Even though I ate cheeses and bread that night, I woke up the next morning looking tight af!!! My tummy like was super flat and you could almost see abs. I was truly in shock.

Couldn’t really waste my time checking my self out though, bc boy did I have a wild time on the TRAIN trying to meet this BB banker. I facetimed w E beforehand, which was nice. But trains only leave my town on the weekends every like 2 hours, so I could only get on a 2:08 for a 3pm meeting, which SHOULD have been reasonable. But even though my mom said I would be taken, when I needed to leave, no one was home ??? So my dad had to race back home and get me to the station. Even though he rolled up to the house at literally 2:05, I somehow made it. Then I ran through the transfer station and made an earlier train to NYC than the scheduled transfer. But as SOON as I texted E saying “I’ve had relatively good luck with trains so far, let’s hope it lasts”, my train STOPS on the tracks for 20 minutes. I knew I was gonna be late at this point, so I emailed my guy and he seemed understanding but tbh who really knows. But that’s not ALL. I got to New York and got on the AC subway, as Google maps told me to, but when I got to west 4th, they told me they fucking wouldn’t be servicing spring, canal, or chambers, and I needed to get off and get on an E!!!! So I got off and waited for an E, which finally arrived, but it SKIPPED CHAMBERS AND WENT STRAIGHT TO THE WTC. I was actually embroiled with pure rage and sweat, and had to run back up to the agreed upon coffee shop.

I, a frizzy haired, sweaty, red faced agitated mess, greeted my networker in a daze and sat down. He asked me if I needed water, which I got, and after that the conversation seemed okay. Lasted a healthy 50 minutes, and he said he genuinely wouldn’t hold it against me for being late. So that was good I thought. After we parted ways, I simmered in a juice press with a comfort smoothie and then went to target across the street. I picked out a couple seemingly cute things, and headed downstairs to a dressing room. There were two. Two dressing rooms. And one was closed. And the other one had a line and a woman was in there for over 20 minutes!!!! After we banged on the door and security kicked her out, out she wheels “over 500$ worth of merchandise, guess you don’t want me to buy it then! And I’m so sorry you guys, there’s only one open room, what are you gonna do?” What a late stage capitalism bitch. Disgusting.

Then they found a used pad on the floor of the room, which they picked up, and then the room was ready for use! One top was cute so I bought it. Go me.

Then I walked up to have dinner with T after many reschedulings. But it was fun; she’s so adorable and so fun to talk to. I really hope we remain friends. We talked about work, boys, some crazy friends, uchicago, family, and the future. All good vibes. Our dinner was yummy Korean food, and we hung out for like over four hours! Walked around the WTC too and then she caught a train. What a doll, I honestly love her!

So then I went home, and I felt bad that I was in the city and didnt work out. I should’ve gone in earlier and taken a class at like 1 or something, but I got lazy. I wish I had more discipline :/

So Sunday though was relatively speaking way more chill. I got up at 10:30ish and went practice driving with my dad to Mont, and it was mostly fine except i missed an exit and kinda got rattled and parked badly in front of my house as a result. But I didn’t die! When I headed to Mont to meet @autonoesis for real, it went much better, and I parked great. He brought his friend Erin, which was really fun; she’s super cool. We ate at this SUPER yummy middle eastern brunch place (Joe’s idea!); I got the shakshuka, which was heavenly. After, we went shopping in the cute area, and I got some posters (one of fruits and vegetables), a few books as gifts, and a handmade facial scrub. You can imagine just how bougie this place was but i thrive on it.

Then we parted ways and I drove home, and then M surprise texted me and came over for a bit to chill. We talked about his ex, my ex, our lives, and his race he had that day which he did really well in! I would’ve done it if he’d asked lol. I may have convinced him to see John Mulaney. That shit would be worth it. And he invited me to go to the beach on Sunday… in his Jeep, which I think of as like the beachiest vehicle. I hope he takes the top off the car, or maaaaybe the half doors (?) but that still kinda freaks me out. Then it would be the MOST summery. But if I’m going to the beach, gotta work my butt off (more like my tummy off and my butt on) this week to show off a cute bod. Another motivator is E coming to see me next tuesday (and flying home Sunday)! But the biggest motivator is ME. Gotta keep myself going.

Today I went to work again, which was fine. I made some progress on the two pager, and got a new ballz high score lmao. I think I’m talking on the phone with a trader tomorrow, but he hasn’t emailed back to confirm, so we’ll see. Phone convos always freak me out a bit, so hopefully this one will go well. My lunch salad today was overdressed AGAIN! Definitely getting dressing on the side next time. Then I left at around 6ish for my 6:50 Barry’s class. It was HARD! I think it might be because I didn’t work out on sat or sun, and also the first round was just brutal (20 minutes of floor, THEN 20 minutes of treadmill with incline). But I did order a fuel bar shake. Protein powder tastes weird. And today I got another special treat: my dad came into the city for an unrelated reason and drove me home! So I got back really early.

Tonight at midnight I’m fting my old camp friend from the U.K., so hopefully that goes well/normally. It’s super coincidental that he reached out to me first. We maintain like a 25% friendship, which is enough for me. I’ve also been talking to @gossipmelons a lot more and she’s having a weird time, but I’m tryna support her from across the globe. Sigh just tryna live and all. I’m gonna reach out to this sorority sister and my childhood camp friend’s (a diff one) brother, who we like have a weird friendship with as a family. So hopefully that stuff works out. I’m just trying to chill tonight. Hopefully I get my workout mojo back and my academic/career power.