#but i'm so sick of seeing avoidant people get treated like they're making up a problem out of thin air

[starryeyedseeker]

Honestly my heart goes out to those people who can't bring themselves to do their school/work tasks because they're crushed by how intimidating it all feels. Or those who do their best but can't shake off that terror as they're doing it. Or those who kinda come close to ruining their professional lives because their inner fictional world is much more comforting than the real one, but still do their best to not let everything fall apart.

Like you know you've got tons to do. You know your success - heck, maybe your livelihood- is hinging on it. But you just can't. Everything is so intimidating and you're trying to get yourself to move, but your fictional world will comfort you and tell you that you're awesome, while the real will punch you down and it's up to you to stay afloat because if you drown, it sure as hell won't help you.

A lot of the way we've structured this world is scary. I just remembered that post about the modern world being built on denying human limitations and fuck is that an accurate post. And now with the current state of politics/society/whatever Gen-Z are n for a scarier time.

If you're putting off answering that email, if your hands are shaking and you whisper meek encouragements to yourself as you type, if you're thinking about the comfort your fictional world gives you and that makes you sad because why the hell can't the real world be like that? My heart goes out to you. You're not lazy, stupid or trying to skirt by 'real work'. You're just torn between survival and its difficulty and I'm so proud if you manage to finish the intimidating task even if it's not perfect or you were scared while doing it.

[sourle]

Oneshot n Headcanons

WARNINGS: There might be smelling mistakes/mispronouns/ooc. I apologize in advance for those.

Enjoy the show.

You wish you weren't brought into this hell, Looping for eternity for the joy of torturing. Was this really the karma for the things you did in your past?

Was this all just a sick joke as a payback from them?

You don't know.

You wish you could take it back and wouldn't end up here. Being chased around like some kind of toy all for entertainment for the.. killers. You're luckily not alone.. but… they're not all better.

After they know what you did, they turn their back on you. More often than not, they never help you whenever you're in a struggle.

Ignoring you completely.

You hate it, you don't like it. It's what makes the loop hell WORSE.

The way the other survivors treat you. Elliot never bothered to offer you a pizza. Shedletsky would just watch you getting chased alongside Guest. HECK, even 007n7 ignored you COMPLETELY.

It was exhausting, especially when all you wanted was a new beginning. Without the constant nagging of what you did.

You approached Taph, tapping him on his shoulder. “Hey— May I ask you something?—”

“🧍‍♂️🤷‍♂️👉👷‍♂️❓” (I don't know as well, maybe you should ask Builderman) You nod at his answer, giving him a thumbs up and left. Glancing back to see he gave you a thumbs up as well.

You next walked up to Noob, “Sorry to bother you… but do we have a plan for the next match?—”

Upon hearing your voice they flinched, they didn't seem to hear you but he just nodded quickly. “Y-you should ask Builderman about it, I'm s-sure he has m-more.. information.”

You watch as they speed walk away, slipping a bit.

You brushed his silly actions and went to find Builderman. He is outside the cabin with Shedletsky, seemingly in a conversation as Builderman checks over his new invention.

You approach the two and once you get closer, they turn their attention to the footsteps coming closer.

Shedletsky looks.. rather wary, whilst Builderman has that unreadable expression. You hope that's not hatred.

“Uhm— Hey, Builderman.. Can I ask about the next upcoming match’s plan?”

He didn't answer you outrightly other than letting out a sigh. A small silence overtook before Shedletsky finally spoke up, “We're still trying to figure out who's going to be picked next. Though I believe you won't be picked. Luckily.”

That smidge of disappointment in the last word already says you're not welcome in their presence. You hum with a nod, bidding farewell they didn't respond to and left.

You sat in the living room of the cabin, staring into the fireplace, waiting for the match to start to explore more of the camp, place, whatever people call the area around the cabin.

You don't know what else to do to spend the time, you've got no one to talk to as of now. You've already asked if there's a plan— like every other time before a match. And you can't think of doing anything else.

You might try and find Dusekkar for a small chat, but even so he will, like others, find an excuse to get away from you.

What are you, some kind of plague infected robloxian?

No matter, you'll just wait for the match whilst watching the endless fireplace.

Headcanons

Survivors

Noob

They don't hate you. More so terrified of your capabilities, judging from your past.

Would avoid you every chance they can.

They did try to push away their fear go try and bond with you, maybe. But Guest held him back for 'caution'

Elliot

He hates you. Deeply.

He's frustrated towards what you did to his workplace. Outright unforgivable.

Does not trust you one bit.

REFUSE to heal you even as you're low.

Shedletsky

He's wary. Does not trust you.

Would often watch you from afar though never try and make a conversation with you.

He does not hate you.. maybe a little bit.

Only helps you when it's only you two left alive.

Builderman

Hatred.

He's seething whenever he sees you.

Never tells you where the sentry or dispenser is at. Leaving you wounded most times.

Definitely is the one who told Dusekkar to never help you when you're chased.

Dussekkar

He doesn't hate you. Just a smidge of dislike. Though he does love to talk to you. Once in a while.

Is curious how you are able to do what you've done in the past

The closest to neutral.

Doesn't mind you, though he can't say anything for the others. Especially Builderman.

Chance (pink day Chance yass)

THE MOST NEUTRAL

Like Dusekkar, he doesn't hate you or dislike you.

The closest you think as a friend in the hell.

They do enjoy talking with you!

Though he can't ignore what you've done in the past.

They does help you, Often!

Maybe the only one who helps. Or is he? (Vsauce music started playing)

Two time

Thinks you're a demon coming for them.

Will watch you like a hawk.

They tried to sacrifice you once. Though Taph stops him by knocking him out.

Also tried to give you to the killer aka Jason. Jason ended up targeting Two time.

Guest 1337

He's neutral. Just distrustful of you in every aspect.

He has respect for your.. powerful doing in the past. Though he can't say he's not wary of your capabilities.

The second most to help you. Even though most of it is just him watching you getting chase.

Taph

He actually likes you.

You both would talk often and he loves teaching you sign language!

You both have the closest bond, aka best friend!

He does not care about your past, it's the past after all.

007n7

No emotions.

He sees himself in you.

He understands what you're going through.

Thought.

He respects you for your determination.

Often leaves medkit or bloxy cola near your spawn place.

He does give it to you directly. Once. Elliot glaring at him, whispering he needed it more than you as he can't heal himself.

Chance shut Elliot down by mentioning how he doesn't heal you at all.

Killers

1x1x1x1

She's intrigued by your past.

Though he doesn't care and would kill you whenever.

They would often leave you as the last man standing. Though you don't understand why.

John doe

Absolutely doesn't care.

L + Ratio. Die.

c00lkid

Thinks what you did was cool!

He's impressed how you have done it.

Would often target you first to see if you're as powerful as the story his father told you about.

Fond of you. Somehow.

Jason

He pity you. He does.

He knows how it feels to be an outcast.

Would leave you as last man standing everytime. Though sometimes he lets you win.

Hey at least another killer friend other than a child.

Masioso

He has heard stories of what you did.

Intrigued and impressed.

Though he doesn't understand how you ended up in the hit list. He doesn't remember you doing anything about debt. Meh, you're name in the list anyway.

Azure

He doesn't understand why almost all the survivors hate you.

Even as he feels sorry, he's still going to kill you.

Noli

Thinks what you did in the past are bullshit.

He does not care what so ever.

Though he did tease you about your past, despite not believing it happened, before chasing you.

Guest 666

He doesn't really care.

He tried to feel sorry for you from seeing how the survivors avoided you. But he's careless.

He's a monster. Not a villain.

Note: woah, What's this? I finally uploaded something other than reblogs? Mwehehhe

Anyway if you guys want more, please send it a request of what I should do next.. like a scenario for this Oneshot hcs story.. like maybe Reader trying to bond, how they react to this, that, etc.

Bye now ty for reading!

[xesiarah]

“˚₊‧ UNLUCKY ENCOUNTER ‧₊˚ ”

Yan!Loser oc x Reader

Synopsis — some call it a coincidence, some say it's fate, but I say it's absolute utter fucking, bullshit.

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"I'm sorry."

The other line hangs up, the irrational telephone beep ringing against your ear as you genuinely start feeling the symptoms of hysteria bubbling up your chest and clamming up your breathing. At this point you definitely wouldn't say no to a fucking lobotomy.

This week has been feeling like the universe is actively trying to kill you off, like as if already getting coffee spilled on you wasn't bad enough; You, in this modern age and time having to use the telephone because your phone was snatched, along with your favorite handbag, containing the newly expensive perfume you brought still half full, and then just now your partner of 2 years breaks up with you after you asked them for help because you tripped on a rock, resulting on a sprained ankle and having to distressingly limp all the way to the phone booth.

Coincidence? Yeah, I think not. Just before this hell week was 3 days after your best friend ditched you for her new boyfriend, 4 days after you fucked up an important exam, and A WEEK after you befriended that jackass freak at school. Losing a few people here and there was to be expected but, c'mon! Isn't this just a new form of torture? You're sure that he was the one that caused all this, who else is to blame!? Maybe the rumor that said he must have all that hair to hide the dent he got when he was dropped as a baby was true, I mean. He probably performed some dark sorcery on you for whatever reason.. or maybe he's a sick masochist that fucks over people who don't treat him like an accused witch during the Salem Witch Trials. — Seriously, it was as if the universe's will to make that mfs life a living hell has rubbed off on you. But you know what, yeah.. It's fine, you can live with this.

Or not. Your alarm blaring for you to awaken gladly disturbs your nightmarish slumber, this is the 3rd time. The THIRD TIME! You've dreamt about him. — of that freak that brought you to your misery, who knows, what if dreaming about him more then once was some sort of bad omen? The 3rd time being on the first day of the week nonetheless. Of course the birds are extra chirper, you thought that maybe they're basking on your torment, if they were, you hope stray bullets manages to shoot all of them dead because we aren't having that kind of bullshit today. — You have finally devised a plan to avoid Satan's reincarnate for the rest of the school year as if they were carrying a covid variant. Finally getting that horrendous goblin off your back would feel like it's the second coming of Christ, and you're not about to let any twinks get in the way of living your life free from any agony inducing minger either.

You manage to find the will to exist. Entering the gates of your school muttering prayers to God, and whatever other deity that’s listening, to please not let you set sights of his probably-smells-like-cheese, greasy ass hair, the overgrown bangs covering ⅔ of his hazel eyes that always seemed to bother you, he even has those weird Incel glasses on.. maybe that one rumor that said he had some sort of eye fungus just makes this all more oddly debatable. You wander through the empty hallways, not seeing a single student kinda unsettles you. — makes sense though, It's pretty early, and you've never seen him around this time so, the coast is clear, for now, or so you thought. — You were approaching the rows of vending machines all pushed up against the back of the building when you caught a glimpse of a silhouette you're all too familiar with, he seems to be sketching something, not that you totally cared for whatever it was. You shrug, but when you were about to turn to leave he gets up and walks towards the boys bathroom, leaving his precious notebook unattended, out in the open, where anyone could take a peak... Just a little peak, alright? You tiptoed, walking towards it in longer strides to minimize your footsteps, upon getting closer, you notice the front page already wide open, as if he purposely left it like that, — that should've been the first red flag. Because inspecting it a little further made your jaw slack, the thing he was sketching.. was you. "What the fuck, I look amazing." You mutter, it's a little creepy but you're flattered with the way he straight up beautified you, admiring it for a little longer then you should've had was a mistake though, because just when you took your eyes off of the notebook, you see him literally lurking and hiding behind the bathroom's entrance. He's wide-eyed, and a huge creepy grin plastered on his face. — Genuinely scaring the flattery out of you and making you bolt straight to the opposite direction on instinct, the way he looked at you literally triggered your flight or fight. The sound of your fast footsteps filled the hallways, your heart going pitter-patter, quite literally about to burst out your chest. Fuck. Just your luck. Guess this won't be an easy day to get through.

Morning lectures are finally over. Which means you can finally celebrate the fact that you pushed through and made it to lunchtime! It was still agonizing nonetheless, waiting around corners to let him pass kind of felt like you're stalking him, can't say that you didn't get any weird looks either. The worse part was definitely him searching and skimming through the halls, asking everyone for your whereabouts, half of them made themselves look busy so he wouldn't approach them, and the other half straight up ran the opposite direction as if he threatened to bite their toes or something. Weirdly enough, most of them ended up slipping on wet floor, which just further gives in to your suspicion of him practicing dark sorcery. Anyways, you're proud of the little progress you made, and that's all that matters for now.

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Lucian sits alone, his table is tucked away in the very corners of the cafeteria, no one even daring to glance at his direction, he used to typically eat in the bathrooms but nobody wants him in their presence to the point that they all stand up and leave when he approaches a table. — there's just this weird air surrounding the dude that automatically repels people away, and no it's not body oder dammit! He just gets greasy fast, and probably for threatening to unalive a teacher but that isn't important! The love of his life is avoiding him! He chews on his fingernails as he ponders, possible reasons fill his head, and they aren't very good ones. — Did someone make you do this? Is there someone else...? That surely can't be. That's just cheating isn't it? You love him after all! He saw the glint in your eyes when you looked at the portrait he drew of you. He could even show you his shrine! Made just for you, containing such precious things you lost! — His excessive chewing of his fingernails grow desperate to the point of drawing blood, he grimaces at the sight of crimson streaks, wiping it on the sleeves of his hoodie. — it just can't be. Why would you do him wrongly like this? You smiled at him, you laughed with him instead of AT him, you sat together.. So why!? Are you gonna leave him like his mother did..? Was that all a joke to you..? He just couldn't accept this, you aren't that kind of person! You know what, he finally snaps. he just has to hear an answer from you. — "He's right behind me, isn't he?" The person right Infront of you nods, and immediately scurries away. At this point you're frozen in place, what the fuck do you do? Just make a run for it? "Can we please talk..?" He speaks behind you, his hand is on your shoulder. You swallow, the remaining bits of your conscience crumbling as you fucking make a run for it, aggressive footsteps follow behind and you realize HE'S CHASING AFTER YOU. You have never let out such a gut wrenching scream than what you just did in this exact moment. — You hide behind a wall, thinking you've lost him. Not until a hand grabs onto your arm.

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He caught you. He has you pinned against the wall, not in a shoujo cutsy romantic way, he looks as if he's a starved vampire about to chomp on your neck, and not in a good way. Just no fucking way this scrawny mf outran you. Another 'unfortunately' for you too, the Gods did not answer your prayers. You're trapped in between the arms of the man you swore to avoid like the plague for the rest of the school year, this was definitely not on your 2024 bingo list. You didn't even last till' the end of the day and that lowkey hurts your pride. — But holy smokes, they say that you experience something new everyday, and this is the first time you've seen him up close, messy bedroom hair, teary eyes that looked like he hasn't slept since the first star wars movie came out. Wowza. If he actually made an effort, or if he didn't have such unsettling vibes, you can't lie, he'd be a revelation hottie. — ... Shit. Not the time to be thinking about his potential glow up. — Poor guy, watching him trying to maintain eye contact but just failing horribly is kinda cute.

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The fuck? Your face scrunches up just after you snap back out of, whatever that was. Seriously.. say WHAT now? That was a demon possession right there, you need to stop acting as if his existence didn't just cause your downfall unprovoked. "You're avoiding me.." His voice disrupts the silent war you were having with yourself. It sounded meek, he genuinely looked like a shivering wet dog, with those.. tears boiling up his eyes, and.. quivering lips. Fuck. What if you'd just slide down his arms and escape? Hell no, if someone walked in they'd think you were giving him a blowjob and that's honestly worse then whatever's going on right now. "A-Answer me!" He yells(?) hesitantly, the dude genuinely looks like he's about to burst into tears any minute, you're surprised how he somehow grew the balls to yell at you though. "Okay, dude I'm sorry..?" — It's sad how he goes ballistic over a 'friendship' that lasted a week, but he did show you the list of student names he wanted to glock, and you listened to some of his nerdy ramblings, so you guess he did cherish your short time together even if you gave him absolutely zero fucks. — he goes completely quiet for a minute before he finally bursts out crying, fat tears are running through his acne filled face as he drops to the ground. "I really just wanted a someone-" He says in-between hiccups, he's crying as if you killed his mom or something. You decided to just wait it out until he grew tired but his wails started growing louder till' you were forced to crouch down and comfort him. "H-hey, uhm.." Fuck. Screw it. You know what, Who cares if your life starts crashing down, it already was unsalvageable from the very beginning anyway. Everyone needs a friend and you're too nice for this. You finally give in, breathing in a sigh of defeat. "How can I fix this?" His cries shimmer down and you swear to fucking God you think you just saw him flash a smirk. This bitch looks like he's bout to spit out the most outta pocket bullshit. — and he indeed did not disappoint. The two unexpected words coming out of his mouth just further inspires you to jump off a bridge. "d-date.. me."

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Maybe hiring a hitman on yourself wouldn't be so bad.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

This will be more of a personal post sprinkled with some thoughts on AYS?!, so for those interested strictly in shipping content, you can skip this.

I couldn't help myself yesterday to wait until my work schedule was done. So I watched the first two episodes during lunch break and work, while using the keyboard from time to time to not appear offline.

And then a second time in the evening, without as many interruptions. I even texted my sister to remind her that the episodes have been released (she has JK's songs on her playlists and that's where it stops). My tone was very casual, as if I just remembered it was already up. As if I haven't actually been thinking and obsessing about that show for a year now. But that's because I can't let this online, fandom "life" seep through my other, "real" one. I've always struggled with my feelings of shame over being part of such spaces. Which is why I avoided them completely. Up until four years ago. I'm still dealing with it. I don't want to tell people that I have an interest in a kpop ship and that it's been ongoing for a few years now. It feels to foreign to the image I allow others to have of me and this kpop stuff is childish to say the least. I've fallen victim to the talking points I've argued against intellectually. But life doesn't work that way. My rational brain doesn't get along with my feelings.

So I keep my thoughts about shipping, fandoms, jikook here. And I share them with friends and people that have a connection to it. It's why I have a blog. So I can post a photo of jikook holding hands at the beginning of their journey and at least 10 people will understand it cause they like the same thing. I'm not a loser on my own here so the thought feels comforting.

I didn't have specific expectations about AYS?!, but I felt happy watching it. It was different, but a good different. Having the opporrtunity to witness them from morning till evening without any interruptions painted an interesting picture and it's the first time to see some parts of their dynamic.

They bicker, they flirt, they get lovingly annoyed, they get bored, they get silent, they get touchy. It feels more real than any 2-min clip from a Memories DVD could possibly show us. I don't want picture perfect jikook because it doesn't exist. Being in stan spaces, all I see everyday is worship, a mentality that is then transfered to the people surrounding the idol. But I don't want JK to worship Jimin 24/7 or vice versa. That's not a real relationship of any kind. I want to see them treat each other like they're just people. Which is what they did. Too bad that some have interpreted that as negative when in fact all we got were clear signs of actual closeness. And nothing beats it like Jungkook's attitude towards Jimin being sick. Shippers/supporters have clips and endless arguments on hand to explain the closeness between jikook, but honestly? That first evening in the cabin when JM was in the bathroom and subsequently the next morning should be the sole argument from now on. It can't be more obvious if it hit us in the head.

It's not about needing confirmation at every step of them being a couple. At least I don't need that. In the long run, it wouldn't even matter if they're not. What's noticeable is that they appear to be one and that doesn't come out of thin air.

Is my mood volatile these days? Yes. Actually these past few months. Do I need this show as one of those feel good series? Definitely, because there's nothing else out there to catch my attention in terms of tv content. I don't want to pick apart and poke holes and question every single line to make myself feel miserable. Everything else is too bad and I am too lame so I rely on this show for a short, temporary thing that improves my mood. I don't care about other things, doubts or worries. I really really just want to enjoy jikook doing whatever they want. I don't have high standards.

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

I got posted to a subreddit dedicated to bullying overweight people. They're claiming that I'm faking being anorexic, that I'm glamourizing the disorder, and that I actually have BED. All because I said fat people can have anorexia

Now I just want to get worse. I read through half of the comments before I couldn't stomach anymore.

How can I want to recover when this is the reaction to the way I am now?

God, that sucks! I'm so so sorry anon. That's really painful.

Everything you said is true. I've absolutely known fat people who restricted heavily and remained fat, or who lost some weight but never reached a "straight size" no matter how much they starved. It's truly fucked up to see how differently a visibly thin person is treated when they restrict dangerously versus how fat people are treated when they do the very same thing. I'm sorry you've struggled this way unseen, I'm sorry it's so hard to get people to take it seriously, and I'm so so sorry that people suck so bad in the way they react to hearing things they don't like about your body type.

Honestly, some corners of the Internet - especially Reddit - are just toxic as hell. As an example, when I was first researching disability rights, I came across somebody who posted about their life with multiple medical conditions. In spite of this person being a genuine ray of light in the lives of those who knew them, they were posted to a subreddit called "IllnessFakers" where people post about others that they suspect have Munchausen Syndrome. This person was a frequent subject of discussion on this sub. Now, as it turns out, this person wasn't faking it - in fact, a few years back, they actually did succumb to health complications from these medical issues (complicated by heavy failings of the system) and do you think anyone on the subreddit apologized? Nope, someone posted jokingly that this person's tombstone should read "I told you I was sick!"

I realize that's a fucked up thing to share, but I hope it makes you feel better to know you're not alone. The world is a fucked up place sometimes. What I recommend you do now is to just block and avoid all internet spaces like that one. Seriously, you're not gonna stop these people from being shitheads and it sounds like you're not getting any benefit from hearing about what they're saying. I hope that one day you are able to find others in your close personal life who listen, hear you, and treat you as a person of worth. I hope you're able to find the peace and healing to think of yourself that way, too - to listen to your own opinion of yourself rather than the opinions of the multiple assholes with whom we must, for better or worse, share a planet. I'm sorry that so many people are going to give you the devastating experience of not believing you when you try to talk about the experience of being fat with a restrictive ED. I wish I could take that pain and frustration away. But for right now, all I can tell you is to avoid the worst of the Internet cesspools, seek those who want to hear you, and know that these kinds of people are not who you want to base your self-worth off of. If you hate yourself, they win. Don't let them win. Rebel with love for yourself.

[gorogues]

it-is-i-zim replied to your ask post: This is just my opinion but Ostrander's revamp of him was the worst thing thing to happen to him character wise. Fans of Boomerang are sometimes straight up harassed for what Ostrander did to his character. Like on one hand, one of the reasons why he was on the suicide squad for so long and we see him AT ALL is because of Ostrander but I'm sick of being called racist because of how my guy was written by Ostrander.

it-is-i-zim replied to your ask post: Identity Crisis was bad for Digger still though. It also made me kinda dislike Tim Drake fans but I also get that for ages their only exposure to Boomer was that comic. And the Knight Terrors: Robin comic bringing that comic back into the established canon did no favors either seeing that it was through the eyes of someone who wasn’t even there. An artistic choice for sure, but it’s also made Tim Drake fans feral about how AWFUL Digger is.

Unfortunately this is more of a fan problem than a writing one. I definitely sympathize with people who love pre-Crisis Digger but hate his post-Crisis self, because modern Digger can be a lot. But people being jerks to other fans because of it is 100% a problem with fandom, and it's got to stop. There's nothing wrong with liking problematic characters as long as you're honest about their flaws, because they aren't real people and they haven't actually hurt anyone real…and just because you like them doesn't mean you approve of everything they do.

It's also fine for people to dislike a character or avoid other fans if they make you uncomfortable for any reason, but it shouldn't get to the point of mistreating a real person over fictional stories and liking/disliking fictional things.

(To make things extremely personal for a moment, it took me over 25 years to figure out why I gravitate to unpopular villains: it was only once I understood that I was the family scapegoat that I realized I like unpopular villains because I'd been considered one/treated like one my entire life. People can have their reasons for liking villains and problematic characters that have nothing to do with the shittiest thing(s) the character(s) have done.)

it-is-i-zim replied to your ask post: And with Owen, arguably his worst characterization was in that one Supergirl comic where he tried to get with a 15 year old Supergirl while being established as an adult man and was like, “I’m not a creep” but then on the same page also called her “jailbait” which uh… Gross. I must say I’m not fond of him because of that and therefore didn’t mind the kinda bad revamp back in Suicide Squad (2016) #47

The question was "the most common way they're written badly", and while that was weird and creepy, it was thankfully just a brief anomaly in the Supergirl book (that's why his strange Rebirth revamp didn't get my pick; it was just one story). I found Owen's intelligence and skill level varied wildly throughout his appearances, and sometimes he was competent and sometimes he was a clueless dumbass. He seemed reasonably smart in his debut story, so IMO him being an idiot was the primary example of being written badly.

it-is-i-zim replied to your ask post: Sorry that my thoughts are kinda all over the place on the Captain Boomerangs.

That's completely okay, it's why we're all here! :)

parkakingrolo replied to your ask post: I'm gonna go a little against the grain on Lisa, and say some of her other characterizations I'm not too fond of are when she's now the moral compass, and I agree The Rogues should have a stronger one, but forcing it on Lisa feels awkward. Don't get me started on when she hinted at feelings for Barry too. Maybe it's just two extremes and they struggle for a healthy middle.

Yeah, that's fair. That one's a problem too, though the one I mentioned bothers me more so I guess that's why I went with it. Truthfully I think both versions are manifestations of sexist beliefs about women, one benevolent ("women are morally better than men") and one misogynist ("women are crazy bitches, especially ex-girlfriends" -- and on that note, I really hate what was done to Magenta by Waid and Johns. She should have been included on the previous list).

It would be good if DC strove for some middle ground between the two, because Lisa should be flawed but not constantly jonesing to slash people's faces.

[smolgloves]

The Trial

Summary: Freya is reunited with her cousin, but must face a trial for breaking the rules

Tw: mentions of death, mentions of slavery, transphobia/enbyphobia, deadnaming

Deep underground, unbeknownst to the people of Skaars Hollow, was a colony of borrowers. Tunnels were painstakingly carved by the tiny people to keep such a large group hidden from the larger beings. Uncle Eskel said it was better that way, but after sitting in the empty room with only four dirt walls to keep her trapped, Freya started to wonder if this way was truly keeping her people safe or if this was merely a way to keep them sheltered.

The door creaked open and a figure not much taller than Freya slipped in. “I can't stay here long but you need to tell me everything.”

“Kes!” Freya jumped up from the bedroll and practically tackled her cousin into a hug. His arms wrapped around her and she was fully embraced in the familiar scent of smoke and ash that clung to him. “I was worried sick about you.” He said, trying to sound stern but the crack in his voice gave himself away.

“I know, I'm sorry.” Freya pulled away from Kes to meet his gray eyes. Soot smeared his round cheeks; when Freya slipped out of the border, he was still in the forge. Gods, he must have been searching for her since last night! “I thought I could get more supplies beyond the border.”

“I figured that much,” Kes sighed, taking Freya by the hand and sitting down on the bedroll with her. “But I need to know if you were spotted by that group that caused havoc in Huskin's Tavern.”

Freya tucked her knees to her chest, despite being close to Kes, she still struggled to meet his worrisome gaze. Unlike her, Kes was a more cautious and secluded borrower who didn't care to leave the safety of the walls. To him, there was uncertainty when one ventured out to larger being territory, and he refused to be put in a position where he might get caught. So he opted to be the colony's blacksmith, while Freya looked for supplies for him. They made a pretty good team, but that still didn't make telling Kes what happened any easier. “I got caught last night by that group.”

“By the gods, are you alright?!” Kes grabbed onto her shoulders and began studying her for any signs of injuries. “One of the scouts said you were covered in blood! Which one hurt you?!”

“I'm fine, really!” Freya shoved her cousin away, but flashed a smile. “It takes more than a few travelers to knock me down.”

“I'm glad this experience hasn't shaken your confidence, but this is serious.” He sighed. “What happened out there?”

“They didn't want me to head back home alone, and agreed to escort me back.” Freya avoided eye contact as she uttered those words, yet the horror that radiated off of him was palpable. “They were already planning on coming to town for some business.”

“What kind of business?”

“They were going after the goblins that terrorize the outskirts of the town and their leader wants to investigate the plague.” Freya took a shaky breath, fearing Kes’ reaction. “I think they're going to help us.”

Kes stared at her like she was suddenly growing horns and a tail. “Help us or help the real townsfolk?”

“All of us, Kes!” She exclaimed. “They seem like… good people.”

“Large ones don't help borrowers.” He clenched his jaw. “And if they do, it's never for the right reasons.”

Freya was no stranger when Kes acted this way, she knew what he had been through and thirteen years later, he still was traumatized by the raid of their colony. Normally, Freya would leave him alone to mourn his losses, but in a few hours, Freya would have to stand before the elders and face a trial that may not stand in her favor. Her only hope was to persuade Kes into seeing her point of view. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I don't know how else to explain it, but they're different.” Freya sighed softly, thinking about how Tav treated her, and wondered of their fate. Did they survive or were they already dead? Freya had to push those thoughts out of her head, Tav had to be fine. If they haven't fallen to the illithid parasite, then surely they wouldn't fall to Huskin! “Their leader speaks with such passion and kindness.”

Kes hastily shushed her. “You know better than to talk like that!”

“I'm just thinking about our colony!” Freya retorted. “We've been hurt by the plague too, and they have a lead on how to end it, maybe if we asked-!”

“You're going to get exiled or executed If you keep talking like this!” Kes hissed out, a fierce glare met locked onto her before fading away. He sighed. “Look, maybe there are nice large ones out there, but you need to play this smart. Tell them you were scared, be vague, do that and your punishment might not be so severe. Please, I can't lose you, Freya.”

“Okay.” Freya nodded, there was no getting through to him. Pride and fear kept a lot of borrowers in line, it was usually a life saver but Freya feared that would soon be their downfall if the plague continued to spread.

~~~~

Freya tugged at the sleeves of her green blouse, the questions had been relentless since the trial began, it didn't help when the entire colony had gathered around to listen to her brush with danger. She told them the story about getting caught by Astarion, meeting Tav and the rest of the group, and having to stay until morning; she of course, left out certain details that might make the colony panic more, but the main story was the truth.

“And they just let you go?” Asked uncle Eskel.

“Yes.”

“Why?” Uncle Eskel's stone gray eyes bore into Freya. He was definitely the spitting Image of Kes, but where her cousin showed more kindness and sympathy when he looked at Freya, uncle Eskel only showed a stern disapproval. The two quarreled for a long time, as to why, that remained a mystery. Whatever the reason, Freya knew she wouldn't get any pardons for simply being the elder's niece.

“They… didn't see a use in keeping me.” Freya sighed. “The group had better things to do than keep a borrower around.”

Murmurs spread around the room speculating how a borrower would simply be let go. Then one elder named Whitcomb broke through the crowd. “Preposterous, a larger being wouldn't let a borrower go!” He shook a bony fist in the air. “We are too valuable on the black market.”

“Ta- The halfling showed empathy when they met me.” Quizzical looks painted the faces of the five elders, none of them could wrap their heads around a larger one being nice to a borrower. “Their priority was to figure out what was causing the plague in Skaars Hollow, they had no time to… sell me off.”

“Why are they curious about the plague?” The elder named Petrona asked. She was a woman in her forties, the youngest elder of the five. The only reason she was appointed was because her mother- the previous elder, had gotten sick from the very plague and was likely to die.

“They want to cure the town of this ailment.” Freya glanced over to Kes, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared at her with wide eyes. She wished she could read his mind right now, was he mentally screaming at her for speaking too much or just filled with general anxiety?

“So Freya got lucky and was spared by kind travelers?” The elder known as Veron said, running his fingers through his graying beard. Things seemed to be going Freya's way, the hammering in her chest was slowly easing up.

But Mirable cleared her throat and stood up. “I'd like to remind the council that Freya lingered in the tavern after she was free.” Freya cursed under her breath, of course Mirable would rat her out!

“Is this true, Freya?” Uncle Eskel's voice cut through like a blade, ready to pierce her heart if she even utters the wrong words.

“I did,” She let out a heavy sigh. “I wanted to know more about the plague to see if I could learn anything that might help us.”

For a moment, the crowd seemed to approve of Freya's logic. That maybe the young borrower was only risking herself for the sake of her people, surely she shouldn't be punished so severely for thinking about the fate of her people, right? But Mirable only glared at Freya with dagger-like eyes. “Oh? If that's the case then explain why you attacked the one who tried to kill the Gith?”

Gasps dispersed around the room, Kes looked as though he might rip out his own dark hair. If the ground decided to open up below Freya's feet, she would gladly let herself be swallowed up to avoid this trial.

“Answer the question, Freya.” Uncle Eskel snapped.

“She was aiding in learning more about this plague.” It took everything in Freya to keep her voice from trembling. “I wanted to do my part in aiding them to that.”

“Borrowers are forbidden to aid larger beings no matter the reason!” Her uncle shouted. “You know this, yet you defied the very law that has kept our people safe!”

“Standing back and watching them die could only hurt our people!” Freya retorted.

“Father…” Kes cleared his throat, his hands shook more than Freya did. “Perhaps, Freya's intentions should be… considered over her nativity?”

“Silence Kan… Kestrel!” Uncle Eskel shot a piercing glare at his child. “All of Freya's actions will be judged!”

Nails dug into Freya's clenched fists, even ten years after Kes began his transition, Uncle Eskel's efforts to use his child's true name was lacking. Years of arguing with him wore him down enough to use the correct name to keep the house civil, yet they all knew uncle wasn't keen on the change. Anger boiling, Freya was ready to lash out at her uncle, but her eyes glanced over to her older cousin, who shook his head at her. She didn't need to read minds to know Kes was telling her not to start this now, and as much as she hated it, she knew he was right, the correction can wait until after she is given a penalty.

Petrona glanced over at uncle Eskel. “I hate to say it, but Kes has a point. If the travelers mean to seek aid for this plague then surely Freya should meet a less severe punishment?”

Loza, the other female elder scoffed. “Even if the large ones aid this town, we will not obtain such gratification.”

“That's not true!” Freya blurted out, all eyes fell on her now. Her throat threatened to close in an attempt to seal her true words from leaving her lips, but the searing glares from the elders kept her from freezing up. She had to speak up, to vouch for Tav and their companions. “I mean… their leader seemed keen on helping everyone affected by the plague. Perhaps, aid could even… reach us.”

The collective gasp wasn't at all surprising but it was disheartening, the quiet murmurs became full blown clamors, people spoke of theories of what the group did to Freya to make her say such a blasphemous thing.

“Are you suggesting that we reveal ourselves to those travelers just because a few of our own are ill?” Whitcomb bellowed out.

“Absolutely not!” Her breathing became more ragged, her mind racking for ideas that could win the colony over. “But maybe… I could… ask for the assistance myself.”

“No!” Kes shouted out, terror flickered in his eyes. His fear was reasonable, but Freya only gave him an apologetic look before continuing. “I heard they're going to investigate the cave south of here. If I go there, I could get the answers and hopefully, a cure for this plague. I would be the only borrower they interact with during the whole journey.”

“Have you gone mad, girl?! You're asking to befriend the very beings that have oppressed our people!” Fury was painted on uncle Eskels's face; there was no doubt he wanted to do nothing more than to scream at the top of his lungs for even hearing such a suggesting, but he maintained a professional decorum. “Have you forgotten the last time a borrower befriended a large one?” He asked in an eerily calm tone.

“Of course I haven't.” Freya's jaw clenched, how dare her uncle question her loyalty, she was not like the boy from thirteen years ago. The boy who befriended the larger being only to be betrayed and hunted down along with the rest of her colony for a quick profit. The very raid that took the lives of her parents, and the lives of Kes’ mother and younger brother. She wasn't stupid, she knew what larger beings were capable of, but if the fate of her colony rests in the hands of Tav, then she must do everything she can to make sure her people survive, even if such methods were… unconventional.

“I worry about Freya's alliance.” Mirable's cold voice silenced the crowd. “There was another questionable character amongst the travelers. The pale elf had a bounty on him, Huskin and his grunts wanted him, and the way he fought... He used more than blades to slaughter his enemies, he also tore into the neck of one of the cooks. I've only heard of vampires doing such a thing.” The scout studied Freya for a moment, she saw the guilt written on her. “I'm right, aren't I?”

She couldn't face anyone, not Mirable, not the elders, not even Kestrel. There was no good way to explain why Tav kept a vampire around, Freya couldn't even fully understand why. Her silence was all the confirmation the crowd needed.

“By the gods!” Uncle Eskel shouted. “You would have us put our trust in a group who lets a vampire roam free?!”

“One that walks in the sun too!” Veron added.

“Did he charm you?” Petrona gasped.

“Of course not!” Freya scrunched her nose. “The halfling is the one who leads the charge and he listens to them.”

“A vampire will always listen to their instincts.” Whitcomb warned. “And a colony of borrowers will satisfy their hunger for a bit.”

The panic in the crowd grew like a pot of water boiling over. Youngsters mentioned second hand stories about vampires, while the elderly feared they must uproot their lives and leave Skaars Hollow, and mothers cried out for the safety of their children. It was chaos that couldn't be contained.

“You have put our colony in danger with your recklessness!” Uncle Eskel shouted.

“Everything I have ever done was for the colony!” She snapped back.

“It was for your own selfish desire to seek out adventure, like your father!” Her uncle screamed out, his voice silenced the crowd, they watched in bated breath realizing this was no longer just a trial of a borrower who broke the rules, but a family affair being put on display. When Freya didn't retort back, uncle Eskel cleared his throat of all the rage he had pented up. “I have given you a pass due to it being the very thing that saved you from the raid, but now I see my leniency has put us at risk.”

Freya tensed up. “What are you saying?”

Uncle Eskel took a deep breath. “As of tonight, you are no longer welcome as a member of our colony. You will be escorted beyond the border where you will continue your exile alone.”

Yo-you can't do this!” Freya shrieked, her eyes locked onto her older cousin's, who shared the same look of fear as her. Neither of them should be surprised yet they were gutted by the verdict no less!

“Are we sure we should let her go freely,” Loza scowled. “Where she could always return with… unwanted guests.”

“I will not sentence the daughter of my sister to be executed.” While still stern, a glimpse of pity shone in his eyes. It was easier to pretend her uncle hated her, but deep down, Freya knew he had a soft spot for her just for looking like her mother.

“There must be another way, father!” Kes pleaded, tears pricked his eyes. “What if we forbade her from leaving the walls.”

“No!” Uncle Eskel bellowed. “She will continue to sneak out and cause trouble!” His cold glare fell onto his niece. “If you won't abide by the rules that kept your ancestors alive, then you can live on your own where your actions will only get yourself killed!”

“All I did was try to help!” There was no holding back tears anymore, she looked back to Kes, meeting his eyes one last time before Mirable pushed Freya along to send her out in the wilderness.

A/N: Hey, I just wanted to take a moment and say this was my first time writing transphobia in a story and while I took time to consult with people about the topic before hand, I will still admit that this is a topic that I wanted to tread carefully on. I didn't want to shoehorn the topic in but also not downplay the affects of misgendering/deadnaming. If anyone has more advice on how to write such a delicate topic. Let me know! Also Kes is trans-masc and would use he/they pronouns, I'm not quite sure how to write a character with multiple pronouns. So if anyone has any tips on that, feel free to let me know. Thank you for your support!

[dahvampire]

I'll start this thing with the premise that I've only seen BNHA's anime, so I'm at the end of the events of season 6 and I don't know anything else from the manga. So, that's also a spoiler alert for anyone who isn't at my same point.

God I really, really despise Enji Todoroki.

Endeavor is a great hero, don't get me wrong: always on point, efficient with criminals, saves people and yada yada yada. Public interactions aren't his forte but anyone has his weaknesses, so it's fine.

But boy, boy if he's shitty. A shitty father, a shitty husband, a shitty person in general.

How can you beat your six year old son to the point of making him sick just because you're salty you're not at the same level of someone else? How can you try to erase your first son's suicide attempt that he did because you first indoctrinated him about being the n°1 hero since he was four and then discarded him at eleven because he couldn't keep up with your expectations? Enji told Touya his life was defined only by being a hero, and then he snutched the dream he put in his son's head from him when he was still a child. No wonders Touya didn't exactly take it well, his father just said he's actually worthless because of something Touya can't even control - the affinity that his body has for cold temperature.

And okay, maybe Enji wanted to keep him safe avoiding him to train, but the adult approached the situation wrongly from the start, since Touya's birth, for fuck's sake.

When Touya became useless, Enji focused his fixation on Shouto, feeding sibling rivalry to Touya and making him easily jealous of him because his younger brother became their father's focus of attention - and love, in his mind - .

Let's put the kids beside for a second.

Enji married Rei for her quirk, that's common knowledge, he even admitted it. After he finished using her for his convenience and after probably treating her just like he treated Shouto and Touya, he pushed her 'til the breaking point and then accused her of being unstable while the only reason for her unstableness has always been his presence in her life. We had a snippet of Rei before she married Enji, and she was a perfectly fine woman. Maybe reserved, but fine.

Then, Enji happened. She lost her rights on her body, the man married her just to breed a valuable heir after all. She lost her rights as a mother, because I think Enji hasn't ever allowed her to interfere with Touya and Shouto's education and lives in general, just think about how Touya treated her when she found out he was still training in secret. She lost her connections with the world, too, I guess, because I don't think she would be free to go and come at her will, considering how Enji thinks about his family members as his properties.

Then, she slowly started to lose her mind to the point of disfiguring her own child because his eye reminded her too much of the man she was forced to live with even though she clearly dreaded him, and she lost it. She crumbled under the pressure of what Enji did to her and to her children - that I guess she never actively tried to protect, maybe to save herself from the man's wrath, maybe because scared of aggravating things - and Enji took her out of the picture without even try to comprehend why she did what she did.

I'm not saying that she isn't guilty about the whole situation, I'm saying I can see her redemption arc. I can understand it. Now she's free of the shackles that held her down the whole time she was with Enji, and she wants to try and do something to make amends. I can see it, I can understand it.

What I cannot understand is the thing they're trying to do with Enji's redemption arc.

Like, are you kidding me?

He's an abuser, a manipulative man who hides himself behind a façade of ideals and stoicism, a person who looked his own kid in the eye at the age of eleven and told him he was not enough for his father and should get lost with his other two siblings, casted aside since birth because they too didn't meet his expectations.

Fuyumi is still hanging by the threads of hope that someday they will be an happy and functional family, but those threads started strangling her a long time ago, and I think she didn't even realized it yet.

And Touya.

God, Touya. He attempted suicide by the age of fourteen, being it consciously or not. Maybe he actually did it on purpose, maybe his emotions took the upper hand on him, but his mind couldn't accept the fact that his father's love was so conditional. Touya tried his best to satisfy the man, and Enji never acknowledged him beside to berate him for training without his permission. And Touya still tried, tried, tried to be seen by the man that put himself at the center of his child's universe since Touya was young enough to comprehend what heroes were.

No wonders Touya broke that night on Sekoto Peak, no wonder he died.

No wonder Dabi was born.

He's the incarnation of Touya's resentment after all, of the hate he feels towards Enji, towards the society that idolatries the hero without looking at the man, without understand that the monsters people fear aren't always the criminals and the villains on the streets, but hide themselves in plain sight, under a spotlight.

Touya was fourteen, he had all his life in front of him, and he still chose to trust the man he called father to care for him even without the incentive of his quirk, and his trust, his prayers fell on deaf ears.

I don't know yet what happened after Sekoto Peak, I guess what remained of Touya was find by someone - maybe Shigaraki's doctor himself -, put back together and brought back from the dead. And Touya didn't know what to do with the time that someone else borrowed him, so he set himself on the path of revenge to find some sort of justice for himself.

I'm not saying that Dabi's modus operandi is right. He's a murderer and his ways are almost always extreme, and his mind clearly isn't in the right place, but I can still understand him, his motives.

An hypothetical reception arc.

Before everything else he's a victim, after all, just like Rei.

Dabi wants to avenge what's remaining of Touya, of his inner child, and the only way he finds fitting is to take Enji's life to compensate the life Enji took from him.

Enji, on the other hand, doesn't deserve it.

He has seen that his ways were wrong only when everything came crushing down on him, and he cried on his hospital bed about being a terrible person after all the years he spent without questioning even one single time his actions.

How many times he made Touya cry? And Shouto? And Rei, Natsuo, Fuyumi? And his own fans, for God's sake? How many people he deluded without realising it, without even thinking it was an actual chance of him doing wrong?

Nope. Sorry, nope, I'm not fine with that. I don't think he deserves the pardon of all the victims of his actions, or surely he doesn't deserve to be forgiven so fast.

I don't approve the death of characters only because I don't like them, I know that's not how it works and it's simply stupid wanting someone dead just because, but fuck if i want him dead. Like, actually dead. Maybe it's because what he represents hit a little too close to home, maybe it's because I can't see a possible way to actually redeem him without stomping again on everyone he hurt, maybe I just can't stand him, I don't know.

I don't even know if I actually want Dabi to be still alive, at this point. I really like him, his character, his dramatics, but he's a dead man walking, literally. Maybe death would put an end to his suffering, maybe confronting Enji would be so cathartic to actually help him to recover the parts of his mind that he lost in the flames, in the walls of the house he grew up in, among the discouragements and the conditioned love he almost drown into.

The only thing I know is that I really hope Dabi lives long enough to see Enji's ashes scattering to the ground, being them the ashes of Endeavor's legacy or the ashes of his own body, cremated by Dabi himself.

[hesitantvampirealien]

bye!

i hope this doesn't sound dramatic, it's just... something to make everyone aware of the situation and possibly the last time i'll have any transparency with you unfortunately

you're not gonna see my thoughts here anymore unless it's something really small and/or related to an interest of mine. It's only gonna be art, reblogging things i enjoy and other things that don't say anything about me, i don't want to talk about my thoughts again

This is my most active and also most viewed account, and even though at the beginning i had this as just some random blog i would post whatever i wanted at first and vent here to avoid self harm, since i would be taking my anger out on the keyboard instead of my wrists, right now this blog has been getting big enough to cause me problems - i still have no idea how my profile suddenly started catching attention of nazi blogs - and i'm just done with how much everything i do is taken like a personal threat and i'm treated like i'm some cartoon villain, it's not a new thing by any means, i've had this happen before, i got doxxed once a while back and threatened in my personal phone number, i've had pedants talk to me like i'm an inferior being, even my own step mother had a sick obsession for demonizing me at all costs for unknown reasons, i had all kinds of inconveniences. The real problem this time is that, in all honesty, i've just become tired and hurt. I'm aging. I'm just tired of everything being escalated in order to make it all about how much i'm being a bad person who's actively causing harm to people, like everything i said caused a massive butterfly effect that will wipe out entire populations

i would like to reintroduce myself and point out a few things.

You can call me Noodle, Poison or Gerard, i'm 20 years old, and i have a few disabilities that cause me to be unable to empathize and cause me to struggle to understand things like ethics, morals, seriousness, grief, etc. I come from a less than ideal background so most of the things i learned were pure violence and a lot of prejudice in many aspects, things that i'm still trying to unlearn. My request has always been there, to be kindly taught when fitting.

The truth is that the narrative of aspd simply being a condition that gets on people's way in some aspects is not as interesting as the one of a person with aspd being a cold blooded murdeous psychopathic maniac, someone who was born evil and fated to be a monster. People don't like to be told their view on that is wrong because they're taught to fear people like me, mainly by mainstream true crime content producers like TV channels that are filled to the brim of this stereotype and constantly repeating it

To any of my friends who are reading this, sadly you'll probably just have to stay worried forever about not knowing if i'm fine or not but if it makes you feel better, if i'm posting, then i'm probably alive. I'm just kidding, you can literally just dm me and ask me if i'm fine. I won't be, probably, since i'll bottle up my emotions all over again and probably start cutting my wrist all over again because i'll be bottling up again - journaling doesn't work for me, i feel worse when i "talk to myself" in a way so most of the times writing for myself is inefficient, i'm not sure why, i just know that when i write to myself i feel absolutely ridiculous and start feeling worse because i'm self conscious about the fact that i'm a lonely loser talking to myself - and the feeling of not belonging anywhere and not deserving anyone's affection whatsoever is amplified tenfold right now, in all honesty

so i apologize if anyone first thought of me as someone who refused to conform, since i'm conforming to the mainstream right now and shutting myself up and bottling everything up again and relearning aspd shame lolol

I was told tumblr was welcoming. I was wrong

[macknshift]

( 🎀 💋 & ✨ ) for the princess & the frog ask game!!

i'm answering this for my golden trio era hp dr!! thank you so much for the ask and for making this ask game layla :)

(🎀) : PRETTY PRINCESS . . . who is your best friend? the one person that would kiss a frog just to get you what you've always wanted? who picks you up after you've fallen into a table of beignets?

110% my bff is miss luna lovegood. (i always end up being bffs w the lovegoods lol) the whole "concept" for this dr is that i'm an american exchange student (not rlly, but basically ilvermorny didn't have my major that i wanted, so my profs over there put in a good word and somehow they accepted me lol) & people have no freaking idea why i'm there. like At All. they think i got kicked out for 'bad behavior' (like, first off, i'm an ANGEL. second of all, IT'S HOGWARTS??????? hogwarts university is so much harder to get in if you're not from the uk. if i was there on 'bad behavior' i would've been sent to like. durmstrang or some shit. Anyways.)

but basically everyone is just kind of wary about me. other than the slytherins, which is not a great look for me, and luna. she's by no means outcasted like they treat her in canon but she does kind of latch on to the oddballs. but she basically treats me normally compared to everyone else, and we become bffs. she's basically one of the only people i trust there, i'll be honest.

(💋) : FROGGY KISSES . . . how has your relationship with your s/o developed? were you reluctant to your feelings at first? did you go from bickering to locking eyes for a little too long? did every one else know except you two?

So. neville is my love interest for this dr, and at the time i've set for my 'first day' in my dr, i'm not dating him yet. it's a choice i've made and i'm lowkey sick of my own decision but i love me a slowburn unfortunately 💔💔💔💔 BUT BUT BUT! neville is tutoring me in herbology at the time of this!! (you can read the start of this in the little scripted scenario i posted here if you want!)

as for getting together, neville and i take a bit of time, mainly because i'm lowkey annoying as hell lol and it really just develops based on proximity and the fact that i do not know how to explain to people that i'm not what they think i am. i'm just a girl y'all i swear i'm not a bad person 😭 but it's definitely a weird scenario where (from what i can tell, i try not to heavily script what my s/os think of me for some reason) i think he definitely is attracted to me first, but i'm just hesitant to open up. i swear i'm not as bad as i make myself out to be (in reality i'm just an anxious but avoidant attachment diva) but it takes soooo long. (apparently luna knows though???? like suuuuper early on. not even joking she clocks that i have a crush on him sooo quickly)

(✨) : BRIGHT EVANGELINE . . . who makes your life bright as the northern star? the guiding light in the chaos?

weirdly???? my big like "advisor", newt scamander. i'm a magizoology major in this dr and him and hagrid are the two that really help me with everything. i kind of have this 'too cool for everything' persona a bit, but in reality, newt (especially) and hagrid are there for me in ways that most people just aren't. they see the potential in me and allow me to grow in ways that others are just unconvinced by, which really sucks, but they're both always there for me. hagrid's definitely more of a social advisor (if that even makes sense) while newt is this (quite frankly ancient) professor that is there for me career-wise. i can trust them both to give me advice when everything just kind-of feels like it's going to shit lol

[venomroses]

Hi this is an ask inquiring about the fucked up details of the zones nothing is off the table I wanna know what u mean!!

hi!!

i guess what i want to see is how the bad parts of the zones affect killjoy culture/desert culture in general. like fucked up things on a larger scale i guess. i see a lot of easily-resolvable bad things (ex. someone gets hurt but then someone else patches them up, minor character death) or what's basically just violence for the sake of violence (everyones evil and kills and hurts other people in cold blood with no good reason, what i made the original post about). neither of these are inherently bad (though the latter usually isnt my cup of tea) and technically do acknowledge bad things in the zones but its on such a small scale. i wanna see worldbuilding!! bc theres so little canon content for danger days it makes it the perfect story to build up your own little world and i feel like people definitely build up the characters but don't build up the actual world as much. or maybe they do and i'm just not seeing it?

like one idea that i've been kinda toying with lately (that i hope is a good example) is the idea of medics usually being loners/in groups of other medics instead of each group having a medic or two because without proper medical care, something that might have an easy fix irl can be deadly or at least way worse in the desert, and because of that people fear getting sick. because medics are constantly around people who have potentially contagious diseases, people fear being around medics and try to avoid them if necessary to avoid getting sick. this is part of why being non-op if youre trans is so common- most people won't risk an operation if it isn't necessary to stop them immediately dying. this avoidance of medics is also part of why so many people in the zones are misinformed or just aren't informed at all about many illnesses- how are they going to learn if they won't get near the experts?

basically just worldbuilding my beloved <3

here's a bunch of ideas for potentially fucked up things beyond just killing murder violence and questions to prompt worldbuilding, if anyone's interested. under the cut bc this is long:

like i was talking about above, sickness. how do people generally act toward those who are sick? how much of a difference does the type of illness make in how the sick person is treated? does the way they're treated vary between different kinds of people (killjoys, neutrals, etc)? how do different groups go about curing sickness? how readily available is medical help or medicine? how good are the average desert dweller's first aid skills, and does it vary between groups?

hunger/thirst. what do different groups usually eat? where do they get their food and water from? do they get a balanced diet, or is it just whatever they can get their hands on? do they eat breakfast/lunch/dinner like we do or not? if not, how often do they eat? do they tend to have big meals or small meals? when there's not enough food for everyone, who gets to eat first? how do different groups feel about stealing from others to get what they need? are there certain groups that try to provide food and water for those in need, or is it everyone for themselves?

prejudice/discrimination. i know a lot of people hc the zones as being very accepting, but surely no place is perfect. are certain groups discriminated against in the city too, or is it specific to the zones? are they treated better in certain parts of the zones, or by certain groups? do they have their own spaces? are there any specific parts of desert culture that contribute to prejudice against certain groups?

capitalism. since most people agree the city is a capitalist hellscape and the zones seem to work somewhat similarly (people still having to buy things, a lot of people have written stories about killjoys trying to get enough money to buy things they need, etc) how do you earn money in the zones? if people have jobs, are workers paid well? what happens if you dont have enough money to get something you need? is trade/barter acceptable, or is it money only?

shelter. it gets pretty hot during the day and pretty cold at night, how many people have adequate shelter? will others take you in if you don't have shelter? do people stay in their shelter of choosing for extended periods of time, or do they move around a lot? how do people decorate their shelters, or make them more comfortable? what types of furniture or supplies are found in the average shelter?

violence. how often do people face violence in the zones? what reasons to people have to be violent to one another? does violence usually come from other zone dwellers, or does it happen between zone dwellers and better living industries? are violent incidents usually fatal or not?

childhood. how are children usually treated in the zones? how protected are they from the above problems? what lengths will people go to to help a child in need? what age is considered adulthood? do children lose the help and protections they once had (assuming they had any) once they're considered adults? is anyone willing to help those who've just reached adulthood?

obviously there's more things than that, but i think that's more than enough to get you started. lmk if you actually use any of these to do some worldbuilding, id love to see it!!

[warriorprincesstramp]

ok basically yesterday fucking sucked I saw two of my friends again and this one guy who irritates the hell out of me but I'll talk about that later. first one was chill we're going to a concert anyway and they messaged me like two weeks ago to see if I was ok they're cool I KNOW they like me and want to see me more even when I'm avoidant so like that's Safe. and then the other... text message guy. the WEIRDO. gave me nothing total poker face just acted normal. like ok fine we'll just ignore that weird ass message you STILL haven't explained. sure. and he AND the first friend both did that ohhhh it's so crazy you came I can't believe it it's a miracle joke. like ok it's not a big deal but it's giving dad voice look who just decided to grace us with their presence... and then text message guy left right after the lecture to comfort his fwb-turned-friend who he almost got pregnant because he's an idiot. sorry that's not relevant I'm pissed at him rn like omggg just come up with an explanation i don't even care if it fake as fuck just don't act like the LAST thing you said to me for three weeks was the most cryptic shit ever. also I meant to post ages ago that sometimes he's nice and sometimes he gives the most awful vibes like I do not like the way he treats the women he dates/hooks up with at all. anyway. third guy I realised we had the same fucking 6pm seminar so I had to hang out with him for two hours and it sucked I do not like him and he's trying sooooo hard to weasel into our little group. get out! seinfeld voice I already have three friends I can't make room for any more... he's just insufferably smug and pretentious and I don't know if he's private school but he feels like it. I don't HATE him he's FINE I wouldn't care about making occasional small talk but he's popping up everywhere and I do not want to be friends I'm sorry. we are just not compatible at all. and I'm tired of befriending MEN. to be honest. I used to be friends with all women now I'm friends with all men and non-binary people which is fine but the way men act is just exhausting honestly and of course there's the Danger (cough cough text message guy). and furthermore. where are my fucking dykes. I'm SICK OF IT! and my third friend who I was sure I'd see was hungover so no dice but they're always chill we're on the same wavelength so once we get past the fucking "ohhh isn't it's so crazy that you're here" shit it'll be cool. anyway I feel like I've come off like an asshole in this post but it needed to be said ok... xoxo tee

[littleeyesofpallas]

Why are Viz translations so... (dramatic pause)... bad? Like some mistakes are understandable but they consistently mess up even the simplest of things.

I once heard that they have a policy to be different from fanscans, even if the fanscans are correct and they have to make things up.

Oh I can't possibly confirm anything about that with any kind of actual authority. But given the way some general writing and editing and translating and even just comic specific jobs that I'm slightly (and really only s l i g h t l y) more familiar with have worked historically, I've got my guesses...

Mainly, I've always just assumed that the core problem would be that they very likely have no in-house translators and just hire on contract work; meaning that effectively every time a new volume needs translating, they don't just call up The Bleach Guy or something, they reach into their bag of underpaid non-"employee" contacts and hand them the text to be translated, possibly even on a single chapter basis with multiples working in tandem to meet deadlines.

It's a gig economy problem that has been plaguing the publishing business for decades. If you only work on contract, each new contract stipulates the precise terms of what work you do and on what terms you get paid for it, usually in writing that's by word, or perhaps by page, but basically never by hour or salaried. By rotating out contract workers publishers avoid having to pay benefits, have the luxury of not renewing a contract, or not offering a new contract, instead of having to "fire" writers --you can just not pay a contractor if you don't have work for them for months with no sort of furlough or promise of job security; a way better deal for cheapskate employers who don't care if the people they hire can eat or pay rent-- and in general it just allows employers to not treat the people doing the work as real employees, not just interpersonally but in the eyes of the law.

But as for the quality of work, it would mean that anyone working on any particular chapter would have no direct contact with anyone who worked on previous chapters, or even concurrent ones, so there'd be no way to confer on terminology or style choices unless they were actually given notes by editorial, or went out of their way on their own to look at existing material for reference. Which would explain why things like the Resurreccion have no consistent style about what goes into parenthesis or not, or whether the Japanese or the Spanish get the secondary translation, etc...

Someone did mention on one of my posts that they'd heard translators were encouraged to avoid matching fantranslations word for word (it may even have been you who said it) which I can't say for certain if that's true, or if it's an official mandate or just a translator's rule of thumb. It feels somewhat unlikely that editors would make such a specific move to actually solicit and cross reference fanscans as quality assurance. On the one hand I can imagine an editor might not want it to look like they're stealing from or otherwise validating the work of fan translators, but I can't imagine someone integrating the regular process of checking for plagiarism from specific fan sources into their work without just sicking legal on them instead. But I could also see it just being a translator's tactic of avoiding being caught if they were basically a fraud who was just handing in loosely rewritten copies of fan translations for a free paycheck.

[EDIT]: oh and in addition, I also assume these jobs are submitted as isolated word documents. As in, whether the translator gets a copy of the japanese manga or just word document with all the text in question transcribed by someone else, they submit their work as a word document with minor notes clarifying page and panel, which a typesetter and/or graphic designer(those could just as easily be separate people or the same person: paying one person to do both would be cheaper, but it may be easier to find (and to underpay...) one typersetter who can't redraw and photoedit, and one graphic designer who can, than to find one person qualified to do both.) references in retyping everything, splitting text up between word bubbles, choosing fonts, and formatting weird things like parenthetical in the case of stuff like resurreccion and bankai and all that. So while it'd be a less direct cause of error, it would add extra opportunities for miscommunication and general screw ups.

Again though, I really can't emphasize it enough: I don't have a professional/insider perspective on this as far as Viz Media specifically is concerned.

[teriwrites]

Boy of My Imagination: Chapters 3-5

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2015 Novel

Ahhh our introduction to the illustrious Chrysanthe Jezebel Aldrich

"So I've heard you've come out of hibernation. When were you planning on telling me?" CHRYS she was in a COMA omg

Actually kinda love that line, Very character establishing

(Teri, universities would Not make information like Penny's medical condition public lol)

Chrys will be visiting during the school's spring break, and Penny's mom is Thrilled

"I know that Chrys has made plans to visit for spring break," she began. I tried to stop listening, knowing what she was about to say, but it was pointless. "I'm not sure if it'd be best to visit with you in... this state." ohhhhhhh i actually Hate this woman rn

Okay, Penny's not Totally comfortable in cars, that's good to note

Calling your mom the 'world's worst driver' when your whole life got flipped, turned upside down by a horrific collision is... a move, for sure

"She's insensitive! She refuses to take anything seriously! I don't want her around you while you're readjusting. She doesn't treat you well enough. She treats you like... like you're not..." "...like I'm not sick. She treats me as she treats any other person. Have you ever thought that that may be one of the reasons I want her here while I'm readjusting? Everyone treats me like I need their pity. I don't want pity. I just want to be seen as normal again. Isn't that one of the reasons I'm supposed to adjust?" (go off, Penny, this Is a constant trope in media surrounding disability with the whole 'they're Different because they treat me like I'm Not Sick', usually in an othering way that sets up the chill character as a Super Good Person, but as someone who has had her fair share of people acting weirdly delicate around me, I must admit that I do get it. Plus, something about this being the main character getting into an argument with her mother and not like a side character propping up the MC, I'm gonna give it a pass)

Apparently there is only one nurse in this hospital, seeing how it's always been the same nurse helping out lol

Penny, you did Not bully your mom by standing up for your friend, stop feeling bad

'I wasn't much of a drinker in the first place. I'd always been Chrys' designated driver, so even when I went out to clubs, I'd always made sure to watch how much I was drinking. While she was out on the dance floor and downing shots, I could be found sitting at the bar, avoiding creepy guys and sipping at a soda.' okay maybe Chrys Isn't the best friend ever actually

Omg her mom owns a smartphone in 2009, how fancy

Pulled up to a red light, Penny saw a boy sitting in the backseat of the car beside them, and, huh, it's the boy she saw when leaving the hospital two weeks ago

'Why had I remembered him? What about him had stuck out enough to make me recognize his face? He looked like any other eleven-year-old preteen.' how odd, and totally not going to be relevant going forwards

Penny owns a much more reasonable flip-phone

Her medication having a side-effect of nausea, which is disrupting her eating habits and something she's struggling with, is honestly a nice little detail. I mean, rip, obviously, but nice that it was something I was tracking

I could do with a little less commentary on her body. Like, I think there are ways to make it a point that she's distressed and feeling wrong in her own body, but this is somehow almost glorifying it despite it being clearly a bad thing?? idk it just feels weird

I think genuinely part of the problem here is that in 2015, the word 'fat' still felt largely like a 'bad word', especially as any kind of descriptor. The modern body positivity movement had already begun pushing for rethinking how we approached topics around our bodies, but if the verbiage was encouraging us to stop trying to beat around the bush with varying descriptors or breaking the taboo from the word 'fat', I hadn't personally gotten there yet. So instead of focusing on the fact that Penny, prior to her accident, was fat, and now is significantly thinner (which, again! is not a thing, unless there is a serious lapse of care while she was unconscious), the descriptions mostly focus on how Thin she is now, rather than the body dysmorphia she's experiencing. Not that I would've known the phrase for that at the time.

'As though to mark off my territory, the sink in the [downstairs] bathroom was littered with bottles of soap, makeup, hair products, and the like. It was enough to drive my father away from using it. Once, in an emergency, he'd used my bathroom, and then tried to wash his hands with mousse.' okay, maybe a little bit 'man who doesn't know anything about anything feminine' of him but I do actually find that a little silly and endearing

Wait a second...

Okay, spoiler alert, although it's pretty obvious, but the boy that she keeps seeing, yk, the 'boy of my imagination', is supposed to be just that, only visible to Penny

So why tf did she write in her journal that the boy was jaywalking and her dad had to swerve to avoid him?? wouldn't he have just driven through him??

'And get this: the boy was at the restaurant, too. He was just sitting at some table with a young woman who looked like she was babysitting him. There are two things I know. 1) There's something weird going on with this boy. I don't know why I keep running into him, and I don't know why his face stands out so much, but it's got to mean something, and 2) there is no possible way for someone to reach the restaurant that fast. It's not just unrealistic, it's impossible. He'd have had to sprint there, or jumped into some taxi and passed us. But when we saw him, he was in the middle of his meal.' (Penny hasn't heard of the concept of Identical Twins. Or simply People Looking Alike)

Chrys has been acquired

'I hadn't realized just how much I'd missed her until she was sitting in the front seat of our car, talking about how our Intro to Journalism teacher had broken his ankle after falling off of a desk.' very Dead Poets Society of him lol ...also why are you two college juniors taking Intro to Journalism???

'I led Chrys back to my room, and when she entered, she immediately flopped herself down onto my bed. In her sopping wet clothes.' Chrys noooooooooo

Woooow this Hawaiian family loves to eat pineapple... pineapples aren't even native to Hawaii, Teri... you're thinking of Hawaiian pizza... which was first created in Canada... and named after a brand, not the state

I'm sorry, Chrys, I know she's not been able to get to a theater in the past several months, but in your first time hanging out together since your friend nearly died, the first movie you decide to have your friend watch is THE BOY IN THE STRIPED PAJAMAS????

I know it was a new release at the time but holy shit

More Temperance Movement Teri making an appearance yet again

Tbf, at least this time, it seems like this is more in reaction to Chrys having potentially an actual like addiction and expressing concern, and not just side-eyeing literally any and all alcohol

You guys only stayed up until 1AM? Weak sauce, if that was me hanging out with my best friends, we'd see the sun before we went to sleep

Anyways, I continue to hate Penny's mom, who's implied to have a history of fat-shaming her daughter

Okay onto Chapter 5!

Girl wtf do you have against glasses??? Saying that both to 2015 Teri and Chrys rn, who's telling Penny to wear her contacts when they go out

'Chrys was putting on her eyeliner with a master's hand. I'd never learned how she was so good at applying makeup, but I was secretly jealous of her talent at it. Not that I'd ever tell her that. Her ego didn't need inflating.' hey!! Penny!! be a girl's girl!! compliment your best friend's makeup!!! that's an order!!!!

Classic case of 'near-death experience draws person to religion', which I really can't speak to the accuracy of, but I apparently wanted to make Penny a churchgoer

Which I wouldn't entirely disregard as a concept, but, again, there needs to be nuance, which 17 year old Mostly-Liberal Craddle-Catholic Teri did not have

'A split second before the crash, I'd found myself praying to a god that I hadn't known I'd believed in.' siri, play Breakeven by The Script

Penny just referred to the suburbs as the 'burbs' i'm cackling

"See, Penny, your family is not from Honolulu. This is Honolulu, you just live in some small town outside of it." "I live in the suburbs of Honolulu!" I argued. "It still counts!" "If it takes me an hour and a half to get to your house from Manoa, it's not Honolulu." (considering that, according to Google maps, driving an hour and a half in any direction from Manoa University would land you in The Pacific Ocean, I'm going to have to side with Chrys on this one, Penny you're not from Honolulu)

Inaccuracies aside, having petty little arguments like that with friends is very silly and fun, actually. My friends and I got into a very divisive argument in college which culminated in half of our house deciding that I pronounce my own name incorrectly, and to this day, this topic will come up semi-regularly

So Penny keeps referencing this trip as going 'downtown', and while according to a preliminary Google search, there is a section of the city referred to as 'Downtown Honolulu' it's more like the cultural/government center than, yk, shopping district. But also this is 100% because I was in year 7 of living in Germany and stuff like shopping centered less on places like malls and more a literal downtown, typically walkable hub of the city. I miss those.

Okay I did include a mall, genuinely can't wait to see my take on it

Ah yes, the most popular clothing store of 2009: JC Penney's

'I followed Chrys into the [mall], where we immediately came upon a food court. The sight of people eating everywhere made my stomach growl, something that I tried to hide from Chrys. She wouldn't be happy to be sidetracked from shopping, so I let her lead me through the crowds of people and out of the food court.' Penny I am Begging for you to stand up for yourself omg

Oh right, they're here to buy Penny new clothes.

This scene is about to be unbearable.

Another boy sighting!

Something tells me Penny shouldn't be walking around this much and this casually three weeks after having been bedridden for 6 months

Kinda wild that her mom allowed Chrys to have the keys to their car, too, especially given the two of them Hate Each Other

"Who are you looking for?" Chrys asked. Something made me lie. "Nobody specifically. I just haven't seen so many people at once in a while." (she's already feeling paranoid from the boy's presence, excellent)

Second boy sighting in the same chapter, wild day

He was hanging out in a group of tourists but disappeared before Penny could point him out to Chrys

It's not called a 'tab' when you just ordered food, Penny, that's the bill lol

CHRYSANTHE, your friend told you she was overwhelmed by crowds and you decided to bring her to a CLUB??

'Chrys let go of the wheel and put her hands up in defense. "You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have suggested it. Let's just go back to your house. April 22, 2009 I knew Chrys and I shouldn't have gone to a club.' (classic cliffhanger)

Ending Thoughts:

Okay, we've definitely broken a little farther away from reality here, mostly once Chrys arrived on the scene. The focus has been taken a bit off Penny's recovery, though it's still very centrally reoccurring in her thoughts and how she's approaching her life. It's just not as all-consuming as one would expect, given what she went through. I will say, I could really do without the painful approach I chose for body dysmorphia. Almost anything would've been better than what I chose, actually. The little comments about her body keep sneakily striking at the most random moments, too. Just when I start getting comfortable, there it is! Hopefully, if Penny has now acquired a new wardrobe, we can move on to more important things. Like figuring out what the hell is going on with this random kiddo popping up so frequently. Yk, the plot.

[the-firebird69]

So he says we'll set a date for getting that douchebag out of here and mac daddy says there's a good idea send some goals on this prick out of office out of the apartment out of Port Charlotte and punta Gorda

-today we are anticipating a check from FEMA no it's not coming yet but it is cut and it's being sent and we think it'll come this week so Trump is trying to mess it up already there's a lot of people that will be involved and will make it get here.

-among other things we don't want the effect that has a lot of people will want him to make things make things happen and so on because of this piece of s*** Trump and not because of him and he'll be dead that's the result and the guy won't stop

-we have a couple other things his aunts and uncle are afraid because Trump is bothering the s*** out of them and it's for helping out at the hospital and what he says is you have to pour it on that's the kind of guy that Trump is he doesn't have like the he has Asperger's and that's what it is and one of his girls is helping out cuz the hospital is making her pay money she doesn't have you can't get to them and they're stupid the same people and they know it so she was angry and now people are understanding it she has money now.

-things are going poorly for them and they are being oppressed we think that he gets angry and goes after Preston cuz he traces where he goes from the hospital that's what his job is and we think that he finds out that Trump is moving people to these pyramids and what stupid is our son says it might be a few people who are dumber than hell and he says that's great just now just spent they need to die he needs to be a lit on fire and that's it you're helping the max to the maximum.

-another thing that's going on is these people in the hospital are sick of it and they want Preston out of there and they're trying to get them out what really happens is a bit different than Trump stuffing him into a pyramid he goes up there and disappears let's find out later that his own people grab him and imitate some people and it's going to be a hell of a time they go up there and they fight Uncle Phil it's really BG is it Uncle Phil format and it's kind of lame in that format and he's going to put up a fight with any passes away and he shrinks and shrinks he's kind of passed away but not really and have a funeral it's coming up pretty quick cuz her son going up there made it some stuff happen and he avoided the Preston ceremony cuz he knows about it Ken did too by the way he could have gone to it he had his clothes and he can leave and come back the hospital can refuse to treat him but they can't stop him from leaving and he doesn't have to tell them we left now there's a few other things going on this is very huge. And getting bigger and people can see it's getting very big there's fighting here in town all the time it's getting intense our son thinks he's here in gunshots and it might be true they're far enough away that they can't get here with too much effect but he says they might take out an eye and we don't want that so yeah we agree with you and people are upset with them for doing it they said stop shooting around here you idiots and Chris you're not helping with your joyous laughter it's not joyous I can't cry when I'm laughing while you do it's not something I'm physically capable of doing that's all that's Trump about that one and only says is and Bryan about our son here but this is happening now couple other things

-it's going to be very cold coming this morning and last night and her son had two heaters and he closed the windows and it was nice and it warmed up a bit quite a bit and he wasn't cold people noticed it and he said what heaters to get ceramic heaters are selling out globally the very safe compared to every single heater out there the element eats up you can get it wet you can drop it over you can do all sorts of stuff it doesn't do anything the element cools off and it's not hot enough to ignite stuff and it's ceramic so people say that saves lives and it does I wouldn't suggest dropping it on purpose or getting it wet but it does save lives he did it because he wanted to heater in a boat and he didn't want to possibly night gas fumes now tons of boaters use it and these people are boaters so it's everywhere and he's going to get help from it. Now he they say you got help and he did and it's his invention and hers now we want him to have funding from it and we're pushing for it and a lot of our guys getting very mad and they're hiring tons of us it's working he has a lot of inventions

-on top of that they're extremely irate about yesterday they did not want him to see that or hear it and they got mad they want revenge on these assholes we're doing on purpose and both sides in this stupid coming up is the dropping of the cavern and practically all of them are going to die. Trump just won't leave but they might go down whereas other people think they're immune because of what happened it's like the reverse of what we need right now but a Mac morlock died okay they just can't get there in numbers a bunch of them died so they know about it what a nightmare okay you're holding her son here you're trying to make him sick have you noticed it doesn't work it's clearing out the medicine.

-which brings us to another point he has around 3.2% and it's dropping for real the radiation is higher right now it's up to 24 and a couple minutes 25 night it's coming down from 25 and he got a good dose his windows are wide open he said I'm about 24 and he's at a 24 and we say it and he it's thicker and he's going to feel better so it's going to be a decent day and he's going to probably go around there's nothing to do and he needs some bike seat he's trying to take her away to get one Walmart doesn't have any that don't go upwards.

-there's other things happening but this is pretty big

Thor Freya

Olympus

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: To answer your question: Simple. 1. They don't care. They're all "pure" of heart. They just want to do what their whimsical little hearts tell them do, free of any inhibitions or thinking. 2. Here's another way to look at it. They're all Nagito after he found out Hajime has no talent in dr2. He was an asshole to Hajime. Ironically tho, Izuru, the ultimate hope, a being that represented what Nagito would adore most is this world, is Hajime too.

They all adore the legend and beauty of the idea of The Savior (talent) but the minute they lay eyes on The Savior, they grow sick and repulsed at the fact they exist cuz it goes against what they feel. "Oh The Savior is so wonderful and graceful and gallant" >>> "How dare someone better than us exist?! How dare they tell us what to do?!" >>> "Oh the legends of heroic deeds that The Savior has done are wonderful, aren't they?" Rinse repeat.

I'm sure I said this before. Honestly, everything could have been avoided if 1. Those assholes did what they told to do and made the goddamn sword (don't ask) instead of being lazy or 2. Morgan (the "Makoto" turned "Izuru" antagonist character I showed the viewpoint of for you) also did what she told to do and SLAUGHTERED THEM ALL. Unbiased ruthless genocide of everyone. No saving them, no ruling them, just a wave of death and closing the curtain on everything. Honestly would have been a mercy kill to her actual good friends too.

Now I'm going to explain more I didn't get to say previously that will make things sound even worse.

Take this into consideration. Follow along with me and chronology of events to see why all these pieces of shit deserve to die. 1. Let's just say "God" (I can't spell his name) was a swell guy and created this entire land and all the people. They all worshipped him and there was love and peace for a while. Until they realized that "God" is above them as people and they didn't like someone better than them existing and telling them what to do. So they decided to kill his priestess/wife, throw her corpse down a pit, poison him (to this day idk how they managed to poison someone as fucking gigantic and all powerful as him but regardless), and seal him in that same pit. Sigh. 2. Then, the world itself summons Morgan to bring order and peace to the land now that god is dead for now. You already know how this turned out. 3. Next, the world itself told Morgan to kill everyone (yes that's right. Imagine if the entire planet itself was disgusted with its global population so much that it plotted to kill them all) and gave her a spear to do it. Morgan chose still to save everyone and betrayed the world. 4. So the world created Oberon (the third Junko character I mentioned) to kill everyone and more specifically beat Morgan. Honestly, this was an INGENIOUS plan. Morgan is downright TERRIFIED of bugs. However this plan got fucked over cuz Morgan had friends who took care of Oberon. Loophole. 5. And so the world decided to recreate Morgan. The next Savior/Chosen One: Artoria Caster (Castoria). ...the fuckers treated her the same way... The sole reason she survived long enough was cuz of Oberon. They treated her so terribly that Oberon himself, who was born to hate any Chosen One, felt that despite this, he was disgusted by those fuckers and how they treated her that he took care of Castoria in secret and taught her fire magic and awkward magic for survival.

That's straight up the equivalent of saying Makoto was so abused and hurt by everyone that Junko herself, despite knowing that Makoto will end her in the future, couldn't take seeing him suffer anymore and taught him the power of Hope. Wow.

And here's something incredibly wacky as fuck. This goes to show how crazy insane those fuckers were. The village that castoria once lived at were originally going to ritual sacrifice her cuz they were assholes. Why didn't they? Was it cuz Morgan's army was coming? Did they gain a sense of heart for once? No. The sheer thought and joy of being able to sacrifice someone for no reason caused them all to, I kid you not, start having an celebratory orgyfest of killing each other, eating each other, burning everything down, and destruction. WTF. By the time Morgan's army arrived, they saw a wave of fucking crazy lunatic psychos doing wtf things so they did the only sensible thing and killed who was left in order to not have anymore of these heretics spread. Castoria literally slept through all this chaos.

Sorry for talking about this so much. I got a bit too passionate about how much love to hate this Avalon chapter. I'll just end it with this happy note.

2 years later, we did get swimsuit summer versions of Morgan, Castoria, Barghest (the "Sakura" character), Melusine ("mukuro" character), Baobhan Sith (can't spell her name, the "Mikan" character), and even hell a summer uniform for Oberon. All I can say I'm truly glad i finally see them all smile again. Pointers to Melusine who doesn't have to think about anything terrible anymore and can now focus on/have fun doing shoryukens, gushing over firearm artillery, gushing over being a fighter jet herself, drinking her favorite drink of soy sauce mixed with honey and alcohol (dragons have weird taste), and most importantly, her absolute joy and hobby to straight up CUCK ALL HER FRIENDS by constantly Constantly trying to fuck the protagonist despite the fact that her friends like them too and called dibs. Barghest can enjoy a life without her curse and enjoy being a fire fighter muscle mommy maid. Baobhan sith can just sit down and read a book for once instead of thinking about all the abuse she endured. And Oberon can enjoy being a neet hikkomori trolling us about melons. (We live in the fucking Artic; where the hell are we going to get fresh melon?)

//To me it just sounds like whoever wrote that chapter just has zero faith in humanity as a species.

//We have the potential to be the worst creatures on the planet, true, but we also have the potential to be the best.

//Nothing in the world is evil by nature, not even us.

-Mod