#can we try to see this series isn't not black and white maybe

[writerformanymuses]

them: he manipulated them, killed their daughter, and fucked their heads. he's the villain! he's a sick twisted villain!

me: the 500+ year old vampire? with severe trauma? and zero support for his very obvious neurodivergence? the child sex slave? the dogmatically groomed prized possession? the cult victim? the 'has to figure out how to please people and blend in to survive and avoid further abuse' character? the 'regimented and desperate for order and sense of purpose so yeah he tries to do the job he is forced into to the letter' coven leader? the 'frequently abandoned, misused, and neglected so clearly he's developed frantic control issues to not lose his only sense of stability and comfort' one?

next day edit: hold on, i'm not done. i'm sitting here at lunch the next day and i really can not shake that some people do not get the point.

it's not that i'm gonna excuse villainous behavior. the tiny gremlin did all that shit, and his ass is gonna go in time out, but TO ME, the whole fucking point of the show is that no one is really the villain.

that's because they are ALL FUCKING AWFUL. all differently bad, all differently broken. the closest thing to a saint we got is madeline, so sure go off calling her the only good one im in agreement, but they are ALL A GODDAMN NIGHTMARE.

the beauty of this entire series, particularly the books for me but i do love the show, is that the nuance and wiggle room between monstrosities and man is the poetry of the story. it is beautiful that these creatures have this tiny gasps of heart and happiness and hope despite who and what they are.

i can scream into the void all week about armand and claudia and daniel bc those are the characters i most identify with bc of my own personal trauma. HOWEVER, that does not take away my ability to see that EVERYONE needs therapy.

put their asses on a vampiric SSRI, tell them to all fuck eachother and get the orgy over with, and then have an honest to god conversation about their feelings.

DAMN.

okay anyway, going back to work.

[shaisuki]

❝ WARPED ENDS. ❞

✞ FEATURING. BULLY! GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU

▶ SERIES MASTERLIST

CONTENT WARNINGS. college au + heavy bullying + alcohol consumption + smut + dubious consent + humiliation + gojo and geto's pov + threats + abuse of power + not proofread + DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

NOTES. nothing eventful about this. only gojo and geto's pov and the next chapter is going to be serious for real. it might be a boring chapter to you. as always thank you for the endless support of this. a major timeskip will happen in the next chapter.

SYNOPSIS. they didn't know that would be the last time they will see you.

it's almost natural.

how your body melds against their own. filling the gaps and crevices and the comfort it brought to them. they can't help it. how your body provided warmth and the pleasure as it courses throughout their body. you were simply divine on your own. the clothing they bought for you was simply irresistible on you. they never tell you that but their actions told you.

the blue and white corset type top of they bought for you sealed the deal. flattering the shape of your body and just makes the swell of your stomach makes it more sexier than it was. the shopping trip was really the way to get you out of your boring clothes and access was made easier.

“twirl.” suguru order you to so and you spun your heel. turning around slowly for them to examine. “you look pretty for once.” geto smirks in approval. drinking in the sight of your plump figure in that top paired with that black skirt that rest in your mid-thigh showing that thick thighs squished together.

“don't be so fucking tense.” satoru's voice rumbles. annoyed by your shaking. it was the nerves. it wasn't the mocking kind of voice he uses to you instead it was harsh. chastising you for such rigid posture. “satoru, you can be so stern sometimes. go easy on (y/n). she's not used to this.” geto tuts at gojo's behavior. satoru rolled his eyes at him. “that's why she should start learning to be grateful.” shaking his head and he looks at you. shivering and cowering in the sound of his voice. it doesn't help that they were both staring at you like a piece of meat to be examined.

the duo stands up from they were seated. their tall stature towering over you and helpless you are when they surrounded you like this. “that's only for the good, baby. we're going to a party later and we need you to look best, okay?” suguru explains it to you and thus wiring your brain to believe it was only for the good. damn well you know they have the reputation to uphold. “maybe, we can help you to loosen up?” he added. “just trust us.” he says and his hands are holding to the exposed skin where your skirt doesn't cover it.

your lips are warm. smooth too as it brushes to his lips. there's also a hint of sweetness of it too. maybe that's the reason why he likes kissing you. groaning when you pull his hair as he kisses you. swirling his tongue in the expanse of your mouth while his friend kisses your other lips. he can't stop. how he can stop when you taste so good. air was being a problem too. although it frustrates him from the lack of air he needed to let go. both of you are softly panting. catching each other's breaths and gojo stares at your face. you got eyes that can rival his even it's the same as everyone else but when he say it is, it is. he stares at it. trying to find the answers you possibly hold in this life and maybe it's in there and his eyes went to your lips. the softest pair of lips he had kissed. it was like mochi. soft when you bite into it and before he could get lost to your eyes. he catches your lips again and he wishes that breathing isn't such a problem.

suguru let out a satisfied hum. your skirt are carefully bunched in your waist while his large hands holds your ass. your legs are hooked to his shoulders while he laps at your heat. flicking his tongue against your holds and sucking your cute, little bean that got you whining. muffled by his friend's mouth who got you silent. his hand possessively wrapped around your round stomach. your thighs trembled, it made him feel goddamn proud that you were so feeling good that you unconsciously grind to him. you say you don't like it but your body doesn't lie.

“ngh-mmm” geto hums as he hear you whine in the kiss. you're getting close so he sticks his finger into your dripping hole. sucking your clit while he pumps his finger to your cunt. obscene noises of your cunt squelching as he thrusts his fingers fueled him more to pump it faster until your thighs are too weak to support itself.

gojo breaks the kiss. swiping his lips with his tongue at the saliva both of you exchanged. “look, suguru. (y/n)-chan's cumming.” he said in astonishment. biting your lips as suguru push you into your release. the man below you bestowed only harsh sucks to your poor little clit. gojo laughing at your reaction before dipping to pepper your cheeks with kisses going down to your nape and to your neck. “haaa” you moan out as suguru brought you to your release. your juices gushing down and staining his mouth in which he laps up. not wasting a drop. he licks his lips and seductively licking his fingers clean. “now, it's our turn.”

eyes almost rolling in the back of their head. eyes closed as they came inside you. cocks throbbing as spurts after spurts of their cum are deeply spilled inside of your holes. satoru can't help but to curse. muttering fuck as your cunt squeezes his cock that is deeply nestled inside you and suguru bites your ear. you weren't doing good either. softly panting, sweat beading in your face from how good they have fucked you. almost limp in their hold and after the glow of their post orgasm. they carefully laid down their play toy.

suguru watches you scramble to grab the wet wipes you always have after they dumped their load inside you. running down in your thighs as their spent quickly dried upon being exposed in the cold air. he grabs the wipes from your hand and kneels in front of you. kissing your thighs first before gently wiping the stains of their cum. he wanted you to look presentable, after all you were going to a party. your first, not surprised anything from your lack of experience. people would not want to waste time to talk with you let alone invite you. you're only getting the ticket because of them.

he slowly pulls your skirt down. straightening the slight crumple of your skirt by flattening it between his fingers. he almost laughs seeing as your thighs quiver. you recover slow than the both of them. in his kneeled down position, he can see your stomach poking from that tight corset top. it really does suit you. he and satoru bought that top for you in a size smaller just to see the features you have that you are bothered it. see as you squirm and pull that tight fit clothing in your body so they just could reprimand you.

it's a damn well spent of a money. that he can't help but to say it aloud. your face turning into one of a bashful expression and he finds you so adorable and easy to play with. just say something good and you turn putty in them that it was getting difficult to let you go. satoru being the one who keeps insisting about you. yapping about you every time when you're not around. he keeps his hands holding your thighs together while satoru plays the bow in your top. enthralled by it like he was some sort of a cat. “suguru, can we have more with (y/n)-chan?” absentmindedly asking him about it. geto taps your thighs after he was in cleaning you up. suguru thinks about it but they're already running late even he still wants to. you're just damn irresistible in your new clothes. carefully chosen by them.

suguru chuckles. “idiot, we're already running late, after that we can.” satoru's expression changes into something of annoyed. what a spoiled brat. he thinks but the latter quickly agreed with him. “tch, party pooper.” he ignores the comment and moves his attention to you. he notices the look in your face. one that he knows that you're in a huge discomfort and everything bothers you. nervously chewing your bottom lip.

he grasp your jaw to look at him. “smile, this is your first real party. you're going to enjoy this.” you simply nod then his tone that is somewhat comforting changes into something more of commanding. “ditch us and you know what will happen.” he warns you cause simply you have the habit of being a stubborn bitch. known for defying orders from them and go later crying after being punished. then he simply smiles as he lets go of your jaw.

this is peak college. what really defines college is the parties. the loud music, the shouts of everybody who is simply having fun or simply getting wasted and mostly the pretty girls they can ogle at.

suguru and satoru both glances at you behind them. you look like you were going to run and cry and before you could do anything of what they were thinking. they pull you. shoving you inside with them and a smile instantly lit in their faces. they are what makes a party complete. they ignored you as the passes everybody who greeted them. girls who wants the time of their life and guys who either looks up on them or completely despises them. both grabbing their drinks and satoru caught a glimpse of that zen'in heir annoyingly coming to them.

fuck naoya zen'in. the damn guy was like a year younger than him and acts like they were equal since he insists on convincing them that they were on the same breeding and status alike. they were kings and everything is just plebians around them but satoru contradicts everything of it. his only equal was suguru and everyone else is nothing.

he made it clear and since then naoya started to hold animosity for him. well, he does. who could blame him. he's gojo satoru. he's blessed and could be god's divine creation.

“gojo you son of a bitch. you came.” naoya greeted him and although was gojo was putting a facade he did want nothing more than to wipe the smirk on naoya's face. he just greeted him the same. a way that he could pissed the damn guy.

“ah, zen'in. wouldn't miss this just i could wipe that smirk off your face.” he almost laugh as naoya's smile drops. already quipping a snarky remark until he notices you and satoru didn't like that one bit from how naoya was looking at you. naoya's demeanor turning into a flip upon laying eyes on you. a smirk on his lips. “you two in fat bitches now?” pointing at you with cup in his hands and he scoffs. “none of your business, zen'in.” shooting him a glare but thanks to the dark glasses he wore, naoya's oblivious to it. “then you two wouldn't mind me using her.” he suggested and before he can respond, he hears suguru clicking his tongue. annoyed and pissed and it was not like suguru to get worked up over this. “fuck off.” it was obvious from what suguru wants and naoya sensing the venom in geto's words, raises his hand in mock defeat and disappears in a place where they don't give a shit about.

he was just so angry that naoya could look at you the way they see you. out from anger and he sees you standing behind them. he can't stop the words coming out from his mouth. “you're an embarrassment.” he says without hesitation and he maybe did regret saying that to you after seeing you bite your lower lip and the quick blinking of your eyes that you were holding tears. adding to injury was satoru trying to calm him down. “hey, hey suguru.” gojo taps his shoulder. “let loose, don't naoya get to you.” his best friend assures him and glances down to you. his bright blue eyes peering to show you he was serious and then let the salt burn to your wound. “you're right.” he pauses for a bit with eyes cold staring at you. “find a seat, (y/n). you're embarrassing us now with you around.” he watches you slowly retreat to lick your own wounds.

fuck. he shouldn't have said that. naoya getting better to him and what the hell he is thinking. he couldn't give a damn about what you were feeling. he needed a drink and so then he left satoru and also keeping tabs in where you are. a good girl. you settle in the corner where wasted and just other students who were just to chill gathered.

this is a party and he was going to enjoy it. he quickly grabs a bottle then proceeds to talk with someone who didn't bother to remember their name. just get down to whatever nonsense he can ride on. this is better until his anger simmers down. a temporary distraction to what he really feels and satoru could fuck himself for now.

“satoru.” gojo was taking a swig of his drink when a girl approached him. calling his name like they were lovers but it was more like an ex-fling. never had a relationship with her. she was only a temporary fun. “ah, sar—ah, sayuri.” he almost curses at himself. sayuri playfully pouts at him and there it is, the batting of eyelashes. “that's mean, satoru. you already forgot me.” her lips puckers before placing a hand in his chest. if this was a another party of gojo and he really liked this girl. he briefly remembers her. sayuri — he had hots for her a long time ago.

he would have taken her upstairs but you were here. he caught you in the corner. you were like a child in awe at the people in this house. gojo almost chuckles at your cute antics but suppressed it and then a cruel idea pops in his mind. “missed me?” he asks sayuri and there was no answer needed as he crashes his lips to sayuri. his sight never leaving yours and when you caught him. he watch as your eyes widens, you lower your head in embarrassment before chugging that drink in your cup in one swig. he smirks in the kiss as he watches you wiped your tears away. he always liked making you cry.

did he kiss this chick just to see you get upset. yes, he did. your reactions are priceless and tonight you didn't disappoint. thanks to this sayuri girl. he pulls her more just to kiss her deeper out of gratitude.

this was starting to bore him and suguru dismisses himself. wanting to be in your presence again. he did promise himself to show you a good time cause this was your real party you were going to experience. he still finds you in the corner where you made yourself comfortable. instead of watching the crowd like you the wallflower you are. he finds you with your head hung low and your hands wiping the tears rolling down in your cheeks. you were used to their harsh words and you did cry in almost of them but never publicly. it was for their eyes only and seeing you in distress that you weren't ashamed to bawl your eyes out he finds the reason.

suguru is no stranger to finding satoru making out with some random girl cause he is too. whomever he finds interesting and good enough gets him, so is satoru. he taps his friend's back to gain his attention in which he successfully did. shoving the girl he was making out with earlier. “what suguru?” sometimes satoru was just simply annoying him with questions but he didn't have the strength to entertain his silly questions when there are more important matters and that is you leaving this party.

he points the door where you just left and satoru gets the message and so then they passed the crowd to follow.

it wasn't hard to find you with the students who was going in the same way with you and they were pissed that they had to get away from that crowd just to get you. you better prepare yourself they're not getting easy on you after this.

they easily catches up to you. their tall stature made it easier for them. gojo was the first one to grab you. pulling your arm harshly to stop you from your tracks and turning you around to face them. “we told you, you don't leave without us. do you really want to get punished, (y/n)-chan?” he asks you but it was weird. along with your tear stained face. you were emotionless like you were numb. something is definitely wrong and suguru knows that too but ignored it cause they were angry at you or rather disappointed.

you were really being stubborn tonight. suguru was about to help satoru to drag you but you sat in the ground. you were giving them a hard time and they were calling for both of them and not wanting to be seen in commotion with you. geto warned you. “we're going back to you later.” and they left you followed by the cheers of the everybody partying as the stars once joined them again.

they didn't know that is the last time they were going to see you again.

you disappeared that night and they left for tomorrow to give you a lesson but instead you were gone. they went to your classes. your dormitory and asked your roommate but they were clueless or where you could have gone. it continued for a week and then your dorm room was nothing. no signs of you as they cleared out. suguru searched for your whereabouts. nothing. they also went to go as far contacting your parents but also nothing. they could be lying which maybe the case but satoru finds out, they were not.

there's only a message of what happened to you. a message from shoko. their closest friend who was currently interning at a hospital not far from the university.

shoko: what have you done you idiots!?

and it was just like that.

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[erinelliotc]

A few years ago I used to be that annoying "transmasc lesbians don't exist, this shit is harmful and invalidates both transmascs and lesbians" person, and now I'M the transmasc lesbian. Seems like the tables have turned, huh?

I've spent so many months, years, trying so hard to fit into these categories that I saw so many people talk about as if it were the definitive truth, and this shallow and simplistic vision seems to be gaining a lot of attention and traction here in Brazil. Isn't it ironic to free yourself from cisnormativity and heteronormativity and all these binary boxes to find yourself again trying to fit into other boxes and norms that don't actually describe your experience correctly? Because your experience with gender is so chaotic and confusing (as expected of a nonbinary identity, and even more so if you're neurodivergent too) that there's no simple way to describe it. Then when you find out what describes this, people say you can't identify yourself that way because two or more of your identities are "incompatible". I see people treating non-binarity as if it were an exact science, as if it were math, as if it were something simple and logical, as it is precisely the escape from what has been established in our society as the only two possible options, generating countless identities within a gray area outside this black and white vision, so of course it's something complex, abstract and subjective.

EDIT: One of my reasons for thinking this way was that I ignored that the transgender experience and the cisgender experience aren't and will never be equivalent. It's obvious that a cis man can't be a lesbian, but the same doesn't go for transmasc people, and I thought that admitting that was the same as being transphobic, denying the masculinity of transmascs, denying their male identity. I already had a debate on Twitter because people didn't want to admit that trans men and transmasc people in general can suffer misogyny and male chauvinism (as society can still see and treat us as women) because they also saw it as the same as saying transmasc people are women. The identity of trans people is a very complex experience that involves a series of factors that cis people will never experience. We cannot equate the trans experience with the cis experience.

I thought identifying as a butch lesbian was enough to describe my masculinity, but I realized that I felt like it didn't encompass everything I felt, I still felt like something was missing. Preventing and depriving myself of identifying with more explicit masculine identities was actually making me feel bad and dysphoric. So yeah, I've been avoiding identifying with male-aligned identities because I thought that would mean having to stop identifying as a lesbian, and I didn't want that, and I don't really feel like calling myself straight makes any sense.

I have a text in Portuguese talking about my experience as a butch lesbian, and I feel that now it also serves to describe my experience as a nonbinary transmasc (the part where I talk about not identifying with "traditional masculinity", but with a "different type", like "soft masculinity", is directly related to the fact that, in addition to being nonbinary, I don't identify as a man, I don't feel comfortable with the term "man", but rather with "boy"). I spent a few months wondering whether I was libramasculine or boyflux, and I ended up deciding that if I can't identify which one I am, maybe it makes more sense to just adopt both identities, maybe I am both then! I'm tired of trying to fit into supposed rules about being nonbinary. This is exactly how non-binarity shouldn't be. I'm supposed to feel free, not trapped again. My identity is my identity and that's nobody's business.

[sanjarka]

Top 5 (or 10) things the books did better than the movies?

i am not the person you should be asking this. you have given me way to much power to shit on the movies. i already do that enough unprovoked.

if you love them please block my tag thg: movie criticism (or just block me😭). and trust me no one is happier than me if you enjoy them. i wish that i could too. but it's not happening.

THE BREAD SCENE - i know that time doesn't work the same way in a movie and in a book. i know that. but when a scene in a book is as well written as this one, as important as this one you can give it more than two fucking seconds. find a way for it work i literally don't care. that's your job. this is THE moment that established who katniss is/was who peeta/is was. their connection. asterid's mental health issues. and honestly maybe there is no way to do it justice in a movie format. BECAUSE IT SHOULD BE A SERIES. cause the timing would work so much better. you could basically do an entire episode with how detailed this scene is.

the seam/merchant divide in d12 - which is yet another thing the bread scene established that isn't just not done well but doesn't even exist in the movies. and that's not okay. suzanne plays it safe honestly by not explicitly stating that katniss is not white and i really dislike that. cause she can't be white and she isn't white. obviously this is a story set in future and race is a socially constructed thing. it changes with time. who knows what is going to be considered non white or white in the future. katniss or anyone really isn't even aware of race as a concept but that doesn't mean the effects of it don't exist. they just have a different name for it. the seam people work in the mines but merchants have shops. seam kids take out the tesserae and because of that are more likely to be reaped. i mean peeta's mom treatment of katniss in the bread scene *is* racism. and considering the american history and the fact that d12 is in appalachia katniss should be played by a native actress. then we have the coveys being obviously inspired by romani people. and the fact that after the "new" panem is established almost all of them are killed. it's a literal genocide. and while i really loved rachel zegler's portrayal of lucy gray she, and all the rest of the coveys, should've been played by romani people. it was the decent thing to do. and ignoring race in a story that is set in what is left of america feels wrong. is wrong.

katniss and peeta feeling like actual teenagers and being compelling as characters - they are immature and they're petty and they're impulsive and they are kids. katniss does try to appear and treat herself as an adult but she truly rarely succeeds. cuting out her crying after shooting the pig was so incredibly stupid. and i really dislike jennifer lawrence's performance. is it the script or the director or her i don't know but there isn't a single moment where i feel like i get katniss from her. the acting isn't bad it just isn't katniss. because katniss - she cries... a lot. she leans onto peeta... a lot. she's sensitive and soft inside. she's also often more vulnerable with him than he is with her. and it's the same shit with josh. his lines were so often changed into things peeta would never say and instead of a complex interesting kid we get that stalker from the cave. he doesn't get pissed on the roof, he doesn't get hurt on the train, we don't see him with a black eye after the bread scene. he doesn't throw a lamp and a statue when angry which isn't good but it opens up his relationship with anger. which is a very heartbreaking one. and then his hijacking looses its narrative value.

haymitch's alcoholism being treated as a joke most of time is awful. it's just so sanitized. any pain and trauma is. maybe i'm remembering it wrong but doesn't katniss trial last a day instead of weeks in the movies. the games are to clean as well. especially the aftermath of the first ones. it's not supposed to be pretty.

on the topic of the first games - katniss and peeta not being back to back and putting the berries in their mouth. i know people love him touching her braid but it's wrong. in the movie they are really amping up the difference between the two katniss is looking up and he's touching her but in the book they are a team. and they trust each other. they.are.back.to.back. AND PEETA IS THE ONE SAYING HOLD THEM OUT I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE. and just in general everlark's dynamic is awful and boring. they don't fight on the roof, they don't challenge each other, they're not kids playing catch with the force field, katniss doesn't fall in love with his eyelashes and peeta doesn't fall in a love with a song. not really. the magic is gone. the music is gone and i'm watching a soulless action movie. and i hate it.

[utilitycaster]

Thank you for writing up that post about the engagement of the alleged themes in campaign 3. I've seen the argument for them and honestly that plus some of the C3 stuff has almost made me feel weird playing a cleric in this setting. The implications just are so unfortunate if it really is the angle they're going for?

Hi anon,

So I have two thoughts on this. The first is that like...it's actually really difficult to make a story set in a fantasy world that deals with racism and colonialism because you have to develop fantasy racism and colonialism, which is a really fucking unpleasant headspace to exist in! And then, if you do, you have what I alluded to in tags on a different post today, where you will get people up in arms about how D&D or an actual play show or a fantasy work depicts orcs or goblins as racist or antisemitic stereotypes and then it's crickets when it comes to any real-world support of black or Jewish people. Chuck Klosterman said sci fi is philosophy for stupid people, and I disagree, but I do think speculative fiction is frequently sociology, anthropology, and geopolitics for stupid people, particularly if it's a setting with a lot of magic and fantasy races vs say, works like Butler's Patternist series, or a lot of Latin American magical realism, or (girl who just finished Disco Elysium voice) Disco Elysium, where there's a lot more grounding in our reality. I think this post covers the concept of real vs mythic, and I think the Critical Role stuff with the gods is in the realm of the mythic and people are trying to force it into a very human narrative. And yeah, the implications are really unfortunate if you do.

I think it's worth noting that a lot of high-profile (and beloved) TTRPG/AP projects from actual people from colonized cultures imagine a world in which they were never colonized (I am far from an expert but just off the top of my head: Coyote and Crow; Into the Motherlands; Desiquest; Islands of Sina Una) rather than make a story where a bunch of mostly white characters explain how they are the victims of colonization from two separate sources and only really focus on the one that's way less obvious and true but don't worry they're GONNA FIX IT, maybe, idk, should we open this door? I just don't know! golly gee this is tough!

The second related thought is just that D&D isn't a game that is well-suited to dismantling complex political structures either on a narrative or literal level and also it's pretend so you can do what you want forever. I mean don't call other people slurs while playing it but if we're talking in-world? I genuinely think that people who are unabashed murderhobos in D&D are often perfectly fine, generous, and lovely people in real life, and a lot of people who are like "I unionized the goblins! We're playing non-combat D&D! I de-escalate every situation" are often the sort of person to claim it's ableist to suggest that perhaps you should try to use reusable shopping bags. Like, are you living your values in your real life and capable of critical thought? then who cares if your D&D character is kind of a dick, or the show you are watching doesn't align perfectly with what you believe? And I find people who get overly hung up on how good and virtuous they are for their media consumption tend to be compensating for a lack, or at best a deep insecurity, about how they comport themselves in their real life.

so anyway yeah if the cast actually is like "yes i see this as a decolonialist work" I am going to have Thoughts and Pretty Harsh Critiques but to grant the CR cast the benefit of the doubt here, I think it's just...a mythic, epic scale story that draws from interesting sources (creation myths, the idea of a world created as an envious reflection by a sealed hunger) and didn't come together very well. I cannot extend that same benefit of the doubt to those fans who have argued otherwise, however.

[kanohivolitakk]

Your recent posts reminded me of Greg wanting Matau to be the turncoat in WoS instead of Vakama and trying to make Vakama's fall from grace into something he apparently fakes in the novelization (failing bc it still comes off as a genuine fall from grace and tbh i think it enhances what the movie already had going for it). Its like he wants to make simple black-and-white sort of characters but he just keeps adding complexity to them apparently by mistake

Oh yeah, Greg really disliked Vakamas heel-turn and vocally expressed his distaste for it whenever asked what aspects of the series he personally didn't like or would've turned differently. Ironically the reasons he disliked Vakamas heelturn gives a really weird reading of Vakama: from what I recall he felt it was OOC for someone as dutybound, honorable and passionate of his job as a Toa as Vakama to abandon his duty and I'm just sitting here like. Greg. Are we talking about the same character? Vakama spent an entire arc seeing himself as not worthy of being a toa. How can you say a man who spent most of the story being in the refusal of call phase and struggles with self-worth wouldn't be suspectible for temptation?

I don't know if you know this, but your comment on Greg wanting to write simple black- and white morality actually isn't that off mark as you may think. Greg actually has said a few times that he doesn't like villain redemptions (or complex villains at all for that matter), and prefers to write simple villains, because that's just something he personally prefers. Interestingly Greg does like prefering complex heroes though, and loves to make heroes with flaws, who are tested and fail at times. He has actually explained this paradox a few time: goodness is challenging, evilness is simple to be tempted by and it is far easier for good guys to fall to the dark side than the other way around. His mindset is essentially that one classic Ursula Le Guin quote of how evilness is simple and good is complex.

And while I get that mindset idk..I just find that rather limiting. Maybe it is because I personally prefer when characters are human and complex regardless of their moral alingment but Greg's idea of heroes being complex and villains being simple never sat with me. Especially when a lot of his better written characters were villains and morally ambigious characters. While Greg did succeed in writing some compelling and likable heroes, he really excelled at making some damn memorable and at times interesting villains. So for Greg to dismiss some of his more morally complicated characters as being more simple than they come across in the text itself is rather frustrating. Like, Greg you wrote some damn interesting characters, stop making them less interesting than they actually are.

I also feel Greg's statement of villains and heroes is somewhat ironic when you remember that three of his best written and most memorable characters are: 1. arguably the only redeemed villain in the entire series 2. a morally ambigious catgirl who can flipflop between an antagonist and antihero depending on the story 3. Unholy fusion of Joker and Deadpool who started as a villain only for later stories to use him as either a neutral wildcard or outright antihero. All three are characters he has admitted of liking, with at least one of them (the catgirl) being among his personal favorites. So basically outliers to the general writing philosophy he had.

[authorautumnbanks]

Accidentally Dating (9)

Summary: A series of accidental dates and meetings between Kagome and Satoru over the years.

Pairing: KagomexSatoru

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Satoru pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue to stop himself from biting down on it. He's annoyed—sue him—anyone in his position would be. Where does this brat get off trying to steal his girl?

And no, he doesn't care if the brat in question is only like 5 or 6... or is he 4? Whatever; it doesn't matter. What matters is, Megumi is soaking up Kagome's affection and throwing subliminals his way. He's tempted to make a scene in this alley, but he doesn't want to embarrass Kagome... and he doesn't want to scare Megumi off. Even if the brat doesn't want to admit it, Megumi needs help. There's only so much time left until whatever funds he and sister have dries up.

Frankly, Satoru is shocked and a little miffed that not one person has stepped up to help them. Though on second thought, this place reeks of poverty. It's faint, but there's the scent of piss in the air mingled with the smell of food. The faster they get away from here, the better. The smoke residuals cannot be good for Kagome's lungs.

"No one wants a spiky broom," Megumi says, waving a hand in the air to punctuate his point. His dark blue shirt is too big for him, and his black shorts cut off right below his knees. "Tsumiki says we should get rid of it when the broom becomes unruly." Megumi glances at Satoru and then smiles up at Kagome.

Satoru's right eye twitches.

"That's true, but you two shouldn't have to worry about something like that," Kagome says, patting Megumi's dark hair that is spikier than Satoru's, mind you. "Unfortunately, your dad isn't—"

"I don't care about him," Megumi interrupts. "He must have more important things to do. He and Tsumiki's mom left us here. Alone." Megumi readjusts his backpack and then nods his head toward Tsumiki, who waves down at them from a balcony. By her feet is a basket of clothes.

Satoru crosses his arms. This area is run down. He can smell the creeps from where he is standing. This is no place for two small children to be living, much less on their own. It's a wonder no one has tried anything. He eyes Kagome for a moment. She's wearing a skirt like usual, but something about the soft pink skirt and the white shirt has his skin itching.

He glares up at a balcony on the left.

Pervert.

"Look, Megumi-chan. Your old man sold you off to the Zenin clan. That name ring a bell? No?" Satoru shakes his head and then moves closer to Kagome's side. They should get out of here before he ends up breaking a couple of noses or twenty. He squats, so he is more eye level with Megumi. "You notice anything strange lately? Creatures that only you can see?"

"Kagome-san, I can call the police if you need me to."

Satoru scowls. Megumi can play dumb all he wants, but Satoru can see the curse energy flowing through the brat's veins. Looks like Toji was right. His kid has the Zenin-prized cursed technique.

Which may present a problem.

"I think we should take this inside... or we can eat somewhere. Are you hungry?"

Megumi presses his lips together while his hands tighten on the backpack straps. He shifts his weight to the left and then glances up at Tsumiki again, but she's gone back inside after hanging up the towels to dry.

"I shouldn't let strangers in or go anywhere with them."

"Mhmm, that is true," Kagome agrees. "Is there anything we could do to make you feel safer?"

Megumi tilts his head back and glares at Satoru. "Maybe if he doesn't come with, then I'd feel safer. He's kind of creepy. And stop doing that thing with your hands. It's weird. Like really weird. Creepy. Are you a creeper?"

"Excuse me?" Satoru exclaims. "I'm not a creeper or creepy or whatever it is you just came up with."

"I mean, Satoru... if you don't mind, then I can just have the talk with Megumi. I'm better with kids." She wipes her hands on her legs and smiles. "No offense."

"Offense taken." He sniffs. Satoru is great with kids. He practically raised Sota, after all. No one ever gives him credit for raising Sota to be a strong, capable boy. And InuYasha! If it had not been for him, InuYasha would have been stuck not knowing that he needs to wash behind his ears or how to eat more than just dog treats.

Satoru is great with kids.

The best.

Some may even say the greatest.

"Better yet, Satoru, why don't you go grocery shopping instead? I'm sure that would be way better than us taking them out to eat."

He fails to see how that would be better, but Satoru keeps his mouth shut and shrugs, pretending to be unbothered by the clear dismissal from both of them.

"If that is okay with you, Megumi-chan?" Kagome asks. "I can make dinner and make enough, so you and Tsumiki have leftovers." Her voice is so soothing, Satoru nods his head in agreement. Megumi shoots him a look.

Seriously, what is that brat's problem?

Megumi rolls his shoulders back. "That would be fine."

"Perfect!" Kagome holds out a hand for Megumi to take. "Satoru, don't take long, okay."

He blinks.

Wait.

How the hell?

Megumi glances over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out. Satoru sucks in a breath. It's fine.

It's not fine, and when he gets back from grabbing some groceries, he's going to...

"Wait! Kagome! How do you grocery shop?"

Syouma rests his face against his fist and stares at them from the desk. There's a stack of papers on the right side. Satoru doesn't visit his old man in the office that often, but this kind of thing requires some tact that he does not have.

Or social skills, as Suguru likes to put it.

It took about two days for Kagome to win Megumi over and talk him and Tsumiki into coming out to the estate. Could Satoru have used those two days to talk things over with the old man?

Yes.

But, in his defense, he was busy running interference and making sure no one messed with Megumi because he's thoughtful like that.

"Kagome and I are adopting these two brats," Satoru announces, motioning to Megumi and Tsumiki. "Well, Tsumiki-chan isn't a brat. She's sweet. Megumi is the gremlin."

"I'm sorry, did you say you—a minor—are adopting two children?"

"I'll be 18 soon enough... and Megumi has the ten shadows. Could you do me a favor and have a talk with the Zenins? I mean, I could, but it might be more fists than words."

Syouma closes his eyes and sighs. "Kagome, sweetie, could you please escort our guests to the dining room? Give them some sweets or something. And if you see your mom, send her my way, please." Syouma pinches the bridge of his nose and only opens his eyes once the door closes. "Now then, you. Are you out of your mind?"

Satoru frowns. "You say please and thank you to Kagome, but not to me?"

"You tend to bring headaches."

Fair enough. The twins screamed bloody murder the first night they got here. Too many nightmares of their old village.

"Before Toji passed on, he mentioned he had a kid. It was his dying wish. He sold Megumi to the Zenin clan, but you know how that clan is. Megumi would be fine, but his sister isn't a sorcerer... and she's a girl."

"You brought home two orphans already and now you're bringing home more," Syouma says, leaning back in the leather chair. "On top of that, he has the ten shadows? I'm still getting shit from the Kamos for thinking InuYasha is one of theirs."

"... He might be? His mom was like a princess or something."

"Not the point." Syouma stands and walks around the desk. At least his top is pulled closed today. "The Kamos and the Zenins are going to think we are plotting war against them by hoarding the prized cursed techniques within the Gojo clan."

"So, is that a no?"

"That is a, I need to talk it over with your mother." Syouma palms his face, dragging his hand down before leaning against the desk. "Honestly, what's with all these strays lately?"

"Suguru was going to take care of the twins, but you and Mom said he was too young to shoulder that responsibility," Satoru points out. "You took them on yourselves. All I'm asking is for you to smooth things over and Kagome and I can raise—"

"You are the same age as Suguru."

"I'm more mature."

"Debatable."

The door opens. Satoru sniffs. Mom always smells nice, not as nice as Kagome, but a close second.

"We're adopting two more kids?" Himari asks as she walks over to Syouma's side. She wraps her arms around him. Always a bit strange to see Mom wearing jeans and a sweater while the old man wears more traditional clothing.

"... No," Syouma says slowly. "We're discussing how Satoru..." Syouma inhales. "I guess we are adopting two more children." He rubs his forehead. "Satoru, I swear if you bring home any more, I'll push your wedding back until you are twenty-four."

Satoru splutters. "You can't do that." Screw that. He and Kagome are getting married on his birthday. As soon as he turns 18. In fact, they may as well make it a midnight wedding.

"Try me." He waves a hand. "Just go. I'll handle it."

Satoru keeps the smile off his face. He pauses by the door. "Just curious, were you saying no because of me or no because of Kagome and me?"

"Satoru."

"Okay. Okay, I'm going. Sheesh." He rolls his eyes and closes the door behind him. Man, the old geezer should be happy. Isn't he always harping on about how they don't need riffs in the modern world because we're all in it together or some shit like that? He should be happy that they have Megumi in their care. What a perfect way to foster goodwill.

He snorts.

Goodwill with the Zenins? Yeah, that'll never happen.

Satoru heads to the dining room and spreads his arms. "YOU TWO HAVE JUST BEEN ADOPTED!"

"Yay," Megumi deadpans right before stuffing his face full of chicken. The dining room is large enough to host at least twenty guests; any more than that, and the hosting takes place in the guest hall. Unfortunately, there have been a lot of unwelcome guests lately, so the dining room doesn't get used as much.

Satoru wrinkles his nose. Why does it smell so strongly of ginger in here?

"Yay!" Tsumiki exclaims, clapping her hands. She turns towards the twins, Mimiko and Nanako. "That means we can play together all the time!"

The girls look a bit hesitant. They have pink bows in their hair and are wearing some lavender dresses. Mom must have been ecstatic to go shopping for them.

He should call Suguru later and tell him to stop by the estate. The twins seem to prefer Suguru to anyone else. Though they did warm up to Mom fairly quickly.

But who doesn't warm up to Mom? She's the best.

"That's exactly what that means," Satoru says, pulling up a chair and squeezing it between Megumi and Kagome. "All you gotta worry about is your schoolwork." He places his arm over the back of Kagome's chair, pretending not to notice the bewildered look she gives him. "And you, Megumi-chan, get to train with yours truly. You should feel honored."

"Thrilled."

"I think we should throw a party to celebrate everyone," Kagome says, stopping Satoru from picking a fight with Megumi.

"Really?" Megumi asks. "You'd do that for us?"

Satoru rolls his eyes. What is this?

"Mhmm. It'll be fun. Have you ever had a party before?" Kagome holds out her chopsticks to Satoru. He chews on the chicken and scrunches his nose. So that's why it smells so strongly of ginger.

The children all shake their heads.

"We are going to throw the biggest party ever!" Kagome leans forward, resting her arms on the table. "Whatever you want, I'm sure Mama and Papa will make it happen."

"Just a cake would be fine," Tsumiki answers.

"What's a cake?" Mimiko asks.

Satoru swallows. The air between him and Kagome grows uncomfortable, while Tsumiki explains animatedly what a cake is and how to make it.

What kid doesn't know what cake is?

He runs his tongue over his teeth and clenches a fist. Almost makes him want to go back to that village and finish what Suguru aimed to do.

"It's okay," Kagome whispers. She places her hand over his and squeezes. "They'll have so much cake they'll go to sleep dreaming about it. That's what Shippo did when he had cake for the first time. He even talked about it in his sleep."

Satoru laughs. "That sounds good to me. There are worse things to dream about."

"Hey!" Megumi exclaims, "stop being weird!"

"Weird?"

"Kagome-san, you agreed that it's best to get rid of brooms when they get too unruly."

"... I did, but what does that..." She covers her mouth, but laughter spills through her fingers.

"It's not funny," Satoru grumbles. "My hair isn't that spiky." Amazing. Three days is all it took for Megumi to turn Kagome against him. He knew the brat was trouble. Satoru sticks his bottom lip out and pouts. He wobbles it for show, hoping Kagome will find it in her heart to have some pity on him.

"Aww, Satoru. It's okay. You're my favorite broom." Kagome runs her fingers through his hair. "I'll keep you, even if all your strands run ragged and fall off."

"R-ragged!" He gasps. "My hair will never fall out."

"I'll love you even if it does."

His ears burn. His body is overheating. He swears it as though he is having an out of body experience, like he can see the smoke coming from his ears because the emotions brewing inside of him are too strong to be contained. "Kagome!"

"I knew there was something wrong with him," Megumi complains.

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A/N: Sorry for the late update. My kid turned 6 week last week and we threw him a birthday party over the weekend. And today is my birthday...I spent it finishing my taxes. Yes, I waited because I always owe lol.

Next chapter will probably be some more clan stuff because the Zenins are not going to be happy about this. I'd say there's really only a couple more chapters left for this story. We all know what Satoru is planning the moment he can say I do.

Thanks for reading! Wishing you a wonderful week. Take care of yourselves! April is stress awareness month, so try to make sure you keeping your stress levels down.

[caldera1000-7]

I'll probably add more onto this when I can write more. For now I'll dump these maybe along with some basic thoughts before I write a long analysis a few hours from now.

To sum up a thought instead of my upcoming dump-analysis and random theorizing. This reason could be Akutagawa seeing a value in a life which isn't his own. In beast we see him trying to teach those who killed his friends the value of a life through killing them, and eventually even lost his own way and hadn't noticed how he basically didn't show how to value his sisters life or his own with his recklessness until it was too late. And here we may get the answer would be throughout everything he may of seen a value in Atsushi's life, a life other than his own. Someone similar to him but so different, the other side of the coin. I can't describe properly right now but I had a random thought before on how this shows Akutagawa kind of saving himself or past self in a way but differently from when he said he was glad for Kyouka but thats for next time where I write more.

Earlier than this we see Dazai saying he knows why.

Throughout this series its obvious how much they both grew from each other and how their bonds shifted, beast gave me even more insight into how they would be as friends even (atsushi and akutagawa that is.) And them being the successful soukoku is something I enjoy a lot, from Mori and Fukuzawa which are black and white and completely don't see eye to eye or can be a working team, to Dazai and Chuuya who were forced to work together for their capabilities despite not getting along but they are there for eachother when things depend on it as comrades, then theres Akutagawa and Atsushi Yin and Yang - even their designs are showing how they all are so different and how they would work together or not. SSKK balances each other out, (I still don't think SSKK is a good name for their Yin and Yang relation.) But anyways, these two have so much development its amazing.

I know there are many theories surrounding Akutagawa currently with his memory loss etc. But over here he technically is saving/protecting a "commoner" or the "innocent" just as Knight Akutagawa says. And he as a character if you look back has always been a bit of a protector, as we know with his now deceased friends in the slums. Not to mention Rashomon is not just offensive but defensive, which can kind of show how it protects himself and could protect others - just another thought.

Akutagawa's death definitely influenced/impacted/affected Atsushi alot, not even in a shipping POV but as a canon appreciator and theorist/overanalyst I have to say this scene is one of my favourites. And Akutagawa gaining some (or all I am not sure as of now) of his memories after this MAKES SENSE! Because Akutagawa literally has been trying to kill atsushi for so long, their promise was even for him not to kill anyone for 6 months before the death battle with Atsushi (which I kinda hope still happens and ends like how beast's battle between them ended kind of.) And it is a big impactful thing to Akutagawa because this was a moment where he sacrificed himself, for someone who had most of his things being wants and obtaining that wanted goal which stems from selfishness (which atsushi similarily has) this was a selfless act for protecting someone, someone who has become worthy of being saved? Someone who just deserves to live because he now fully understands the value of others' lives? Of course Akutagawa would "wake up" after Atsushi sacrificed himself and said the same words he did since its quite a big deal to his whole character. Also an honerable mention to 55 minutes?! I will make a separate thing on random thoughts of Akutagawa and Rashomon at some point about the cutting through space - or rather how he manages to retain consciousness or memories despite certain things or losing them. Maybe the things that impact him impact him that much that it sticks no matter what. In 55 minutes when he was dying in flames after searching for Higuchi and having his moment of last words - when the time is reversed we see he still remembered the exact time of the disaster, and himself burning he remembers, he also made sure to check up on Higuchi near around that time too so he remembered quite a lot for someone who died and wasn't supposed to have ANY memory of something that never HAPPENED YET. Yet he retained some of it, and VAMPIRE Aku also had some of his consciousness as Atsushi spoke or when he SAVED/SPARED Aya. (Also random noting that the vapirism had no affect on Atsushi.) Aku still kept his promise like the man of honor he is, and this even shows how he'd still protect a child and have moments of memory despite being a vampire who is supposed to only take orders and be mindless like a DOG which Aku HAS been to the mafia but an uncontrollable one too. So what I see is that he really does have something going on with memories and how things personally impacting him plays a huge role in his character and character development which is obvious because Dazai...

[deliciouscollectorcrusadestuff]

Looking back at things, jax might be a character that might be the inverse character of the series, it's just something that come up to me because of a tweet shitposting saying they be mad if they don't see Jax cry. Another thing for this quick random theory is for was from Dexter, (yes that old show that had over 5 season and is having two continuation after it's ending) of that people with mental illness who aren't given proper help would become they way they are if they aren't given the chance.

With the way things are going with each tadc episode, I don't think that's possible and hear me out on this.

I feel like each episode’s issue applies to Jax, except he doesn’t get the benefit of the moral like pomni or the focus character does.

Jax doesn’t go to kaufmo’s funeral despite the moral of that episode being that there’s people that will care even after you’re gone. Kinger tells pomni to hold on to the people close to you, but the cast will tie up Jax and shove him to the side on the adventure.

And the moral for gangle being to not hold a fake mask for too long still applies to Jax as he holds his own version of his mask throughout the whole episode until the end.

Seeing how part of Jax Character lies within toxic masculinity and his treatment of others and how that effected his mental state, I don't think he'll be crying due to how mental state work, if one tells them selves that they are a monster for over years and that been supported by that narrative by other people.

It's going to change people, they are going to have a different psychological then what people consider to be normal.

In order for Jax to continue to changing for the better, not only does he have to revalute his morals and come to that said conclusion but depending on that person, they continue trying to fight off who they once were by internal/external means cause people are a bundle of patterns.

Seeing how there's not consequences in the digital world and how most moral thing a person can do is by external means, Jax is being rewarded by being an ass, the gang are willing to lift each other up but when it comes to Jax, it's out of the window.

I'm not saying that the rest of the episode that Jax would still continue to be an ass, gooseworx statement of him getting worse isn't to say that he's being a plain Disney villian. In the setting of the circus. It's simply not that black and white. Instead what we are seeing as Jax mental well being is being torn down again and again and with no positive help and with a group of people who are in a similar situation as him that also happens to hates him. He's only going to get worse.

This is where I feel like pomni would come in, or I maybe wrong.

This theory came from how Dexter father assumed the worse out of him and instead of treating Dexter PTSD the right way that he'll become a working member of society, refusing to see that light. He shaped Dexter to be a killer.

Any thought? I know it feels crack but can you see where I'm getting at?

There's something that need fixing but can you get where I'm coming from?

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 66

We find out later this chapter that Thistle has memory issues. The Living Pictures in his house are probably there to help him remember everything important to him.

So the Island Lord was convinced to seal the dungeon after everything that happened. Ideally, the Canaries would be as uninvolved as possible, but Kabru and Mithrun falling down the pit made Pattadol decide to call reinforcements.

Since that hole is barely within the first floor and the first floor technically isn't part of the Golden Kingdom, Thistle probably doesn't have the power to fix the hole.

This elf is stunning.

Is this a Dark Elf? I love how Kui is using whites to show all the details on her. But she's still able to use black outlining to define her features as well. Who say's you can't draw black people in manga or anime? Anyone who genuinely believes that has a skill issue.

The ebony elf is a guard while the long-haired elf and the elf with the scar are criminals. I'd assume they are the criminals assigned to the ebony elf.

There are so many fun things going on in this panel.

Some of my favorite details:

Two elves are curious about Tade while another is scared

Hien is actually fairly tall and stands over several people in this shot

Namari is trying to pull Mr Tansu off the ebony elf while Kiki tries to diffuse the situation

Shuro does not like that he's been dragged into this situation

While Rin and Shuro were talking, Tade picked up and threw some of the elves and then got kicked in the head. Hien and that scarred elf kept staring each other down the whole time.

Good job Mr Tansu. You just killed the ebony elf, Shuro, and Rin. Also, I think Hien is still staring down that one elf even while her master falls to his death.

I'm so glad that all these plot threads are happening at the same time. It's hard to keep track of time in this series since there's no real day/night cycle.

That door doesn't match anything I've seen before (I think). I'm gonna guess it's the door up.

Fleki uses several different types of bird familiars and can even use several at once. She must be really good at multitasking.

Kabru's wrists have writing on them that looks similar to the spell that Izutsumi had.

The seal on Izutsumi summoned a hag from a star parking that doesn't seem to exist on Kabru. Marcille said Izutsumi's spell was a repurposed gnome spell. Maybe it was repurposed to bind a summoning spell to Izutsumi whereas the normal spell is used for general restraint. Kabru keeps his hands close to each other, so it's just magic handcuffs.

Pattadol also has that lip-biting nervous tic.

Scylla from Greek myth had a lower body of a sea serpent called a cetus. Dunmeshi instead gave it a wolf body.

Wouldn't it be funny if the Canaries encountered Giga Hepta-Head Marcille and Giga Double-Headed Flame-Ice Senshi earlier and that's why they show up in the visual about Laios's wish?

If the demon will eventually try to drive the dungeon lord above-ground, does that mean the Winged Lion wants to replace Thistle because Thistle stubbornly refuses to leave the dungeon? And this would also increase why Marcille would be an ideal dungeon lord since her wish necessitates expanding beyond the dungeon.

I hope we get more details about Utaya before this series ends. I want to know if the dungeon was a natural or artificial one, and if there might have been a dungeon lord and what their wish was. Also, I want to know about that part about the dead turning into monsters.

Mithrun has only one desire so he's easy to manipulate. It's easy to imagine him willingly eating, sleeping, and conserving his mana if you tell him it will let him beat the demon. I'd like to see Kabru tell Mithrun that he needs to poop if he wants to beat the demon.

It's always funny to cut back to the Touden party in a chapter with other groups in it. So many serious things are happening, and then we cut to what they're doing and they're running around trying to make curry.

Izutsumi always seems so excited to help out with the cooking. Remember how she perked up in chapter 36 when she thought Maizuru was going to task her with helping to cook something only to get mad when that didn't happen?

She was pretty focused and inquisitive while the party was making curry. Maybe she likes making things and performing simple, repetitive tasks that have clear end goals, and cooking happens to hit on that.

Where did they get that giant plate from?

That's a really cool use of Changelings. If Marcille's tonic works, then it would be possible to be immune to the spores and you could use them to transform different foodstocks. If safe utility methods are researched, they could greatly expand a restaurant's menu. Or maybe adventurers could use a changeling apparatus to vary their travelers rations.

Of course Laios's mental image of the Golden Country people include a minotaur and the minotaur has far more detail to it.

In Laios's defense, I would have done even worse at remembering Kabru's name if I was in his place. At least he has an accurate recollection about his face.

The scene on the first floor has escalated. Hien and that elf are now fighting each other, Kiki and Kaka are trying to drag the Tansu's away, and Benichidori is checking her makeup.

How did they get in this situation?

When the Winged Lion said it was going to restrain Thistle's power, I didn't know it meant by literally trying to restrain him and Falin.

Chilchuck looks like he's only pretending to celebrate. Meanwhile, Marcille is grabbing and lifting Izutsumi's hand in the air.

It's the raspberry thing all over again. The Red Dragon wants to show how much he cares about Thistle but Falin's personality is influencing how he expresses it.

The only time I can say Chimera Falin definitely spoke was at the end of chapter 36. There was that one moment in chapter 37 where she spoke to Laios, but I'm not sure if that was real or imagined. During the raid fight, she spoke incantations and managed to do one even after Kabru slit her throat.

I think her inability to speak is not because of Kabru slitting her throat. Instead, I think she was given some additional physical modifications after the fight and she lost her voice during them.

A lot of Thistle's memories with Delgal are them sharing food together. The Winged Lion took something from him that's made him who he is now, and I think it took Thistle's desire to share. And without that, Thistle's wish to protect his kingdom and its people was twisted into a desire to keep everyone and everything and see them as possessions.

And if his desire to share is gone, then Thistle cannot fathom the joy of sharing food and feeding people you care about. So maybe he took away the peoples' ability to enjoy food because feeding them became a hassle.

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[mishuleshi]

Scarameow x readermeow

Main story

Warning: English isn't my first language. Scara can be mean from start but it will get better. There may or may not be nsfw. (I won't write it with y/n. I will call it reader. Basically it's your name but called differently.)

Fluff/ maybe angst/ I tried to make it gender neutral but maybe there will be some female mentions

Series:

Part 1./.... it's in progress

Nahida was walking in the streets and looking at shops. Scara was somehow tense past days so she thought about buying him some treats and maybe toys.

As she was walking she stopped. Looked at her right side and seeing a box. It was brown ugly box.

And it was moving?

Nahida thought about it for second and then going closer to it. To take a peek.

And there it was. A white fluffy cat.

"Oh my who left you here?"

Nahida got even closer to take it in her arms.

"Do you have name little one?"

She was looking at the cat for any scratches or anything at all. She thought maybe that cat hasn't got name at all.

"I will call you... Uh... Reader!"

Nahida said and smiled.

"It seems you're here alone. I will take you home. There is nice and warm. Not like here."

And she did what she said. She took you home.

...

Nahida was carrying you in her arms. Going home.

"You're really nice."

She stopped suddenly and one of her arms got her keys out. She started unlocking her door.

"Alright. That's my house."

She said to you like she was talking to you.

Her place was quite nice and comfy. As you were looking around you saw a another cat. It was kind of black with white paws.

"Hey Scara, we got new member for our little 'family'!"

Nahida said happily. It was directed to Scara. The cat that was standing before Nahida.

Scara looked at her weirdly. Then his sight was directed to you.

Another cat?

"So Scara say hi to Reader!"

Nahida was starting kneeling down to put you down on the floor.

And now you're standing right before Scara. His eyes looked at you. Your eyes looked at him. There was staring contest for few seconds before Scara jumped at you to get you out of this place.

It was his house. He won't share.

He was attacking everything he saw. You head, body, tail...

Scratching, biting, 'punching'.

Nahida was fast and as she saw that she was trying to separate you two.

"Scara! That's not how you act!"

Nahida 'yelled' at him so he would stop. He didn't.

After a while he was separated from you. Send to his little cat house to sulk.

Nahida was examining you if it is serious or it's okay. Every wound was on the surface so it wasn't serious.

"It will be okay little one. He just needs time and discipline!"

Nahida angry looked towards the cat house after saying that.

Scara's hiss was heard from cat house after that statement.

...

Nahida had very big cat house. It had everything. There could be like 10 or more cats and it would be enough for all of them.

So you started exploring and trying to find place to sleep and call it your 'bed'.

"It won't be for long."

Scara said behind you.

"What?"

You turned around to face him.

"I said it won't be for long. You will take your shit and leave."

Scara tried to scare you. He tried.

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

You looked at him with your eyebrow raised.

"Every cat Nahida got was gifted to one of her friends because every day with me was hell for them."

Scara said proudly.

"So you tried to kill them?"

You asked again. Hoping for best.

"Yes. All of them."

Oh fuck. On second thought you started regretting it.

"Well too bad. I won't leave."

You tried to seem confident and strong. But Scara saw through your act.

"Heh. You will...

... I will make sure of it."

...

You were laying in your place while looking at Scara that was thinking.

He looked like he was thinking about making a cancer medication.

So you left him be. You didn't want to be one of his aggression victims.

So you wandered into your thoughts. What if he kills you? ...

Your thoughts were getting shady.

What if...

"Kitties come eat!"

Nahida called for you two. She placed two bowls down in kitchen. For you and Scara to eat.

Of course Scara jumped from his spot and started sprinting to his food like crazy.

Of course you got up too to eat.

What if Scara wanted to eat your food too?

So you ran after him to get at least taste.

...

[duckiemimi]

jjk 261 leaks

i'm gonna ramble a bit here idk if it'll make sense.

i've always been the biggest advocate of not viewing things black and white in jjk, meaning everything is understandable from the readers' point of view, BUT that doesn't mean that the story itself doesn't have distinct boundaries between what's "good" and "bad" in the narrative. take geto, for example. great character, you can't help but like him, but even then you know he's an antagonist for a reason. the narrative says so, even the characters say so. there's a running theme in jjk where every antagonist (and antagonist-adjacent) character is motivated to control other people's bodies—geto and non-sorcerers (to a lesser extent), kenjaku and his CT, mahito and his CT, sukuna needing to have a host, etc. kenjaku, for the most part, has always been our point of reference when we talk about evil in the story. which is why it's so jarring to see yuuta, of all people, resort to the same thing. for the greater good? okay, let's talk about the do or die of the greater good in jjk.

the greater good in this arc is to stop sukuna to save humanity. but even then, this cause has always been eclipsed by less righteous, personal reasons, like wanting to save megumi, or wanting to fight sukuna. those are the reasons pushed for readers to see, to care about. while understandable (they are human, after all), compared to its contemporaries, jjk isn't really a manga where characters sacrifice their morals for the greater good. in fact (i've mentioned this once), for a structured organization with the goal to protect humanity, humanity itself isn't of much importance in the narrative. the story has always centered around the sorcerers. but that aside, in times of despair (like yuuji in shibuya), they've always shown remorse and regret for the things that they cannot control, hesitation. while there is no altruistic character in the series, no one has ever wanted or willingly suggested anything aligned with puppeteering. (why would they? isn't the cog mentality something we're trying to move past, especially with the machine now destroyed?)

to have yuuta be the first to suggest a plan like this is...jarring. from what's written, sure we can accredit it to his love and understanding for his teacher, but yuuta knows what happened to geto. the cast has seen what kenjaku can do and has done. you could say that yuuta has a history with control (rika, in a way), but i like to think that he's grown since volume 0. could this be a desperate last resort by a panicked child? yeah, maybe. but it barely reads that way. there are too many interpretations to call it that, it isn't convincing enough. this is also the first time we've ever seen gojo referred to as a "monster," despite being untouchable and revered as god-like throughout the manga. there are some panels earlier in the series of the cast being asked what gojo is to them, and most people answered that he's the strongest alone. i don't recall yuuta being asked, so maybe he's thought of this concept of "monstrosity" for a while, but it would've built up better if we were shown some sympathetic sentiments from him prior to this chapter. it would've tied everything together well. alas. thanks for the off-screen growths, timeskip.

while for different reasons (does the end justify the means in this story? what about geto?), the fact of the matter is yuuta has adopted kenjaku's methodology for the greater good. what does that mean for jjk's alignment and ideology? could this be commentary on the dreariness of teeth-gritting reality? maybe. i think this chapter alone has ultimately changed what morality means in the bigger story. after all, it's practically a lawless land right now with everything destroyed. but what kind of message will we end with? is there something that needs to be said, or is there nothing at all?

[thenightling]

The MYTH that you cannot make up faces in your dreams

There is a popular misconception simply accepted as fact because it has been said so many times on various social media posts and memes that even some scientists have started to believe it without question. The myth is that you cannot make up faces in your dreams. There have been similar myths in the past. Sigmund Feud believed that sense of smell doesn't work in dreams yet many people can recall the stink of a monster's breath, swamp water, cigarette smoke, or the smell of food in their dreams. Another myth (from the mid-twentieth century) was that people usually dream in black and white. You will find that this belief died down quite a lot in the years following the invention of color television. It wasn't that dreaming in black and white was the norm, it's that people were dreaming of being in a TV broadcast- movie or show and didn't realize that's what they were doing. Now the popular myth is that you cannot make up faces in your dreams. And, unfortunately, thanks to the existence of memes with this statement, and social media, this myth has become more wide-spread than even Freud's belief about smell. It's a curious thing that we try to restrict things like our own imaginations. What can be imagined can be dreamt. Novelists are often inspired by real people when creating their characters but not always. Now what is the evidence that people cannot create faces in their dreams? Well, this "theory" passed off as fact merely comes from the neurological fact that the part of the brain we attribute to memory is most active when we are in REM sleep (Dreaming).

But by that reasoning we're only remembering turning into a werewolf and finding out you've slaughtered innocents, a skeleton chomping on a cigar while declaring he's come for you, or wrestling a tree creature that wants to steal a sample of your blood, or watching Count Dracula declare war on two rival factions of vampires who he feels has disgraced their race. (I've had some strange and vivid dreams...)

It's so easy to disprove the claim that we cannot make up new faces in our dreams. Ever dream of a monster you never saw in a movie before? A boogey man created by your own imagination? Did you recall ever seeing that face before? Ever dream of a character you only know from the pages of a non-illustrated novel? Now, did that character resemble anyone you know or a celebrity? Not likely. Ever imagine someone in your dream who has the hair of someone you know but the eyes of another person? Perhaps they have the skin tone of someone else, the voice of someone different from that, and maybe even some dream-logic details that wouldn't make sense in reality like elfin ears, fangs, or cat pupils? Congratulations! That's a made up face. You took bits and pieces from other sources but you made up a face.

Even just taking a character from a black and white movie and adding color detail you've never seen before, you're making that up. It's true that in our lives we see thousands, if not millions of people's faces, whether extras in a movie, or on the street, classroom, or in the office. But if we don't consciously remember every face why do we assume our subconscious is merely remembering them? And why do we take for granted the very odd and very surreal faces in dreams that no human truly has? (I have a dim childhood memory of a dream where I was arguing with a sentient care safety belt that wanted to strap me in against my will. Where the Hell did I see that face before?!?)

There are so many misconceptions about our dreams and what we "cannot do" in dreams. Even the old belief that you cannot read in dreams isn't entirely true. It was a popular belief and is often true but not necessarily true. It was such a popular belief it became a method of figuring out if you're dreaming to induce a lucid dream, and a plot point in an episode of Batman the animated series. And yet there are lots of people who say they have read in their dreams. Sometimes it has to do with the wiring of the brain or how awake the "left side" of the brain is.

My mother believed that the phrase "Pinch me, I must be dreaming." is because you can't pinch in a dream or can't feel a pinch in a dream. I remember after she told me that (I was only about five) having a nightmare where I was trying to pinch myself but was physically unable to make contact with my own skin. Through the whole dream I frantically tried to pinch myself but couldn't and yet in another dream years later I could recall feeling being stabbed, the sensation didn't entirely go away until I fully woke up, and another dream where I felt the cold weight of an iron ankle shackle that I'd never worn.

Why do we do this to ourselves? I don't mean having these dreams. I mean why do we try to limit the capacity of our imaginations by pretending we have these arbitrary restrictions? Why try to restrict what dreams can do? Every time we try to say what you can't do in dreams it turns out to be false.

Everything we "know" about dreams is re-written every decade or so. And every "fact" about what limits there are in dreams has been proven false for at least some people. Are you just challenging the God Morpheus to be more creative and defy these arbitrary limitations? If there's no limit to our imaginations by that reasoning there's no limit to what we can dream when sleeping. Dreams can be vague but they can be very detailed. By the way, REM doesn't cause dreams, it's the symptom of dreams. REM is rapid eye movement, that's it. It's the phase of sleep where your eyes start moving around rapidly behind your eyelids. It's a sign of the stage of sleep where dreams happen, not the cause of the dreams. People without eyes still dream. They can't literally have the rapid eye movement but they still dream when they hit that stage of sleep where the rapid eye movement would have happened. But I digress. TL;DR. Yee, we can create faces in our dreams. No, they are not merely faces we remember seeing. If that was true a lot of really weird monsters must be out there and literary characters! The only "evidence" that we can't create faces in our dreams is that the part of our brains associated with memory are active when we dream but by that reasoning all our dreams are just memories. And if that's true, Count Dracula and The Vampire Lestat have a lot they have to answer for!

[atopvisenyashill]

To not clogging the thread: Vaemond Velayron deserved to be feed to a dragon and his Slient Five got off lightly just losing their tongues.

1) Apparently they only 'notice' the bastardy of the three boys after Laenor died.

2) After Harwin died.

3)And Laena died, but apparently her twins are unworthy of Driftmark do to lack of the dick but not of birth.

4)This feeds directly into treason against the king and into the political schemes of the Greens.

5)The toddler betrothals basically made the issue mute because /Laenor and Laena/ made them.

6) Also book!Rhaenys was a brunette and show!Rhaenys white, unless someone wants to colorcode every other family by paternity and paint color I will die on this hill.

I mean look at Jennifer Beals (Flashdance) and Mel B (Spicegirls) who are both biracial.

Also the entire mystery of the main series was a brunette man can't have light hair colored children. Ever. No one looks like grandma.

*Pulls out four of the five Stark kids have red hair and blue eyes. Rhaenys the Queen that Never Was had a Baratheon mother. Jon and Rhaenys both look like their mothers. Woah.)

i didn’t wanna be like “AND MAYBE IF THE SILENT FIVE WERENT DUMB BITCHES THEY WOULDNT HAVE DIED” bc yeah it was getting long but lmaooooo EXACTLY.

like, beyond the fact that i just have a very hard time taking any sort of "but they're bastards" argument seriously (that goes for ned too, and i've whacked him for it but WHY exactly does joffrey's behavior become worse knowing he's a bastard? hmmmmmm???) but it's like. so you've had an issue with this for years, and either brought it up to corlys/laenor who told you to suck shit, or never brought it up to the head of your house OR his heir and decided to kick it STRAIGHT up to the king. the king whose daughter you are accusing of treason. why do you think this is gonna end well? the fact that viserys didn't straight up execute them is crazy.

"oh well she's stealing-" no, she's actually not because as you say, laenor & laena engage their kids and baela and rhaena come before vaemond's line. if they had like an actual problem they would have gone to corlys before he was dying not after. they would have said something right after laenor dies. they wait years. yeah yeah torture is bad and murder is bad but they're no different than renly, vainly grasping at power when they think they see an opening. and just like renly, they play the game of thrones, and they lose. if you don't want to lose, maybe be smarter about it!

and yeah these are my go to "mixed but they look white as hell"

First is Cameron Boyce, he had a black dad and a jewish mom, those are his parents and sister. People love to pretend like they don't know he's black and "oh well he looks white so" he did an entire bit on disney channel explaining who the clinton 12 were because his grandma is jo ann boyce. if you're trying to make the argument that the beloved grandson of one of the first schools to desegregate aftr brown v board isn't black just bc he's pasty, like, what are you even fucking doing lol. the other two are kj apa. he's another actor people love to pretend is white but like. first of all look at his sister - they clearly look alike while she also "looks samoan" and his dad is the same as his sister. his dad is a tribal chief. the tattoos he has are sacred. just because people are insane about blood quantum in the usa doesn't mean that race and ethnicity isn't more complicated than that and calling the son of a matai a white boy simply because they made him dye his hair red and covered up his tattoos for a few roles doesn't actually make him suddenly non samoan.

people kinda do this with the dragon twins too like "oh well they shouldn't look so visibly black they only have one one black grandparent" BEHOLD ANOTHER ACTRESS WITH ONLY ONE BLACK GRANDPARENT

like can we be serious lol. can we please be serious.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

The Riddle of Tom Riddle: Part 2/?

(Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7)

Voldemort Isn't Insane, At Least, Not in the Way You Think

Horcruxes and Dark Magic don't cause insanity and physical deformity the way Dumbledore implies, and I can prove it.

So, first Dark Magic doesn't make you go mad

So, first off, let's just set the record about Dark Magic not causing the changes in appearance we see in Voldemort and neither does it cause insanity. (I'm talking of run-of-the-mill Unforgivables here, I talk about Horcruxes more in-depth later in this post)

Now, what other character we can be sure practiced Dark Magic... Bellatrix, of course.

And, as a matter of fact, we do get a look at her before she goes to Azkaban:

The dementors placed each of the four people in the four chairs with chained arms that now stood on the dungeon floor. There was a thickset man who stared blankly up at Crouch; a thinner and more nervous-looking man, whose eyes were darting around the crowd; a woman with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes, who was sitting in the chained chair as though it were a throne; and a boy in his late teens, who looked nothing short of petrified. He was shivering, his straw-colored hair all over his face, his freckled skin milk-white.

(Goblet of Fire, page 594)

She is clearly not deformed. None of the Death Eaters show any sign of physical changes to their appearance or behaviour due to Dark Magic in general.

the woman with the heavy-lidded eyes looked up at Crouch and called, “The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!”

(Goblet of Fire, page 595)

Bellatrix is sane and coherent before Azkaban. I believe most of her baby talk and more manic behavior we see in the series is caused by her time in Azkaban. While she was definitely loyal to Voldemort to a fault — she wasn't laughing maniacly in a baby voice like in Order of the Phoenix...

So, it isn't Dark Magic that made Voldemort snake-faced, so, maybe it's Horcruxes...

Second, Horcruxes don't make you go mad either

So, I talked about Horcruxes a bit here. But not about their effects on the person casting them.

So, let's try and trace the moments in time we meet Tom and count his Horcruxes. If his Horcruxes were indeed the cause for the change in his appearance, we'd expect to see a gradual change after each one in his appearance and behavior, if they indeed caused his insanity.

So, the first account we have of Voldemort is from Slughorn'smemory in 1943:

Half a dozen boys were sitting around Slughorn, all on harder or lower seats than his, and all in their mid-teens. Harry recognized Voldemort at once. His was the most handsome face and he looked the most relaxed of all the boys. His right hand lay negligently upon the arm of his chair; with a jolt, Harry saw that he was wearing Marvolo’s goldand-black ring; he had already killed his father.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 494)

As Tom is mentioned wearing the Gaunt Ring, we know this memory takes place during his sixth year, after he made the Diary and the Ring into Horcruxes already. (Why ask Slughorn about them if he already made two? Well, I'm gonna write a whole post about that don't worry)

But the point is, 2 Horcruxes in and there are no discernable changes in behavior or appearance. Harry actually describes him as very handsome, so clearly, he isn't snake-like yet.

The next time we see Tom is with Hepzibah Smith in 1956, the thing is, this memory doesn't give us much since it's before he killed her to make his third Horcrux, so we should expect nothing to change.

That then leads us to jump straight to 1967 and his job interview with Dumbledore. Between the talk with Slughonr about Horcruxes and this memory, Tom added 3 more Horcruxes to his collection (the cup, the locket, and the diadem).

So, we should expect to see a drastic change in behavior and appearance, and, well:

Voldemort had entered the room. His features were not those Harry had seen emerge from the great stone cauldron almost two years ago: They were not as snakelike, the eyes were not yet scarlet, the face not yet masklike, and yet he was no longer handsome Tom Riddle. It was as though his features had been burned and blurred; they were waxy and oddly distorted, and the whites of the eyes now had a permanently bloody look, though the pupils were not yet the slits that Harry knew they would become. He was wearing a long black cloak, and his face was as pale as the snow glistening on his shoulders. The Dumbledore behind the desk showed no sign of surprise. Evidently this visit had been made by appointment.

(Half-Blood Prince, page 441)

Tom's behavior throughout this interview isn't any different from what we've seen in his interactions with Dumbledore up to this point. So, I'll take that as a no, for Horcruxes causing insanity as he showed no sign of gradually deteriorating with each one.

And as for his appearence, yes, we see a change. But something about the wording bothered me. Harry referred to his face as looking: "burned and blurred; they were waxy and oddly distorted". This is a really off way to describe a face.

And it actually reminded me of a different description from Harry for a different memory:

And it happened all over again: The dense fog filled the room so that Harry could not see Slughorn or Voldemort at all; only Dumbledore, smiling serenely beside him. Then Slughorn’s voice boomed out again, just as it had done before. “I don’t know anything about Horcruxes and I wouldn’t tell you if I did! Now get out of here at once and don’t let me catch you mentioning them again!” “Well, that’s that,” said Dumbledore placidly beside Harry. “Time to go.” And Harry’s feet left the floor to fall, seconds later, back onto the rug in front of Dumbledore’s desk. “That’s all there is?” said Harry blankly. Dumbledore had said that this was the most important memory of all, but he could not see what was so significant about it. Admittedly the fog, and the fact that nobody seemed to have noticed it, was odd, but other than that nothing seemed to have happened except that Voldemort had asked a question and failed to get an answer. “As you might have noticed,” said Dumbledore, reseating himself behind his desk, “that memory has been tampered with.” “Tampered with?” repeated Harry, sitting back down too. “Certainly,” said Dumbledore. “Professor Slughorn has meddled with his own recollections.”

(Half-Blood Prince, page 371)

Memories can be edited and when they are, they become fogged and blurry. Slughorn's memory is clearly very crudely edited, but a master Legilemence like Dumbledore could surely do a better job of it.

Because Dumbledore has an agenda with all these memories, he needs to convince Harry to be ready to die to kill Voldemort — that's his end goal. And as such, yeah, he could reasonably edit Tom's appearance. As he seemed to have.

So, do we have a different source about Tom's appearance during the First War, because the next Horcrux after the diadem is Harry?

We do, Voldemort himself:

“Nice costume, mister!” He saw the small boy’s smile falter as he ran near enough to see beneath the hood of the cloak, saw the fear cloud his painted face. Then the child turned and ran away. . .

(Deathly Hollows, pages 295)

In this memory Voldemort shows mercy to a muggle child, not killing someone whose death isn't necessary — another point to him not being insane.

As for appearance, well, his face scared the child, but, it's hard to tell why. I'm sure JKR intended us to assume it's because he looked snake-like, but, again, no Horcruxes were made between the interview in Dumbledore's office and this scene, so he shouldn't be any more distorted. And while Harry's description in the interview memory isn't flattering, it isn't horrifying either.

Therefore, my assumption is that Voldemort is staring at this little child dressed like a pumpkin with the most impressive death glare the child has ever seen and this kid actually thinks, Tom is going to kill him. Which, well, it's a fair reason to be scared, I'll give him that.

His white hand pulled out the wand beneath his cloak and pointed it at the door, which burst open.

(Deathly Hollows, pages 296)

"White hand" doesn't say much. Tom was always described as pale and nothing odd about the skin texture is mentioned.

I'll add, that magically speaking, at least, according to the way I believe Horcruxes are made, it makes no sense for them to effect one's appearance and sanity negatively. Well, making them isn't pleasant, but they won't make you lose your intelligence and coherence.

So, what's up with Voldemort?

Well, I'm getting there.

For his appearence, my assumption was always that Pettigrew butchered the resurrection potion (when making a potion or alchemical concoction the mindset of the brewer matters. If Pettigrew was adding Nagini's venom without thinking of it as a soul component but as a body component, it can cause the changes in appearences we see). It can also be affected by the unicorn blood, which we don't really know the negetive effects of.

As for the insanity... When talking about insanity in fiction the conversation is sometimes very shallow. the word "insane" is just used to describe any character people don't understand, or that acts somewhat unpredictably. But if we look at insanity as a concept, as in a mental illness or delusions of some kind, they always have consistency. Both in fiction and reality.

Say, if a person believes they are a butterfly, they would always believe they are a butterfly. All their actions and behavior would stem from that delusion. We would expect them to try and drink from flowers, or try to fly — because that's what butterflies do.

Voldemort doesn't have that.

He doesn't have a consistent behavior pattern I could chuck to insanity and call it a day. No, Tom Riddle is a more complex character than that and I feel calling him "insane" is a cop-out from analyzing his character properly.

I'm gonna make a full post about it and what exactly is going through his mind, but I wanted to cover the insanity claims first.

[nimona-antifa]

"Don't be ableist uwu!!!"

Okay quick questions then.

How seriously do you take The Game? If someone tells you, "I saw a post that says I won the game!" Is your response to immediately say "noooooo that's not how it works!!!" Yeah I know how it works. It literally only exists to inflict misery on others and that you supposedly can't win no matter what you do, wreaking havoc on people who have severe anxiety? Grow the fuck up. I'm sorry if this miserable piece of shit torture game is somehow something that you want to keep alive but newsflash. We're not all just sitting around in the utopian commune sipping martinis without having to stress about whether or not we'll have somewhere to stay next month or where our next meal will come from or whether or not the almighty capitalists decide we deserve to get our next dose of medicine so maybe just let the stupid game die.

How do you judge people who consume media you consider "problematic?" Yeah. Those media. Hazbin Hotel. Helluva Boss. Bayonetta. Etc. Like. I'm sorry if trans people who were already into the Bayonetta series were excited to buy the newest game in it and got even more excited to buy it when they fired a transphobic VA. Some people have depression and easy sources of serotonin are in short fucking supply for us and need our comfort media and you saying that we should deny ourselves happiness because you have issues with said comfort media isn't very leftist of you actually.

How much patience do you have for people who talk for hours about one specific subject? Actually. Genuinely. You can post about "OMG when she infodumps 🥺 choke me mommy" all you want. But when an actual autistic trans gal is trying to explain the lore of borderlands or TF2 and is stumbling over her words and getting nervous because nobody really likes her and she's been consistently shut down and/or ignored and/or bullied for what a nerd she is? How patient and understanding are you.

How much patience do you have for people who say, "I'm sorry, can you please say/explain that again?" Whether after 5 seconds, 5 minutes, 5 hours, or 5 months, there's multiple reasons someone might struggle with this. They might have memory issues. They might have hearing issues. They might have attention span issues. They might have ADHD. They might have DID or OSDD. They might be stressed out and have a million different things on their mind. Or they might have just missed what you said. They might have not heard it or they might have just forgotten.

The point is. I get that it's easy to get caught up in ideals and paper activism but you have to remember that not being ableist requires work. It means that you can't always judge someone by what they enjoy. It means that you have to actually treat disabled people like people. If you don't take actual people into account during your activism, it doesn't mean jack shit. Unlearn your biases. Hopefully this gains some traction but I am begging you to see beyond a black and white viewpoint.