#cowardess

[ozymoron]

i think i would kill it as a final girl i think my autistic ass would make it to the end and lose my mind but in the end make it out alive

[bread-and-roses-too]

I live near the train derailment that released vinyl chloride into the air and now I'm finding out that I definitely probably should have evacuated on the day they did the explosion even tho my college and local government said it was fine. Also apparently I should have had my windows closed this whole time because people have been reporting pet and livestock deaths in the days following the explosion and my cat has the resilience of a sickly victorian child. She's doing ok but I closed my window until further notice.

[void-687]

This man is a coward and should give in to being a slut for Santa

The culmination of heteronormativity is Michael Buble changing the lyrics from Santa baby to Santa pally

[dirtytransmasc]

Davos going to patrol the border like he does every night, only for him to find his enemy wounded in the grass, leaning against the stack of border stones they regularly argued over.

Blackwood crimson spilling through his golden Bracken tunic, coating his fingers, slipping from his lips.

Aeron's eyes would meet his hazily, caught somewhere between fear and acceptance. "C'm h're t'finish the-" he'll pause so he can cough blood all over his tunic, " -job?" he finish, looking through his lashes.

Davos will realize his kin drew blood, in the dead of night. They drew Bracken blood. No.

No they drew His blood. Aeron's blood. His beloved's blood.

And had been too cowardly to finish the job. They had left him here to die, no doubt an omen about touching border stones. His wounds left to weep the colors of house Blackwood, stripping him of his own Houses colors as he bled out.

It was cruel, and now Aeron expected him to continue the torture.... so one could only imagine the shock that cast over the Brackens face when the Blackwood kneeled before him, inspecting the litany of stab wounds in the other's side.

"Who?" he'll mutter under his breath as he presses hands to the wounds, "Do you know who did this? Names?"

The Bracken won't speak, not at first, confused and unable to find his voice past the pain and shock and utter bafflement running through his head. And when he doesn't, Davos will put a hand to his cheek, bringing his chin up so they can see eye to eye. Aeron will find fear in that bright blue gaze. It will scare him.

"Who did this to you, B- Aeron? tell me, please tell me," his voice so much softer than normal, even as fuery broiled deep in his chest, his thumb gently padding Aeron's cheek.

"... didn't..... couldn't see..... th'y w're there 'n then gone."

Davos nod's, but hate the answer nonetheless. Aeron was no help, typical Bracken, but Davos would find them. Davos would make them pay for their cowardess, for laying a hand on his beloved.

For now, he would sink his weight into the other's wound, apologizing gently when the brunette hissed and bit down a scream. If he rested their foreheads together, a whispered, "I'm sorry" falling from his lips, comforting the Bracken beneath him, no, no he didn't.

He doesn't know what to do. His Bracken is hurt. He's bleeding. He's in pain. He's dying.

"It's ok Bracken, easy now, I'm.... I'm going to take you someplace safe... I'm going to take care of you now," and he was wrapping his cloak around the other's middle, pulling it tight until the brunette was whining beneath him, "I said easy, it's alright."

Aeron's eyes were on him. They were afraid, so afraid. His skin was pale and clammy, shining sickly in the moonlight. His soft red whore lips splattered in bright crimson. His hair was hanging in his eyes, soft strands pulling down from his braid. Davos smoothed them away.

"It's ok, it'll be ok," he kissed the Bracken's forehead, "I'm here," he kissed him, like he had always longed to, his lips falling onto Aeron's, attempting to savor how soft and plump they were, but the others lips are too slack, too cool. He tastes blood before he even gets a chance to sink in his teeth and they hesitate to flee when he bites. It's all wrong.

When Aeron huffs against him, attempting to shift his lips to kiss back, Davis will pull back, peck him once more, and then in one fluid motion, pull him up into his arms, shifting to stand.

The kiss will have worked as enough of a distraction to keep him from screaming in the moment, and the myriad of kisses he presses to those soft lips now, swallow up any that escape Aeron's throat.

"Hush now," he whispers, straining ever so slightly under the others weight, "we're going somewhere safe, just trust me."

He doesn't know where they're going, but they're going together. If Ser Aeron Bracken dies tonight, he will die in the arms of Davos Blackwood, and Davos will follow him shortly after. Their bodies will be found in the clearing by the river, curled amongst one another. Their houses will go to war for this, no doubt, but that will be fine. They'll be dead, they won't know better or have any strong feelings about it.

And if Aeron Bracken finds it in himself to pull through, who knows where their fate might lead.

[its-wabby-stuff]

Mikey Goes To Oz

<Time spent: 49 hours 17 minutes>

When Mikey takes some time away from a loud family squabble he accidentally ends up getting “flushed” down the sewers. This winds up sending him to the colorful land of Oz where he meets a good witch, a wicked witch, a brainless scarecrow, a heartless Tinman, a cowardess lion, and a powerful wizard, all disguised behind very familiar faces.

A canon adjacent spin off set before the season one finale but after they discover Splinter is Lou Jitsu

I wanted to fit each of the boys into their “you’ve had this all along” category. Leo isn’t brainless, in fact he’s pretty clever with a street smart, people reading ability on par with Donnie’s intelligence. Donnie isn’t heartless, he just has a tough time expressing his feelings. They are complex and unalgorithic but he can get just as excited or sad or angry as anyone, as much as he may deny it. Raph isn’t a coward, but being brave sometimes means admitting you’re scared and that you maybe don’t have all the answers. You dont have to be strong all the time and you don’t have to do it by yourself.

In the movie Dorothy’s journey home is also a representation of her running away. The important thing was to remember there were people who cared about her. Mikey is experiencing a similar phenomenon, wanting the escape the bad vibes in the lair. His “you’ve had it all along” is interesting because it is an object, since the Ruby kneepads could’ve taken him home the whole time. And sometimes getting home means going on a journey only to realize you never left.

I put April as Glinda because Glinda appears as a defender of the weak, and I see April in a similar light. Always willing to help and beat someone up if it is so required. Splinter as The Wizard of Oz represents Splinters own willingness to hide behind different personas, his running from the past and the pulling back of the curtain for Mikey in timeline. The Wizard grows through the movie, albeit quickly, and ends up leaving Oz to go home leaving his legacy with the scarecrow, the Tinman, and the lion. In this case the passing of the baton to his sons.

Meanwhile Draxum as the wicked witch felt much more how Mikey sees Draxum at this time in the show, mostly just an antagonistic force who wants something from them. Fun fact: I imagine throughout this dream, Draxum is uninterested in being the wicked witch but is pressed into it via plot. Hence his disinterest in being “melted.”

Additional characters not pictured: Big Mama as the Wicked Witch of the East (those were her Ruby kneepads!!) and Todd as the Mayor of Munchkin Land. If you can think of more, feel free to leave them in the comments or tags.

[janmisali]

Super Mario Bracket: LUIGI vs GOOMBELLA

"I'm-a Luigi! Number-a one!"

Luigi

SEED: 2 (104 nominations)

PREVIOUS OPPONENT: Mr. L

SPECIES: Human

DEBUT: Mario Bros. (Game & Watch)

NOMINATION EXAMPLE: I love this silly little guy; he’s like a perfect “cartoon character” he’s definitely not complex he’s just got some very strong character traits of cowardess and love and admiration for his older brother that are displayed expertly in games through animation and voice acting that are very relatable.

[Super Mario Wiki article]

"This is kind of mean, but bald guys... really just don't do it for me."

Goombella

SEED: 15 (45 nominations)

PREVIOUS OPPONENT: Chuckster

SPECIES: Goomba

DEBUT: The Thousand-Year Door

NOMINATION EXAMPLE: I have a burning love in my heart for this dumbass college student who iMMEDIATELY drops her entire goddamn life to run off on a cool adventure the literal second she hears that it exists. She is the spaniel of goombas. She is a treasure and I will kill 17 men and a polar bear with my bare hands to protect her. Her superpower is literally just infodumping. If you don't love her then you are simply incorrect.

[Super Mario Wiki article]

[link to all polls]

[lambment]

"You're kinda pathetic, and I like that in a man." AYO? (Know its not serious and probably more meant to just fuck with Kallamar but nevertheless I find the line funny. XD)

definitley to fuck with Kallamar. The lamb has first hand experience w his cowardess

bless Kallamar, I beat him (and Shamura) in a speedrunning haze when I had just learned you get Narinder at the end of the game.

so I want you to imagine this 3'2 fucker just sprinting full speed at you with murdurous intent because they want to pet a cat.

[millie-multifics]

Though I Yearn • Part 5

Masters of the Air

Secret Admirer x Reader

A string of anonymous letters causes a stir at Thorpe Abbotts. Who could be the author of the tender correspondence you have been receiving?

Warnings: Gossip, mentions of death, mentions of cheating, singular use of a petname.

Word Count: ~1.3k

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After Douglass had made a big fuss, words of the letters had spread across Thorpe Abbotts like wild fire. Everyone was pointing their fingers at possible culprits, bringing the once quiet situation to absolute chaos. It had been weeks since a letter had arrived, the writer forced into hiding from the attention. The men had gone to Africa, their numbers dwindling on the journey, a few notable losses were Curt and Dickie. Replacements had arrived- you held such a hatred for that word.

You craved your own peace more and more as the days passed by. You had found a spot in the empty field passed the runways that was void of people, Lemmons crew left you alone.

“What are you doing out here?” Blakely’s boots crunced the weeds as he approached, his shadow blocking the sun from your eyes as they fluttered open.

“It’s usually quiet out here,” Your tone was teasing, “No questions, accusations or chatter. Just the birds, the breeze and occasionally the hum of a few planes. What are you doing out here?”

“You’ve got mail.”

You sat upright, brushing blades of grass from where they stuck to your dress. “New duty, Blakely?”

“You know you can call me Everett, I’d like to think we are friends of some sort.” He huffed as he handed over the mail. Three envelopes: one from home, one with a return adress of New York City and finally a new letter that was missing a return adress.

“Did Douglass send you out here? Since he is ever so concerned that he couldn’t help himself but to corner me in front of atleast half the company.”

“Carrier said they hadn’t seen you all day, entrusted me with your mail but you really ought to talk to Dougie, he feels terrible for bringing you attention like that.”

“I believe Lieutenant Dye’s celebration is underway, I thought you would be there?” You changed the subject, avoiding Blakely’s words just as you had been avoiding the man they were about.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you later on, save me a dance?”

You sent him a nod of agreement, waiting for him to be out of sight before turning your attention to the letters he had delivered.

You read the letter from home first, it was filled with the ususal wishes for your wellbeing and updates on events or gossip that you had missed. You did not recognize the loopy femine cursive on the envelope adressed from New York and it felt very thin between your fingertips. You open the flap, revealing only a single photograph inside. A man and woman in a busy street, he was handsome in his dress greens and she donned a plain yet elegant wedding gown… but it was not just a photograph of two strangers. Your fingertips gently ran over the mans face, absorbing his features as this was the first time you had set eyes on him since he had left you broken hearted on his porch not quite a year ago. There was a date written on the back of the picture, August 20 1943.

Despite the deep ache in your chest from the photograph, a spark of excitment filled you as you opened the third envelope. There had been a drought of letters from your Secret Admirer since the secret flooded the base, you had missed reading his words more than you had liked to admit.

“I did not intend to draw such attention and for that I must apologize. I have come to the conclusion if any of the men were to find out that these clandestine correspondence were written by me, I would be heckled for my aberrant ways. I am not perceived as a romantic, many see me to be brash and arrogent but since I met you I have been reformed. I feel a fool to be so cowardess with my affections while the possibility of death looms so heavily but I fear my mind over heart mentality will not crumble.”

Your mind spun, it was someone unexpected but who? With each letter you felt more more drawn to his words and your eagerness to discover the identity of the writer grew.

You clutched the recent letter and the photograph to your chest as you lay in the field, unbothered by the setting sun.

Hours had passed, the field had been swallowed by darkness but your body felt too heavy to move under the weight of the papers on your chest. The quiet yet rough trampling of the tall grass behind you alerted you to a new presence.

“If Blakely told you I was out here then he can find himself another dance partner.” You spoke loudly, nearly startling the man as he had not seen your silhoutte on the ground in the darkness, despite actively searching for you.

“That is a shame.”

The voice was unexpected, you honestly had expected it to be Douglass or DeMarco, maybe even Blakely with the intention of dragging you to the party but surely not Major Egan.

“Major, I thought you would be at Dye’s celebration?” Your eyes found his through the darkness as he now towered over you.

“I could say the same for you. Blakely mentioned you were out here earlier but when you failed to show at the party some of the men got worried. I volunteered to come check on you, I don’t think it’s safe to be out here in the dark like this.”

“I would hate to damper the celebration.”

“It got dampered anyway, sweetheart,” He moved to lay on the ground next to you, unbothered by any stains the grass may leave on his uniform, “By the men we have lost and the men we will lose.”

It was quiet for awhile, both enjoying the silent company of another person, unaware of the battling thoughts happening in the others brain. Your worries felt silly compared to his, he had lost friends and men under his command, you briefly wondered if he had volenteered to find you to escape the ghosts of them at the party.

It was silent for a moment before the Major spoke again, “The stars sure are pretty out here.”

Your eyes searched around the clouds, only a few bright stars visable in the dark of the night. “When they peek out of the clouds anyway.”

“Are you alright?”

The genuine concern in his question had taken you off guard. You took a second to debate how much you were willing to share with the Major as every aspect of your life had been previously aired, but remembered divulging a little to him before Dougie had brought attention. You handed the Major the photo you had recieved, glancing over as he angled it under the moonlight to see it clearly. “Before the war, it was all him, he was the one I would marry and bare my soul to. Suddenly everything changed, he had enlisted and just a week before our wedding I discovered that he was being unfaithful. I was foolishly willing to forgive him but he chose her, now they are married and I am here; my lonely soul wondering what is next for me, if my soulmate is out there somewhere or perhaps I am just unlucky and he won’t make it through this war so I shall forever be alone.”

You swallowed harshly, washing the thickness from your throat as your eyes burned looking up at the stars.

“What of your writer?” Egan returned the picture, his eyes scanning your face as the grass fanned your cheeks in the soft night breeze.

“How am I supposed to call someone mine if I don’t even know their name?” You sighed, heavily as if to lesson the weight, “I wish I could tell him that he makes the ache in my heart bearable.”

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@jointherebellion215 @orchiidflwer

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/755886720389726208/outro-tear-was-written-for-the-members-but-the?source=share

I kinda disagree with you, Rain.

JK clearly said that he's one of the members that wanted to leave (at the time, the only one that we had confirmation of) and that he felt bad about bringing this to discussion. He felt comfortable enough to discuss this but I don't think all the members did or wanted to name themselves.

About the song, the other members could've written songs about wanting to leave/stay, but apparently they didn't want to or did in a way that no one noticed. Yoongi wrote Tear and Seesaw and everyone thought they were break up songs until he talked about the meaning. If he didn't want people to know, they wouldn't know.

They have a lot of songs about sensitive topics but fans just ignore its meaning, like Fake Love.

The same way that, if it was important for the other members, they could've talk more openly about it, but I don't think some of them wanted to.

Hi anon!

I don't think we are disagreeing that much. I agree that it's very possible some just didn't want to share their side... super valid!

I am a bit lost as to why you say Jk said very clearly that he wanted to leave (now I'm relatively new, so it's very possible I missed this and please send me where he said this). If it's his words about feeling guilty, I took those to mean that he felt guilty for bringing them into a position of possible disbandment. In my head that translates to him having shared how hard he felt everything was for them, which brought them as a group to consider disbandment. I don't really see this as them going against each other, but rather all members acknowledging that things were (too) hard on all of them. I think all off them understood the others, but some probably came to the conclusion of wanting to stay together sooner than others.

In general I feel that BTS really want to be truthfull, but that they understand that their truth might not be accepted by parts of Army. Disbandment is such a touchy topic and I think it's treated with care. I know some find it hard to think of BTS not sharing everything, but I think as an artist you just can't. I think them not talking openly about it isn't cowardess or anything, I think it's protecting their own.. it's none of our business and in every way theirs.

I don't think we exactly know which members were leaning more towards disbanding, and which members were leaning more towards going on. There's many possibilities ranging from 1 of them doubting, to 5/6/7 of them doubting. I tend to think both Tae and Jk were considering disbandment. Tae recently talked about how extremely bad he felt at the time in Suchwita. Bad to the extent that all he could think about was sleep. We know Jk is an empath, I think on top of him feeling exhausted and frustrated himself was deeply upset with seeing the others suffer. I also strongly feel that it's possible Namjoon and Yoongi were serious about disbandment. When we again listen to Yoongi in Suchwita, he talks with Tae as if sharing the same feelings of exhaustion. And he talks about feeling like "they couldn't live like this" as being the start of the conversations. But I'm sure many different people will have many different ideas about this.

Yoongi said Outro Tear was for the members. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hobi wrote the lyrics. All their verses have a bit of a different take. It's sadness (tear), tearing apart, and fear. All of those things all members will have felt. What I feel is interesting is that writing Tear was the cause of Yoongi sending that text to Jk and Tae... and how that resulted in Tae and Jk feeling better about the situation. I think it made them felt seen and understood and less alone in the situation.

I wasn't in fandom back then, so again.. it's very possible I missed something in all this. I do feel that there's many different thoughts about this going on though.

[starsifter]

The gun was a hair's length from Rarity's face, she had stopped backing away when her tail hit the wall behind her, but the gun still advanced, following her like the shadow of death, cheated once, and never again. Behind it, a shivering unicorn mare stood, gritting her teeth to will the fear cease.

"Jewel," She said, pleading, "Please, come back with me, it doesn't have to end like this."

Rarity supposed she should've been terrified, but peace fell over her like rain. If she was going to die, it might as well have been like this, with Twilight pulling the trigger. If she was going to die, she wasn't going to be afraid. "We- we can- we can just- pretend this never happened. We can go back home," The gun shook almost imperceptibly, the raspberry-colored magic waning ever so slightly, "I love you, please don't make me do this."

Rarity didn't move, she didn't speak for a long time. What to say? What would her final words be?

"Nopony else knows you're a princess," The other unicorn continued, "We can- I can- I won't tell anypony," The gun drew back slightly, "You can just be our Jewel again. My Jewel."

"No," Rarity finally spoke, stepping forward to greet death as her family once did long ago, "I hadn't taken you for such a cowardess, Twilight Sparkle," she pressed the cold metal of the gun against her forehead, "If this is how it must be, if this is what you feel you must do, then hesitate no longer."

The unicorn swallowed, taking a breath, and the gun cocked.

Rarity closed her eyes.

This is in reference to this post

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it 2

Pages 30-59

The sad story of Cody and his miserable life.

I know for a fact some of these pages were lined don't remember if they colored any by @akdrawsandwrites thanks AK. ^w^

More NPC dialogue.

In FNAF 4 game: There's an oddity with the NPC with a green shirt and brown hair, he has a STRIKING appearance to one of the "bullies" older brother's friends. But the one in the green shirt in the game has blonde hair. Idk if they're meant to be the same character and the sprite was just bonked up or what. FNAF color pallets being consistent is NOT something this series is known for lmfao.

I made these two characters brothers and modified his dialogue to suit that he knows Cody by "Josh's brother". Either way this character should know this kid's name lmfao.

The party coming up is apparently Cody's. The last NPC is debated to be the character "Susie" from the games....I color picked and this girl looks black to me. (Susie is white with styled blonde hair) Like they both have bows and wear pink so MAYBE it was meant to be her but idk. This was the design I went with. Retconning design and inconsistent colors in FNAF again: Is not new.

Susie is used as a character in another place in Creations anyway and it wouldn't line up timeline wise. (This makes an animatic with her as the Chica we meet in Mike's story outdated and incorrect but there's LOTS of ideas in the animatics that were abandoned going over all of them would take hours lmfao.)

Exposure therapy, I say as a joke.

You might have noticed an itty bitty detail of Josh getting set off every time Cody starts shouting. Bro does not handle that shit well.

Yeet the child again, damn it Josh you gotta kick that habit.

Josh's main response to dealing with Cody: Lock him somewhere where he doesn't have to deal wit him.

Oh dear. This looks familiar.

Creations readers and FNAF players alike know where this shit is going.

HI MIKE! ❤️ Yes that's Mike without his dyed hair lol.

Reasonably avoiding confrontation but uh, to the determent of others oof.

Dude proceeds to never stop throwing himself in danger later so I guess he decided to slam to the other side of the two extremes lmao.

HAH.

Well that explains Cody's creepy ass stalker crush on Mike.

He didn't really SPECIFY he recognized Mike verbally when talking to him in the main comic but here we get conformation he for sure did.

Again Cody/Golden Freddy doesn't consider himself a 1 to 1 with the original Cody. Rather just a robot with the kid's memories/soul.

They don't feel like his memories.

Lol. Cody and his Para-social relationship with Mike Schmidt.

We can tell this genuinely amuses him as his eyes aren't red.

Hah he says something to the same affect in thee FNAF 1 Arc...with a lot more body horror involved.

"It was just a prank bro"

Daddy's gonna make it all better.

Cody stop that. We've talked about how the faces you make are unsightly.

Also Puppet. She's here.

People didn't really GET Cody's reality bending abilities: So he explains it pretty plainly here.

He's powerful as hell. X'D

Basically the most OP character in Creations much like the cannon Golden Freddy.

So I'll give ya some writing advice: If you're gonna make an OP character, just make them lazy as fuck.

Easiest way to nerf them: Make them just not care about fighting. X'D

Cody's got a mixture of laziness, apathy and fear of daddy to keep him from being helpful much in the plot.

Because if he wasn't he'd clap Afton in 2 seconds and that'd be no fun. So he's a coward lmao.

He was gonna snap that bitches neck while he slept. And not a single one of us would have blamed him. UwU

Casually hides in his brother's closet XDDD

Also I pointed it out before but Josh's room is Michael's room in main story.

Cody's cowardess is on full display: He bent to NOT killing Josh when he realized how badly Josh was coping with his brother's death.

Just like his daddy!~

Jokes aside this is my fave page in FNAF 4. It was lined by AK. I drew the sketch

I like, never draw the nightmares but the ended up so good here. Props to Ak for translating the sketches real well.

This is another instance of what I mean when I say there's no real good "Starting" place for the Creations AU.

This is smth that happens in Sister Location, but I feel Josh's character is more interesting with this context.

Buuuut this scene makes no sense. Aaaaand FNAF 4 shows more chronological events.

Agh.

Honestly whenever I get around to doing "Spring Bonnie's friends" I'd argue that is the best place to start chronologically but we'll see.

Anyway Cody saving his dumbass brother is so funny to me.

It's also really sad to think that he saved Josh because he knew how much Josh HATED the idea of dying in a springlock suit. Cody shows empathy quite often, especially towards Mike but this extends to helping Josh too.

His little "Now who's the cry baby?" is just the icing on the cake. XD

So Josh IS dead...?

Kind of?

His "remnant" is just kinda all over the place.

Will pick up in part 3 since PAGE LIMITS.

[shimano-futoshi]

You know what? I'm thinkin' that Nishikiyama Akira, Second Patriach of the Shimano Family has a damn good ring to it. Like, the two already have history. Maybe he (Nishiki) took Shimano's words to heart? Decided to follow him? Well, after he is dead ofc. I know Nishiki dies at the end of Y1 (spoilies), but what if He Didn't? Eh? Make Majima more of a match for Kiryu. They trade blows. Majima limps away. Kiryu limps away. Not a one sided conflict as seen in canon. Nishiki sees this. He knows Majima can stand up to Kiryu. Majima, the Mad Dog of... You guessed it.. Shimano. So what? You're a "mad dog". Anyone can be a "mad dog" if they so wish to forego their inhibitions. But... "of Shimano"? That's somethin'! You have purpose. Drive! Nishiki needs that. He desires it. So he succumbs to the loyalty of Shimano. The myth of Shimano's power. What did we truly see him do? The Jingweon Massacre? Give me a break. Bringing a gun to a fistfight is the epitome of cowardess. But, is Nishiki meant to know that? Nahhhh, he is meant to know the presentation of Shimano: the one who committed atrocities, who tamed the "Mad Dog", a legend in the Yakuzies... So he desires to take up that mantle. A mantle to rival that of Kiryu's; The Dragon of Dojima.... Nishiki becomes Shimano... The 2nd Shimano, mind you. "Shimano" cannot die. He persists. He is alive despite being dead. Through Nishiki, the second Patriarch of the Shimano Family, they both achieve their own ascension! Which, is kinda the deal with Yakuza right? Climbing up the ranks, yknow? But hey. Nishiki finally becomes what he wanted; More than what he is. And, more importantly. Something to rival Kiryu.

[curvyelf-moved]

Lucielli has a keen eye and cunning tongue, which leaves no room for the strength to follow through, lest she be too powerful.

A conniving cowardess who spins stolen tales plucked from those braver than she, a curse upon her family. So they say, she is gifted with the magic of healing, a cruelty of whatever fiend she be the seed of.

X

[dyke-stuck]

what do you mean by #it was one of those mini largely unmentioned rarepairs that pisses me off unbelievably. ? do you dislike rarepairs in general or was it just whichever one that anon requested ? /genq

i mostly want to know for future reference, as someone who is considering sending a request on over. one day. if i get the courage. does this count as a request? a request for knowledge, perhaps? am i icarus, flying to the sun with my feathered wings? fake like metal coiled around my arms, fake like the sunglasses over my perfectly generic grey icon? is this, too, a sign of my downfall? claiming cowardess while courage forces me forward? is it not bravery, then, but foolishness?

or perhaps my fear was never any smarter than my lack of it. perhaps, maybe, i have been a fool with or without my anxieties. and now, my friend, here i am laid bare. i am exposed, to you, my bleeding heart. my seeking eyes. will you whisper your answer? will you delete this ask without a trait? you have an easy way out. you can respond to the joke and not the question. is that why i do this, why i expose my monologue- the villian, perched, as the hero inches towards the doomsday button. completely aware. is it bravery? is it foolishness? is he too cowardly to simply win? I am unsure.

holy shit? uh i just dont like dirk/erisolsprite. im open-positive to most rarepairs id say. considering the rest of this blog. maybe chill a little.

[fettesans]

Top, Laurel Nakadate, Farther From Home Than I’d Ever Been, 2009, from the series Fever Dreams, C-print, 76,2 x 101,6 cm. Via. Bottom, screen capture from The Third Generation, directed by Rainer Werner Fassbinder, 1979, with a frame from The Devil Probably directed by Robert Bresson, 1977. Via.

See also, Greg Girard x Rainer Werner Fassbinder.

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Perhaps more shocking than this, is the life and reception of essayist and novelist Norman Mailer. When speaking about feminism and women’s liberation Norman Mailer said: “We must face the simple fact that maybe there’s a profound reservoir of cowardess in women that had them welcome this miserable, slavish life.”

In his book Advertisements for Myself, Mailer claims that a writer without “balls” is no writer at all:

I have a terrible confession to make — I have nothing to say about any of the talented women who write today. Out of what is no doubt a fault in me, I do not seem able to read them. Indeed, I doubt if there will be a really exciting woman writer until the first whore becomes a call girl and tells her tale. At the risk of making a dozen devoted enemies for life, I can only say that the sniffs I get from the ink of the women are always fey, old-hat, Quaintsy Goysy, tiny, too dykily psychotic, crippled, creepish, fashionable, frigid, outer-Baroque, maquillé in mannequin’s whimsy, or else bright and stillborn. Since I’ve never been able to read Virginia Woolf, and am sometimes willing to believe that it can conceivably be my fault, this verdict may be taken fairly as the twisted tongue of a soured taste, at least by those readers who do not share with me the ground of departure — that a good novelist can do without everything but the remnant of his balls.

I would argue that Norman Mailer spoke and wrote just as violently, grotesquely and shockingly about women as Valerie Solanas did about men. But he was not saying any of these things or writing his sexist texts as a parody or protest of his own subjugation.

Norman Mailer is still widely celebrated for both his fiction and essays, including numerous works that take a stand adamantly against feminism and women in general. In 1968 and 1980 he won the Pulitzer Prize. In 2005, he won the National Book Award for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. In 1960, he attempted to murder his wife by stabbing her multiple times in the chest, barely missing her heart.

Chavisa Woods, from Hating Valerie Solanas (And Loving Violent Men), for Full Stop, May 21, 2019. Via.

[piccadilly-bard]

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

"Oho! A signature weapon, you ask?"

The young Miqo'te's eyes light up at the question as he quickly threw a hand to the satchel bound tightly to his waist. Rummaging through its contents a moment, he drew forth a terribly tiny flintlock pistol.

So small was this handgonne that it could have easily been mistaken for a child's toy, or perhaps some miniature replica. Indeed, so incredibly diminutive was it that the amount of harm the pea-sized pellets it carried beggared belief... In how ineffective it likely was.

Piccadilly, on the other hand, seemed extraordinarily proud of just such a weapon.

"Although a conscientious objector--" a term likely used to hide the bard's sheer cowardess on the field of battle. "--This pistol has saved me many a time!"

Raising the pistol to his lips, he planted a gentle smooch along its steel barrel. It was at this moment that the young bard's finger brushed against the trigger, accidentally tugging on it.

CLICK

The hammer, already pulled back, struck against the steel in a swift motion, causing the Miqo'te's eyes to grow wide with fright. Yet that's all it was... A mere click. Thankfully, the weapon had not been loaded, lest he'd have shot a hole straight through his feathered cap.

With a sigh of relief, the young bard followed with a nervous chuckle before quickly stowing the weapon.

"Aha... hehe... I shall have to get that looked at!" he exclaimed, assuming it was a misfire.

Indeed, perhaps save for the bow, Piccadilly was hardly proficient in any weaponry one might find useful in battle!