#for lack of a better term i just can't be normal about it anymore

[iamthemaestro]

had a character development moment today where I realized maybe I simply do not have a healthy relationship to classical music anymore

[tabr1-s]

sunday rant and personal frustrations with him that i begun to write at 6am running on an entire 3 and a half hours of sleep (my cats woke me up.....)

(tldr at the end. i might be as bad as Sunday in terms of yap mileage (yappage) but i'll do one better than him and provide you with the concise version if you scroll all the way down.)

i have never felt such intense emotions about a character's moral viewpoint... Ever. and i've liked characters that were mass murderers before. morals (or lack thereof) usually never played a significant role in whether i liked a character or not (unless they did something i considered worse than plain ol murder, then i wouldn't associate with them), and 99% of the time i could find the character's motivations understandable under the circumstances that they were in.

and, technically, i can understand where Sunday is coming from too.

but that doesn't stop me from being Absolutely pissed at him.

(sunday-esque yap about myself incoming, i will eventually get to the point (which i will highlight))

as someone who has been told that i have "ocd features" Multiple times by my psychiatrist (practically each session) i understand the need for control. my obsessiveness manifests in the form of feeling the need to control practically everything - my current obsession for control being my own emotions, which extends to needing to control entire situations, and in turn makes me severely overthink all the possible outcomes to those given situations. i've also been guilty of controlling others before, and having the mentality of "i know what's best for you". hell, i still feel like that a lot, but i really try to push it back.

and this need for "control" is mainly the reason why i even find comfort in fiction. because it's oftentimes very predictable to me (it also made me think of how i do not find any interest in reading books, but i love writing stories of my own. particularly fan-fiction. and the only time i can feel comfortable enough to feel romance is towards fictional characters - because i control the narrative! it's something to think about.). if i like a character or a narrative, it's easy for me to pick apart where the writers will go with that story. and, even if the story turns out to disappoint me/be different than what i hoped for, i would still be Prepared for that possibility.

i somehow... failed to prepare for what would happen with Sunday.

i had set my sights on the wrong thing for 2.2. i invested my whole energy on trying to comfort myself that hoyo wouldn't take the ipc colonialism route (basically turning out to be capitalist/colonialist apologists) with penacony (which i Guess will be explored in 2.3? but now that i have some more context on the story and how it's unraveling i'm not as anxious about it anymore), that i overlooked a lot of other things that could've gone wrong.

namely, my favourite hsr character to be... Like that. (i'm not even being intentionally vague. i'm just dumbfounded)

i had Heard of the theory that Sunday is possessed by Ena (which didn't particularly make sense to me, and i refused to look at leaks concerning Sunday lest they upset me. either way i Really hated that theory. plus, Sunday being said to have ocd would've been an incredibly cheap way to foreshadow that he's "possessed" by the Order. you can't just create your first(?) important/playable character that has a confirmed mental illness and then go "it's okay actually he's Normal! he was just possessed". i took this very personally. and still am.), and saw a lot of theories concerning his involvement with the Order as well. i shut it all out, because i didn't like the implications of that.

which in turn made me Not think/comfort myself regarding the possibilities that he truly Was connected to the Order.

...

well, rest in pieces, me - it's always the things i don't pay much attention to/ignore/fail to think about. which is actually a bit strange because i was not expecting him to be an entirely sane person from the start - he was a politician type, a leader, and a manipulator, to name a few things. that much was obvious. in 2.0-2.1 i wouldn't have been surprised if it turned out that he was the one that "killed" Robin. again, nothing was out of the question. but, 2.1 showed a different side of him. one that cared for his sister and (seemingly) listened to her and cared about what she thought. so they became quite a comforting little sibling duo to me. tragic, yet you could depend on their mutual trust in eachother... or so i thought.

and then he... went and did all That. which just showed me how, despite him caring for his sister, he was still putting other things above her.

to conclude with my yap: in a sense, he is just my "grim reflection of the self". and although i feel sympathetic towards my past self and how naive and selfish i used to be, there are some flaws of mine i will never forgive myself for. and, Sunday, in a way, reminded me of... Everything. it was almost triggering.

(hey, writing this all down in one place helped me calm down! (it's a neverending cycle that will continue tomorrow. all it will take is seeing a post concerning him and his sister and i'll get pissed anew) yay!)

the point(s) (aka my qualms):

- how sunday manipulated robin + was planning to use her in the charmony festival to complete his plan. she was going to be an unwilling participant in creating a "utopia" that she would've been absolutely against, but he didn't stop to fucking. fill her in, maybe? talk it out? the sheer disrespect on the concept of free will and on the fact that your own sister is a human being of her own sickens me

- he should've cherished the relationship he had with her (x1000 because that's the ONE FAMILY MEMBER YOU HAD LEFT AND THAT IS SUCH A PRIVILEGE!!! IMAGINE HAVING SOMEONE CARE ABOUT YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY AND THEN YOU GO AND THROW IT AWAY!!! YEAH I'VE ALMOST DONE THE SAME EXACT THING MULTIPLE TIMES (AND STILL WOULD) BUT THAT'S WHY I ALSO KNOW HOW MUCH OF AN ASSHOLE MOVE IT IS!!!)

- he forsook his own self and shoved down his own biases and interests (fucking rat. you can't change the fact you're human and i'm very much saying that from experience) to become something Grander than life itself and in fucking turn isolated himself and shut out the one person who actually cared and then had the Gall to complain about being misunderstood/alone. (when you're finally sitting in your unreachable throne in this "dream" that you've created, who will you blame for being lonely? who will you blame when you have no one to fall back into? no one to support you? when everybody you did this for forsakes You?)

- HE DIDN'T EVEN HUG ROBIN BACK AT THE LAST SCENE. LIKE SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR FAILED PLANS AND COME DOWN FROM THE CLOUDS A LITTLE - THE JOY YOU SEEK FOR IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!

- all i hoped for was that sunday and robin would reunite and get the chance to be happy together, and the only true reason i'm mad is because i'm guilty of a lot of the same self sacrificial behaviours as him and very much understand the sentiment of "my loved ones would be better off without my negative presence and influence". but instead of empathizing with him, i feel betrayed. i thought he was better than me. i thought he was someone worthy of admiration, and that doesn't come easily from me. despite all the warning signs i fell for his obvious facade, and i Very rarely get taken by surprise - especially in a way like this.

- if it wasn't for the fact that Robin would feel sad if Sunday died i would personally go and strangle him myself

tldr; i'm just a big baby that placed a lot of faith on Sunday and his relationship with Robin post 2.1 and my ego took a Huge hit once he turned out to be just some immature emo idealist type. (come on, man - i genuinely thought you were better than me! someone worthy of respect! and i usually have a feeling of superiority over others! this was the biggest compliment/act of faith i could give! (talking to a wall (fictional character (I'M FUCKING UPSET))))

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for singlehandedly ruining my brother's life with my complacency?

For context, I (20NB) was frequently psychologically tormented by an entity that takes the form of a forest/state park near my town (no clue how old it is or if it has a gender) for a few years when I was a teenager, and once it had eroded my humanity enough it turned me into an extension of its power. It let me keep my free will, if you choose to believe in things like that, so when I was eighteen I fled to a different state under the guise of going to college, hoping that distancing myself would weaken the entity's grip on me. It didn't, but at least I was 600 miles away from it now, and I made sure to keep myself isolated from everyone else at college so I couldn't hurt them.

Fast-forward to last January. After two years at college, I found out about a kind of... medication, we'll call it, that I thought would loosen the entity's grip on me. The medicine functions by fogging over your memories of supernatural things existing, inducing a sort of... weaponized executive dysfunction, for lack of a better phrase? Anyway, that stops you from acting on your knowledge, which exploits the fact that these sorts of entities don't care about much other than how people who know they exist choose to act on this information- so, if you're physically unable to act on your knowledge they exist (which you barely remember anyway), they can't affect you. After giving the medication a trial run, I went back to my hometown to visit my brother N (17M).

Since I'm not all that human anymore, I found out early on that the entity retained its hold on me and was able to pull me back towards the state park even when I was medicated, but it never did anything once it'd got me there, so I got cocky and figured it must not be capable of affecting me past that. Plus, the entity had never done anything to anyone but me before, at least not that I knew of, so I'd spent years figuring I was its only victim and getting complacent because of that... and if it did finally kill me one of those times, I honestly think I would've welcomed it. Things were fine at first, though the entity somehow managed to break down the medication's effects once or twice, and I got to feel like a normal person again for the first time since middle school. But after a few weeks, the entity broke through the medicine's effects again and revealed to me that its real target had been N the whole time. That was why it kept pulling me back to the state park while the medicine was preventing me from consciously realizing what a bad idea that was: it wanted to get ahold of N, who I'd been bringing with me the whole time like an idiot because I still thought I was the entity's sole target. To make matters worse, when it told me this it was referring to N with the same kind of title it'd given me, which I knew it wouldn't have done if it wasn't absolutely sure I wouldn't be able to remove its influence from him.

I panicked and rushed N back to his car, which was when I had the idea that maybe if I overdosed him on the medication I'd been using, he'd go from mere brain fog to outright amnesia. I was still panicking and didn't take the time to think that idea through, so I just tackled N, shoved a bunch of my pills down his throat, and ran. I was too afraid of what I might see if I stuck around to make sure he was okay long-term (I guess it was kind of a Schrodinger's cat mentality or something?), so I went back to college and tried to pretend none of it happened. I did keep an eye on the news from our town and didn't see anything alarming, and that was enough that I could lie to myself that maybe N was miraculously fine.

N did end up forgetting the time I'd spent back in our hometown as planned, but I forgot to account for the fact that he'd been recording videos during almost all of the times we went to the state park, wanting to use them as B-roll for a film class project. He didn't even make it a month before finding those recordings on his camera and starting to piece things together on his own, during which his mental health and personal life started falling apart for obvious reasons. (He also started getting intermittently stalked by an unrelated entity during this time, but it's more a pest than anything else, I've already got plans for disposing of it.) Once I found out about all this, I came back to our hometown to clear things up for N, especially making sure he was aware that all of it was my fault: I wasn't about to pretend I'd been controlled by the entity the whole time or something, he deserved the whole truth. I'm pretty sure he's only tolerating my presence now because he needs my knowledge about how supernatural things work. It hurts, but it's not like I was expecting him to take it well, so I'm not planning to stick around once I've made sure he knows everything he needs to.

That's everything important. The answer seems pretty obvious, if you ask me, but... AITA?

[kenni-woodard]

Sometimes I am made really aware of my age in some spaces. Not from a "I'm better than the childishness I see" perspective, but from a "I'm way too tired to understand or care about some of the stuff I see" 😭

I now understand that when folks told me they were too old for stuff back when I was younger, it wasn't because they were trying to put me down or make me feel "less than". They were just too hecking exhausted.

Something about knowing that the misery you have experienced for the last 10 years with meaningless work will not be over for at least another 35 years is so demoralizing. Years of trauma and the associated medical issues (physical and psychological) have worn your body down. Having little to no support because once you reach a certain age, people simply don't care about you anymore so you have access to fewer resources and less research is out there about people in your age groups for things that should have been caught when you were younger but weren't. You can't live off of crap food choices - you can't even eat candy the way you want to because you feel the diabetes coming on with every bite. Or even drink soda...your hair is turning gray...

I'm not partnered. So I have no help. I know some folks who are partnered and still don't get help. Or that somehow experience things worse because there are now more people to have to juggle and make decisions for.

I can't sleep. My hormones wreck any sense of normalcy that I work hard to develop every week with my therapist. Idk. I'm just tired. Too tired to understand what the newest lingo is, what it means. Too tired for decorum and cancel culture - I just need the happy chemicals, if I had to pretend to be the perfect responsible ethical adult even when I'm trying to take a break from that I would probably have a nervous breakdown and would literally not be able to find joy in anything. I don't mean inethical in terms of doing harmful things to someone. I simply mean deciding not to interact with things based on principle even when that principle has absolutely nothing to do with why I'm interacting with that thing. Literally everything and everyone is problematic because no one is perfect. That's another thing I don't have the resources for - perfectionism.

Maybe not every person my age has this experience. I'm technically not even "that old" depending on who you ask. Maybe it's not normal to feel completely under the foot of life. And maybe younger people are experiencing this same crap. This same feeling. I just know that when I was younger, I didn't have to deal with any of this stuff. Sure I was depressed and traumatized. But now I'm those things times at least 35. Plus physically ill. And psychologically ill. Unable to eat candy or drink soda. Unable to bounce back from all-nighters. Lacking the mental elasticity and energy to be creative. Carrying too much to have enough room to carry things for the people I care about.

Also the world is just worse than it was back then. So there's that.

Edit: and to top it all off, THIS CHONKY UNIT KEEPS SHOWING UP ON MY FACEBOOK DASHBOARD EVEN THOUGH THERE IS NO IKEA IN MY AREA SO IT WOULD BE UNREASONABLY EXPENSIVE TO BUY HIM 😭😭😭😭😭

[obsidiancreates]

An Interpretation Of DHMIS 6: PTSD, Living With Trauma, and The Cycle Of Abuse

When it comes to DHMIS, especially the Webseries version, I like to keep my view of it Nebulous. I don't like having any one True Interpretation/Theory because to me, the magic of the series is in the lack of answers/clarity. That being said, I do have a favorite personal interpritation, which is this: the webseries is it's a great examination, by intent or by accident, of abuse, trauma, and PTSD.

I don't think that was the intent in it's creation, of course. I like to leave the interpretation nebulous, it can all mean anything- it *does* mean anything, everything, nothing. But it's certainly an easy lens to view the series through. This post specifically focuses on this idea in relation to Episode 6, however.

So, when we begin the episode, Yellow Guy is alone now. Duck died, Red Guy left. He's alone with The Teachers, continuing to undergo the torment. He's stuck in the active abuse still.

Red Guy is now in a boring office with people who just... don't understand him. Going with our theme, this is him trying to fit into the normal, expected life and actions despite all that he's gone through. And he tries his best, but his experiences have left him Changed, and his coworkers and peers just... can't connect with him. Not that they really try, mind you, but the point here is he is emotionally isolated. He's been through something none of them can understand. When he tries to express some of his feelings, he gets rejected. They think his singing file idea is boring. When he takes to the stage they all boo him off. He's not palatable to them anymore.

And then he sees Roy, and literally the world just... falls apart around him, and suddenly he's back in the world he escaped from. Following our theme here, I'd say it's a representation of being triggered.

He's acting differently because of what he endured, and the people around him don't understand it. They find it odd, unlikeable. Then he sees something that reminds him of what he went through, and everything else vanishes, and he's right back there, going through it all again.

He finds the control panel and sees Yellow Guy still undergoing the torment. He frantically starts messing with it, changing what's happening to Yellow. Again, since we're intentionally interpreting everything to fit this theme of PTSD/abuse/trauma, this can viewed as a representation of the cycle of abuse. Red Guy is trying to help, but is instead making things worse, inflicting the same horrors on Yellow Guy but in a different way. He doesn't mean to! But he's also not stopping! Through our chosen lens this makes a fantastic representation of how abuse cycles are often not perpetuated fully on purpose. If someone hasn't processed, healed... they can do a lot of damage without ever intending to, maybe even while actively trying to avoid it and trying to help.

Roy comes out of the shadows, puts a hand on Red Guy's shoulder, startles him and so Red Guy stops messing with the panel. Now, Roy's and Red Guy's interaction could represent a lot of things here. It could be coming to terms with your trauma and being able to stop taking your feelings about it out on others. It could be the way your trauma is always lingering at the back of your mind, affecting how you interact with others, and can sneak up on you with more intense episodes out of nowhere. It could even be seen as an abuser feeling pride or satisfaction that their victim is doing the same to others, even unintentionally. Viewing it through the lens we are, these all work for what happens next. Red Guy notices the plug, and pulls it.

"I wonder what will happen," he says. Again, many ways to interpret this from the idea we're going with here, but my favorite is it could be interpreted as Red Guy realizing he's perpetuating the cycle and deciding to stop it somehow. The ending of them all being their previously mentioned favorite color, to me, means things are Better. Red Guy did something good, and now things are better, and healing can be done.

Maybe Red Guy started over and these are their descendants, benefitting from the healing done. Maybe it's them, finally able to move beyond what happened to them and that's why the day finally changes on the calendar, they're finally able to live their lives without being stuck in that cycle.

Maybe it needn't be so literal and linear and it just... means something changed. Could be for better, could be for worse. But it's changed, at least.

I hope this makes sense, I tried to edit it and like, organize it better, but I'll be real I've been having the worst insomnia lately and I'm like, hanging on by a thread lol.

[scream-away-the-day]

Mm, it would seem no coherent thoughts have come to me, instead I have been hit with the realisation that Hermie is, in fact, Double Trouble from She Ra and that he would embody them as much as he could after he discovers them.

How would he find out this fact? It all starts with Normal going through Hero's online library (and I do mean library, because it's fucking massive) of anime and cartoons in an attempt to relate to Taylor more. Instead of finding an anime that he wants to watch, he stumbles across She Ra and he gets Hooked.

Normal watches all 5 seasons over the course of a weekend, gelling hard with the characters, the colours, the themes of friendship. My boy, for lack of a better term, hyperfixates.

Anyway, as he's watching he sees his friends in the characters. Scary is Catra: a girl that's lost, that has people keep leaving her, that is fighting for what she thinks she believes in because she's finally getting attention and validation even as she misses her friends on the other side, a side she doesn't think she can get to (also Willy is Shadow Weaver, a manipulative asshole that preys on vulnerable young people and uses emotional and physical abuse to make them bend to his will).

Link is Bow: someone that values friendship and trust above all else, who can hold a grudge when he gets betrayed. He loves his dads even if their relationship is strained sometimes, and he's almost always the one to get them back on track when they start down one tangent or another.

Taylor is Frosta: someone quick to violence but very loyal and loving, even if he doesn't express it in traditional ways. He's also very enthusiastic and (despite very clearly being the main character, obviously) is willing to help his friends, even at risk of endangering himself.

Normal sees himself in Scorpia. She's so friendly, and she tries so hard, and he relates to holding onto friends too tightly because he's afraid of them leaving. He relates to being the peacekeeper and mediator, bending over backwards to try and keep his friends happy. He relates to having a core piece of his identity being taken from him, twisted into something he isn't sure he can be or relate to anymore.

As he goes further through the seasons, Normal has fun with the show while also hurting for the characters. When DT first shows up in the Crimson Waste, he's on edge, worried about what this new character might do, but as he goes through and DT starts to turn up more regularly he becomes endeared to them, enjoying them and the chaos they bring even as it kinda fucks up what the Princess crew are trying to do. It isn't until Normal sees how DT interacts with Catra while they infiltrate Brightmoon that he really starts to see some Hermie in them.

It start when DT calls Catra "kitten". Normal has a vivid flashback to Hermie saying almost the exact same thing to him, and from there the parallels only become more apparent. The casually flirty nature, the ability to disappear into roles (shape-shifting, surprisingly, included) the confidence in themselves but still needing a role to slip into to stay safe. There are some bits that don't translate quite so well - Normal's fairly certain that Taylor isn't paying Hermie to stick around with them (or maybe friendship is just Hermie's currency... Huh), and the thought of Hermie betraying them after all they've been through together just doesn't quite sit right although if it happened with Scary it could happen with anyone.

Anway, after this, Normal feels like he can't just keep this reaslisation to himself and so he trawls the mess the internet has become and sends Hermie a DT compilation video with a very simple "its u :)" for context. Normal sees that Hermie reads the message but thats it, no response or anything so Normal, a little saddened that his friend didn't seem to like the comparison, goes about his day.

The next time Normal sees Hermie, he has his hair slicked back, is dressed in green-and-black skin-tight everything, has coloured contacts, and heeled boots that seem too high to walk in (Hermie, of course, manages to flawlessly). He even seems to be able to blink sideways like DT. As he walks past, all Hermie does is glance at Normal, wink, and purr "kitten" in a low voice before strutting away. Normal nearly blacks out from the rush of blood to his face.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Banter (2) Masterlist

part one

50 notes to unbox (ao3) - dylaesthetics

Summary: Dan moves out of his parent's home to start university and his older lifelong best friend Phil is rather an efficient help when it comes to helping Dan unpack, as well as a regular visitor of Dan's studio. What happens when Phil stumbles upon Dan's piggy bank for university savings he crafted as a child and finds it a new purpose? What happens when the truth comes out when it's so needed?

OR an overly cute, long and coming of age multiple part one shot you better read now.

April Fools Fic (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: This whole thing started out as a joke. Phil hadn’t meant any harm. He just wanted Dan to know that he could also pull a cheeky prank..

behind the curtain (ao3) - resurrectdead

Summary: Dan adores pink and is playing Satine in the school production of Moulin Rouge. Phil cherishes black and just happens to be good at doing some bombass makeup. Fate brings them together.

Bury Your Flame (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: After receiving a dragon egg when his grandfather passed away, Phil is forced to ask for help from the local dragon tamer. As he soon finds out, Dan Howell is nothing he’s been expecting. Infuriating, ludicrous, and completely lacking respect, Dan is everything Phil hates. But Phil will do anything to make his grandfather proud, even if that means getting help from the local cluck.

Dungaree Sex (A Valentines Day Fic) (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: Dan realized that breaking up with Phil was a terrible mistake. Valentines Day was coming up again and he still loved his ex. But of course, with Dan's luck, he was about to open his mouth and tell Phil about his revelation, when Phil blurted out that he had met someone else. (Taking place right after the Pastel Edits IRL video.)

Ever Read A Fanfic Like That? (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: He might be drunk, but he knew a bad idea when he heard it. He wasn’t going to let his best friend read a smutty fic to him like some bloody bedtime story. He remembered the Tumblr tag video and even that was too much...

Jealousy in a Less Obvious Form (ao3) - razortotherozary

Summary: Phil looked at his door briefly and then back at the camera. "Also," he said, pausing for a few seconds and taking another big breath. "I'm in love with someone. Though, they don't know it." Phil looked slightly sad in this moment, glancing at the ground. "And they'd hate me forever if they found out."

Maybe I miss you (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil leaves Dan for several months to temporarily live in New York City and work on a movie set.

The distance between them drove them both insane, but neither of them could voice the reason why.

When Dan comes to visit Phil in New York his feelings are threatened to spill after an encounter with one of Phil's new friends, but he keeps lying- to both Phil and himself.

Hopefully he can eventually tell the truth, because Phil gets another long-term job opportunity in California and Dan can't take any more distance.

Missing (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: "So we have a new update on the serial killer running loose around London-" Dan turns the tv off, he didn't want to hear anymore. He just wanted Phil back home, safe and sound.

My Shipwrecked Heart (ao3) - outphan

Summary: After his heart gets broken, Dan Howell decides to chase one of his dreams: he enters a competition to go on a Mediterranean cruise! It comes true and along the way, something even better happens.

Pretty Tough (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil’s a special agent. Dan's a model. Under normal circumanstances, they would never collide. But one day, Phil gets the model in trouble and has to keep him safe.

REAL hugs are coming (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Anonymous asked: I'm sending REAL hugs. B prepared. They are coming! danisnotonfire answered: thank u

Dan confessed to his online friend that he was really craving a hug but he most certainly didn’t expect to find a kind and handsome stranger suddenly standing outside of his door.

snuggle up close, let me hold your pieces in place, even if just for a night (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It was just one thing after another really.

Broken down bus with a whole class of freshers. Dingy hotel room that was cold as fuck. No one wanting to share a room with Dan.

But then the TA Phil stepped up to the plate and defended Dan. Of course, it meant that the two of them ended up sharing a bed, and then the heater had to break. It's the perfect excuse for sharing body warmth and confessions.

Special Delivery (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Dan Howell receives a package he definitely didn't order, but the man who did order it is... well, he's rather interesting. And the object he's ordered... well, it's odd, to say the least.

The 5 Year Plan (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: After a string of heartbreaks and meaningless hookups with other people Dan and Phil make a pact.

If they aren’t settled down with anyone in five years they’ll get married to each other.

Unnatural Selection (ao3) - PetalsandPhan (orphan_account)

Summary: Prince Phillip has never had a friend in his life. Controlled by his father, Phil is forced into going on a difficult journey to find the hidden princess. But when Phil is accompanied by the servant Dan, will their friendship blossom into something more, something forbidden and unheard of?

[jellyfish-romance]

Hey there @nuxsvibe how are you? I saw your Game IV was open and wanted to join in.

I would really like to choose the option no. B "Clarity"

My intials : T.Z

Details on the situation :

I wanted ask about a friend, more like an acquaintance now. We meet when were in elementary school, long time ago. Ik it sounds stupid but really When i met him i felt as if i saw him somewhere or like i meet him before even though i Never recall seeing or meeting him before. It was all so weird. He WAS such a good friend to me.. Well our good friendship is no longer there, crushes are never good and it turned sour. We don't talk anymore. It was completely one sided but idk i always felt very connected to him. We synchronised alot, it's like if i was experiencing something some days later he would also experience similar sort of thing. I just can't believe, there were too many coincidences like that. He was a person who made a very significant impact on me, i was never the same.

For exchange :

idk what is your relationship to person M but i think he/she sees you as a friend. Like a normal friend. He/she don't particularly have any hard feelings in regards to you. I think now they just want to be by themselves. I think the relationship you guys may have is very platonic in terms to them. One thing i feel called to tell you is that to not rush things or to be patient, to wait it out. Focusing on yourself will be better for now.

Thank youuu so much for hosting the game. I appreciate all your time and energy. Let me know if my exchange was relatable?? I am still learning how to channel and that would be very helpful. Thank you once again!!!

Take care & sending alots of warmth 🐳🤍

hi I'm good.

thank you for the exchange.

b. clarity - what do you need to know about the old connection/situation with E

Four of Pentacles one of you might be having a tough time letting the connection go.. the cards are saying the connection has become something that is no longer nurturing for either of you. there is lack, (5 of Pentacles) like a wilted leaf, it's time to let go. it could be you aren't really defending yourself you need more boundaries than now (9 of Wands reversed). you're like The Empress you need to nurture yourself. you need to move on (8 of Cups) and I promise you'll feel better when you do. it could be it's on your mind a lot and it's causing stress and you need to just move on. I understand you are attached to them but let go of what no longer serves or deserves (I heard deserves) you. I asked what will happen if you let go and got two Page cards, Page of Wands and Page of Pentacles, you will have a fresh start and begin something you need to work on. here's to letting go and starting anew, you can do this✨

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[13eyond13]

DISREGARD MY LAST ASK JUST SAW YOU ALREADY DID LIGHT!! how about matsuda instead?

I don't mind doing more for Light too! 😁 I'll do both:

LIGHT + Realistic Headcanon: he actually never had a one-on-one sleepover with a guy friend before sharing a room with L the Yotsuba Arc, because though he was popular with a lot of his classmates he normally never got past a fairly superficial level of friendship with anybody else

LIGHT + Not Necessarily Realistic, but Hilarious Headcanon: Light keeps a fluffy pink bath towel in the bathroom that he rage screams into whenever he's frustrated by his unsatisfying domestic partnership with Misa (and he doesn't know that she often uses this towel to clip her toenails onto as well)

LIGHT + Heartcrushing Headcanon: Sachiko keeps his bedroom exactly as it was whenever he lived there, and she and Sayu keep it locked and barely ever go into that room anymore because the memories of him are still so strong in it and so painful to relive

LIGHT + Disregarding Canon Headcanon: can't really think of much else for this one! I love most of the canon stuff about Light

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MATSUDA + Realistic Headcanon: he isn't a virgin anymore, but he's never had a long-term romantic relationship of any kind either, and at age 25 is still pretty close to being that inexperienced. He exaggerates his own romantic and sexual expertise a little and patronizes Ide about his own lack of dating experience during the successor arc because it makes him feel a bit better about himself

MATSUDA + Not Necessarily Realistic, but Hilarious Headcanon: he keeps a scrapbook of all the exciting clippings about the Kira investigation like an excited mom, and that's partially why he was so disappointed that the fake news article about his fake death was so small

MATSUDA + Heartcrushing Headcanon: he's struggling with a drinking habit at the end of the series due to not fully processing all the Kira case grief and trauma, like Light and Soichiro's deaths

MATSUDA + Disregarding Canon Headcanon: I think he's probably a bit more of a serious character now in the wake of the Kira case than just going straight back to the comic relief himbo he seems to be in some of the later one-shots set in the present day

[headcanon ask meme]

[taraelghrimwilliams]

Friends, family, random internet users who, for some reason or another, happened upon this page, welcome to my diary. Since it's hard to let every single friend know whenever something new happens in my life, I've decided to start a diary. This way, I can update those who care enough to keep updated. However, I'll still start this as I would a normal diary: by writing information about myself.

My name is Tara Elghrim Williams. I am twenty six years old, and I'm living out of my car in rural America. My only marketable skills, if you could call them as such, is my writing (which I'm told is above average despite me harshly disagreeing) and my graphic design work, which is still quite amateurish as I do it as a hobby, not a profession.

I am a trans woman who suffers from a multitude of mental health problems. Diagnosed, I have PTSD, OCD, anxiety, and depression. Through researching symptoms, I do believe that there is a possibility that I may suffer from ADD/ADHD, and it may be possible that I am also on the autism spectrum. However, as none of those have been diagnosed (due to lack of funds and insurance), I do not pretend that I definitely have any of them.

This all started around a year ago now. It was a single meme. Something about taking a bunch of Benadryl and getting high to see a shadow monster. I dismissed it as a joke, but eventually curiosity got the better of me. I got high off of them. And it uprooted my entire life.

Everything was strange. I didn't see monsters, but I felt calm. For the first time in years, I felt zen. And then I fell deeper into that high. My music was distorted. I could feel the vibrations rattling my very core. My body could barely move, I was physically unable to speak due to both my mouth being so relaxed and my mind being so, for lack of a better term, laggy. Nothing felt real anymore. It was as if I fell through reality and into a dream where existing didn't hurt anymore.

But of course, after falling asleep, I woke up to the aftermath of this kind of high. Everything was sore. Everything felt wrong. I felt wrong. I wanted to feel that way again. I had to feel that way again. So, I kept abusing allergy medication. I kept getting high behind my fiancee's back. Slowly but surely, this changed me. I became more secretive. I became distant. Eventually, I even became someone else entirely. Someone I've grown to despise.

I cheated on her. It wasn't physical, and I didn't even realize what I was doing in my drug addled state of mind. But it was true. I cheated on her. I was disgusted with myself, and planned to kill myself that same day. She gave me the older of our two cars, a kindness she didn't have to extend to me, and despite crushing her so thoroughly with my actions, she still stood by me and insisted that I go to my parents house instead of killing myself.

I wish I could have taken back the implication that I was going to end my life. Not because I wish I had gone through with it, but because she didn't deserve to have an even greater burden on her mind while going through something so devastating. Unfortunately for us both, I can't take back any of the actions I've taken, wish as I might.

That was around five months ago. Every day, the weight of my sins grows heavier upon my back. The worst part is not knowing why I truly feel this guilt. I want to believe that this guilt is because I truly regret my actions. I hurt the one person in this world that I ever saw myself marrying. The person who I would have given up everything to be with. My highschool sweetheart, my soul mate, and above all of that? My best friend.

But there's a nagging at the back of my head. Do I truly regret it? Or do I regret getting caught? Do I regret losing the woman who sacrificed so much to keep me happy and healthy because I appreciate what she did for me, or because it cost me the roof over my head? More importantly, why do I want to ease this burden of guilt? Do I truly just want her to heal from me harming her, or do I just want to feel good about myself, being able to pretend to the world that despite straying, I'm still a good person?

It kills me not being able to know.

From there, I lived with my father briefly. My stepmother was unreasonable as ever. Despite my plethora of health concerns, such as my tendency towards suicide while stressed and experiencing the most stress I've ever endured in my life, she insisted that I get a job within the month, or else I'd be kicked out. Eventually, as the aspect of holding down a job in my current mental state was unbearable and the deadline was drawing nearer, I made up a lie. I pretended to get a job to get her off of my back while I attempted to figure something else out.

My stepmother, though, is nothing if not the nosiest human being on the planet. Somehow, despite her busy schedule, she managed to find enough time to invade my privacy and snoop around where I claimed to work. She had a friend there that she asked about my employment with, which led to a massive fight.

I left that day, telling them both that I would rather die on the streets than ever live in the same house as her. Her years of mental and verbal abuse was too much for me to deal with anymore.

My plan then became to move in with a friend of mine, one who said they had the space for me and was willing to take me in. I would have to wait some time for them to figure out arrangements for me, so in the meantime, I left for Kentucky to stay with another friend temporarily.

Here, I'd like to take a small break from explaining the past to thank someone very dear to me. A friend that I'll call Sue for privacy reasons. Sue couldn't and still cannot take me in, but I absolutely would not be here today without their help. They've sent me more money and support than I could have ever expected from or asked of them. Without their help, I never would have made it to Kentucky, and I'd most certainly have died by now. If you're reading this, and I'm sure you will at some point, you really are a saint for helping me through these dark times.

I got to Kentucky without incident and met my roommates, a fellow trans woman who I'll call Jill, and a bisexual (or formerly bi turned gay? Unsure of which) man that I'll call Jack. Jack and Jill could only host be for about three-ish months, but hopefully, that would be more than enough time. I helped out with rent and groceries where I could, and as time went on, I got the bad news.

My friend who had previously offered to take me in had to rescind the offer. I don't remember if they told me what happened or if they purposefully left it vague, but I assume it had something to do with finances. Either way, that threw a wrench in my plans. A fairly large one at that. I used the rest of my time looking for a new plan while staying with Jack and Jill, and eventually contacted an old family friend. They were willing to help out! Great. I left Kentucky hopeful, but by the time I got back home, things had changed again.

An illness in the family meant money was going to be tight. And this meant that I was now living out of my car in a cold winter, mere days before Christmas, right before a blizzard was set to hit us. Thankfully, my dad was able to put me in a hotel for a little under a week, either five or six days. Long enough to wait out the negative fifty (with windchill) temperatures and the intense winter wind. During this time, my laptop charger broke, and I spent nearly half of my Christmas money getting new chargers that didn't work. Despite having charging cables that matched my port, none of them actually charged the damn thing, meaning I was now out of not only my only escape from reality, but my connection to charity organizations and government aid programs.

This last week has been one of the most eventful, as I've been rejected by one charity, found another, got pulled over by a literal saint of a police officer that helped me discover the previously mentioned charity, got to help a stranger jump their car in a gas station... Things are honestly changing so fast that its even hard for me to keep up with everything! That's all of the important bits about the past. Now, it's time to focus on the future.

[kyntypes]

My mental health is SO BAD. I'm not well. I don't know what caused this. I just am not well.

I've been attempting to 'burn bridges' last night, including with my boyfriend. I just started being so awful to him in an attempt to keep him away. I've blocked him, and haven't spoken to him since. He didn't do anything wrong.

I told my online friends I hated them, and that I was glad to be rid of them. That's not true. I don't hate them.

My behavior and mindset is becoming more and more erratic, and I'm very close to just admitting myself into a mental hospital, or calling the police on myself just so I can get help. Therapy only does so much. I hate taking my medication, and literally the only thing keeping me alive is that others would be sad. That's why I'm trying to cut ties with everyone, so they can be happy that I am gone.

I know it's awful to admit any of this, but so be it. I just can't care anymore. I hate my meds because I feel like I can hardly feel. Sure, I'm more inclined to be optimistic, but knowing I'm not at a natural state for me stresses me out. It feels like I'm trapped when I seem normal, and I get depressed because it doesn't feel like me. I feel like me when I'm experiencing violent mood swings, and constant annoyance with everything.

I'm hurting others around me, and I am tired of having this awful storm in my mind to hurt people. I might as well if it's just going to be like this, as selfish as it is. Either I'm away from others, or I still hurt people.

I swear, if this is my PMDD fucking me up, I'm going to be livid. Don't even get my started on how fucked up that makes me. I have thrown what is, for lack of a better term, adult tantrums, because I lose almost all control of my emotions and thoughts during my pre-menstrual phase.

My life isn't even bad, I just feel terrible for little to no reason. I know I'm my own worst enemy, and if that's the case, then again, so be it. I'm tired of myself, and I keep fantasizing about my own death, and how others would react to it.

I can't wait for my time to come.

[toastingpencils37]

So, I, as a teenager, know that it is a normal thing for teenagers to date.

However, due to my lack of desire for a romantic relationship whatsoever (due to the fact that I'm probably orchidromantic & all the logical parts of my brain telling me that I would not be a good girlfriend, because I know me & I know I would not be able to give up time, money, and space for a significant other & that I just can't see myself happy in a relationship) it's actually strange to me when people date.

Like, I know that 16 year olds date, as well as people much younger, but then there's me like, "Damn, my age group's dating already?"

(and I've come to terms with the fact that I'll probably be like this in my 20's as well, knowing full damn well people have been marrying & dating for the past few years while I'm just sitting there confused as hell wondering why everyone's marrying already)

And honestly, even as an elementary schooler when I'd have crushes on people - and I'd have multiple crushes at once - there'd occasionally be times where I'd daydream about when my crush & I are married, but I never actually thought or daydreamed of actually dating them. And as I grew older, I started noticing that when I'd have crushes, I wouldn't want to date them or be in any romantic relationship with them, or want them to know I actually like them, but would rather only be close to them platonically.

(Though it is strange that I haven't had a crush since I turned 15. Because I remember a week or two after my birthday realizing I didn't have a crush on a certain guy anymore, & I haven't had any crushes since then)

Also, I started growing more afraid that once, while I have a crush on someone, they have feelings for me back, and want to date me, orrrr, even worse, they know I have feelings for them (which is pretty far-fetched because I don't like telling anyone I have a crush on someone until after I'm over it, because that's just embarrassing as fuck to me. And I've somehow gotten much better at concealing I have crushes on other people) and then try to date me, but I decline, pissing them off. And since I'm a women, they might get all "Oh, she's playing hard to get", when I actually just don't want to date them

[allmothsdied]

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My diary...

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(Me with me talk)

I'm feeling sick, like this pretty weird kind of sick. Not really sure what's going on... I'm hot and cold at the same time. Or more like... I think I have an internal fever, but I have chills on the surface of my skin. I also feel this weird tingling, not just in my fingertips or hands and feet, but kind of everywhere, in my whole body. And my head is spinning.

I tried to take a nap, but I remained half-asleep, half-conscious, I perceived all the surrounding sounds and movements, but I was not able to react to them and wake up completely. I think I was a little delirious from dreams that I had several at once.

I feel like throwing up, even after drinking, which normally doesn't happen to me. I don't know what's wrong... Or how to make it stop. I don't like it. It's not normal, like not even for me.

Maybe it's from the extreme lack of sleep in the last few days combined with general long term sleep deprivation. I don't know...

Oh don't be lying.

Don't be fucking lying to yourself! U know damn well why u're feeling like shit today/or in general.

You are malnourished, maybe not extremely, but for a long time. Your body is exhausted. And so damn tired.

And today you ate full plate of meal and made yourself throw up everything right away.

Also, it's been months since you stopped eating one full meal at a time without purging.

And a few slices of cheese with lot of vitamin pills and about two liters of coke a day is hardly enough to keep you alive...

Fuck, aren't you tired of it yet?

Aren't you tired of this shit yet?! Aren't you tired of yourself?

Almost ten years of this ED madness... Ten fucking year u hear me?! Ten! And you're not a child anymore! You are adult now and still can't do any better.

I am so damn fucking tired of you! U can't even try... U can't even want to get better. What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh?

Oh god you are lost case. Incurable. So hopeless. So desperately fucking hopeless. No wonder everyone gave up with you. You gave up with yourself first!

Damn why do you keep doing this shit!?!

I just...I can't stop... I just... can't care enough... I can't stop myself...

[darlingpwease]

"you're just the type of brat that no one can love for this," :((( /ht not an attack?! It is!! My sleep will probably get better soon >:(( I do need to sleep a lot, but school will be out in a few weeks so I can sleep then. You need to be sleeping well also!! ...you should, please <33

I do believe it!! That's one of the things I will happily repeat to you /gen /neu I mean to tease you, but I don't mean to be mean :// ... :0 ah, true... you should definitely do that first. Then once you get proper diagnosis on how severe your head injury is, you must lay down and take proper medicine and care until you feel better and have a clear mind <33 WHAT, No???? How did u come to that conclusion??? /hj

On the brightside, it's not that bad rn. So you'd just be hitting ur head for nothing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ /t my closet is locked tho so ur stuck now <333

I feel like it makes it more embarrassing, especially since you said you were worried about that happening as well <//333 I hope you at least rest well, I'll be up all night in terror /hj I'm... I'm just letting you know that it's okay if you do forget <333 we already have really nice memories and can keep getting more <<333

I'm the sly charmer?! Says you,, AAHHHH SHUSHHH SHHH STOP NO MORE PLEASEEE ....(;﹏;)

...can we please talk this out??? /ht??? /kinda /not really /please ♡

-panna cotta

that's right, darling, no one likes a brat, especially one as stubborn and teasing as you ://// /t /¾nsrs It's not an attack if I didn't attack first, and I didn't attack first, so... <3333 your what? what? I'm not sure you understand the meaning of the word "sleep"; you know, it's when people rest, well, you know, rest normally, as you should, for example, if you were a good cocotta (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) 'probably' pfff sjhdhdhdhd /t I'm not such a baby like you anymore, sweetest, sleep can't help me much in growth (although considering how many times you've already missed the opportunity to grow up due to lack of dreams, I don't think it's already relevant for you), but I'm sure I sleep more than you :/// besides, who are you kidding, when school ends and summer begins, the last thing you will do is sleep :////////

... the second and third things is the 'need to lay me down' and that 'you are constantly forced to defend yourself from my mean words and teeth', hmmm? /t /j of course, you don't mean to behave meanly, you're just behaving meanly :/// I have rested, but my opinion and words have not changed; what will you offer me now?🤨🤨🤨 /j this /hj tone betrays your red hands, meanie :/// /t

wha? wha are ya sayin'? I'm sory, but I don't 'nderstand ya, I think the blow to ur stubornes made me an 'merican. it would be "nothing" if I crashed into your consciousness about the importance of taking care of yourself, because you definitely don't have it :/// help stepbro im— do you think it's going to stop me from getting to your ankle??? so cocky & silly </3333 I've already crawled under your blanket, find me♡ ;333 /t /j

yes, so I'm glad that I was a little bit luckier of the two of us~ <3 /t /nsrs I hope so, because I prefer to bite scared little bunnies~ <333 /t /hj do we have? but you said that you and I don't know each other well and don't know each other well and aren't close enough, so how can I let go of this little precious memory of us that exists so little??? /t />:3333 hehehe>;333

of course!!! you're a sly little sweet talker who keeps wagging his fox tail as if no one sees him</333 If I were more innocent and naive, I'd think you were serious, but I know you</3333 what exactly should I 'not talk more'? about the fact that you sent me a pretty raw message without a small text where you left a nice note for yourself and let us all see it~? /t

hehehe, then what are the terms of the deal?<3333 /t /j /nsrs /not that it could help you /but I'll give you a chance♡

[lambsearandlavender]

So... my January.

Got incredibly badly triggered in therapy. Had decided in advance to give myself a week off and so just, raw dogged reliving some serious fucking trauma in that time. Think like...I thought my attachments were secure and I unsurfaced a memory that literally took my closest, safest, most loving relationship and snapped it in half. One of two people I trust to never leave or hurt me. And the other one is dead.

So then I didn't sleep for 2 weeks.

So I missed a lot of work.

And I already have intermittent fmla in saying I can miss one day a week because of my pnes seizures. And some weeks I use that for panic attacks instead but whatever. Anyway, lack of sleep and increased panic attacks.

Then right when I was getting better, I got covid. I avoided it for 3 years, but when you work in a school and no one wears masks or takes tests or even stays home when they're sick anymore, well, it's going to happen.

Anyway that means I missed more work. And I'm still very sick and actually only confirmed today at urgent care that it's covid (I knew, but none of my coworkers will take a test anymore because they don't want to have to stay home or they just don't think it could possibly be covid for whatever reason).

And so, in the end, I missed literally 50% of my work days in January. And i am doing fucking everything I can. I am working my ass off as much as is possible, physically without aggravating my cfs/whatever else, mentally while intentionally aggravating my trauma and pnes to heal it long term. There is not a single thing I can be doing better in my life right now. But it's not working, it's all falling apart. I'm a fucking wreck.

My therapist agrees that I'm doing everything i can, which i guess is nice validation because i keep beating myself up over it. Today she told me I'm strong for logging into therapy, with covid, having had a panic attack earlier today, after 2 weeks of not sleeping much. She was like wow, and at your baseline on top of all that you're in pain, but you still logged in to therapy? But what am I supposed to do? My baseline is bad. Things right now are worse. But they never go any better than bad, and I have a home and bills to pay and a job to keep. I need therapy to get better. I know it will sometimes make me worse on the way to better. So you bet your ass I'm going to be there and do that work because it's the only alternative I see to suicide.

That reminds me that I've also gone through all of this fully unmedicated; no antidepressants, heart meds, pain managers, adhd meds, no combating my fatigue, none of it because I was supposed to be off them for a tilt table test tomorrow that I now have to reschedule. And tbh I've actually been really proud of myself because the lack of sleep and anxiety are bad, but they're trauma, and I feel like aside from the trauma responses, my un medicated baseline is better than normal rn? Which is wild because life sucks rn.

Normally on a good day, even a fantastic day, without meds I seriously want to die. Really truly can't stop thinking about it, want to be dead. But the last two weeks it only crosses my mind like twice a day and never too seriously or for too long. That's huge.

But then, back to work - obviously I can't be missing 50%. And unfortunately I don't do the kind of job you can just reduce your hours at, it's full time or nothing. So this isn't sustainable. But there is literally nothing more or better I can be doing about it right now. But today I got an email from hr about obviously being out of compliance with my fmla and that I need to update the paperwork or whatever or there will be disciplinary action.

I guess I have to email my doctor tomorrow. Idk. I'm a fucking mess. I might have more panic attacks about it before I get any sleep tonight. Sigh.

Anyway I also can't really afford to um. Lose my income. But the only thing I can think of to do is fight to finish The school year and then work my ass off over the summer to finish my doula certification and start my business so that at least I have more flexibility and no bosses to answer to about my illness. But. I have to do all that fighting to stay afloat and then all that working my ass off while continuing to be extremely physically and mentally ill, disabled, and dealing with trauma and ptsd. So.

That's when I find myself thinking, maybe I should just die. The odds are so very very against me in every way. I'm tired. I'm working so hard and I'm so burned out and I'm tired. And right now I feel very alone in it.

[feepingcreature]

Maybe this could be a nifty place to go with it: mahou shoujo-ing is - not quite yet - but being on its way to being normalized to the point you can just put out a call for applicants, but somehow it's become this sort of normal-to-low-status occupation? Like, everyone agrees that some people have to transform and fight the forces of evil but do they have to be so ... *so* about it, you know? So falling in yuri with a magical girl would be sort of like bringing home a plumber. Like a trade 9-to-5.

The question is, sure it's an umbrella corporation that hires magical girls. How does this not just make it the TSAB? Well, the TSAB basically doesn't exist, at least in the first one, right? It's an organization but it doesn't have any organizational concerns. You don't see Nanoha meeting with politicians to secure funding for long-term Jewel Seed storage. It's just flavor, just lore background to explain why we have space aliens, characterize the setting as magical sci-fi. It's as present as Weyland-Yutani in Alien.

So that's boring. It can't just be this, it has to be that magical girls being a corporate job is somehow driving a departure from the norm - for the setting, and for telling a magical girl story. It'd be easy to turn this into a parody of corporatism - the magical girl that hasn't transformed for three months cause she keeps being asked to clean up the artifact warehouse, the time somebody got fired because she averted the apocalypse and so missed a critical meeting - I mean, you could write this with ChatGPT, it's a completely established narrative, but then you're not really taking advantage of the magical girl side of things. So maybe you turn it around and ask, well, how does being a corporate drone affect magical girl plots? How can you form a magical girl squad if your girls keep leaving or being promoted? Do this outsourced online quiz so we can rate your Linker Core on your matrix chart. How do you exhaustively document dealing with the psychological quirks of a particular villain? How do you handle that you promised a dark magical girl that you'd take care of her if she came along but the company has concerns about a gap in her employment record? Or for how long has the company not even been about saving the world anymore? What if your boss comes in your office and says "okay, we're getting out of villains, villains don't pay, we're gonna specialize in mooks only?" How does this change if you're actually really good at area clear? And does the Dark Kingdom also have a corporate structure? How do you save the world if it's objectively the case the villains are using an incentive model that is aligned with their end goals and you are painfully aware that your company does not? Do you go fund a magical girl startup? How long is your runway if you need grief cleansing?

But all of that is actually not the most interesting aspect to me, because being a corporate drone isn't socially glamorous. Everybody here implicitly accepts that magical girls are special and good and intrinsically valuable, which is why they deserve good things happening to them. Even Madoka embraces this unquestioningly, then merely milks the contrast with the actual events for drama. What if this society does not value magical girls, not in a "they hate you because they don't understand" but just in an occupational way? There's no lack of them and they're interchangeable so they sort of degrade to being kind of cringe in a chuuni way. Like, what if somebody genuinely reacts better to "stress at work, my boss was really on my case" to "I almost died when Thaumovore Group accidentally collapsed the reality bubble they put their dark energy factory in"? What if you describe your awesome rainbow finisher and the reaction is "yeah okay but why rainbows though" and now you have to explain why you dedicated 0.3% of your energy output to kind of cringe theming? What if you realize that all the love and adoration you always felt inherently belonged to this job was just ... something that existed in your very specific bubble, and nobody else agrees?

Would any of this be fun to read, or would it be too painful? Idk.

Magilumiere magical girls ltd. A girl looking for a job is recruited by an organization that focuses on sensing our magical girls to fight monsters.

Does this manga's premise sound good or bad?

depends on what "sensing our magical girls to fight monsters" means

it implies something more complex than "the company employs magical girls, who fight monsters" but I have no idea what that is