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rennyji · 10 months ago

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painting a picture -- sorry not my favorite post to point to -- has to be said

So my mom has been unexpectedly off or on leave from work.

Is it to incite grievances one way or the other to further a project by creating a setting?

Is it because I’m writing about my situation and that implies I’m less hinged?

Do the orchestrators think that they can show utmost care to situation by leaving mom off when Renny is writing?

You screw my head, put me through shock therapy 20 times, notify people of me regardless of which external setting, and you think people are retarded to believe you were careful, Mr/Mrs Orchestrator?

But I could be wrong. I’m pretty pissed with my decade plus long situation. The orchestrators already pulled the most unbelievable situation.

Hey caring b*stards! in the orchestrators Did you think about what that leads the mind to wonder about, when you turn everything upside down?

How are you going to justify frying my brain 20 times with electro convulsive therapy? Where was your caring mindset…but wai, I'm still unsure if the extended leave my mom is taking, is about a facade to indicate care from the orchestrator's possible directive.

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You know what else slips, in terms of detail, through everyday interactions?

The woman who allegedly hijacked my call to the FBI happened to be of a black accent as she screamed “stop calling us” while impersonating the FBI. The FBI is expected to be trained for the psychology of difficult situations or people. And they’re yelling “stop calling” without any input from me doesn't imply compassion, but aggression.

But then this is the world we live in…you have a mob of people robbing an Apple Store in Philadelphia.

Congress, society’s elite, breaks into fist fights.

Someone in court, was reported by the news, as jumping or pouring on the overseeing judge.

Is it too much of a stretch to assume kids that I complained about, or people I complained about, ages ago, were given unprecedented access to high end technology?

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What do other people get from my situation? Normally, by knowing what’s possible and impossible, legal and illegal, people get sanity and structure to their lives. Doesn't doing this to my life, leaving me an opportunity in history or a Guinness book, doesn't this uproot how people understand their lives?

What does my situation do for me and others?

Some of the things that happen in my vicinity:

Right from the gitgo: insults to my features, be it lighter skin tone or size of lips.

Next, when I go for TMS (transcranial magnetic stimulation therapy for ADD) consultation, something, maybe own history/experience, gets nurse in New Jersey, outside of Yonkers and Westchester, to ask me if I have kids I don’t know about.

When I go to CVS, while I’m getting causal snacks for a casual movie night, you have people trying to fight over $5. Sometimes I wonder if it's bait for me to comment on. But I see this...

I’m forced in a situation, where I’m forced into behavioral health centers, where I’m around guys who’ve been arrested, fans of terms like bird dogging, haters of soft hands, guys saying “I want my money/where’s my $1000."

I’m forced out of a job and put into the Social Security system where I’m talking to defiant people you don’t feel comfortable asking questions. It takes forever to reach some1 and you end up living off minimal monthly money, like you don’t have two degrees, since no one seems to want to give me a job because of my situation.

At Bank of America and PepsiCo, the focus was always to get me to go on coffee breaks or writing long emails. No one would take me seriously. What does that do to a psych?! You take initiative to talk to people, through Zoom, in India, late at night, or Australia, or people in Texas. You're told don't get involved. You press someone to provide needed information for a project, for months, they keep telling you they'll do it, but don't, and manager doesn't press them. At Bank of America, I'd go to work on Saturdays to train myself in their technology. When assigned something, I do it, try to have someone check it over, and they basically flip me off. A lot of my peers surprised when I indicate I have any type of technical know how. All this evidence indicates the jobs I do get are just to physically get me out of the house, in a public setting, put through something to find out how my mind communicates by having people engage in random conversations or disputes with me, via conversation or email.

but I digress, I'm trying to paint a picture:

When I went to Binghamton, the first time I’m in front of their information commons: a vast and advanced computer lounge for 200 students, the orchestrators project their interest in seeing opportunity for the under funded SUNY Albany.

Binghamton, outside of Albanys nanoscale engineering school, is better funded, allegedly, because of it being the Harvard of the SUNYs.

It gets that reputation from admitting students with higher grades and test scores. One could argue targeting that subset of students also attracts common personalities. When I started out as an engineering major there, just by saying my major to someone, people understood, I'm booked with books for the next four years.

SUNY Albany is well reputed party school. Stating my major here didn't have the same results.

People upstate may have a different mindset because they get admissions and transfers from local community colleges and regular colleges in the vicinity.

The students I interacted with there, were local, or from places like Brooklyn vs. Bronxville or New Rochelle reputed to having better school systems.

The accusations by students or faculty in my vicinity, at SUNY Albany, is whether I’m on drugs - since people are allegedly helping me somehow someway- along with accusations of whether I’m mean to invisible women, or woman, singular.

I’m seen as a nasty/impolite/spoiled man as a student then and in present time. Whose viewpoints are these? Do white people, beyond olds school whites running troubled kids tv shows have this perspective? Do black American women have this focus on discipline, that they think ur lacking in?

This isn't me being racist. Sometimes when people like my mother speak, in what they say, how they say it: I feel like I'm hearing the echo of someone else, like an attitude I'm used to seeing from lots of television.

Next thing in painting a picture:

I’m around people who want to bait me into a conversation about Jamaican people having parents that are strict about their children’s education…

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My working class parents, whose hard work over the years gave me my house and heat and whatever, gave me a good high school where we were educated on what kind of men to be. We wore blazers and had laptops before they were the norm. I spent my lunchtimes in study halls or visiting a chapel, because of something I remember hearing: people grow distant from their faith as they get older. I wanted to avoid that. We were taught to be leaders. It leads to being an engineering major at, when its a state university, a good state university, or what ended up being known as the Harvard of the SUNYs.

It’s funny: if I knew I was going to Albany, I could have taken the scholarship from initial admission, vs the paid tuition from being a transfer.

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So, I'm sorry, if you took the time to read this, and this sounds bad, or if it's not connecting well. It's about a vibe I'm getting and not something I'm intently motivated to articulating, like mindfulness. It's not me retelling for the 100 billionth time, the story of how I got to the present day: January 17th. If this post puts you off, I hope it doesn't stop you from reading the other things in the Tumblr link/post that directed you here. As per what's on twitter (handle: @rennyji ), there's some good stuff and there's some bad stuff. Its twitter. I usually make points based on the news or philosophy or the state of the world, but there is also, from hindsight, some garbage like me realizing American's over use of toilet paper in place of soap and water. Things factoring into that: I saw an advertisement for a product called LUMI, that you apply to a particular crack, and when. you're a first generation American like myself, you wonder if the things you do, are the same way everyone in America does things.

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But about that picture that I feel I'm getting vibe toward, from things coming to my attention:

So I’m big lipped, a Michael Jackson skin color obsessor, I’m on drugs, I’m aggressive, I’m mean to women, I’m entitled?!, I’m a disobedient son, I have kids I don’t know about, and let’s use him to get funding for our school by showing what another SUNY is receiving by comparing computer lounges.

On that last note, Binghamton takes 3.9 gpas and higher SAT scores. Why wouldn’t they get bigger funding, mr and Mrs suny Albany, when you attract smaller scores? No one talks about this, it's something understood, but now we're on a stage where it needs to be said. There's a college for everyone.

Now, I'm saying this again. I hope I don't come off as prejudiced.

I keep talking about the golden rule. If you know my mind, are reading it, know my thoughts/memories, you know then, that I see all people the same way, and try to sum up a person by their character vs. their physical appearance. I make it a prayer.

But I feel I need to say this because the theme keeps coming up: Is one demographic from Albany, who angrily hijacked my calls and a proponent of discipline, using me to further their interests and for their people, while making me look like a fool in front of Indians?

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I don't know how my parents convey to their Church community that they had their son sent to a hospital by through the police semi arresting him, because a situation needs my mind probed. Is it shown? I'm assuming everything's shown. In this regard, and my situation as a whole, I take the pessimistic route to receiving the fruits of optimism; or I assume the worst possible situation where I'm naked in every regard, to get that fruit of optimism being a sense of control and peace of mind.

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If its not the minority oriented demographic of SUNY Albany, I've wondered if, conversely, this is a middle aged white woman (from probably the alleged show for troubled kids), or now older white woman-grandma class), who thinks I’m some dirty minority, in accordance with elitist white thinking.

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someone is making the claim that they think my life is easy? In comparison to who?

Among Indian people, I’m the product of working class parents who decided to do what they can, to give their son a leg up, through education for a better future.

Are the whites or blacks in this, making a point from experience with THEIR families and friends?

I mean to ask me if I have kids I don’t know about or if I’ve beaten my roommates, or simply taking their side when they make claims out of envy over something I don't even know about?

My life went from having a leg up, to being bashed to the floor. .

When I first started college as an engineer, I got more than the benefit of doubt, I was the guy to know.

But then something happens. As I start noticing increased attention towards me, during my latter years there, people who don't like me or want an excuse to snap at me because of some inadequacy in their life, were getting fueled by something.

Everyone has something and everything going for them. But there was something that made people direct what seemed to be heated envy.

But moving forward, I said I went from having a leg up in life, to the complete opposite.

At these behavioral health centers, they make you walk without shoes from building to building, have someone patrol your side, make you piss into bottles in front of your roommate, squat to make sure you don’t have cocaine up your a*s.

What a mind f*. I'm privileged to have my parents, but I'm unfortunate, in the sense that, if a teacher or authority figure says something bad about me, they're inclined to believe them, than me.

Whoever the American orchestrators are, you’re insulting your own kind, be it white or black with the things you put me through, or these questions and assumptions about drugs, illegitimate children, curiosity as to why I'm not hitting the bars. That’s how you see yourselves or your kind? This is how you see people or what constitutes a difficult life?-pissing in a bottle at a mental institution?

I’ve been posting on twitter recently and you see some violent things on the twitter newsfeed, and it raises an eyebrow like at the beginning of this Apple note in the Note app.. who are you making me a role model or example or anti example for? For who are you making America better? Indian people? White people? Black people? America as a whole? If it's America as a whole and the world is witnessing it, is me pissing into a bottle across hospitalizations what you want to project as the American gold standard? If its about Indian people, our problems are problems when we don’t study or go to Church.

Some of these characters on twitter swing bats at students in grade school.

If an Indian has a bat, it’s because they want to feel safe while closing their grocery store. They don’t have the imagination or aspiration for something major like a gun or shooting someone. This is at a time when I'm put in public awareness, from evidence and observation and the police aren’t acknowledging my situation.

I took bold moves to confronting my situation. As this seemed to be internet hack related, I visited the FBI office in Bethlehem, New York, just to start a conversation about odd things I've noticed. In America, shouldn't you be able to talk to a police officer without fear or being taken to a mental institution? When I went there, 2 FBI agents are wondering why “the guy from that” is in our location (from their expressions<-they looked at each other, middle aged male and female, perplexed...how do they know I'm not "that" guy and instead "some other guy" looking to report violence or a cyber attack or something else that falls under FBI jurisdiction...isn't that why they have an office? i.e. if someone wants to talk to an agent; to be accessible). But to closing the lid on the bat I held in my backseat, At a time of killings and fightings in schools, as seen on channels like Fox News, why are you reading into my actions when I leave baseball bat in the back seat of my car or have pepper spray, in taking the protective measures of a teenage girl?

It's not a gun. But my possession of a baseball bat made the orchestrators and my family think I'm out for blood. Based on what? No one knows. Then my pot smoking roommates at SUNY Albany decided to gang up on me and push me into my room for hinting at buying cleaning supplies for our bathroom. Completely random. They then reported me as having hit them, when it was them that pushed me into my room, after which I closed my door. Is that why I'm assumed as being dangerous with a bat? Because of someone else's lie? And these guys don't let up. Their ring leader, not to stereotype, but a big frat guy bad mouths me every time I walk by. If we happen to be in the bathroom at the same time, I ignore him, he ignores me, and at a vulnerable moment, he throws paper tissues my way.

All I can assume is that people had a reason to be randomly envious or angry at me or to light some short fuses.

Whether its elderly white people running a troubled kids show, or a black community hating me because they think I'm elitist for taking a stand, through words, about my situation, ummm Cultural clash much? Wrong image or perception with the wrong people?

Regarding a girl I once liked, to whom I believed a connection with the random kids causing me problems, I eventually lost interest because the friends seemed to paint a picture, considering they looked off or maybe too cool for my tastes. I was looking for someone that I could bother, spend my time around, attend to, or do stuff with, hover around. It's based on a childhood memory. I recently saw a movie about a love story that happens with a woman who suffers from insomnia. She dreams of someone who she can fall asleep with. On a straight note, when I sit next to my brother and lean toward his shoulder, I fall asleep from being happy he's around - I say this because with my situation? I have trouble falling asleep. So I'm going to add that to the list in my adult years: I want someone I can fall asleep next to. When I was in kindergarten, my first friend was this Indian girl. When she moved because of her father's job change, it's been my lifelong desire to gain that again. I just enjoyed patrolling her while she circled with her friends. I couldn't have that experience again growing up because of Indians frowning on girlfriends for high school kids. So I thought I could embark on it in college.

Regarding these random kids and them wanting me to go out, go out and do what?

I see white kids roaming the streets of Tuckahoe, New York. I say it as an observation. Could they be roaming together to help pay for things as a group or because their homes don’t have siblings or facilities or things to do or cable? I've often thought, if I can do this life again, I wouldn't care too much about grades in high school, would focus more on SATs (as I had a 4.0 GPA at a Prep school, but because of average SAT scores from I guess not using the big vocab words with my Indian family...on that note, for the past decade plus, I've been mostly at home speaking in my parents native dialect: you forget certain words or end up sounding foreign...on another related note, by New York State standards, I aced my Regents exams and got a Regents Diploma with Advanced Distinction with Honor, but when applying to Johns Hopkins, Harvard, Columbia, SAT scores were what mattered...but that's a different topic...) And if I were to do this life again, with present tech, and I was in high school, I guess on friend would subscribe to Netflix, another to Hulu, another to HBO Max, another would have an xBox, we'd split fries and shakes at fast food places...but I''m an adult now with these things and am not reliant on others. My goal, as an adult is to amass needs and luxuries in my home. At this point, I really don't want to be bothered. I mean, as you get older, who wants to be bothered or go out unnecessarily. My dad got a deal on a projector screen from a local restaurant. It’s good quality. I have a movie theater style setting. I have food to eat, heat to be in the cold.

Why are you getting on my case to get me to roam the streets?

I’m not at the age to roam with gang like groups.

I should be married, my world should be my wife and my future kids.

I have a gym in my house, and then for this circus, I go to external or outside gyms.

This comes off as either a white demographic and/black demographic trying to help yourselves.

I hate how I'm being used by the various demographics in this for their demographics and how, above all, F* me, I'm used for a government project. The anger in me wants to say "Attend to your people with your people and stop bothering my family and me."

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And then something else that slips from the mouth of my psychiatrist. Through his speech and content of speech, he indicates an unwise idea, from some a*s hole, to have me seen by non Indian non Desi non Indian/Pakistani doctors.

Basic college psychology talks about cultural clashes.

How retarded are the orchestrators to ignore something so elemental?

You, the orchestrators are making yourselves and your people look bad with how you run this show/situation and clearly project your experiences and perceptions of your world. You show all this through what you put me through.

From what I’m seeing on tv 'right now' midnight Jan 17 on Jimmy Fallon, a biological middle aged male, with eye popping red lipstick and a skirt, your world is clearly too exotic for me. Simply because these are new sights for my culture. Myself and my community, we're plugged into the motions of our world. To get you to understand the WTF sensation I experience from being in my situation for a decade: its like that lipstick guy coming at me and saying he's going to destroy my life for more than a decade. This has nothing to do with him. I'm trying to indicate how I dunno exotic? or out of the box Americans as a people come off, with their demands, and views, and appearances. Your world in all its modern themes really collides with my bubble with the bubble of your world and pops mine. Popping bubbles isn't always a good thing when it relates to real life themes, metaphorically.

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(On a side note, I think there are lots of people who wish they were girls or girls who wish they were guys. By making this wish a fluid thing that you can do something about, you end up with people that look out of place, in the name of pride. How many mothers of, at least the past generation, wish they were their sons, out of males I n society having more say, especially among burka wearing Muslim communities. Does that mean that wish should come true? Is the cat walk genetic or cultural? If it's cultural, is it necessary? The Pride parade is justified...but then, on tv, you have biological males put their crotch on the railings of their parade float. That's pride?! All people deserve equal rights and the right to live freely. I know, from my experience, how important freedom is. But things that float through my mind, that I don't act on: could those with same sex feelings, if males, maybe like a masculine muscular woman/tom boys or could females with same sex feelings be looking for a male in touch with their feminine inside or less beefy in body stature? I don't know what's right or wrong in this, and I hope I won't have to decide on it for my progeny. I feel this is one more area where religion trumps over psychiatry. What happens in the mind? You have a rule or a story to compare to: Adam/Eve. The female Eve complements the male Adam from being made from part of his ribs. You become aware of that rule, you believe that rule. You accept that rule. That forms the framework of your mind, including what's possible and impossible. It's something children in kindergarten should have as a foundation, regardless of who they're meant to be. I'm guy walking between two realities, one where something is happening and one where something isn't happening. It makes my face feel like it's falling off when remembrance of that awareness comes up. Children should have some black and white rule/notions without confusing them or encouraging them to think or fantasize about a biology that isn't theirs. It gives structure and limits to thinking on what's possible/impossible, or what deserves a thought or a reverie or an extended time for pondering.

I'm as straight as a pencil. But I also have beliefs "as appropriate for my life" with no judgement on others. The orchestrators of my situation? They're playing with a person's consciousness or conscious stream along with physical attributes. So what I'm I getting at? Consciousness is like an onion, and what does Shrek say about onions? They have layers. Consciousness has layers. So going back to the consciousness awareness of males should be males and females/females and opposite genders marrying each other, that's one layer of consciousness. Another layer might be a temptation to hit on someone other than your girlfriend or your wife. Another layer of consciousness might be thought or curiosity about affection toward someone of the same gender. The idea is we probably shouldn't over focus or adhere to some of these layers, because they're just layers. With different subjects outside of who we each love or fall for, the orchestrators of my situation have pruned my consciousness. So in the example of love, the layer of the onion that tempts you to hit on someone else, disappears. The layer that tempts you to hit on someone of the same gender disappears. Two layers of the onion gone. What's left is the rule from religion that you adhere to: love between male/female.

"Consciousness pruning" might be something just figured out now, but then what does that say about those who go the extra mile to change their gender from a simple wish, or those who fall for the same gender? Again not that there is anything wrong with it. Just trying to paint the layers to our thinking and consciousness. But one things for sure: In the words of Nick Fury to Captain America after waking up from cryo sleep, its just one more thing that feeds this notion: "The world has gotten stranger." Look at my situation: you have a country, a world, acting on a conspiracy against one individual. ---

On a similar note, America is a place where you’ll go for a Covid shot, and out of apparent politeness, an American soldier administering the shot or taking your info, will ask you, a male for 35 years, whether you’ve ever been pregnant.

But yeah, everything’s about political correctness and good treatment, but again, a country where youth and government and school faculty illegally run lives - adds to theme of your world being too exotic for my simple parents and me. It's not so much we, or me, are strange. But these kids orchestrating, faculty orchestrating, doctors orchestrating, government/law enforcement orchestrating: you're the strange ones.

My brother, without this craziness, is now a specialized doctor at a Harvard/Cleveland clinic type setup. Thanks for ruining my life, orchestrators. If my family background contributed to my brothers success, you gotta wonder what’s in his life and what’s in my life? What’s the thing causing people to envy me(hate filled jealousy) and trying to screw me over, time and time again?

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joey-wheeler-official · 3 years ago

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Everyday god tests me by making me read posts expecting a “haha wouldn’t it be dumb if someone unironically thought this” at the end only for it not to be there.

#like I have to just believe that rando 4channers are dropping this shit as bait #for the sake of my own fucking sanity

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furiousgoldfish · 4 years ago

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Tactics of narcissistic abuse

Love Bombing & Mirroring are tactics to gain your favour. These will come from a narcissist you’re just getting to know and they’re trying to convince you they’re your perfect partner, soulmate, best friend, ideal lover. Love bombing is showering you with over-the-top affection and support, they’re likely to see what works best on you, then give you just that. They’ll convince you that you’re special and make you feel special, whether it’s with attention, gifts, promises, love phrases, or making you look and feel very good in front of other people. If they can spin this as fate or destiny, they will. You have one lucky coincidence? It’s destiny that you met. They’ll create the image of ‘it’s us against the world’ and convince you that they’re all you need to never be alone, unappreciated or unhappy again. They will say phrases like 'We were born to be together’ or 'You’re the only one who understands’ and make you feel like you’re in a romance film. Mirroring is the way to convince you that they are just like you, your perfect match. They do this by pretending they want the same things as you. All of your opinions will be shared, your desires will be their desires too, however you want to live, that’s now their ideal life too. If you want children, so do they, if you want to live in a cottage, so do they.

These will be repeated until you feel like you finally got something perfect from life, you commit to them and trust them completely. You will become lenient with your boundaries and disregard minor red flags, because hey, you finally found love, or someone like yourself who makes your life better. These are crucial to keep you around for a long time; the illusion of happiness and perfect companionship you always wanted will keep you holding onto them in hope that things could once again, be this perfect for you. You will not want to let go of them even after the love bombing and mirroring is long gone. Love bombing and mirroring are not indicative of how they’re planning to treat you once you’re committed to them; as soon as they feel you are ready to fight for a life with them, roles will change and you will have to endure escalating abuse from this person, endlessly.

Scapegoats and people badly damaged by trauma will often not get the full love bombing or mirroring, narcissists will be able to win our devotion by acts of basic decency, small thoughtfulness and acting tolerant of our trauma symptoms, this will feel like everything to us, and once we decide this is a good, special person who makes us feel safe and we’d do anything for them, they’ll turn and exploit us endlessly.

Only way to spot this on time is: there will be a little voice of suspicion in your head going ’Isn’t this actually a little too perfect to be real? A little too convenient and ideal?’ and you will not want to listen to that voice. You should listen to it. It’s your instinct, trying to tell you something is off. I won’t blame you if you don’t. Most people won’t just walk away from their ideal partner because things seem 'too perfect’. But, get suspicious at least. Alert to red flags.

Enablers and Flying Monkeys

Narcissists can’t abuse if they’re on their own; they will work hard to build a reputation and charm people who they can later use for purposes of enabling, triangulating, controlling, scapegoating and smear campaigns. Enablers, or Flying Monkeys, are people who are either admiring the narcissists, want to be in narcissists good favour, are trauma bond and scared of the narcissists, are emotionally manipulated or simply too cowardly to point out that the narcissists is wrong and cruel. Most people will fall under the influence and want to be on narcissists side because it’s easier, tempting, feels safer, and doesn’t require much thinking. Narcissist will sometimes emotionally manipulate people to go do their dirty work; they will cry about how they miss their runaway children so flying monkeys would harass and judge children for running away, they will invent stories of abuse and insanity of their spouse so people would shame and judge the spouse who the narcissist is abusing. They create environment in which they can keep abusing and other people will jump to defend, justify, victim-blame and further confuse the victim. “They had a hard life”, “They’re your mother/father/uncle, you have to forgive them” or “He’s not that bad” are the phrases you’ll hear from enablers and flying monkeys. The term “Flying Monkey” is taken from the Wizard of Oz, because the Wicked Witch owned an army of brainless flying monkeys who would do her bidding – much how narcissists do with their enablers.

What enablers are doing is absolutely wrong. They should not be ready to defend abuse, or excuse and justify it, or believe and act on smear campaigns, not for any reason. They are hurting and isolating the victim, and regardless of how much they suck up to the narcissist, they will eventually become the targets too. Victims are right to cut out enablers just how they’re right to cut out abusers. You do not have to suffer for their cowardice or stupidity.

Triangulation is a form of abuse where narcissist brings another person into the relationship in order to bypass your boundary. For instance, you refuse to speak to the narcissist, so they send your family members, friends, or their friends, to talk to you about how much you’re hurting the narcissist and how cruel and unfair you’re being. Or, you’re trying to set a boundary in your marriage, and suddenly a friend or a relative comes talking to you about how unreasonable it is to set such awful boundary and to think of your spouse’s feelings and how bad they have it. Narcissist may try to use you for triangulation too, for example, they might tell you 'Go tell your sister she should do xyz and she’s making a mistake, she’ll listen to you’. It’s implied you agree with the narcissist, and that both of you are doing it for the sister’s good, when it’s more likely the narcissist is trying to force this person to do something they’re deeply set against and would only serve the narcissist. Narcissists will use their children to triangulate a marriage, they will often 'gang up’ other family members on their spouse, or one of the children. If you’re the victim, you’ll find yourself cornered, isolated, and in doubt whether you’re doing the right thing, trying to establish a boundary. Narcissists will also often show affection, compassion or even love to a third person simply to make you jealous and worried that something is wrong with you since you don’t get the same treatment. It’s what creates an illusion that the entire world is agreeing with the narcissist and no matter what you do, you look unreasonable for fighting them.

Narcissists will sometimes invent completely boogus scenarios and try to terrify people into doing their bidding and believing they’re right. As if the world will fall if narcissists don’t get what they want.

Society at large will often enable abusers; you can call out abuse and be rendered a 'killjoy’ because people prefer to enjoy cruelty together with the narcissist than to oppose them. Narcissists are capable of rousing a whole gang of people to turn against the victim and to aid in their abuse; this is scapegoating.

Gaslighting is a form of abuse where the abuser attacks your sense of reality. They will usually do this to obscure and deny acts of abuse. “I never said that” “That didn’t happen” “That’s not how I remember it” “You imagined it” or “You’re crazy, I would never do that!” are common gaslighting phrases abusers use for events that absolutely happened, and they absolutely remember. It’s even more powerful if they get other people to agree that you’re insane for remembering a past event of abuse. They can sometimes try to convince you that something didn’t occur while it’s still happening. This renders your intention of calling out abuse impossible; you’re now debating whether the event even happened and your sanity is questioned.

The point of this is to drive you into insanity; prolonged gaslighting will make you doubt your own memories and senses, and you will no longer be secure in your own point of view or version of reality. You will not be able to fight abuse, because you will get stuck on wondering if it’s even real, or if you’re making it up. Narcissist wants not only to abuse you, but to control your perception of it, reaction of it, and to disable you from telling anyone and being taken seriously. Smear campaign and gaslighting ensures that everyone thinks you’re lying to make problems, even you.

You can attempt to block gaslighting with phrases like 'That was not my experience’ 'I know the truth and I am not debating it with you’ ’ Don’t tell me what happened, I was there’ or ridiculing them for thinking it would work, but sometimes abuse will escalate if you refuse to play along, so be very careful with them.

Baiting, Projection and Scapegoating

Baiting is the way narcissist finds out which triggers will work on you. Types of baits are: Scaremongering, Accusations, False Claims, Guilt-tripping, Victim-playing, False Hope, or Intrigue. They will use these to elicit either fear&anxiety, or guilt&responsibility. You are likely to get pulled in and respond emotionally to these, and thus the narcissist will discover which one of these is most triggering and they can use it to either control you, or to affirm that they can still get you riled up, scared, guilty – they feed on being able to provoke these, it makes them feel powerful. They can later use the same trigger to push you into guilt and fear if you try to resist their control. If they continue doing this to you for a long time, you are likely to develop self-doubt and anxiety about your own persona. Way to counter this is to grey rock them.

Projection is a primitive defense-mechanism, where a person feels uncomfortable with their behaviour or thinking, so they accuse someone else of it to deflect the bad feelings from themselves. This can feel the same as baiting, but narcissists do it without realizing they’re giving you the information about what they’re actually feeling and doing. For instance, a narcissist will accuse you of being self-absorbed after they start feeling uncomfortable with how self-absorbed they are, they will start to call you selfish when it comes to their mind how selfish they are. They will accuse you of the exact shit they’ve been doing whether it’s lying, manipulating, faking for attention, cheating, exploiting, lacking compassion, stealing. These claims will feel like they’re coming out of nowhere at first, but eventually you will wonder if you’re really like that, and accept their projection on yourself, believing to really be as bad, or worse than they are. Even though they’ve done 100% of these things, while you have done none of it. This can also be countered by being aware what is going on and grey-rocking them. Deflecting the blame back to them will not work because they’ll either deflect it back, or throw a tantrum and insult you.

Scapegoating is the most vicious abuse narcissist can inflict on their victims and is designed to completely break a person’s spirit while creating power out of terror. Scapegoating doesn’t only serve to terrify and control the victim; it shows everyone what the narcissist is capable of, causing them to go very far to avoid becoming the next scapegoat. This creates enablers, flying monkeys and other benefits for narcissist to enjoy, while the scapegoat is isolated, not believed, and often shunned by the community to show loyalty to the narcissist.

Scapegoat will be blamed for every narcissists flaw, accused of provocation and creating trouble, shamed for their likes and interests, humiliated for their appearance or needs, their work will be rendered worthless and any pain and injury will be treated as if the scapegoat deserved it, or wanted it. Nothing is out of bounds to criticize or belittle in the scapegoat; flying monkeys will do it too, to either affirm themselves with the narcissist, or because they too crave power by stepping on someone defenseless. If a narcissistic parent decides to scapegoat a child, the other parent might stop caring for the child, and agree that the child deserves only to be neglected and shunned. The illusion narcissists create, of entire society agreeing that a person is irredeemable, deserving only of pain and ridicule, has turned people to suicide.

Scapegoat absorbs all of the narcissist’s malice, cruelty, sadism, baiting, projection, guilt and tantrums, so other people in the environment can get some relief and can use the scapegoat as their shield. You can be chosen to be a scapegoat for challenging the narcissist and standing up to them, for refusing to scapegoat someone else, for seeing thru them and showing any potential for undermining their authority, if narcissist is jealous of you, if narcissist feels threatened by your intellect, compassion and emotional depth they lack. And often, you’ll just be chosen because they’re in position of power and you’re unprotected. If you’re their child, a lonely classmate, employee with no high reputation or lots of friends, a minority, different in the way of sexuality or behaviour, anything that is easily used to sway a group of people against you. Narcissists will make sure to spread a smear campaign filled with lies against you, so that nobody would align with you, or believe you if you try to counter their word.

This type of treatment is beyond anything a human being could deserve, and devastating for the victim’s self esteem and sense of reality. After surviving a scapegoating situation, people might not want to find themselves in any social setting anymore. They might start believing themselves to be unlovable and defective. There is usually no way to counter it or fight your way out, unless there’s a higher authority who could side with you, or there’s a way to physically remove yourself from this environment.

Grey Rock, Hoovering and No Contact

Grey rock is a way to counter baiting and projection; narcissists learn and thrive on our emotional responses, it gives them a thrill to be able to send us into rage, terror, disbelief, shock or panic. Grey rocking means you give zero emotional response, and thus prove yourself very boring and a bad source of narcissistic supply. So, regardless of what egregious threat, accusation, claim or insult they make, you just reply with 'mhmm’ and look completely disinterested. You reply with one-word sentences, say 'sure’ or 'yup’ if they accuse you of something or try to fearmonger, answer questions with 'maybe’ or 'I don’t know’, agree with whatever bs they’re pulling out of their ass without caring, refuse to get pulled in or baited, give them no significance in the conversation until they leave. It is very hard to do, because they will up their game and even fly into rage to get a response, if they feel entitled to it. In some cases they might resort to violence. Often, they’ll keep changing the tactics until something works, and if nothing does, they’ll feel dejected and go find another source of supply. If they feel like they can’t get to you, this undermines their imagined power over you.

No contact is the only way to truly win against a narcissist; if they can’t reach you, they can’t manipulate or hurt you. This means no responding to messages, no letting them know where you live, blocking them on every service, and in most situations, even the enablers have to be no contact, because the narcissist is likely to send them into triangulation and use them to get to you. If you’re unable to go no-contact with a narcissist, a lot of people opt for 'low contact’, which means you only hear from them once a year, or once every 6 months, insufficient for them to gain control over you, and you grey-rock them all the way, and never share any personal info that might be used against you. Hoovering is something a narcissist will do to you after you’ve left them. They might leave you alone for a long time, then suddenly send a message saying they miss you, or they’re thinking about you and wishing you could do xyz together. They might also influence another person to tell you 'x misses you, they wish to see you again, they’re doing bad without you’. This is done to remind you of the 'good times’ and an attempt to draw you back in, as you’re supposed to have forgotten all the abuse already and be ready to take them back. It might come as outrageous expectation or denial of everything bad that happened – that’s because it is. All you have to do is grey-rock this, not respond, and enjoy in knowledge that even if you can’t ensure revenge, you can take yourself away from them, and they will never have you back.

Sources: Baiting, Scapegoating, LoveBombing, Gaslighting(video), Projection(video), Triangulation, Mirroring(video), FlyingMonkeys (video), Hoovering, Grey Rock

#narcissistic abuse #scapegoating #psychological abuse #narcissistic parents #emotional abuse #gaslighting #love bombing #mirroring #baiting #projection #triangulation #flying monkeys #enablers #this took 3 days to write wow #did you notice tumblr beta has a character limit???#i had to turn it off to be able to post this #i don't want a character limit on tumblr #let people read

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satansaidmyturnintheh3llscape · 2 years ago

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Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Legacy of the Green Ninja” E6: Wrong Place, Wrong Time

This entire episode is just you watching my sanity dissolve in 4K. Disclaimers: Show owned by LEGO. This is not a professional review/critique - it’s mainly intended for comedy.

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- This episode f*cking exists ❌

- Intro ✅

- Why is Nya carrying a whole-a*s watermelon into the training room? ❌

- “If I had focused more when I was little I would’ve seen that coming.” Buddy chill, you’re like 11 now ❌

- “We cannot change the past, but we can improve for the future.” Get it? Cuz it’s about time? And this is a time travel episode? GET IT???? ❌

- Wasn’t the City of Ouroboros destroyed? ❌

- “We’ll head straight for them.” Golly, this episode sure is moving fast! Surely this means we’ll have more time to flesh out and explain later events that happen, right?….. r-right…? ❌

- Wait, why did Nya come to the fight without her suit? I know she can fight without it but it’d still give them better chances ❌

- Garmadon reacts way too casually to seeing his son double in height in just a few days ❌

- “If only [the ninja] never existed!” If Garmadon was really smart, he’d go back to before they were born and kick Ray in the n- ❌

- “Now, to finish the ninja once and for all, so that my son never becomes the Green Ninja!” Or so that he never lives past age 8 but go off, king ❌

- “Garmadon’s gone back in time to make it so Lloyd never turns into the Green Ninja!” Well that was a quick conclusion based off of limited evidence… ❌

- “Remind me to pack a helmet next time we time travel…” No one reminds him. ❌

- “But we can’t let the old Kai or Nya see that we talked to [Wu],” The ninja get that Kai and Nya can’t see them, which means in order for them to not come to same conclusion for Wu, they have to all consider him some separate, omnipotent being instead of an actual person. Realistically, this wouldn’t be Wu’s fault and would be the result of the ninja just being idiots, but I’m gonna blame Wu anyway ❌

- “I believe a big uh-oh is in order.” Little late for that, Snowflake ❌

- Wu sympathizer I am not, but even I have to admit that Wu is going through it this episode. My guy has NO idea what’s happening and I don’t blame him ❌

- “I’m wise…” Let’s agree to disagree ❌

- Why do Jay and Zane’s poses in the photo remain the exact same even when Lloyd (who they have their arms around) fades completely out? Also, wouldn’t Kai not be in the pic? In this reality he never joined them, right? ❌

- Wait, if, back in the pilots, Garmadon baited Kai into grabbing the Sword of Fire, which ultimately led to Wu (and the golden weapons) being taken to the Underworld, which led to him escaping it, and now in the reality he’s trying to create, Kai wouldn’t join the team… does that mean he never escapes the Underworld? Has he thought this plan through? ❌

- “You have to convince Kai to go with you.” “Why?” Jay either forgets why they’re here, or just hates Kai. ❌

- I know the Skulkin are morons but how do none of them recognize Garm’s helmet? ❌

- Past Kai reacts way too casually to being sh*t talked by his own reflection ❌

- Also, Infinity Train’s “Chrome Car” episode looks different here (pls someone get this reference)

- Cool fight scene and all, but it directly implies that Jay, Cole and Zane’s fighting abilities haven’t improved at ALL in all this time ❌

- The only good thing in this entire episode is getting to see Kai deck his pilot-self in the face. Instant relief let me tell ya ✅

- In the pilots it takes about a week to get to this point. The ninja have been here for a week. The skulkin haven’t returned home in a WEEK. ❌

- “I don’t understand… I have 4 arms…” WHY IS THAT ALWAYS THE PART PEOPLE FIXATE ON?!?!?! ❌

- “Great😦 Scott😥” GREAT SCOTT?!?!? With each second of this episode I can feel my brain deteriorate more and more! ❌

- “Why are we still here?” Where tf are you planning to go?!?!? YOU HAVE NO PLAN TO GET BACK TO THE FUTURE!!! ❌

- “I don’t stand a chance against Garmadon’s 4 arms!” Past Kai has been a ninja for a couple weeks. Garmadon has been training to fight for actual CENTURIES. Yet, our biggest f*cking concern right now IS HIS GODD*MN ARMS?!?!?!?!? ❌

- “2 Kais?” “Yeah!” WHY IS PAST KAI ACTING SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS???? ❌

- “It could be possible to erase the events that have transpired so far by destroying the Mega Weapon that brought us here in the first place.” WHAT. ❌

- the Garmadons are doing this handshake for nearly HALF. A f*cking. Minute. I timed it ❌

- “No time to find out how you got [the golden weapons]!” WHAT? WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!?! ❌

- “Return to the future?” I’m not dealing with another godd*mn voice mix-up after this sh*t ❌

- “My father has a mega weapon???” *very, very long sigh* If the mega weapon doesn’t exist, Why. Is. Lloyd. Not. 8. ❌

- I have no idea how Lloyd makes a dragon out of this watermelon slice but I also don’t have the energy to come up with a joke for it ❌

- “I think some things are best left in the past. Come on, let’s just prepare for the future!” “I don’t get it.” Me either, Green Bean… me either ❌

- Foreshadowing. Because of course, this is going to be the one episode that is brought up again in the future ❌

- Let’s be honest here: this episode was just an excuse to get rid of the mega weapon because it was too OP, and now that we’re getting into the actual plot of the season, the writers had no clue what to do with it ❌

Sentence: I’m gonna go lay down

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago sins/wins

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EverymanHYBRID And Deer In Media: In Five Parts (click for individual comparisons)

Deer are both a symbol of fragile purity and the untamable wild–here, we examine deer in the context of man, where deer come to represent the urge within us to abandon the conscious ego for the subconscious id. The deer is a symbol, too, of rebirth, of transformation, of shedding and regrowing its weapons each year. To kill, to be reborn, to choose to be monstrous through our proximity to humanity. Is there not something pure in surrendering to animal instinct? If deer are the twin themes of innocence and wildness, then we in turn are the juxtaposition of humanity and monstrousness–our actions made monstrous by the attempt to temper them with humanity.

(transcript, analysis, and sources below cut)

1: The Secret History & EverymanHYBRID--Bodies

The Secret History, on the killing of a man in a hallucinatory bacchanal:

"'Henry,' I said at last. 'Good God.' "He raised an eyebrow. 'Really, it was more upsetting than you can realize,' he said. 'Once I hit a deer with my car. It was a beautiful creature and to see it struggling, blood everywhere, legs broken ... And this was even more distressing but at least I thought it was over. I never dreamed we'd hear anything else about it.'"

EverymanHYBRID, "Ryan and the SEVENTRIALSOFHABIT":

A shot of a deer's dead body at the side of the road at night, looking crumpled and not quite right. The captions read: "Jeff: It's a fucking deer, dude. (Evan: See it?) Yeah. Something cut its belly open. (Evan: It cut its belly open the wrong way.)"

Parallels drawn:

Consider this one an amuse-bouche. Henry draws comparisons between a man he killed to a deer he accidentally hit with a car, mildly naming the incident ‘distressing’. There is a lack of human empathy, of guilt over killing a fellow man. In comparison, Jeff, Evan, and Vinnie at this point in the EMH plotline have not yet become hunter or hunted–they have not yet been warped by their roles in this iteration and can acknowledge the upsetting nature of the events that befall them. Henry has tasted that amoral nature and is less human for it, more visibly willing to shed that veneer of attempting to care about other people. Jeff, Evan, and Vinnie have not yet reached that point.

2: “Whoso List to Hunt”, EverymanHYBRID, and The Secret History--The Chase

"Whoso List to Hunt", on hunting a fabled white hind:

"I am of them that farthest cometh behind./ Yet may I by no means my wearied mind/ Draw from the deer, but as she fleeth afore/ Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore,/ Sithens in a net I seek to hold the wind./ Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt,/ As well as I may spend his time in vain. And graven with diamonds in letters plain/ There is written, her fair neck round about:/ Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am,/ and wild to hold, though I seem tame."

EverymanHYBRID, "Slushpops and Surprises”

A shot of white text on a black page, "[Enter the tragic hero and his unattainable companion.]"

The Secret History, on hallucinations experienced during the bacchanal (bold for emphasis):

“‘Camilla said that during part of it, she’d believed she was a deer; and that was odd, too, because the rest of us remember chasing a deer through the woods, for miles it seemed. Actually it was miles. I know that for a fact. Apparently we ran and ran and ran, because when we came to ourselves we had no idea where we were.’”

EverymanHYBRID, “December & early January”:

A shot of Vinnie, hand covering his face in shock, as he sits and listens to Jessa’s last voicemail before she went missing. Jeff can be seen in the background, listening in silence. The captions read “[Jessa’s voice, recorded]: Steph, that thing you were talking about, I saw it...he’s real, he’s right here. What the hell does he want? I think he’s following me.”

Parallels drawn:

The deer symbolizes wild nature, something that man cannot obtain, touch, or capture without abandoning something of his own humanity. Similarly, deer represent the unattainable prey. Noli me tangere, says Caesar’s unattainable deer– touch me not, no matter how hard you may attempt to catch me. Jessa of EMH is deemed the unattainable companion and Jeff’s driving force to discover the truth behind the situation they’ve been placed in–it is Jessa, dangled in front of him after she goes missing, that leads Jeff down the path that inevitably leads to his own death after uncovering too much. The deer is to be chased, to be hunted, and never captured. Camilla from The Secret History believed herself to be a deer during the same hallucinatory bacchanal that cost a man his life, and led her brother and friends on a chase spanning miles. Jessa was hunted by an unknowable force, then used as bait to draw her partner down the path to his own death. Unattainability, the shape of something fleeing in front of you, elicits a powerful reaction to follow, to hunt, to chase. Jessa fell victim to that reaction. Camilla, and the white hind, did not.

3: The Myth of Diana and Actaeon, EverymanHYBRID, and The Secret History--Madness

The Diana and Actaeon Fountain at the Caserta Royal Palace:

The detail of the fountain shown depicts the pivotal scene in the myth of Actaeon and Artemis, where Actaeon, mid-transformation into a stag, is killed for the slight of viewing the goddess Artemis nude.The sculpture shows the transformation in no mercy, plain in its depiction of Actaeon’s pain and terror, and the simple ferocity of the hounds that surround him.

EverymanHYBRID, “May & June”:

A shot of Jeff, blood spattered across him, speaking with a shocked and angry tone. The captions read, “Jeff: Why were we doing that? That was...that’s not what we were looking for. We knew damned well that wasn’t what we were trying to kill. (Vince: Close enough.) It was a deer! It was a fucking deer! I tried to pull you off, you tried to punch me in the fucking face!”

The Secret History, on the Greeks’ view of beauty and terror (bold for emphasis):

“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or to our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripedes speaks of the Maenads: head thrown back, throat to the stars, ‘more like deer than human being’.”

Parallels drawn:

Most depictions of Actaeon, sculpture or painting, usually show him with antlers or a deer lower body, leaving his head and face a recognizable human shape. However, the sculptor here decided to subvert expectations and leave his body human, giving Actaeon the animal head of a stag. The loss of control and the descent from human to animal is not glorified or made palatable by the mere addition of a crown of antlers--there is only the one constant, fear, that follows him all the way down. Madness may be defined as a loss of control, and there may be something beautiful and terrifying in feeling your sanity slip through your own fingers. Jeff, Evan, and Vinnie are overtaken by brief, inexplicable madness and tear apart a deer as they come dangerously close to uncovering exactly who and what is hunting them. They skate close to seeing soemthing they shouldn't see. It is only Jeff who looks up, shocked by the blood on his hands, and voices his fear. Vinnie, apathetic, lets it go. But Evan, houndlike and irrational, defends his kill.

4: EverymanHYBRID & Hannibal--Warnings and Temptation

EverymanHYBRID, “May & June”:

A shot of Evan, spattered heavily with blood, standing with shoulders caved in protectively. His left hand is raised to his mouth, with his hair covering his eyes, and he is licking the blood off of his fingers.

“Shot Through The Hart, and Hannibal’s To Blame” (bold for emphasis):

“In my post about ravens, I talked about how it’s not always easy to tell what the Ravenstag really means. Is it evidence of the Hannibalesque elements of Will’s soul? Or a warning of those parts growing within him? Does the Ravenstag urge Will forward on his journey, or warn him of what’s to come?”

Hannibal, Season 1, Episode 1 “Aperitif”:

A shot of the Ravenstag, staring directly into the camera with one hoof up, as if to approach. There are black feathers interwoven with its pelt and its eyes have an uncanny shine.

Parallels drawn:

On a naturalistic note, deer are skittish creatures. They have thin legs and a sleek body, made for running. A small head and big eyes, placed wide-set to see coming predators. Keen ears. They are ready at any moment to sense danger, warn others, and flee. When a deer does not move, it is either safe or sizing up its options, either accepting where it is or preparing to run. Deer, staring directly at the viewer, come as a sympathetic warning to flee or, in its dark eyes and firm stance, a temptation. Me tangere, they say. Come closer. We are one and the same. In Bryan Fuller’s Hannibal, the commanding presence of the Ravenstag serves as both a warning and a beckoning temptation to turn his feet down the darker path. It is otherworldly, black-furred and feathered, and yet a warning of events rooted in the real world--does Will understand what danger he is in upon meeting Hannibal and take the warning, or will he ignore it, sensing that same darkness in himself, that same potential for corruption? In EverymanHYBRID, it is that same killing of a deer that hints at that same potential for darkness growing inside Evan. He licks at his fingers, animalistic, fully ignoring his own Ravenstag warning signs for the delight of the hunt. Is he Evan anymore? Or is something else growing inside him?

5: EverymanHYBRID & Hannibal--Predator and Prey, or the Final Act

EverymanHybrid, “:D”:

A shot of HABIT, looking up a set of stairs with one foot on the bottom step. In one hand down by his side, he is holding a knife. His posture is tilted forward, poised, ready to spring into action, like that of a hunter.

“Shot Through The Hart, and Hannibal’s To Blame” (bold for emphasis):

“The idea of deer as symbols of rebirth also stands out to me. Hannibal is a series obsessed with becoming and transformation. People start one way, and are reborn as something completely other by the end of the show. There’s even a character sewn up into a deceased pregnant horse in the hopes that when she’s released, she will be literally reborn as something different. It’s thus a neat fit, this significance of deer with the themes of the show.”

EverymanHYBRID, “:D”:

A shot of Jeff, looking up and to the side with an expression of caution and fear. His eyes are unnerved, squinting as, from offscreen, HABIT’s hand plays idly with his hat.

Parallels drawn:

The first and final incarnation of the deer is, of course, prey. Beyond and before any symbolism of innocence and wildness and warnings, deer are prey animals, to be hunted and devoured. And yet, in keeping with the concept of contrasting symbolism, deer are not helpless. Yearly, they shed and regrow their antlers in a transformation of horn and blood. At the climax of EverymanHYBRID, the final reveal, the final transformation, comes to fruition. HABIT, formerly Evan, takes its place as the Hunter, the archetypal predator, with Jeff shown most prominently as the Prey. Jeff’s luck has run its course, with him in the chair as the sacrificial prey-victim to fall to HABIT’s knife. HABIT, reborn, reiterated, made incarnate through Evan’s unwilling transformation, is poised to start the hunt. This is the big reveal, the crux of the transformation, Actaeon caught mid-transfiguration and the bloody sloughing-off of velvet humanity to reveal perfect and gleaming antlers. This is what it comes down to, time and time again. The hunter and the hunted. The wilderness embraced and the wilderness captured, and the monstrosity in that act.

Works Cited

Callimachus. Actaeon and Artemis. C. 220 BC

Fuller, Bryan. “Apetirif.” Hannibal, season 1, episode 1, NBC, 4 Apr. 2013.

Koval, J., Caffarello, V., &; Jennings, E. (Directors). (2011, July 12). May & June [Video file].

Koval, J., Caffarello, V., &; Jennings, E. (Directors). (2012, October 9). :D [Video file].

Tartt, Donna. The Secret History. Penguin, 2006.

Uhminuh. “Shot Through the Hart, and Hannibal's to Blame.” Read the Rude, Wordpress, 19 July 2020.

Wyatt, Thomas. “Whoso List to Hunt, I Know where is an Hind.” c. 1530.

Honorary mention to this fanart by @/rrhaes that started this whole spiral

#emh #everymanhybrid #flickerthoughts #flicker wrote this #i'm serious when i say this has been brewing in my head for a calendar year #i finally pieced it together at the beginning of this week and it's STILL incomprehensible but i think the vibes are there #emh my beloved emh and the themes and motifs and symbolism that exists in my head #i have a love hate relationship w the secret history but i put it all in here #also i am two eps deep in hannibal but i think i got the gist idk #anyways i want you all to know i REALLY wanted to work in the iphigenia/steph parallels but it just didn't make sense in this context #maybe i'll post it later idk but!!! here take this #in keeping with the theme of my best literary analysis showing up when i'm at my breaking point wrt life #this :handshake: reylux parallels post -- created under emotional duress #i rly wanna do one that's like 'slenderverse women + being followed' bc that's a FEELING.#if i am saying the emh boys are actaeon torn to shreds by their own dogs after they hunt the wrong prey.....that's my business lmao #should i tag the other stuff? here i'll tag em here so they don't show up in search #hannibal #the secret history #flicker's meta

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promptsfromthecrypt · 3 years ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐵𝑌 𝐼𝐶𝐸 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸 𝐾𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑆 ( 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 ) ♡ 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

╰ * 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘.

the following starters are from the above titled album by the band 𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦. some grammar has been changed to fit a roleplay setting. further changes may be made as necessary.

𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒.

the crow ( 1994 )

“ ‘til death do us part came far too soon. ”

“ buildings burn and people die all of the time. ”

“ i heard that you reap what you sow. ”

“ you can’t save yourself or save your soul. ”

“ you’ll meet the man whose life you stole. ”

“ you can’t save yourself. ”

“ these vengeful thoughts trapped underneath––– rage , scorn , misery. ”

“ payback for what you took from me––– hope , love , sanity. ”

“ here’s to believing in ghosts! ”

“ the match made in heaven––– you sent straight to hell. ”

“ no forgiveness , no escape for your grave mistake. ”

“ may you rest in pieces for your grave mistake. ”

𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑡.

jaws ( 1975 )

“ we all know the place the appears so sublime , but if you dive a little deeper , you’ll hit the real bottom line. ”

“ the head of the town is out there flashing his teeth. ”

“ there’s a monster lurking underneath. ”

“ we’re all just floating in a shallow grave. ”

“ they’d rather sell out instead of save. ”

“ we’re all so starving that we’ve taken the bait. ”

“ you’d think we would’ve learned from the past. ”

“ the predator will soon become the prey. ”

“ safe is just a shadow so we’ll swim toward the light. ”

“ we’ll compare scars with each other. ”

“ reel him in with every trick in the book. ”

“ in fifteen minutes we’ll be fucking shark bait. ”

“ last chance to make amends. ”

“ with sharks like you among us , we’ll need a bigger boat. ”

“ now you’ve been caught , so smile , you son of a bitch. ”

𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑦.

the shining ( 1980 )

“ down a badly beaten path lies a place one of a kind cursed by a blinding light that no one can outshine. ”

“ one drink away from a broken home. ”

“ he can’t give up but can’t go on like this. ”

“ the writing on my walls will tell you how it’s gonna be. ”

“ can’t you see you’re just rats within my walls? ”

“ to hell with hospitality. ”

“ welcome to your last resort! ”

“ don’t overlook the past. ”

“ if you need help finding piece of mind , don’t hesitate to axe. ”

“ say goodbye to sanity. ”

“ fuck the comforts of reality. ”

“ all work and no play makes ( name ) a dull boy. ”

“ i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m just gonna bash your fucking brains in. ”

“ now the fun has just begun! ”

“ redrum. ”

“ cross out ‘ do not disturb ’ on the doors. ”

“ hey ( name ) . . . come play with us! ”

“ should we tell old ( name ) what he’s won? ”

“ oh , can’t you see that we all scream? ”

𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑔.

the devil’s rejects ( 2005 )

“ we’re taught to be like them , taught to know our place. ”

“ they’ve tried to sell us on convenience and conformity. ”

“ those aren’t the measures of the man that i wanna be. ”

“ rise up if you agree. ”

“ let your freak flags fly. ”

“ we’re all messed up inside and forced to act like everything’s alright. ”

“ wave those freak flags high! ”

“ rejected ‘til we die––– to hell with tomorrow. ”

“ we’ve played the fools and we’re over the laughter. ”

“ they can keep their vapid happily–ever–afters. ”

“ we will never back down , we will never fit in. ”

𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠.

edward scissorhands ( 1990 )

“ i’m lost on my own in search of something real. ”

“ how cruel to be exposed to something i can’t touch but still feel? ”

“ how’d i end up here? ”

“ i’m a stranger in this body. ”

“ the world’s an ugly place and that’s a fact that fate has brought me. ”

“ i had to disappear. ”

“ the end is drawing near and god , i wish you would’ve stayed. ”

“ it cuts deep ‘cause our lives are still attached. ”

“ sometimes i wish it would all just fade to black. ”

“ they’ll never understand. ”

“ how tragic to suppose that i almost held the world in my hands. ”

“ nice guys finish last and that’s a fact that she has shown me. ”

“ she deserves a better man. ”

“ it can’t hurt to pretend until the end. ”

“ as death took hold , you watched helplessly. ”

“ to hell with letting go. ”

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mypersonmyg · 4 years ago

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cherry blossom | jjk

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre: fluff

rating: pg15

wc: 2k (yes it is a drabble shut up)

warnings: swearing

summary: spring is blooming and so are you OR he loves the beanie you knitted for his round ass head

a/n: hello, hi, hey...is this good? idk, but i wrote it because im trying to do that again; this is based on the tebori tapioca couple because i really like them a lot...ALSO i said i would write about beanie boy and here he is :D

tebori tapioca

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Petals dipped in white are decorated in the jagged pink crawling from the root of thin strengthened stems fluttering like wisps from trees freshly bloomed to kiss at your cheeks, tilted upward toward a sky painted in streaks of voluminous clouds. You lift one hand to trace the expanse of day, finger a brush concentrated on the perfect mural, eyes zeroed to see the work of the blue plained aerial. You grasp a stray petal mid-air, charting the exposure of edges fragile and torn from the efflorescent cherry blossom, its trunk the perfect home for the boy whose head appears anywhere but the moment.

You bring the petal to trace his cheeks seeking the protrusion of his nose, effectively startling the stupor that held him captive. His eyes dance the length of your arm up to your collar, landing on your own gaze in wonder, always amazed by feelings that engulf him like licking flames. He tilts his head until the warmth of his cheek rests in the palm of your hand, cradling perfection and its questioning peep.

“Sorry,” You murmur, thumb soothing circles into pliable skin, eyes doubled in apology despite the fondness stretching the muscles of his face, tugging at the edges of his lids.

“Don’t be,” He hushes plucking the petal, blowing it into the subtle breeze that kicks at the skin of your ankles, traveling the length of your leg, ignorant to the tingle that already resides from the steady grip of a tattooed hand tracing the skin exposed from the ride up of your hoodie. “We came here to be together and I’m zoning out.”

You crook your arm into the grass, still damp from the press of morning dew, petals sticking to your palm as you push forward, Jeongguk cautiously tightening at your waist. The hand that still rests against his cheek sneakily climbs to tendrils peeking from beneath the beanie dressing his head, black knitted and all consuming, wrapping the strands of curls between nimble fingers and urging him to press his lips to your own.

“I don’t mind, I’d rather sit with you in complete silence than listen to Jimin complain about whatever it is he was complaining about today.” You speak after the first heady press, foreheads gathered in collective rest, lashes just missing with each flutter. You can barely recall the words tumbling forward, but you can count on the attentive nature of your chosen lover to keep you on track, his eyes never missing the beat of your quivering lips.

“Hmm, but i wanna give you all of my attention.” He pulls you so you’re falling, forcing you onto his lap of denim, your arms finding rest around his broad shoulders. He nestles his head into the crook of your neck, bringing light to the fabric engulfing his head of curls.

It’s a recent niche, the adornment of the extra layer, a gift from you meant to reside on the side of winter wardrobe. It dresses him well, mirror selfies and dates spent walking the string lit streets of your cozy strip not without the attention of head-on-a-swivel passersby. You don’t mind the look or the attention that you believe present without the added statement, but you often miss the ease of a hand through thick curls and the added volume on humid occasions.

“Now who’s zoning?” Jeongguk teases, nudging the underside of your chin, fingers retreating to avoid your gentle nip.

“I was just thinking about you,” Your words are spoken with lips folding inward to rest between the set of your teeth, hands tugging at the top of his hat, almost pulling it free before he swats at your offending limb tugging it back into place.

“Oh yeah?” You arch into him when a sudden gust of wind wraps around your bodies, biting at your arms left exposed by your insistence of warmth from the saturation of rays that swallow you whole, only missing direct contact by Jeongguk’s insistence that you seek refuge in the crowding branches of the beautiful earthy growth of the ascending blossom.

“Yeah, you and your beanie. Why won’t you let me see your cute ass head, you nerd?”

“Excuse me? I like the beanie, it was a gift you know.”

He’s proud of his counter, head resting against the trunk of the tree before he’s suddenly guiding you from his lap to join in the jump to his feet. You’re like jello, too long spent lounging in the thick of your bubbled comfort, nearly knocking into him out of the habit of proximity and lack of control over your physical being.

“Not only was it a gift,” He continues, clasping your hands, swinging it between you as you once more find the path riddled with abandoned flowers and the remnants of blades from grass freshly mowed, the smell still lingering with each foot forward. He brings your connected palms to press to his lips, holding them in place for a momentary hum before your nerves are tingling under the sensation and you're trying your hardest to pull away amidst squealish giggling. “It was handmade.”

You stutter, feet catching at the tip, threatening to eat concrete were it not for the quick reflexes and unbridled strength of Jeongguk’s arms. He drags you from the center of the path, the resounding tinkering of a child’s bike bell screaming to make way for the train of tasseled training wheels that are suddenly on your trail. It gives you time to recompose, Jeongguk far too busy waving in kind at each passing darling regarding him with various poked tongues and toothy grins.

“Babe, you good?” He finally returns his attention, the rough pad of his thumb coming to swipe at the hairs that fall from the folded lip of the beanie, tickling at the plains of his forehead that hold just enough sheen from the day's heat to allow the dense fibers to stick to his skin. You fight the temptation to replace his hand with your own, always happy to feel him beneath you, feening for the closeness of closed doors and your head tucked beneath his chin, fingers tracing the ever defining muscles that tease through his t-shirt.

“I’m fine...I just didn’t realize you noticed.” You shield yourself in the thick of his hoodie, tugging the sleeve to hide your eyes from his prying gaze and infectious grin. You question your own sanity when the remembrance of his attentive nature and the dreamy sigh he’d emitted upon the first snug of the thick fabric to his skull, only compliments spewing thereafter.

“That I noticed...?” You’re dim witted to the point of ignorance, though his bait works as your face slowly unsticks from the dark material eating his chest, replacing your face with the wrap of your knuckles and the avoidance of eye contact in favor of tracking a peculiar worm inching toward fresh dirt.

“Koo…” You whine, the nickname and high pitched yearning a new habit Jeongguk has taken in kind. His adoration for you only grows more with each day, your habits taking hold of him like the magnet that you are, an attraction unyielding and all consuming. Some would say that it’s a sickness, but the rapid pump of his love organ and the coos that ooz from him with the precision of a clock at your every utterance feels wholesome.

You’re home, a refuge after long days of piping tea and pounds of tapioca, waist deep in the give and take of the service industry. The only being that makes him feel like giving his all is no effort wasted, always looking for more ways to please even with your assurance that just halfway makes your heart soar into a galaxy of his own making.

So he grips you tight and reels you in, inhaling the scent of the light shampoo that laces your scalp and pretends that your whines are only an amusement, a reason for the further push of his pestering. His hands trace the peak of your shoulder blades, easing them of the tension from your bout of shyness.

“Love, why wouldn’t I notice? Why do you think I love to wear it so much?”

“Because you’re perfect,” You melt, shuffling on the balls of your feet, hands shoved into his pockets to hold steady in a world constantly rotating around you, dressed in whites and pinks, the songs of birds humming in the trees that arch above you. “But seriously, how did you know? I didn’t say anything because I don’t think it’s very good and I almost didn’t even give it to you because—”

“It’s perfect.” He cuts your words with his own followed by a kiss, much longer than the one previous, your face heating under the awareness that you’re no longer shielded by bud kissed branches in your own corner of the world. The same corner that started it all just months prior.

Your palms rest against his chest, a gentle pat urging him to part from you despite your own inward cries of the opposite. He obliges, a smile of coyness splayed along his cheeks, pushing at the scar that kisses the apples of his skin.

“What?”

“I did notice an attempt at the stitching of initials under the lip...still need some practice I see—”

“Love, that’s so mean!” Your pats previously gentle now offer as much force as you can muster, easily sending him staggering on his feet, too consumed by his own childish laughter at your rather rugged stitchwork, a poor attempt at further customization. “Ugh, I didn’t think you would notice.”

He pulls the beanie from his head, hair falling in a mess of dark curl that traces the frame of his cheeks, somehow rounder today than the chiseled jaw that you often find ingrained in your memory. You ache to take him between your palms, a smattering of kisses stored for later use when you aren’t teetering the precipice of embarrassment. A feeling of routine self indulgence that is altogether useless under the watchful eyes of the dream before you.

He delicately dips his finger into the folded hem of the hat, lengthening the elastic trim that suctions around him to keep it secure around his head. He traces the thread that just barely makes out the letters initialling his name, imagining the formation of your lips as you repeat the two syllables with the puncture and withdraw of every stitch.

It’s clear as the blue dyed sky, the vivid poke of your lips when you realize the curve of the ‘J’ is more of a divot than a definition but push on to the ‘K’. You only add the extra inches when your mind begins to overthink when in truth he’ll love anything from your hands, from your mind and the blood pumping through your veins.

It wasn’t the accidental revelation of the stitching when he pulled it from the first wash that clued him in. The fabric unfurled from its position of origin, the letters staring back, accented with the perfect attempt at a heart stitched in white.

No, he finds solace in the patch of thread missing from the edge of the shape meant to mimic the geometry of the organ itself.

It speaks true to the way he feels when he’s not with you, like his heart couldn’t possibly be whole when he’s not taking in the breathlessness of your laugh or the way you pout his name without warning.

It was the tremor in your hands as you delivered the gift wrapped in faux gold, edges of the paper curled from the lack of a package and a mind too jumbled to think of a bag. Your delivery paired with the fumble of words hushed in rushed breath was clue enough of your attempt at discretion.

It’s in these moments, hat in hand and your eyes scrutinizing the thing when you’d told him how handsome it made him look just weeks prior. He gently pinches the scrunch of your nose, forcing your eyes to his own, hat pulled back over his head.

He doesn’t miss the quirk of your lips, the hat no longer an object of disdain when it's a part of him. The day you met was the day that you made your place within him and it's in moments like these that he feels whole.

“I can’t believe you thought for a second that I wouldn’t.”

#jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #jungkook fluff #jjk x reader #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfiction #bangtanuniversity #bangtanidx #bangtanarmynet #thebtswritersclub

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icaruskey · 3 years ago

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I've been waiting to send this on anon because I don't want hate in my inbox for it. I'm an ex mutual of Morg's. I unfollowed when he became a raging 'holier than thou' figure who refuses to take any form of criticism. I really worry about his followers, honestly. They're very sensitive and caring, and they don't deserve to be manipulated.

I've seen this happen before on social media and it will happen again. I do genuinely hope Morg gets better, and I don't think there's anything inherently abusive about being in pain (whether physical, mental, or both) and expressing that pain - because I *know* that's his first line of defense. But when you start to harm other people, you can't use your health as an excuse. He needs to take a step back and evaluate how he interacts with others and the impact it's having on his mental health.

I worry for him. I worry for the people who are following him. You're one of the only people I've seen speak openly about this situation and I wanted to thank you for it.

fortunately, it seems morg has passed on his blog information to a friend for the time being, and that mutual has let everyone know that he's alive and is going to be focusing on his psychiatric care for now.

I am hoping that this was the wake up call he needs to figure out his mental health a bit, but that's really up to morg, not me.

I do want to make it clear and I'm using your ask to emphasize this: what morg was doing to spider, others, and to his own followers is both manipulative and actually gaslighting. He lied constantly about what people were saying about him publicly (I am not touching his unpublished anons cause we know for a fact he had some awful creeps). Lying about what people were saying when it was easily provable otherwise.

He also purposefully went into the DM's and ask boxes of people who were calling out his behaviors and thought processes (not necessarily him directly, but definitely inspired by him) to blame them for his suicidal behavior. Only to then go back around and say that "lol no one can make me suicidal I'm in constant physical pain and that makes me suicidal."

And of course the vitriol he spewed at people who genuinely cared about his well being but questioned the actions he was taking and whether they were helping or hurting him (and others) further...

Gaslighting it manipulating someone's mental state to question their own sanity. So what he's doing is a textbook, no exaggeration, attempt at gaslighting. And since he has a lot of vulnerable followers who won't fact check him out of concern for his well being, he could control the narrative on his own blog without the people who like him knowing that he was lying to them.

I think the most obvious example, aside from the whole "hey guys you won/haha people don't make me suicidal" posts, is when he was alerted to my post about how he was, unintentionally or not, manipulating people using his own pain.

Because I used the word "apparent" when discussing his suicide attempt, the rest of what I said doesn't matter I guess? Or perhaps he didn't read the post at all and stopped at the beginning. I don't think it matters since he threw bile at people at his own inbox. but I want to highlight a few things I say there to show that I did not want him to hurt himself and don't believe he was being manipulative on purpose:

When I was pulling this shit, I wasn’t actively meaning to be manipulative.

I thought morg was doing this manipulative gesture while genuinely in the throes of his pain and feeling like his physical disability was being dismissed as lesser than it actually is.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I want you to log off and build a support system that’s not an echo chamber and can actually help you.

I don’t approve of suicide baiting. If I’ve not made it clear elsewhere, I’m very against any violent action against other people, even if they want me dead. So I hope it’s clear I would not wish anyone who agrees with my blog and statements to do such a thing.

Anyway, after he apparently found my post, he hyperfocused on the "apparent suicide attempt" (apparent being one of those funny words that can mean opposite things, and in this case him taking the worst possible meaning being pretty standard with depression and paranoia) and ignored all the rest since he pretty clear draws a line between my post and his last suicide attempt.

I know he's not the only one who read it with the second meaning of apparent either because of this:

Just as a reminder, this is what apparent means:

You can see I probably should've used the word obvious or something similar, but I didn't. Because it was apparent to me he'd tried to hurt himself again over the words of other people and he was trying to obfuscate the whole thing but whatever. What's done is done.

It's still a textbook example of gaslighting. If I hadn't been fully aware that every single post I made about the situation hadn't couched my concerns in "I want him at the end of the day to get help I understand he's in pain but this isn't okay" I probably would've felt more at fault for his last attempt than I did.

It's why I had to turn anon off for a few days. I couldn't stand the crowing.

But morg is getting help now. I'm not sure about the people wishing him a "speedy" recovery. I hope they mean physically because when you're mentally steeped in that pain and toxicity that you don't even realize how your actions are hurting people well. It can take a long time to undo the damage you've inflicted on yourself, let alone understand how you've hurt others.

Wow I went off topic sorry for the long post. It's been weighing heavily on my mind.

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shhhhsh · 3 years ago

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About Tim’s New Story….

I just really hope they address Tim’s mental health. Like, DC just been ditching really good plot lines in favor of being “woke” or pandering. Just look at all the live action shows.

Now I’m not saying they can’t make Tim queer/bi/gay, but (as someone pointed out to me) Tim’s previous story writer was bi and he still chose to write Tim as straight & in a healthy romantic relationship with Stephanie Brown. I’ve seen several people who identify as queer/bi say that to have Tim go “ ooooh I’ve fooled myself into thinking I was straight, but now I’m freeeee” sends the message that Tim’s previous relationship failed b/c he was with a woman and not because of Tim’s poor mental and emotional health.

To go back to my previous statement; by him not writing Tim as bi tells me that he didn’t want or care for Tim to be bi, but instead saw Tim as, or preferred him to be, straight. The writer had free control to write Tim how ever he wanted and yet he chose to keep Tim straight. And he actually liked & wanted Tim/Steph. Again, I’m not saying Tim can’t be queer/bi, I’m just saying I find the motivations for this possible change very fishy. Almost as if the new writer is trying to get brownie points for pandering to a portion of the fans.

I think this way b/c in every other media where a character is revealed to be LGBTQ they just did it. They didn’t beat around the bush or do any queer coding/baiting. They either announced it, just made the character that way right out the gate, or just dropped the bomb w/out warning (as seen in Netflix’s Voltron, Amazon Prime’s Invincible, and Nickelodeon’s Legend of Korra respectfully).

DC currently has a bad habit changing things to be “woke” and bragging about it or shoving it in our faces. DC is becoming the “pick me girl” of superhero media. If you want to do it, just do it. Again I just get the “look at me, look at me” & “carrot on the stick” vibes from them now. If you truly feel in your heart to do something you would just do it without the need for recognition or to be so dramatic about it.

Now what I much rather see & think it’s a natural progression for Tim:

I personally believe that if Jason, Dick, & Damian can get a story that attempts to give them character development beyond romantic relationships (romance was more of a B-plot to the character driven A-plot anyway) I think they can give it to Tim as well.

I know that the Bat-Family all struggle with some form of mental health problems (most commonly paranoia and PTSD). However, I would like to point out that trauma is was what brought the others into the vigilante lifestyle, while Tim & Barbara became traumatized because of the vigilante lifestyle. Yet, Barbara was shown overcoming her trauma and using it as motivation to get better. Tim is yet to have this moment.

We all know that Tim struggles with depression, self-esteem, and suicidal tendencies. I mean heck, him becoming Red Robin only happens because of Tim’s degrading mental health. I hate to say it, but Tim is very psychologically broken and has been show to get so depressed that he can’t even get out of bed some times. To my knowledge, Tim is the only one in the Bat-Fam that struggles in his head with the idea of not being needed, useful, or forgotten when in reality that is furthest from the truth (Steph, Jason, & Damian also feel like the black sheep periodically, but that is because they have been presented with real evidence that would lead them to logically believe this. I.e being actually forgotten or dismissed for past mistakes despite great efforts to better themselves).

While yes, Dick did Tim dirty by replacing him without having a proper conversation first, the motivation was because he saw Tim as his equal and not Damian. He thought highly of Tim, but Tim couldn’t see that over his offense. Tim is so beat down by life that he see’s everything with negative lenses. Everyone came to check on Tim’s mental health but Tim took it as an insult instead.

And even though now Tim has reached some form of “peace” in his life, that only happens because the people he lost came back (Bruce, Conner, Bart, Cassie, etc). Tim never fully learned to handle grief, to handle his emotions, instead he represses them. Again in the Red Robin run, the main reason he doesn’t believe in any form of God is because he can’t logically justify the pain he has gone through. He is hurting and doesn’t know how to deal with that. In his original Robin run, when he tried talking someone out of committing suicide……the words and comfort he gave….that wasn’t something that was just inside Tim, this is something that was told to Tim. This is followed by him calling Dick to get the same pep-talk he just regurgitated to someone else.

In short: Tim is hurting. Deeply. And having been someone who’s emotional & mental sanity was pushed to the brink and attempted to jump off several times, I think it’s really sad that DC just ignores it. Now as someone who’s gotten the help they needed & now helps other people who struggle with the same issues as myself & Tim, I think that they’re going to say a lot of Tim’s problems come from him not being “aware” of his own sexuality, which is just sad.

In the story in question, Barbara talks about Tim not having a solid identity. People are more than their sexuality. People are capable of making future decisions for themselves without it hindering on their sexuality. If Tim was real, I would brake down his struggle as so:

Tim refuses to go to college and do something more with his life because he cannot see anything beyond his current circumstance. And the only reason why Tim cannot see anything beyond his circumstance is because he has no internal sense of purpose, identity, and acceptance beyond the cape & cowl. And when Tim finally found that in being Robin, Tim held onto it as a lifeline. There’s a reason why everyone says Tim is basically Bruce 2.0: it’s because he is Robin/Red Robin/Drake & Tim is the mask. At a young age, he did not grow up having these things instilled into him due to his parents neglecting him at a very important age in his development. Tim raised himself, and for a lack of better terms; an idiot cannot teach themselves to be smarter, an idiot becomes smarter by learning from the intelligent. A child can’t teach themselves to be an adult, they have to learn from others to grow & better themselves.

Now a parent doesn’t necessarily have to sit down and give a lesson about how to be an individual, but children learn how to live life by watching their parents. A good example of this is the rest of the Bat-Fam; they all grew up with some form of parental figures that taught them how to behave (for better or worse). Of course children have their own personalities, which is why two kids can go through the same type of trauma but come out differently, but it is a battle of nature vs nurture. Steph, Jason, Cass, & Damian grew up in abusive/unstable homes, while Dick, Barbara, & Bruce grew up in loving homes, but their personalities & character dictated how they responded to trauma. They took what life gave them and decided what to leave or take.

Tim had nothing to work with & is basically playing catch-up with the rest of his peers.

In a weird sense, Tim is like Zuko from The Last Airbender: only living to serve their father’s purpose. Anything outside of that they don’t know what to do. They’ve been trained to be something externally without been given a chance to figure out who they are internally.

Again you are not your sexuality, your sexuality does not determine who you are as a person. When a person struggles through life, it is due to the conditions of thier soul. Everything starts internally and shows it’s self externally.

I want to make that very clear because I am truly scared that in DC’s attempt to claim “clout” they are missing the bigger picture. Tim doesn’t have identity problems simply because he “doesn’t know” he likes boys, but because DC never gave him is own identity to begin with. Robin was never his own identity, Red Robin was never his, & Drake was his first attempt to make his own but he quickly gave it up so that he can be Robin once again. What is Tim going to do once Damian gets back? Is Damian going to get his own identity before Tim? Or is Tim just going to go back to one of his old identities?

I would like for Tim to personally move on from being a vigilante and rejoin civilian society for a while. Go to college, do something for himself and only for himself. Give Tim the self-discovery story, let him heal, and grown to be his own person. Besides you can never have a functional romantic relationship if you are not a functional individual. Self love > romantic love.

#red robin #batman #dc comics #tim drake #batman and robin #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #damian al ghul #damian wayne #stephanie brown #batgirl #cassandra cain #batfam #robin #I just want a good and meaningful story that doesn’t have some secret agenda #just do right by Tim #beware the pandering #not everything has to be about romance

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autistic-singer515 · 4 years ago

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Here’s my fan art sketch of the scene I want in the Animaniacs reboot season 2. That’s right when Julia has a nasty side effect from the obedience chip, she turns into a giant mouse monster out of anger. It causes her to go out of control. As Julia was about to try to kill Brain, Pinky pushed him to safety and takes the hit instead. Julia tries to control herself as she saw Pinky unconscious. She looked at the blood on her big claws. That unpleasant sight frightened her. She shook her big hands in fear and sadness. She frightfully looked at Pinky and her bloody claws back and forth. She felt sick to her stomach upon the realization of her actions. Now she hated the idea of killing, even the Brain.

What has she become?

“Oh no....” Julia thought sadly. “ What have I done to him? I’m a monster! A terrible monster!”

Due to her anger and confusion and the electrical shocks, Julia’s monsterous instincts were taking over her mind. She plans to get revenge on the Brain and everyone else in the world for neglecting her.

“But why would Pinky sacrifice himself to save a tyrant?” Julia thought angrily. “The world likes to play a little cruel game with me! Then nobody loves me or understands me! Everyone in the world is evil! Including me! I might as well destroy everything and myself, starting with you, Brain! You made me like this and you will pay!”

As the Brain witnessed Pinky’s unconscious body, his anger towards Julia rose up. He swore revenge against her. He knew she had to be stopped and to be turned back into a normal unintelligent mouse. But after he tried to stop Julia once and for all, she already grabbed him in an attempt to squeeze him to death. The Brain tried to bite Julia’s hand to try to get her to let go. But Julia’s muscles were too strong and numb to feel pain. But then the Brain saw Julia struggling with her mind and her electrical shocks from the defective obedience chip on her left ear. She was trying to calm down after she saw what she did to Pinky. She’s trying to keep her love and compassion within her. But the obedience chip was making it too difficult for her to do so. Her sanity was slipping away from her. She was downright scared of losing herself and killing everyone uncontrollably.

The Brain’s eyes widened to the realization and felt sick to his stomach with the squeezing making it worse. It felt too familiar to him. He remembered getting abused with the electric cheese platter from those mean scientists. He remembered how much it angered him to no end that he plotted world domination. It conditioned him into not showing affection towards Pinky or other people. Just so he wouldn’t feel weak and helpless if he gets rejected by them after showing them love.

No wonder Julia was plotting revenge against him just so she could make the world a better place for everyone. Just so she could become a hero with good intentions. It was all because the Brain pulled a familiar stunt as the scientists did. Now the Brain knew how it felt for Julia to be abused like this. He made her like this and it was all his fault.

For years the Brain tried and tried to remain calm about not succeeding in taking over the world. But after years of repressing his true feelings for Pinky, his behaviour gradually had gotten worse and worse. The more the Brain looked deep within himself, the more he felt like a different mouse all together. He remembered his other recent actions, including attempted kidnapping of people and attempted child labour. They were the things his former arch enemy Snowball would’ve done.

He knew that deep down inside, he never wanted to do those horrible things, but the world was recently becoming a lot more stupid, violent, crazy, frustrating and difficult for him that he was too angry to hold back. He felt like he had to do his job for world peace and for good reasons even though his actions were a lot harsher than normal. He was hurt before. He didn’t want to be the helpless little mouse anymore. Because of this, the Brain tried his hardest to ignore his love for Pinky. But now that got his funny friend seriously hurt. The Brain ignored Julia’s empathy and then he ruined her mentally. The Brain’s heart stings just thinking about those horrible memories.

The Brain knew he started this whole mess. He wasn’t sure he would survive his own squeezing situation himself. But he hoped that at least Pinky would wake up even if he’s gone. Maybe he could stop Julia from rampaging.

If only the Brain was as kind as Pinky.

Julia’s insults towards the Brain played repeatedly in his throbbing mind that it was almost unbearable for him to handle. He gritted his teeth and sweated with anxiety.

“You monster!”

“All this time I’ve been manipulated by a tyrant!”

“Tyrant!”

“Monster!”

“Tyrant!”

“Monster!”

“Tyrant!”

“Monster!”

“Julia was right about everything about me..... What have I become?....” thought the Brain, feeling the guilt and fear overcoming him. “I thought I could make the world a better place.... But I messed it up real bad.... I’ve made too much irrational decisions.... I’m not as intelligent as I thought.... I’m no better than the scientists and Snowball who abused me long ago.... And now Julia is getting worse because of me!....”

How the Brain wished Pinky would wake up right now to help him get out of his bad situation. Just like they always did for each other. But Pinky still didn’t seem to wake up.

What would Pinky do if he was in the Brain’s situation?

Ask Julia stupid questions about eating yourself and then disappearing after that? No! Definitely not! That’s ridiculous! That won’t work for her like it did for his demonic robot son, B.R.A.I.N! She would already know the answer.

Then the Brain remembered the time Pinky constantly apologized to him when he was a green mouse monster. It always reverted him back to his normal mouse size until the serum wore out of his system. As the Brain continued watching Julia struggling with her mind, he thought that if it weren’t for Pinky, he could’ve been like Julia. An out of control monster.

The Brain remembered what Julia once said, “ I think it’s time I stopped speaking from the brain and start speaking from the heart.”

The Brain finally realized that he should’ve listen to Pinky’s advice in the first place, that is helping Julia before she destroys everything, including herself. He finally realized that he was the one who should apologize to Julia, not Pinky. Maybe if the Brain could apologize to Julia, maybe he could try to calm her down. He may not be Pinky, but he knew that the least he could do right now was just try.

“Just be yourself, Brain.” thought the Brain. “But be kinder.”

So the Brain apologizes to Julia.

The Brain: “I don’t know if you can hear me say this.... But.... I’m sorry.... Julia.... I made you a monster and Pinky is badly injured because of me.... What have I done?..... How could I’ve been so cruel to you?.... Deep down inside me, I really feel awful for forcing you into being my First Lady... But I was too proud to admit it.... I know what it feels like to be helpless, Julia....”

But it seems that Julia wasn’t buying the Brain’s apology. She squeezed the Brain too tight that his lungs were about to burst. The Brain groaned and sweated. It was starting to get difficult for him to breathe.

“Liar!!” yelled monster Julia. “You’re lying! You’re heartless! You’ll always be heartless! Just like everyone else in this world!”

The Brain said “believe me, Julia. I was once like you. Lonely, afraid, angry and abused by scientists. I wanted to take control for myself and the world just to show everyone I’m not a dumb weak mouse anymore. Pinky was right.... I was mean and angry because I was afraid of showing love.... I didn’t know about love enough...”

“Pinky’s better at showing compassion than me..... But right now he can’t do that.... So I want to help you now....” the Brain continued. “I promise to let you make your own decisions this time! No more neural implants! No more mind control! You name it! Just please control yourself before it’s too late!....”

Monster Julia’s eyes widened with confusion.

Could the Brain be telling the truth?

Monster Julia tried harder to control herself.

“I... I didn’t mean to hurt Pinky!....” said Julia. “I want to stop hurting people.... But why am I still angry?.... Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?.....”

The Brain waited with baited breath for Julia to finally calm down.

Could Julia be coming to her senses?

But then her monster instincts took over again and then realized something. The Brain must be lying. He was just pretending to be nice to her, just so he could use her again.

Monster Julia yelled “No! You’re never like me! You’re trying to use me again by lying! Well, no more! I won’t take orders from you anymore!”

The apology wasn’t working. Not liked it worked for him as a green mouse monster. Dread, fear and hopelessness was overcoming the Brain.

The Brain felt just as helpless, sad and scared as ever. His worst fear was about to do him in. And it was all his fault. His body shook fiercely.

“If only I could fix all this”..... said the Brain tearfully. “You have every right to hate me... I deserve this.... Why didn’t I listen to you or Pinky?.... I don’t deserve forgiveness..... Because my recent actions are unforgivable..... I’m the real terrible heartless monster.... Not you....”

Now the Brain hopelessly prepares for his doom as Julia continues to squeeze him.

That was his punishment after all.

But when all hope seems lost, the very guilty Brain sheds a repentant tear and then he let it drop onto Julia’s nose as a way of saying sorry. Julia felt the tear drop on her nose. She stared at the tear running down her nose. She felt the warmth from it. Then suddenly her nose started to glow magically.

The Brain saw Julia’s nose glowing.

What was happening?

Julia gasped. Then she looked at the Brain with tears running down his face profusely. His tear filled eyes were very honest about her safety and everyone else’s safety.

Julia stopped squeezing Brain and put him down as she became confused.

“Why are you crying?” asked Monster Julia. “How can a stoic mouse like you be capable of shedding tears? Could that warmth be from your genuine remorse and concern for me? How can that be so? How can a tyrant feel sorry for me? But I’m just as bad as you.... How can a monster like me still feel joy and sadness?...”

Julia’s eyes filled with tears.

Then Julia thought of something she hadn’t before.

“Could a tyrant and a monster really change? Am I loved after all?” asked Monster Julia.

Julia’s anger melted away like snow and she realized that the Brain really meant everything that he said. She remembered what Pinky once told her. He was right. The Brain can fix what was wrong with her if they give each other a chance. And maybe he did give up world domination a few times just for Pinky.

Then the warm glow grew and spread all over Julia’s body. It felt like a nice warm hug to Julia.

“For some reason I feel safe. This warmth is so comforting.” Julia said. “I think it’s telling me that I’m not alone and everything’s going to be okay. It’s starting to make sense now. Pinky was right about you all along! You do have some good in you! And I still have good in me! Both of us can change!”

The Brain realized that he was wrong about himself, he still has love in his heart within him despite his recently not so great intentions. He also realized that it’s okay to show compassion towards others no matter how tough he is and that sometimes feeling helpless and weak is okay as long as you have friends to help you. Maybe the Brain could slowly but surely heal from his trauma just like Julia is healing from hers. Maybe Julia didn’t have to turn back into a normal mouse after all.

Then Julia reverted back to her normal mouse size and the obedience chip slipped off her left ear and broke as it hit the ground.

Then after Brain made sure Julia was alright, they would check on the unconscious Pinky from my previous fan art.

Maybe in the reboot the obedience chip won’t fly off Julia’s ear. Maybe she’ll get a surgery to get rid of the obedience chip in her ear after Pinky was alright.

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damedamedame · 4 years ago

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Can you do a scenarios (or oneshot) w/ Hanako and Kou where their s/o is in danger, maybe kidnapped by one of the school mysteries, what would they be like when they’re taken away? What about when they get them back and they’re slightly injured any crying? Thank you😳😳

VARIOUS X READER - REQUEST

- “Precious.”

NOTES: YOO I HAVE LIKE A LOT OF REQUESTS AND I’M ABSOLUTELY H Y PED

HANAKO - KUN X READER

You’re kidnapped?? by a school mystery?? W HAT???

Hanako had never been so confused and frustrated in his entire life, as a mystery, of course. We won’t be talking about his traumatic past, yes?

You were supposed to be in the bathroom, doing and minding your own business. He had insisted on coming with you in the most Hanako way possible, which included a simple joke that made you look at him suspiciously before stepping inside with a ‘Come in and I’m not giving you anymore donuts’. Ah, who was he to disobey you? Truthfully, he just wanted to make sure you were safe and with him at all times, secretly knowing that someone among his own was an imposter who could come and harm you at any given moment. If he were to lose you in just a second, he wasn’t sure what he would do.

Oh.

Look at that.

It’s been around 13 minutes, of which he actually counted, and you still didn’t come out from the bathroom. He decided to sneak inside, just a peek. A peek that included calling your name just to see if you would respond with that angelic voice of yours that he absolutely adored. You didn’t.

Immediately finding out something was so so wrong, Hanako was off. Losing anyone so precious to him was an option he couldn’t even think about considering. For now, he could ask the rest of the ‘School Mysteries’ of your whereabouts. Even if he had to ask that damned President of where you could possibly, he would do it. Just for you.

Meanwhile, you groggily open your eyes. The water on the floor horribly dampened your uniform, since you were flat out squatting on the ground. Wait. ‘Water...?’ Your eyes shot open. Vaguely, you remembered how Hanako mentioned that all boundaries had water on the ground. This only served to increase your worry. Taking a look at yourself and your surroundings, you notice how your arms were littered with tiny scars and scrapes. Where were you?

“OH! YOU’RE (L/N)!” Your neck snapped up to see Hanako... no, that’s not him. That’s his twin... Tsukasa? Your head hurt too much. “You’re the one dating Amane!” Tsukasa tilts your chin up, cheeky grin plastered on his face. He looked like a bratty rat.

You shut your eyes, expecting Tsukasa to slap you when he raised his hand. Nothing came though, unless you counted the hand patting the top of your head far too harshly to be a gentle head pat. He asked you questions upon questions despite your head being so lightheaded that you couldn’t register them in your mind to find a coherent answer. “Hey, (Y/N)--” When did he start calling you by your first name? “Will you marry Amane? Will you? Will he kill you like he did to me too?”

“H-Huh?” You finally answer him, making his eyes sparkle brightly. “What do you mean by tha--”

“TSUKASA!”

Ignoring you in seconds after he was all on you, Tsukasa ran and wrapped his arms and legs around Hanako in a tight grip. An awkward-looking hug that wasn’t returned in any way, which was fine by the younger Yugi twin who was still screaming ‘Amane! Amane!’. Beside him, you saw a girl, someone with electric yet calming green hair and a stare that could pierce into your soul. She walks over to you, muttering something about ‘Not being able to leave him without a student being harmed’.

Surprisingly, she was gentle when she was helping you up. A direct opposite to Tsukasa, who didn’t help you up at all and just patted you times infinity. “My apologies, (L/N)-san.” How? What? How did this girl know your name? You felt awful not knowing who the strange girl was when she already knew your name.

“This... might happen again, make sure yours is always with you.” You nod, words not very clear but you understood the gist of it. You’re handed over to Hanako, who greatly accepted your presence instead of his own younger brother with loving arms.

“I’m sorry...” You whimper, being carried in his arms with your arms wrapped around his neck. He would most definitely tease you about your current position right now, but that was for later. His worry for your safety was more important. He sighs, a sad chuckle escaping him.

“You really scared me, (Y/N)..” Hanako mutters under his breath. As he sees you start to fall asleep, he presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “I don’t want to lose you too.”

KOU MINAMOTO X READER

MY BABEY DON’T HURT HIM LIKE THIS

Maybe... Maybe you should have stayed in a safer place instead of hanging around Kou, who was looking for this pesky apparition he wanted to help out so they could just stop harassing almost all of the students.

Because now you were gone, away from him and he didn’t like that. No, not one bit.

‘H-How do I do this??’ Kou frets, glaring at the spot where you were in earlier before being absolutely murked by that apparition he was supposed to be helping but now wanted nothing more than to find them and just... hurt them. Just a little bit. ‘Is this what Teru-nii feels like??’

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You squint your eyes, looking at the apparition that snatched you away from your beloved Kou. Speaking of Kou, you worried for his sanity. You felt guilty that you urged him to take you with him as he hunted down whatever was making the students so afraid. What? You liked seeing him all serious yet caring, you loved it.

Now this was your consequence. The apparition, one with a large and weird mask covering the face underneath, carried you over their shoulder. You couldn’t see it, but their aura felt stiff. Perhaps they were frustrated? “(L/N), I won’t hurt you.”

‘Oh great, great, except you just fuc kin kidnapped me and took me away from my boyfriend.’ You frown, wanting to cross your arms but was unable to do so because of the position you were currently stuck in. The apparition in turn sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re just bait.” You’re what now? “I’ve been trying to get that Minamoto’s attention for days now! Then he just sends his little weakling brother for me!? Horrible.” You always believed peace was an option for a variety of problems. This, however, was not one of them. You started thrashing, punching his back like you wanted them to throw you off.

Eventually, they threw your body on the ground. Apparently, you just noticed that you two were on the rooftop all along. Sure, your back hurt like hell and you probably had a bruise somewhere but you didn’t acknowledge that as of this moment. All you wanted was that apparition to take their words about Kou being a weakling back.

“Do you disagree with me? Why hide your eyes from the truth?” This one positively sucks. If you could throw hands right now, you would. Except you’ve just been given a huge disadvantage, with him having more strength as a supernatural and with you being a normal student who was given the chance to see supernaturals for some odd reason.

The apparition strided over to you, smirk apparent on their faces as they loomed above your weak stature. Your eye twitches, wanting nothing more than to fistfight and win, even if the sucky supernatural had greater power than a human like yourself.

“I suppose it’s true... weak humans flock together.”

UM??? F UC K YOU???

Just as you were about to stand up, losing your self-control over that one statement, someone beat you to it. White thunder crashed and hit the apparition’s head dead on, just enough for them to wince and look over to the direction it came from.

“(Y/N)!”

“KOU!?”

You blink. Once. Twice. A lot of times, actually. Kou was there, you didn’t see him come up but you were extremely grateful he did before you could possibly get even more hurt. His golden staff, wildly shot out various white lightning strikes which mostly hit the apparition. Just enough for them to become unbalanced and trip on to the ground.

All of a sudden, Teru came out. ‘Seriously, where did they come from...?’ You squinted, looking at the older Minamoto who was angling his katana menacingly right at the apparition’s throat with quite a sadistic glare. It made you shiver, even if it wasn’t directed at you.

“(Y/N)?? Are you okay!??” Kou, such a sweetheart, helped you up from the ground. You hung your arm around him to keep you from falling down on the ground. He looked at you with utmost care and affection, it made your cheeks warmth considerably so. Once he noticed the blush on your cheeks, it was immediately understood as a fever or embarrassment. “I-I’ll take you to the clinic!”

You nod, not before patting his head with a small smile on your face.

“Thank you for saving me, Kou!”

Kou gulps, his face heating up twice more than yours.

“... I’ll.. save you no matter what, (Y/N).”

NOTES: WHY IS THIS SO LONG AND SO LATE— ISTG I HAVE A REQUEST THAT’S EARLIER THAN THIS (i’m making it rn— might post it tomorrow??) PLEASE ENJOY !!

#toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk x reader #kou minamoto #tbhk hanako #a smidge of teru because he just never disappears

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dudeandduchess · 5 years ago

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Thank you for this, Biz!!!! My heart feels so full. 😂🍉 Also Tumblr was being dumb and not cutting things right, so...

***

Chances: Merman!Kyōjurō x Princess!F!S/O [Part Two] (Mermaid AU, SFW Scenario)

Note: This is still set in the Taishō era.

Days had passed since the last time that Kyōjurō had seen the love of his young life. He had been so reluctant to leave her alone and defenseless on the beach, but he had no choice as the sun had already risen and there had been other people who were trolling the shore at that time.

It was a shame that he couldn’t have stayed long enough to see her awake up close— let alone introduce himself to her— but he couldn’t really shake off the sense of responsibility that fell upon his shoulders.

No matter what he wanted, he still had to keep his peoples’ existence a secret. Lest they be hunted down by humans.

So, compared to matters of the heart, the lives of so many merpeople were much more important than his own wants and needs. And that was how he found himself pensively staring down at the kingdom below him— covertly allowing his gaze to flicker from the merpeople going on about their days, to the bejeweled hair pin that he’d managed to keep for himself.

“Nii-san.” Kyōjurō jumped at the sound of the familiar voice, quickly tucking the glittering hairpiece behind a half-dead, potted kelp plant, and whirled around to face his younger brother.

“Senjurō!” He tried keep his voice chirpy and energetic, like it usually was, but he couldn’t deny that even he could feel how strained his smile was. “Did you want something?”

It was well past lunch time, so the older of the two couldn’t fathom what his younger brother would want from him at the time— especially since he knew that it was usually time for Senjurō’s home classes at that hour.

“What are you doing out of class?”

With a small frown marring his features, Senjurō looked up at Kyōjurō, trying not to cry at the heartbreak and longing that were wafting from his brother. It wasn’t noticeable to anyone else, aside from him who knew him well enough to tell when something was bothering him.

The younger Rengoku couldn’t help but be worried.

“Sensei gave me a break,” He whispered softly, gliding closer to Kyōjurō with a little flick of his beautiful red, yellow, and orange tail— much like the same color as his brother’s was. “Nii-san… I… you seem really sad lately.”

The smile on Kyōjurō’s face faltered a bit, before tapering down into a tight-lipped and extremely sad smile that had Senjurō’s tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. It was the first time that he’d seen his brother so affected by something, that was enough to have him actually look like he was close to crying himself— and he didn’t know how to deal with it.

Everything inside the older Rengoku told him to lie and dismiss Senjurō’s words, but he refused to push him away just like their father had always done; so, he swam over to the half-dead kelp plant and took the hair pin that he’d gotten from his princess a few nights ago.

“You see, I met a girl…”

***

The entire castle had been silent— way too silent for Kyōjurō’s liking— that it afforded him so much serenity to reflect back on how he’d met his princess; remembering how she had felt in his arms, and how beautiful she had been when he’d woken up with the first vestiges of dawn illuminating her features.

He felt his heart skip a beat at the mere memory of having her on his chest— blissfully asleep, and painfully unaware of the fact that a merman had saved her.

A long-suffering sigh left his lips at that, producing air bubbles that the waved away with a big wave of his pillow in the water. There was nothing more that he wanted than to be with her, but his own sense of responsibility held him back from diving into his half-formed idea.

What was even worse for him was that he knew of a way that he could be with her, but he couldn’t fully utilize that means unless he was absolutely sure of what he wanted to give up.

His own happiness for the sake of his father’s kingdom? It was the most selfish thing that he had ever thought of— and it was an idea that was proving to be more and more tempting as the silence dragged on.

Kyōjurō knew that he shouldn’t have, but he still got up from his bed and proceeded to sneak out of the castle.

All so he could meet with the Sea Witch Muzan, and possibly strike up a deal to get him to stay with his princess.

***

For the last few days, (Y/n) had been coming back to the beach where she had washed up on; hoping to see even a glimpse of the man whom she had a vague memory of dragging her up the shore and pulling her to his chest.

She had never been one to believe in otherworldly creatures, as well as beings that were well out of the norm, but she couldn’t help but think that maybe— just maybe— there was a sprinkle of truth in the books that her brother loved to pore over in their library.

It was messing with her head so much that she could barely even eat, and could barely sleep— as those iridescent, and hauntingly captivating, irises plagued her every waking moment; even her dreams.

Still, no matter how much she wanted to dismiss the idea of mermaids and mermen— of things that had solely existed in childish fairy tales— she couldn’t help but feel a little stir crazy at how all of the signs pointed in the direction where they existed.

It was the only logical explanation of how she had survived, while having hazy memories of having lain on a man’s bare chest. Even his voice had sounded otherworldly; melodic and so soothing as he had rubbed away the chill she felt seeping in her bones.

(Y/n) didn’t want to admit it, but her savior had managed to do what most of her suitors could not: captivate her to the point where she was questioning her own sanity.

Because, if she boiled things down, it would come to light that she was slowly becoming fixated on finding that very man. It wasn’t just to thank him for what he’d done, but it was to get to know him better.

To see him smile at her, and to hear him talk about what life was like through his eyes. She wanted, more than anything, to know if he was the one that had been fated for her all along.

And it seemed that fate was smiling down on her at that moment, because she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw a familiar mane of fiery blond hair poking out from behind a boulder; warranting her to throw all manner of social decorum in the air, so she could run over to the unconscious man.

“Sir, sir,” (Y/n) shook the blond’s shoulder, waiting with baited breath for him to open his eyes— or even just give her any indication that he was alive. And, just as she was about to get up and call for help, he began heaving slightly— trying to breathe and failing miserably, as he vomited some water, as well as what seemed to be a shred of seaweed, onto the sand.

The princess made a face at that— one that was a mix of mild disgust and surprise— but decided to look past that, as she tried to wake the man up again.

Thankfully, the second time she shook him awake, he finally stirred and opened his eyes— lifting his head up slightly and adopting an elated expression on his features when his eyes landed on her.

‘It’s you!’ Kyōjurō tried to yell out, only to have no words pour from his lips; and it was then that he remembered that he had traded his voice for legs. Though, what the Sea Witch would want with his voice, he didn’t know.

Shakily, he got up to sit on his newly acquired legs, taking a moment before he could balance himself on his haunches— much like how his princess was sitting across from him.

“Do you have a name? I’m (L/n) (Y/n),” She introduced herself, not even trying to bite back the smile that had her lips tilting up at the corners. Safe to say that she was as excited as Kyōjurō was, but that excitement was wiped away instantly when her eyes drifted down his body— taking in his chiseled torso, before inevitably flickering down to his lap.

Her face burned crimson with a blush at the sight of him; he was flaccid, and she had never seen a penis in real life before, but even she could tell that he was big.

“Oh my,” (Y/n) exclaimed softly, covering her mouth with her left hand and pointedly looking away from his crotch.

Kyōjurō then looked down at what had caused his princess to react in such a way, and blushed profusely before cupping his own hands over his lap; not even taking very long to figure out that the thing between his legs was his hemipenis… or, it had been, since he didn’t have a tail anymore.

So, deciding that that moment wasn’t the most ideal moment to ask him anything, (Y/n) gestured for him to stay put where he was, uttering a soft, “Stay here, please,” before getting up and calling one of her guards to get some clothes for her unexpected guest to dress into.

***

The ride back to the palace had been eventful, to say the least. (Y/n)’s guest had endlessly picked at his yukata, and had only stopped when they had managed to cross into the town.

He had even pressed his face up against the window of the car, watching everyone with unbridled fascination, and turning to her with so much wonder and amazement in his eyes. And she could only smile, as well as bite down on her bottom lip at how adorable he looked.

“Were you the one who saved me? Back in the sea, on the ship…” The young woman asked out of nowhere, unable to hold back the curious questions that had been hounding her to ask them.

Kyōjurō turned his full attention to her then, tilting his head to the side— as if digesting her words— and opening his mouth to speak, only to snap it shut and nod enthusiastically instead. He then pointed to his throat, shaking his head sadly as he made gestures of having something come out of his mouth.

“Do you feel unwell?” She asked, making Kyōjurō shake his head once more.

“You can’t speak?” (Y/n) was rewarded with a nod at that question, which had her frowning— because she could clearly remember her savior speaking to her.

She was sure that it was the same man from her memories, but her heart still sank at the probability that it wasn’t him who’d saved her— since the man in front of her couldn’t speak. Still, she kept an open mind.

“Can you write?” The princess questioned once more, eyeing the pouch that she had put on the seat beside her, and grabbing it so she could fish out the notebook and pencil that she had thrown in there before leaving the palace.

The blond nodded, more than happy to accept the items, before proceeding to write on the parchment. It felt so different from having to write underwater, and his penmanship looked like chicken scratch at best— not that he had much to work with in the first place— but he handed his answer back to her, a bright grin plastered on his face.

He watched her intently, feeling his heart race at how close they were. Their knees were almost touching, and he was close to passing out with her sweet scent ensnaring his senses.

Only, his smile turned into a confused frown when he saw her brows furrow in confusion; watching as she tilted the notebook at an angle.

And it was only then that it sank in, the more he took in the signages that were dotted along the shops that they passed by: he had a completely different writing system from her.

“Is this a foreign language?” His princess asked— making him helplessly nod— as he didn’t even bother to hold back the disappointed expression that crossed his handsome features.

Maybe, he thought, his plan to get a kiss from his princess— all so he could get his voice back— would be more difficult than he thought.

***

It had been six days since Kyōjurō had started to stay at the palace with (Y/n); being introduced to everyone as one of her friends whom had come over for a visit. And it didn’t take long for gossip to circle around about him being one of her suitors.

He didn’t really mind that rumor, as it was true— in a sense. What he didn’t like was that everyone kept badmouthing him, all because he couldn’t speak. They called him a snob for not wanting to talk to anyone, and all of the courtiers branded him as a nuisance— all because he smiled more at the servants and (Y/n), rather than them.

His conversations with (Y/n) were always one-sided, with her slowly opening up to him with each day that passed. It had started with her giving him a tour of the palace grounds, until she introduced him to horseback riding, and— eventually— to her favorite pastime: napping under the wisteria tree at the very end of the grounds.

It was private enough to not be bothered by anyone, and it was also enclosed enough because of the wisteria flowers that provided a suitable curtain to hide them from prying eyes.

She didn’t even know what his name was, but she felt so at ease with him that that little problem was always pushed to the back of her mind whenever they were together. It was as if, when she was with him, all that mattered was him and her.

Her duties took to the backburner of her mind, as she felt herself getting more and more enamored by the young man who could only nod and grin at her words.

He tried to communicate as much as he could with facial expressions, and they were always hilarious— which surprised even herself when she burst out into such an unladylike laugh the day he had made a disgusted face, when she mentioned one of the courtiers in the palace.

“And you know what she told me? That I needed to lose more weight to look pretty. Can you believe the nerve of that woman? I should kick her out,” (Y/n) ranted, her voice taking on an incredulous tone as she poured her frustrations from that morning onto Kyōjurō.

The blond made a face at her— his eyebrows crinkling together and his upper lip curling upwards in a show of disgust at her story, before he adopted a soft smile on his lips.

His eyes took on a much softer hue, and he sighed as he boldly reached out and tipped her chin up so she would look at him— since she had been picking at a wisteria flower that she’d picked up earlier.

When he was sure that he had her full attention, he let go of her chin and tapped the tip of her nose— making her blush at the blatant playfulness. And, as if that wasn’t enough to make her heart race, Kyōjurō framed his own chin with the backs of his fingers— doing the guesture of tapping her nose and framing his face a couple of times, until a flustered giggle escaped his princess’ lips.

“I… I’m pretty?”

Enthusiastically, the blond nodded. Grinning so wide as he settled back against the tree trunk, about to close his eyes when the breath was knocked out of him— as (Y/n) had pounced on him, boldly cupping his face in her hands before pressing her lips against his.

Fiery eyes widened at the move, and his heart skipped so many beats as seconds ticked by. It felt like an eternity had passed before she shyly pulled away from him; opening her eyes and pressing the tips of her fingers against her tingling lips.

(Y/n) couldn’t even believe that she had done such a thing— yet she felt no regrets in her heart. She even found herself trying to fight a smile, as she took in the dumbstruck expression on her beloved’s face.

Kyōjurō floundered around, feeling his own breath escape his mouth in a quiet exhale, as his expression morphed into disbelief— before eventually settling on a beaming grin. “U… UMAI!”

It was going to take way too long of an explanation to get his story across to (Y/n)— judging by the extremely befuddled look on her face— but he pushed that thought aside as he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back into him; wanting to have more of her, now that he’d finally had a taste.

And they lived happily ever after…

Or did they?

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jedimasterbailey · 4 years ago

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A sneak preview of the next chapter of my fic “The Padawans” in which Vader thinks of Ahsoka and Luminara as he plans his fated rematch with Barriss. Includes a flashback to a conversation between Anakin and Luminara post “Brain Invaders” that we should have seen! Link to the fic below, enjoy and thank you for the support 💚💙❤️

Darth Vader stares out to the busy metropolis of Coruscant from his personal quarters in the Imperial Palace, lost in thought. Behind the bulbous black eyes that served as the Sith Lord’s window to the world were tired blue ones still hoping to catch a glimpse of the former residence of Padme Amidala, the deceased wife of Anakin Skywalker. It was moments like this where the former Jedi Knight missed the Senator deeply. For Vader was about to encounter another ghost from his past, Anakin’s past. Soon Vader will be face to face with Luminara Unduli in the very place she used to call home, a home he destroyed.

In the months after the rise of the Empire, Palpatine had the Jedi Temple renovated into his own personal palace. Although the bodies of the dead Jedi have been long excavated and the relics of the Jedi long destroyed, echoes of the past were everywhere. Vader could still see the destruction he caused and he could still hear the terrified screams of the younglings and Knights that were at his mercy. No amount of refurbishment could ever erase what he had done. It was because of this that Vader avoided the palace as much as he could. The Sith apprentice despised being in the place Anakin Skywalker and his Jedi family once resided in. However, if being here resulted in the reappearance of Barriss Offee, then Vader will do what must be done.

The plan was simple. Luminara will be the bait and once Barriss was right where the Dark Lord needed her, Luminara would be disposed of. Vader wanted the Mirialan to feel the same scorching pain he felt on Mustafar when Obi-wan left him for dead. If he couldn’t have his Master’s love, neither could she.

Victory was inevitable. Anakin may have been weak, but if Barriss couldn’t defeat him, then she didn’t stand a chance against Vader, especially with a broken heart. Vader will prove Sidious wrong; that the girl is unworthy of the title of Darth or worth the attention of Ahsoka Tano.

Yet despite his quest for vengeance, Vader was admittedly nervous to see Luminara again. For months he has avoided contact, leaving the Grand Inquisitor to handle the matter. Seeing the woman Anakin viewed as a mother figure beaten and bruised by his own henchman was the last thing Vader wanted to do. It was no different than the Sith avoiding Padme’s tomb on Naboo; he could not face what he has done. As hard as the Emperor had tried to snuff it out, Anakin’s spirit was still trapped inside the machine that was his body. Vader was going to have to kill the one person he knew was Luminara’s whole heart and the Anakin part of him hated him for it.

The cyborg then walks over to a bedside table, the very table Anakin used to hold such possessions, and opens the drawer that contained the last pieces of his Jedi past he refused to part with. In one hand he held one of Ahsoka’s lightsabers and in the other, her Padawan beads.

Vader did not believe for a moment that his former apprentice was gone. Ahsoka had managed to survive situations that would have killed more experienced Jedi. He had taught her how to outsmart the enemy and how to defy seemingly impossible odds. The lightsaber had merely been a decoy and the presence of Morai was confirmation. Somewhere out there, Ahsoka Tano was alive and one day, they would meet again. Vader was sure of it.

“Forgive me, for what I’m about to do.” Vader says to the items in his hands. He didn’t know who exactly he was talking to; Ahsoka or Luminara. Regardless, the Dark Lord thinks back to a time where both women were safe and within arms reach.

Feeling ecstatic that Ahsoka has woken up from her healing trance after her encounter with the Geonosian parasites, Anakin takes it upon himself to find food for his Padawan. Just before the mess hall was a small lounge where visitors could sit and wait while the healers worked on patients. Having been up for several hours on end between their mission on Geonosis and waiting for Ahsoka to wake up, Anakin wanted to grab a cup a caf before waiting in line for food. Upon entering the quiet room, the Jedi Knight was baffled to see a very miserable Luminara Unduli staring into her own beverage.

The Mirialan’s hands were shaking and her eyes were red and puffy, presumably from crying. Never in all his years of knowing the Jedi Master has Anakin seen her look so broken. He takes a seat beside Luminara and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Master?”

Luminara raises her head up to meet the young man’s gaze, fresh tears streaming down her face, “Is Ahsoka alright?”

Anakin nods, “She just woke up. Physically, she’s on the mend, it’s her mind I’m worried about. Our Padawans have been through a lot, more than I’d like to think about.”

“Yes... our girls deserve so much more.” Luminara sighs, grabbing tissue to dry her eyes.

“Barriss is going to come through too, she’s strong and resilient like her Master.” Anakin says gently, earning a watery laugh from the woman.

“I’m not sure about that Skywalker... I’ve failed as a Master.” Luminara professes sadly.

Anakin would hear none of it, “Now hold on a second, you have not failed Barriss. None of this is your fault!”

Luminara shakes her head, “I’ve almost lost her twice within a day. It’s my job to protect her and I’ve failed. According to Master Fisto, Barriss’s head scans indicate that she may have suffered some head trauma between the worm and the extreme cold. First, she almost suffocates after blowing up a whole factory with herself still in it only to then get infected by a parasite hours later! Who knows how she’ll be when she wakes up!”

“Perhaps you were right all along. Maybe I should have accompanied Barriss inside the catacombs instead of endangering your student. Maybe I should have gone with the girls on that supply run. There were plenty of Jedi to interagate Poggle and Ahsoka would have been safer in your care. I’ve been a fool! I’m so sorry Anakin and I owe Ahsoka an apology too!”

Anakin then wraps an arm around the woman and pulls her close, “You're being way too hard on yourself, Luminara. You’re forgetting that there were a lot of factors that were beyond our control. Your plan on Geonosis was good! We probably would’ve been successful without it because Force knows I don’t think things through, I’m glad someone was doing the thinking!

“The assignment given to the Padawans was more than reasonable. I’m sure Ahsoka was thrilled to see Barriss’s photographic memory at work and I really do need to work on trusting her. You weren’t planning on those slimy bugs getting in the way nor were you counting on one of those nasty worms infecting the troops on that shuttle. I can’t believe I’m saying this to you of all people, but I think you should give yourself some grace!”

“If you’ve failed as a Master for things not according to plan, then I am a huge failure as well as Obi-wan and probably every other Jedi Master that’s ever lived. You saw how well his plan went when he thought he could talk sense into the Queen of bugs. You were just seconds away from being possessed!” Anakin argues, rolling his eyes at the memory of Obi-wan’s curiosity.

“Rest assured, I’ll be giving him plenty of grief for that!” Luminara smiles, her face brightening up a little, “But thank you Anakin... your kindness never fails to amaze me.”

“Let me know when you do because I’d love to see that. All things considered, he deserves a good beating.” Anakin winks with a playful nudge before getting serious again. “Did you want to see Barriss? I was going to grab something to eat for Ahsoka, but if you need the company, I’d walk with you.”

Luminara nods, “Yes, I wanted to give you and Ahsoka some time alone especially since it may be a while before Barriss wakes up given her injuries.”

Anakin beams at the Jedi Master. For as long as he’s known Luminara, she has always been considerate and gentle with his needs.

“I appreciate that, Master.”

“Can I ask you something?” Luminara says with a far off look on her face.

“Anything.”

“Did you really believe that I gave up on Barriss when the factory went down?” Luminara asks calmly, but Anakin could tell from her breathing that it was a facade.

“No.” Anakin admits allowing Luminara to exhale a sigh of relief, “I allowed my fear to get the better of me and I took it out on you. You were trying to console me and even when I didn’t deserve it, you never got upset with me. You were hurting just as much as I was and I was selfish. I know better than that! Of course you care about Barriss! I owe you an apology Master, I’m sorry.”

Luminara begins to cry again startling the Jedi Knight, “Did I say something wrong?”

Luminara shakes her head.

“No! I’m just so relieved!” Luminara sobs, putting her face in her hands.

“Oh, good! I’m sure Obi-wan would kill me if I upset you.” Anakin chuckles, rising to offer a hand to Luminara.

“Walk with me back to the girl’s room? I gotta stop and get Snips some food, but I’m sure she’d love your company. And who knows? Maybe Barriss will wake up! I’m sure your face is the first one she’d want to see.”

With a smile as bright as the twin suns of Tatooine, Luminara graciously accepts Anakin’s hand, “I’d love to.”

Gingerly placing the lightsaber and beads back where he found them, Vader turns to leave the room, sensing the Grand Inquisitor’s presence as well as a weakened Luminara. For the sake of his sanity, the Dark Lord prayed his true identity stayed a secret with the prisoner.

#star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #barriss offee #luminara unduli #darth vader #darth vader is regretting everything

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gallickingun · 4 years ago

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gallick’s blog writing rules

Hey guys, gallick here! As I expand my writing parameters, I thought it would be good to make a rules post. I ask that you please read this prior to requesting, because it has my preferences, request status, and content info included.

Please be aware: I reserve the right to delete any and ALL requests/asks that do not conform to my rules.

My inbox is always open for thirsting [defined below], questions, conversation, venting, and advice. See the remaining rules below the cut ―

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【CONTENT INDEX】

what is a... ✰ 『thirst』this is usually when you send in your thoughts on a certain character in a certain situation. My responses can be anything from a jumbled up paragraph to a full on thirst drabble (~250-500 words), depending on whether I’m on mobile vs. desktop, as well as if I jive with your thirst. That being said, don’t ever feel ashamed of the thirst that you want to send in! Even if it’s not my thing, as long as it’s not on my no-no list [see below], I’ll at least post it with some sort of response! See examples of thirst «here», «here», «here», and «here». Thirst can sometimes turn into full on fics depending on how I feel about it!

✰ 『drabble』this is a “fic” that is generally more in depth than a thirst, but not as plot-driven as a full on one shot or fic. I usually keep drabbles between 500-2,000 words. They are normally given their own post instead of replying to the ask itself, but I will respond to the ask with a link to the drabble once I’ve posted it.

✰ 『fic』this is usually a one-shot piece, which means it is a stand-alone fanfiction work. These are at least 2,000 words in length, and I do not put a limit on them as I have no self-control and will write huge fics with no regard to my personal sanity. These will always be posted as their own text post, and will more than likely be {sporadically} uploaded to my ao3 account as well. If the fic is inspired by an ask, I will answer the ask with a link to the fic once I’ve posted it.

✰ 『multi-chap fic』this is usually a piece that spans at minimum two parts, connected via the plotline that runs consistently through them both. As of now, I do not have any multi-chapter works, but I do have a couple planned for the future! These will always be posted as their own text post, with links to the prior part as well as the future part, once it has been posted.

【WRITING RULES】

✰ All characters are aged up to at least 20 years of age no matter whether the situation is sfw or nsfw. The only times I will write “high school” types of works will be in flashbacks, not full length fics. I always try to explicitly state within the work that they are of age - whether that’s referring to them a Pro Heroes (BNHA), Pro Athletes (Haikyuu!!), etc. If I ever discuss “dorms”, I am always talking about college dorms/apartments.

✰ This is my blog, and therefore I get to choose what I do and do not want to write. I apologize if that means I have glossed over your request, but I cannot force myself into writing something I do not feel like I can do, because then it’s not genuine and even though it gets the content out, it’s not content I’d be proud of.

✰ I do NOT close my requests. I feel like it’s pointless, given a lot of people don’t pay attention to the open/closed titles anyway. With this being said, I do receive a lot of requests. If you feel that yours has gotten buried, eaten by the tumblr ask monster, or ignored, please feel free to send it in again. Also keep in mind that I might have deleted or ignored your ask in favor of another that sparked more inspiration. That doesn’t mean I won’t come back to yours later. Be patient with me!

✰ Please be kind. I don’t ask that you fawn over me when you send in a request, but be courteous when you send me an ask. If you just send me a blunt ask, I might not understand what you’re really asking for, or what you actually want, which can stunt the creative process and possibly end up with me deleting your ask. I understand that not everyone speaks English well, so I try to be patient with the more forward requests. Just be aware that I am not a writing machine here for your pleasure. This is a hobby, a fun way of escapism for you and me both. The moment it feels like a job, I will stop.

【DO’S AND DON’T’S】

『 My writing is usually male character x female reader, unless specified otherwise. I do accept female character requests, though. As I do try to keep my appearances of reader relatively neutral, I know that is not always the case. I am constantly trying to learn and evolve my writing, but reader content can be difficult to nail down with all the scenarios that I’m writing or requested to write, given that they are very specific in nature. Please be kind and constructive if you choose to criticize, but criticism is always welcome. 』

『 I always put warnings in my tags above the fic post, so please read the warnings prior to diving into a piece. As stated below, sometimes I will use kinks or tropes or categories/genres that make people uncomfortable or triggered, and I want you to keep yourself safe rather than reading my writing just because it’s mine. I use warnings, tags, and a read more on my posts - if you choose to read the post anyway, then that is your own responsibility and I will not respond to any asks shaming me for what I have written, or blaming me for you being triggered. Please let me know if I have not correctly tagged or warned a post and I will make corrections as soon as possible. 』

― The CHARACTERS I prefer, and who will get priority over others are... My Hero Academia ✰ Bakugou Katsuki ✰ Kirishima Eijirou ✰ Tamaki Amajiki ✰ Todoroki Shouto Haikyuu!! ✰ Sugawara Koushi ✰ Bokuto Koutaro ✰ Kuroo Tetsurou ✰ Oikawa Tooru ✰ Sawamura Daichi ✰ Kageyama Tobio Dragon Ball ✰ Vegeta ✰ Piccolo ✰ Gohan ✰ Trunks

― The GENRES I will write... ✰ Angst (mostly happy endings bc I’m a sap) ✰ Fluff ✰ Smut ✰ Alternate Universe ✰ Hurt/Comfort - this can include things such as anxiety, depression, etc. but will always end with the comfort in mind. ✰ Alpha, Beta, Omega dynamics (bare with me, I’m learning)

― The CONTENT I will NOT write... ✘ Suicide (reader or character) ✘ Minor x Adult ✘ Vore, Gore, Intense Violence ✘ Piss or Shit Kinks ✘ Incest, Pseudo Incest, anything relatively familial in nature. ✘ Ass Play (in detail - i.e. pegging, fingering, etc.) ✘ Cheating ✘ Crack Fics (i.e. overly humorous or satirical content) ✘ Character x Character - this is a loose rule, but currently I don’t have any CxC ships that I am writing for, or feel the need to write for. ✘ Poly relationships - this is another loose rule, but I am not overly well-versed with polyamorous relationships, so they can be difficult for me to nail down. If I feel inspired, or if I open poly requests, I will let you guys know.

【TAGS】

『If there is any type of content you do not want to read, I ask that you please blacklist it. I will do my best to tag all asks/posts accordingly, but I am only human and might miss one here and there. Feel free to send me a quick message letting me know that I have missed something, but please be kind.』

『I believe it is your responsibility to monitor and improve your online experience. If you don’t like Bakugou, please blacklist my Bakugou tag(s). If you are a minor, and do not wish to interact with my nsfw content, please blacklist my smut tag. I will not be tagging things directly as “nsfw”, because this can get you taken out of the tags entirely, and I do also write sfw pieces in addition to my nsfw pieces.』

『I do NOT tag generic posts unless they are triggering. This includes all reblogs - graphics, fics, etc.』

『Here is how to blacklist tags on desktop and mobile.』

『I always use three versions of the “character” tag(s), with their surname only as well as their given name, and then their full name. I.e. bakugou x reader, katsuki x reader, bakugou katsuki x reader.』

― Writing Tags ✰ #character x reader ✰ #character smut ✰ #character thirst ✰ #OC: Belle Marie Sinclair - (Bakugou OC) ✰ #OC: Lilith - (Kirishima OC) ― Trigger Warning Tags ✰ #tw: dubcon ✰ #tw: noncon ✰ #tw: suicide ✰ #tw: self harm ✰ #tw: degredation ― Personal Tags ✰ #morgan.txt - my original text posts ✰ #morgan-gets-mail - answered asks ✰ #morgan-has-friends - mutuals interactions ✰ #morgan-does-commissions - commission-related posts ✰ #morgan-has-a-patreon - Patreon-related posts ✰ #morgan-says-read-it - Fic recs ✰ #morgan-says-look-at-it - Art recs ✰ #morgan-says-listen - Audio recs

【FINAL THOUGHTS】

I reserve the right to delete any of the asks sent into my inbox. This includes... ✘ Hateful Asks ✘ Baiting/Leading Asks ✘ URL referencing Asks (i.e. “I heard gallickingun did....”) ✘ Rule Non-Conforming Asks

【LINKS】

✰ desktop masterlist «here» ✰ mobile masterlist «here» ✰ general writing tag «here» ✰ archiveofourown «here» ✰ wattpad «here» ✰ commissions interest form «here» ✰ ko-fi «here» ✰ patreon (coming soon!) «here» ✰ bnha bookclub (discord server + fic archive) «here»

This is all subject to change, hence the read more.

#gallickingun #bnha x reader #haikyuu x reader #dragon ball x reader #my hero academia x reader #blog rules #mod post

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