#fucking worthless and horrible and evil

[makedamnsvre]

sorryvi forgot that it was ides i was bust having a huge oanick attack bevause my sister is the most worthless waste of life and uhm anywats enjoy w wood wednesday rant

[cavity-collector]

i genuinely need to be put down like a dog i cant do this anymore man holy shit

[3knecrotic]

I miss hym. I miss those Good memories. I miss it so much right now. God I want to fucking die over it.

[tigercomplex]

mad as hell that twitter is so unusable (even before musk) because it’s like the only place besides discord where gamedevs i want to keep up with are

[picaroroboto]

Any jokes or memes or analysis that paints Ayin as a messiah figure and Carmen as a big bad evil are really missing the point, nor is the vice versa quite true either (though there is some interesting religious symbolism). Neither of the two is a monster or a saint, they're both just fucked-up humans.

Ayin...definetly did do some horrible things and hurt a lot of people, from close friends to strangers. He could be a textbook definition of the word "ruthless" - but he's not "heartless", the fact that he built his own hell just to torment himself into understanding his mistakes and making amends testifies to the collosal guilt and regret he felt.

Some people look at what he did in order to achieve his goal of finishing the Tree of Light and say "he had good intentions". Well, helping achieve a dead friend's dream is a very kind thing to do, and Carmen herself had good intentions too, but Ayin never loved humanity half as much as she did - he's not doing this to help people, he's doing it just because of her. So the idea of good intentions but bad methods kind of falls apart too. Ultimately, neither Ayin nor Carmen or their actions are good or evil.

We're shown and told time and again that the City is a stagnant dystopia where things rarely change, and almost never change for the better. In contrast to this sort of world, Carmen is a selfless, kind, and forward-thinking person, and that's why so many people, including Ayin, flock to and obsess over her. I think, in Ayin's mind, letting her dream die with her or with the destruction of the lab would be giving up on that potential for change that she represented - as if both her life and her death counted for nothing in the end. That's why he gets so intense about completing the project, because he feels he has to make it all worth something, and that impetus only gets stronger and stronger as the bodies of friends and strangers pile up. To him, giving up and stopping at any point would render all the sacrifices, especially Carmen's, worthless, and that's unthinkable. (he's also a textbook example of "sunk cost fallacy")

My main point here is actually that the word "Ayin" means "nothingness" in Hebrew, relating to a concept of the divine creating something from nothing. That, more than anything, is what it's all about for him. He's not driven by either cruelty or compassion, good or evil, but the even more base human need to find or create meaning in an otherwise empty world.

[sanguine-pigeon]

"You misinterpreted me by pointing out that my puppy-hatred was showing! You are the bad guy for saying it's disgusting that I think puppies should be shot for sport! How dare you think I meant what I said????"

seriously the amount of times I have seen some chucklefuck whine and cry that when they said the things they said they OBVIOUSLY meant something totally different and actually it's the people judging them on their words and actions who are the big meanies and the intolerant bullies for taking them at the words they said.

You don't get to say "I think all puppies should be shot for sport" and then piss and moan that people are taking you in bad faith when they say "that's animal cruelty and you're fucked up"

"When I said all puppies should be shot for sport, I OBVIOUSLY meant that dogs suffering from rabies should be humanely euthanized, not that all puppies should be shot for sport. Really it's your fault if you thought that when I said 'all puppies should be shot for sport' that I meant all puppies should be shot for sport, you weirdo. touch grass. you are the bad guy here not me"

[f4iry-dvst]

Crack Rock

a/n: i saw @recklesssturniolo post about something like this and i knew i immediately had to post ;)

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: degrading (kind of), spanking, daddy kink as per, it’s all consensual!

summary: Matt likes to take whatever pent up anger he has out on you; it’s all you ever want

Matt’s grip on your wrists is tight, maybe too tight you think as your skin starts to burn under his fingers. It’s a mystery to you why he doesn’t just tie you up or something, all he does is complain about how difficult it is to keep you from running away.

“But it- It hurts it hurts!”

This evil grin takes over his face hearing you whine out like that, using everything in you to get even the smallest words out and struggling to simply take a breath. He chuckles, and you wonder how he does it so easily when he’s the one putting in all the work — you haven't moved a muscle unless to get away from him and every breath is a drag on you. You know he doesn’t care, not one bit. He fucking loves telling you all about it: how useless and pathetic you are, no purpose but to stuff his cock in and how you don’t get to decide. It’s fucking scary hearing how worthless you are to someone, but the fear that floods you doubles the heat pooling in your stomach until you’re dripping with it.

“Look at you huh…such a fucking mess”

Even as he spits in your face, you can’t deny how right he is. You’re a mess of your own fluids: sweat, tears, saliva, not to mention the grool. It’s hard to differentiate each thrust of his hips from the next, but each punch of his head to that spot deep inside you draws a flood of wetness as he retreats, so much so that it’s starting to pool beneath your ass on the sheets. Matt’s obsessed with it because even though you’re so tight, the amount of slick engulfing his cock inside makes him glide in and out of you so easily it’s enough to make him want to cum from that feeling alone. He doesn’t necessarily care that it shows how good he’s making you feel — this isn’t for you, it’s all for him. Despite that, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and peppers a few kisses along your shoulder. He may be using you as a toy to dump his cum in, but he’s still your boyfriend after all and he’d be dammed if he didn’t get just a little taste of your sweet skin. His beard scratches against your jaw and the sensitive parts of your neck below your ear set alight with it. A whine slips out, even though Matt specifically instructed you to ‘shut the fuck up’ but you can’t really help it when he makes you feel so good.

The hand holding your wrists together above your head suddenly disappears and you find yourself missing the ache you complained so much about, until that same feeling stretches across your face instead. He gripped your face in his hand, holding your mouth shut and forcing you to look him in his sadistically crazy, sexy, eyes

“What did I fucking tell you? I don’t want to hear it”

He lets go of your face and then plants a swift slap on your cheek. His thrusts have slowed down as he continues to stare into your eyes, face cold and unreadable. He’s probably just scheming what he’d do next to you, but you wouldn’t know, you’re too focused on the obscene squelch that rings every time his cock pushes into your hole. It’s gross, but you find yourself getting hotter the more you hear it. You start squirming around again, but instead of trying to get away from the abuse to your body now you’re chasing it — you miss the burn of your wrists and hips from his grip on you and the way you can physically feel him so deep in your stomach so much more than you should. He’s been so horrible to you, so neglectful of your needs but you love it, it just makes everything so much more electrifying.

Your squirming must’ve jogged his brain: suddenly he pulls out of you and sits back a little to watch all that grool and his precum drip out of you, waiting rather impatiently for you to turn over. This isn’t new, you know exactly what he wants from you yet you’re frozen in place now. You’re not sure what has you stuck like this, but when Matt’s hands aggressively grab you and flip you over himself, you’re a little relieved. The way he manhandles you gets you all fired up again in a matter of seconds, your hips push back searching for him the second your knees hit the mattress. He continues to sit back for a moment longer, breathing heavily with his cock in his hands, slowly jerking himself to ease that needy feeling in him too. Matt knows you love when he treats you like shit in bed, so really, this is more punishment to you than him right now. You try to call out for him, but with your face stuffed in a pillow, it's a little hard, so you lift up onto your elbows and try again.

“Matt-”

You don't even get a second to breathe when his hands slams down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing in your head and bouncing between your ears with how loud it was.

“Fucking slut…that’s not what you call me, is it?”

Without warning, his cock surges back into you, hitting something so deep inside it stings. The tears that’d built and threatened to fall long ago finally spilt, a sob tumbling out of your mouth without a second thought and now all hell breaks loose in you. Matt’s thrusting so fast and hard, hitting that deep spot inside with almost every one, dropping his hand down to spank you every few moments and pulling you back onto him with his hand on your waist. You truly are a mess now, no denying it with tears dripping down on the pillow and how wet your thighs are. He loves you like this; he’s broken you and it's the dreamiest thing in the world to him.

“S-sir…”

You don’t even have to say it, he always knows.

“Mhm, go on, cum all over daddy’s cock baby”

[euniexenoblade]

@avewy got banned for having her dick out (search her url there are screenshots) and her friends are into rape, especially @unending-sorceress, he's an abuser and a racist that defends pedos

You're a worthless liar. Genuinely a terrible, worthless liar. You're a bigot looking to besmirch the names of trans women because you literally hate trans people.

Avery is such a lovely person. She's genuinely so kind and wonderful. When I was the target of harassment, she was understanding and lovely and helped my friends reconnect to me. She was deleted from Tumblr because terfs mass reported her in a sexually harassing hate campaign. (Yes, this is sexual harassment.)

And Vi has been my friend for years. She is one of the most gentle and wonderful people I have ever met. Your attempt to misgender my friend and paint her as a pedophile is so fucking horrible. She's one of the best people in this world, she's one of the most caring people in this world.

I know I shouldn't post this, I know I shouldn't give this any acknowledgement, but I'm sick of seeing all these people brainlessly post this without taking a second to look at either blog. They're trans women who are being targeted by literal bigots. And I think the world deserves to know that they're both beautiful souls who are being targeted by the literal scum of the earth.

Anon and her terf friends are violent, transphobic, anti LGBT shits trying to take advantage of people's transmisogyny to force trans women out of their communities. I don't believe life has "worth" but anon is worthless. Genuinely evil. And I hope you get what you deserve for the hate you spread.

[bluejay757]

In defense of Ford

The night Stan got kicked out,

Ford had every right to be mad at Stan. Accident or not he destroyed Ford's project and cost him his dream school, that is a very logical reason to be mad at your sibling. Ford had immense pressure on him to succeed, to become a millionaire and Stan made that significantly harder. And I don't blame him for not standing up against his dad. If you look at Ford's face when Stan is looking up at him through the window, he is distraught, he is not happy that Stan is getting kicked out. If I was in his shoes I too would be afraid to stand up to my dad, because I wouldn't want to get my shit rocked. If you are mad at Ford for complying with his dad then you clearly didn't grow up in an abusive household. Because Ford likely knew that if he stood up to his dad he would get his teeth knocked in for starters, and two maybe even be kicked out with Stan. And a 17 year old boy is not evil for not wanting to be thrown out on the streets.

I fully acknowledged that Ford was is an asshole. He was absolutely horrible to Fiddleford and Stan. He shouldn't have held a grudge against his brother for 10+ years. He shouldn't have gotten mad at Stan for saving him. He did terrible things. But him not standing up for Stan is the one thing I will always defend him on. Being the golden child is fucking hard. Because everyone expects you to succeed, and if you don't live up to their expectations, then you are worthless to them. Ford's inflated sense of self worth stems, not from this naturally occurring ego, but from the pressure that was put on him since he was a child to make something out of himself. And having a father whose love had to be earned. He was constantly trying to earn validation. A lot of people in Ford's position develop an inflated sense of self worth, not because they believe they're better than everyone else, but as a defense mechanism. Because they feel that if they don't love themselves then no one else will. And after a while of telling yourself something, you start to believe it.

Anywho, hold Ford accountable for his actions as an adult, but also remember he's a human being and that he was child when him and Stan stopped talking. I love complex characters who aren't completely good or bad, because they feel so much more real. I feel like a lot of people have very black and white thinking when it comes to analyzing characters and that they're all either good guys or bad guys, when is reality real people aren't just one or the other.

[sephirthoughts]

1, 2, 13 and 49 for Genesis, please! 💜

Oooooh Genesis! Yayy I love him! Thank you for the ask!!

1. Canon I outright reject

That his actions in Crisis Core were insane, evil, or in any way made him a villain. Genesis may have been envious of Sephiroth, to a point, but he had hero-worshipped him since childhood. Some people seem to forget that context when they talk about the interactions between the three Firsts in Crisis Core (also the terrible English localization destroyed the plot of that game).

Genesis was a huge Sephiroth fangirl, as a kid. He wanted to be a hero too. He was told he would be. He spent his life up to that point training and working his ass off for Shinra, only to find out in the worst way possible that A: his entire existence was an intricately constructed web of lies, and B: he was going to die before he even got to start living. And it was all because of something the people he'd trusted and dedicated his life to did to him.

Of course he freaked out and ran away and started attacking Shinra, he was in a panic and doing everything he could to find a way to survive. Zack is the protagonist of Crisis Core, so Genesis is the antagonist, but Zack is working for the evil moustache-twirling villains, who are the real cause of all the conflict. Genesis never wanted world domination, he just wanted a fair goddamn chance.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

transmasc Genesis i will die on this hill come at me cowards

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Sephiroth

Ok real answer: The dumbest thing he ever did was that shitty way he approached Sephiroth in the reactor, when he wanted his cells. However, I don't see it as the nasty, bitter verbal attack people seem to translate it as. That would make ZERO sense in the context of their friendship and even just the rest of the conversation.

I actually get the strong impression that Genesis was trying to do a "shock him with the cold hard truth and he'll see the light" thing. Also I think he truly thought that if Sephiroth understood that Shinra did the same things to him, he'd rebel against them too, and come to his side. He wasn't saying "you're a monster" he was saying "you're a monster just like me."

Tragically, he didn't bet on how mentally and emotionally fragile the "big strong hero" Sephiroth really was, or how deeply it would shatter him to be told he wasn't human. Sephiroth's mind rejected it so hard he had a psychotic break, after all. Of course he reacted badly to the way Genesis approached him.

But I don't think what Genesis said was meant to be as horrible as it sounded. His delivery was flippant and bitter because he was fucking pissed off at the world, not because he was really trying to hurt Sephiroth. It was a case of two well-meaning people crashing headfirst into each other's deepest wounds and disaster ensuing. A perfect tragedy.

49. Favorite toy as a child

Genesis was given pretty much whatever he wanted, as a child, and subsequently, didn't place much value at all on things. His fancy toys and games gathered dust in his too-large bedroom, that was filled with all the gifts his parents gave him in place of love and attention. The only way to get approval was to earn it, by constantly being exceptional, and better than other kids.

However, he had a wooden sword (rough hewn and amateurish in design, hardly more than a stick) that he clung to like it was the most valuable and precious object in all the world. His parents had no idea where he got it wanted him to throw it out, but he was fiercely protective of it.

He left it in his bedroom when he left Banora to join SOLDIER, and it can be assumed that it burned with the rest of the town. There is absolutely no proof that he went up to his old room and carried that one worthless little thing away with him, that would become the symbol of both the childhood dreams and the childhood friend, that he could never get back.

Thank you so much for the ask!! I love talking about Genesis!! ♥️

[highfiveheroes]

For the angst prompts: number 6 with Kip and Porter (imagine me smiling an evil smile)

ohhh boy :)

๑ “all you’ve ever done is disappoint me.”

How could she have been so stupid?

How could she have been so stupid?

Kipperlilly knows this conversation won’t be easy. She’s trying to anticipate how it will go—it’s easy to, because she knows Porter well, so the more she anticipates the less it will hurt when he says it.

He’ll call her stupid, tell her she’s supposed to be smarter than this.

(She knows that already.)

He’ll call her a shoddy right hand, a bad lieutenant, a mess.

(She knows that already.)

He’ll say he should have been able to trust her but clearly he can’t, if this is what the results will always be.

(She knows that already.)

(She knows all of this already, the thoughts coming back as echoes from previous conversations. He’s right. She’s supposed to be smarter than this. She’s supposed to be his trusted lieutenant. She’s supposed to be reliable and quick and on the ball, and the fact that this whole thing has gone poorly is absolutely a reflection on her failings.)

And the thing is, if this conversation had happened in his office, in private. If it had been two weeks ago, two months ago, hell—even two years ago—her predictions might have been spot on.

She hears Jace and Oisin tell him they failed. They didn’t get the name.

“Kipperlilly got us out too soon,” Oisin insists, pointing a big, scaled finger at her with anger. He’s soaked in rainwater; she wonders, distantly, if he’s crying too. If he’s a little bitch who saw his grandma die and feels something about it. He’s too weak to be on the team if so, she decides, and she wonders if she can talk Porter into kicking him out—

But they’re out of time, she has to remind herself. The half finished summoning spell is shaking the gym; Jace runs over to help Buddy set up some kind of containment spell, her two blonde companions working as hard as they can to keep it together.

“It was a tactical move,” she’s protesting before Oisin has finished talking. “If you had gotten it right in the first place, this wouldn’t be a problem—“

The sting of his hand across her cheek stutters her into silence. She’s breathing heavy. She thinks one of her teeth is loose. She always thinks that when someone hits her, but it might be true this time.

“No,” Porter says loudly. “Shut the fuck up. You had one fucking job.”

“If they went down—“ she tries to protest, but her voice is shaking. And it doesn’t matter anyway.

“God,” Porter says. His voice is echoing in the room, the power of a half alive god making him sound even more unhinged. “I knew it was a fucking mistake recruiting you. All you have ever done is disappoint me, you stupid fucking halfling bitch.”

He continues, and her brain files the words away for next time so she can expect to hear them again. As she focuses on the categorization, she hopes it’ll make the words sting less.

It doesn’t.

She’s worthless.

She’s the stupidest person he’s ever had the misfortune of working with.

She was a mistake from day one.

She was a liability.

She was never in charge, and she’s an idiot for even pretending she was.

He never should have trusted her.

He should have made sure she never had the chance to come back and fuck this up.

She’s worthless.

She’s horrible.

She’s worthless.

She’s worthless.

She’s worthless.

She hasn’t looked up at him. Did he cast cutting words? She thinks he must have. She thinks she might be crying.

“If this fails,” he says seriously. When did he get so close to her face? “It will be on your hands, Kipperlilly. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she whispers. She knows to answer questions. He seems satisfied enough, storming away, but she’s not stupid enough to move this soon. She can’t do anything to bring his attention back to her, because he’s right and she doesn’t want to admit it.

It will be on her hands when this fails. Not a matter of if, but when. She knows this as fact.

All you’ve ever done is disappoint me, Kipperlilly.

All her sacrifices for nothing. All her lost friends, her efforts she put in to a good year, her chance at being a hero—all for nothing. Everything she’s ever done has all been for nothing.

Someone heals her. She isn’t sure who. She isn’t sure it matters. She doesn’t thank them. She doesn’t look anyone in the eye. She just waits.

She stands and she waits for the end to come.

[qoldenskies]

Going crazy thinking about if the curse had chosen one of the other brothers to be inflicted upon (probably not because Donnie’s the one that explicitly fucked with Witchtown tradition however unintentionally but let me dream) and how the other brothers would have been broken down in turn. I feel like it would affect Leo and Donnie the most viscerally because so much of their self worth is based off what they can give to other people—these boys will literally run themselves ragged trying to please everyone around them and then be like “by Talos this can’t be happening” when their own mental and physical health starts to suffer for it, so the curse preying on that….oof. Especially if it was Leo who pretty much already feels worthless next to the rest of his family.

Raph it would probably target by taking advantage of his need to protect everyone or his need to feel like he’s doing the right thing—maybe by forcing him to throw himself into more and more dangerous situations in order to feel like he’s sufficiently “helped” someone, or just preying off of his fears of letting his family down—and then Mikey’s harder for me to pin down, but I imagine something preying on his natural peacemaker tendencies would be a real kick in the teeth.

I am thinking in a most evil way.

ive gotten a few asks about this concept so here's a good time to mention IVE TALKED ABOUT IT HERE!!! :D

i am absolutely certain of how mikey and leo's situations would end, but with raph's i havent been super sure. like with mikey he would figure it out and go fix the problem, and leo's ninpo would break just like donnie's did, but its less related to self-blame and more related to this defensive anger. HE'S tearing away because he fully believes they're horrible and untrustworthy, and he's hidden away every little bit of vulnerability he has. even in healing this would be a problem, because he would have a nasty fight response AND HE WOULD HIDE THE NOSEBLEEDS. knowing the time limit this could be extremely dire!!!

i enjoy exploring the idea that leo was just as susceptible to something like this, although he'd react in the complete opposite way to how donnie did in CL. they'd definitely twin with the "deep down i know i've always deserved it and it was just a matter of time" perspective, though, although i think leo would be very unwilling to admit it. and someone also mentioned the idea of him not believing them when the curse breaks because he'd think its another part of the con (the gaslighting wouldn't be as nasty without leo himself at the helm, so things would be different here!!) which is another layer of owie

the idea of a "leo gets CL'd" au has been bounced around a bit and i always enjoy thinking about it. although rip to all the cool metaphors that are so donnie specific ..... i have no idea how the disaster twins would turn out here because theyre extremely soft in CW forward but donnie being so passive is a huge reason for that, so who knows.

[aspenthetwin]

Aspen and Cynthia Lore

TW: Heavily Implied CA (Child Ab*se)

Their mother was a very religious woman in life. She spent her days attending church and spent her nights on her floor praying. Her heavy bearing beliefs caused her to see everyone in the world not like her as demonspawn sent from the firey pits of Hell. She changed from being a sweet kind soul to a self appointed vigilante against those she deemed as evil, however, the true evil was manifesting itself in her heart. This change in character and her heaven seeking ways became a horrible equation for an afterlife.

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She couldn’t believe it. That demon who seemed to be the only one willing to help her down here…the only friend she had..the one she thought she could trust and love. He left her. He left her when she needed him most. He left her brokenhearted and lost. He left her alone. How was she to go on now?

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She was already 5 months along into her pregnancy with his child when she saw him again. The problem with this was that she saw him on the television; last in line with the supposed other demon lords. He was a demon lord, embodiment of a deadly sin, avatar of sloth. He must have manipulated her. He tempted her away from her purity and seduced her into his sugar coated poisonous grip. Once he’d had his way with her, he threw her out as trash.

‘Of course he did.’ she thought to herself, ‘He never truly loved or cared for you. He is a demon lord. He is not worthy of your love’

Her mind was made up from that moment. That monster would no longer occupy any of her time or energy.

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What the fuck was this?! Not only had she been left alone to raise this child, but she now has to raise two children?! This must be a punishment sent from the Holy Father above for giving in to temptation. Looking down at her two newborns, she felt all the pain and grief begin to come to life once more. Then all she felt was rage. 

Rage

Rage

Rage

Rage

Cries were ringing throughout the room when she came to. She looked down once more to see the bruises already forming on their necks. She thought she would feel upset over them being hurt, but she feels nothing. These are not her children. No child of hers would ever be born from such blasphemy. She could fix this however. She will cleanse them of their shame and filth. Then, and only then, will they become her children.

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Mama had another bad day today. I hate it when she has bad days. She blames us for it. Today might have been the only day I believe that though. One moment I was sitting with Cynthia, playing and the next I was being dragged to the bathroom by my hair. I only had a few seconds to process what was going on after I had been shoved against the counter. Mama locked the door behind us, likely so Cynthia couldn’t get in and help me again, and then the worst part began. 

I could hear the water flowing from the sink, but it sounded distant. I felt my hair being yanked, forcing me downwards. It was cold. Why did it always have to be cold? I hate being cold. Eventually the cold wasn’t so cold anymore. I felt dizzy for a moment before I realized I could see in front of me again. There was coughing. I was coughing. Why is she yelling at me? I didn’t fight this time. What did I do wrong now? Another shove to the counter. Then I finally saw myself in the mirror. 

Mama was gripping my wet hair, still shouting insults at me. My eyes were red and my face covered in droplets. I looked pathetic just like she said. I just wanted it to stop. I wanted to go play with Cynthia again. Then she said it again; that phrase she says every time she brings me here:

“You look just like that filth. No matter what, you will always look like that lowlife, worthless, nobody.”

I never knew who she always said I looked like. I watched her in the mirror. I looked away after she opened the door. I didn’t like that sound. I’ve never liked the sound that rang out after Cynthia looks at our mother. I waited until she walked out before I helped Cynthia off the floor and led her back to our small room. I was tired. I could tell Cynthia was tired too. We laid down on our mattress and fell asleep.

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Noise. There was noise. The noise was the sound of footsteps approaching our room. “Oh no, mother is coming.” I quickly opened my eyes and turned to Aspen, who was still sleeping. I tried to wake her up but she wouldn’t budge. I could feel my heart pounding as continued to shake Aspen, desperate for her to wake up. Fearing for what was to come, I smacked her arm just hard enough to wake her up. I grabbed her hand and squeezed as tight as I could right as the creaking of the old door fell upon my ears. 

Mother stood there like an angry god, ready to burn everything in her wake. Preparing myself, I looked over to Aspen to find her staring numbly at our mother. I waited for the screams, the pain, the tears, but they never came. She just stood there staring at us and then she walked back towards the door before turning to us. Her only words were the ones to seal my sister and I’s fate:

“I can’t cleanse you two of your shame, so instead, I will contain it and make sure you two never infect anyone else.”

She left. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding until I heard the lock on the door. She locked the door..and now my sister and I would die in here.

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Diavolo called us all to the castle for some reason that he won’t tell us. Couldn’t it have waited? I was enjoying my dream. We finally reached the castle and were ushered inside by Barbatos. Usually the guards let us in. If Barbatos is here to greet us at the door then it must actually be something important. We entered the throne room when I heard that stupid boisterous voice from that stupid man. 

“There you all are. I’m glad you all could come on such short notice.”

Then Lucifer responded, “Of course. It seemed quite urgent. What is it that you have called us all here for, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ah yes. We have found and taken in one of the rebels that have been terrorizing our denizens.”

Is that why he wanted us here so fast? To tell us they caught one of the many people in this group? This could have waited.

To my surprise, he continued “We searched her house for any other possible rebels there, but we found something else instead.”

He then looked behind him and whispered something before two children stepped out from him. As I studied them, I realized two things: these children looked scared, and they looked like me. “They look like me.” I could barely complete my thought before someone spoke up.

“Who are these kids and why do they look so much like..Belphie?”

“We have concluded that these two are, in fact, Belphie’s daughters.” Diavolo’s response went in one ear and out the other, his voice distant. All I could focus on were the two pairs of eyes staring back at me; one set a golden honey color, and the other a mirror of my own. I didn’t know what anyone else was doing after that. Was there even anyone else here with us? It doesn’t matter. All that matters are the two people standing before me.

I kneeled before them both, asking for their names. “I’m Aspen, this is my sister, Cynthia.”

“Aspen and Cynthia, such unique names.” I found myself thinking. 

“My name is Belphegor. But you two can call me dad, or papa, or whatever you want. Would you like that?” They nodded, finally lifting their heads all the way to look at me. I held my hands out for them to take, but they flinched back instead. “What happened to them to make them so scared?” I couldn’t help but wonder. “Don’t worry,” I began, “I won’t hurt you guys. I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again.” That seemed to do the trick as they both reached out for my hands respectively. I gently pulled them in and held them in a tight embrace. 

When we all returned home, I made sure they were comfortable and taken care of properly. As the day ended, I climbed into bed and helped them both onto the bed with me. After I had said goodnight to each one, I wrapped my arms around them both and waited until I heard their soft snores before I fell asleep as well. It was the best sleep I’ve ever had, knowing I had my daughters tucked safely right next to me.

Just in case you might not be able to tell, double dotted lines mean POV switch. The first part is following the mother of the twins. The second part is Aspen’s pov, the next is Cynthia, and the last bit is Belphegor

Hope you all enjoyed

[frogsare-friends]

i've said it so many times before. but i'll say it again. conrad was fucking evil in the car scene. and if jere had done that he'd be murdered. i just don't get how anyone can see that as him being hot or funny. i can admit petty conrad is alright "sounds like an aunt julia problem" "i'm sorry my grandpa didn't love you as much as he loved my mom but i'm not surprised (idk the exact quote)" and i like julia. it has nothing to do with being team conrad or team jeremiah. he's legit just a fucking dick.

he's a dick to belly obviously, but i'm specifically talking abt jeremiah here bc belly is an afterthought. he didn't wanna yell at her, he already did that. he wanted to make jeremiah feel worthless, and like he didn't deserve to be chosen. and he did. "jeremiah just too insecure, he can't believe belly chose him" BC CONRAD WAS MAKING HIM FEEL THAT WAY. "but... finch is fun" knowing that that's a huge insecurity for jere wasn't funny and it wasn't just petty. it was genuinely horrible for him to say. he wanted jeremiah to know that everyone else thought conrad was better, and conrad knows (thinks) he's better. he wants to remind jeremiah that belly loved the idea of amazing, smart, strong, emotional, mysterious conrad, and (even though this isn't true, it's jeremiah's insecurities bc of adam and susannah and the fact everyone fucking worships conrad) he's not amazing and smart and strong and emotional and mysterious. "i remember last year it was seven" bc he wants to tell jeremiah that he wasn't serious about those people so how can he be serious about belly. he wants him to think that belly doesn't want something serious with him bc she knows his history and knows he hasn't been in serious relationships before her. "who's the better kisser" (which, bffr you do not want the answer to that question conrad) bc he wants jeremiah to know that he's better than him. in all the ways that matter and don't, he wants him to know he's better and belly knows it too. and obviously those things aren't true. conrad doesn't even think these things. he's literally just a manipulative dick. like i don't think he's terrible or unredeemable, but he is manipulative. he always pulls out insecurities or stuff he knows will hurt the other person in fights. in this one it hurt bc jeremiah thought all of that was true and that conrad really thought that. in the party fight it hurt bc even though jeremiah knew it wasn't true, he knew conrad wanted to hurt him. someone that he has had to pick up the pieces after his entire life, someone he looks up to and most of all cares about, wants to hurt him. that's fucked.

anyway, lots of words to say fuck conrad for the car scene, it's so much deeper than some petty stuff. also, conrad is a shitty brother. i don't care. he is. the fisher family dynamic is that adam fucks it all up. susannah refuses to acknowledge that things are fucked up. conrad carries the burden of it being fucked up. jeremiah has to cheer everyone up, pick up the pieces when conrad drops them (which isn't his fault he shouldn't be carrying that burden but just bc it's not his fault doesn't mean it can't hurt jeremiah) and glue them back together, put on a happy face, and deal with everyone neglecting him. let's not pretend conrad has excuses jeremiah doesn't. "conrad had to carry this burden" and jeremiah had to do fucking everything else.

[candyskiez]

What gets me about Mogami arc is that it would've been so easy to say that Minori was being mind controlled and that she wasn't actually like that. That's what I was fully expecting to happen. But the fact that she IS like that is both way, way more interesting and also way more fitting with the themes. Like if they'd gone "Nobody is worthless and the idea that you are allowed to decide who lives and who dies or who is beyond redemption is fucked up. You do not decide other people's worth. You do not decide if people are capable of change." but then had Minori being actually really nice, that wouldn't have had nearly as much impact.

Because sometimes people are fucking awful! Sometimes people do horrible, fucked up things for selfish reasons that you would have every right to never forgive them for! And you still don't get to decide if they deserve to die for it, because you do not have the right to decide what someone's life is worth. Community means community for everyone, even people you despise. You can decide to never see someone again, like Mob did with Minori, but you do not get to decide if they should lose everything for it. Because that is a dangerous mindset to have.

And Minori actually realizing the consequences of what she was like and all she could say was sorry, knowing it wasn't nearly enough? That shit was devastating. She knew an apology wasn't nearly enough. But what else could she say? He just saved her life after she'd been horrible to him. And it's not about if Minori deserves forgiveness. It's about the fact it's better for her to be one more person trying to do good than for everyone she met to suddenly be grieving. It's about the fact that now one more person is trying to put good into the world, and might help more people, and might end up becoming a good person. It's not about if she deserves it. It's about the fact debating whether or not someone deserves forgiveness doesn't help. Pretty much everyone has someone who views them as not deserving to be saved, so the whole "punish everyone who does something bad" idea becomes even more dangerous when you take that into account.

I really like how MP100 handles it because it isn't about whether or not Minori deserved forgiveness, it's about the fact that the idea that there's a point where your life stops mattering because you've done enough shitty things is really messed up, and ultimately encourages people to stop trying to change at ALL (as we see in separation arc. God the way this story is structured is ridiculously good.) It's better for there to be one more person trying to do good than for yet another loss that will have massive collateral damage. It's better to trust that people can be good, even if you never want to see them again.

I feel like one of the reasons this arc gets me so hard is because it essentially shows Why someone would be pushed to behave like how we see Mob start to. Of course you'd stop holding back and being kind to people if you weren't given a reason to believe it'd work out. Of course you'd become jaded. Of course you'd turn out like that. It puts you in that situation and makes you *get it*, and goes "Horrible things will happen and it will make you feel like there's no point being good, because it will only blow up in your face. But doing that will only hurt more people. You will only become someone else's reason for giving up. Keep going. There are things that are worth trying again for." And I want to bite a wall over it.

I don't have the words to explain it right now but like. I also feel like if Mogami was a pure evil villain it wouldn't have felt as hopeless. I don't know how to explain it. I really want to explain it but I don't have the energy right now. Do you get what I mean. Help.

This is incoherent because I have had A Day, but. Mogami arc good. Have I mentioned Mogami Arc good yet. I love mogami arc guys .

[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

LOL, no sex for you, my guy, your wife is too busy doing accounting 🤣🤣

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Oh, yes, put your stinky foot in her face, that is absolutely going to make her more inclined to fuck 🤣🤣

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LOL, is he implying that something else is big and long too?

My guy, you've been married for two weeks now, she's already seen it. She knows! 🤣🤣

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LMAO, she's not playing this game 🤣🤣

Suffer, Tingye!! 🤣🤣

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Oooh, he is going to hear some things he doesn't like!

She is saying she will never demean herself to beg for her husband's respect and affection, but he is hearing that he isn't precious and important in her heart 💔

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Oh, shut up 🙄

I can't wait until you get your comeuppance.

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Oh, she won't let you bully her in her own home?

How very rude and unreasonable of her! So unfilial! 🙄

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LMAO, it's why you find your wife so hot 🔥🔥

I love how his stupid ass didn't go in for work and instead stayed back to 'rescue' her because he didn't think she could handle the evil mother-in-law and Minglan took out all the trash without so much as breaking a sweat! 🤣🤣

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So pretty 💚

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What?

How is it her job to prevent your stupid ass from getting drenched?

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I don't get what he is sulking about.

How about you take the damn hat yourself? How about, idk, you find shelter until it stops raining? Also, it's rain, you're a whole grown man, you aren't going to melt.

I feel like he is sulking about something else, probably related to her not giving him enough attention or whatever.

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At least she isn't beating anyone to death on a grumpy day 🙄

The audacity of this bitch, thinking she has the right to pass judgement on how anyone treats their servants. I'm still mad she was not horribly murdered during that uprising. Fuck her.

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You're spineless and worthless and in love with another woman that you can never have.

I pity any girl unfortunate enough to marry you.