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pikachu78109 · 2 months ago

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General Pokémon Villain HC’s PT. 2

((Part 2 of the Pokémon villain headcanon saga. Characters are in no particular order. Also, content warning for a few entries. Also, forgive me for some spelling and grammatical errors.))

Lusamine🪼

Although her actions are abusive and controlling, it all stems from grief. Of course, it’s not an excuse for how Lusamine treated her children. Lillie and Gladion haven’t done anything to deserve this kind of treatment. As deplorable as her actions are, Lusamine convinced herself that she’s trying to do the right thing in order to bring her husband back. However, it became twisted and vile, morphing into obsession rather than a valiant effort. Lusamine has no idea of what she’s doing as her desperation and obsessive behavior cloud her good character. Whatever respectability she has accrued over the years goes out the window as she tries (and fails) to succeed in her personal mission.

Truthfully, Lusamine resents Ultra Beasts (UB for short). They took her husband away and are the sole reason why her obsession took root. Her children ran away because of UB’s and she got possessed by Nihilego, the toxins of which are still somewhat present in her system that couln’t be removed.

Speaking of Nihilego’s toxins, the doctors in Kanto (and some from Alola) were able to remove most of the poison from Lusamine’s body. However, a few areas have latched onto her system strongly, making removal impossible and could cause complications. Such areas include her head and arms, inhibiting mobility and memory. There are moments where the poison does affect her vision, so Lusamine cannot see quite as well whenever it occurs. Fainting spells happen often that doctors recommended Lusamine to be confined in a wheelchair for a few months until they can figure out how to completely remove the poison entirely.

Currently attending therapy. Aside from the possession she endured by the hand of Nihilego, Lusamine attends therapy to work out her own mental and emotional health. Going to therapy was actually Lillie’s suggestion.

Deep down, like really deep down, Lusamine loves her children. She does. However, trying to rebuild that love and connection that she destroyed by her own hand will take a long time. While Lillie is open to the possibility of reconciliation, Gladion is more hesitant.

Doesn’t really operate too much at the Aether Foundation. Most of the responsibility has fallen onto Wicke and Lusamine sort of just shadows here and there. She’s embarrassed about showing herself to her peers and usually does foundation work online inside her home. Her work gets looked after by Wicke, as an added precaution.

Whenever Lillie comes home from Kanto, she tries to spend time with Lusamine. While Lillie is open to having a relationship with her mother once again, it’s difficult as bad memories come flooding back. However, Lusamine encourages Lillie to talk about it and allows her to air out the painful feelings that were brought about during that time. Lusamine doesn’t say a word and just lets her daughter vent, because to her, she needs to be reminded of what she has done. When Lillie finishes, Lusamine reminds Lillie that she has every right to be angry and every right to not forgive her. Lusamine wants to be a good mother to her kids, but understands that it may not be possible given what she has done. All she can do is listen and validate their feelings and promise to be better.

Ghetsis👑

An unstable individual without a doubt. Can barely distinguish reality from his own warped twisted view.

Everyone’s just a pawn to him and it doesn’t matter who. The Seven Sages, his useless Grunts, and, of course, N are all parts in his little toolbox. He could easily convince others to do something or, God forbid, trust his word with a simple heart to heart. He’s a master at words and knows what strings to pluck.

Such a drama queen, emphasis on drama. Ghetsis literally cannot stand being criticized nor ignored. He surrounds himself with yes men, ie. The Seven Sages, and their unwavering approval towards him gives him the push to keep doing what he’s doing. Just like how a cult leader operates.

Ghetsis doesn’t get Pokémon. He understands they are fantastical beings, but he never understood them with a humane approach. He acquired his team from the Seven Sages, each one gifting Ghetsis their partner Pokémon to dedicate their loyalty to him. These Pokémon had no idea of the world of hurt and mistreatment that Ghetsis would soon bestow upon them. Ghetsis’ “training” wasn’t anything like Pokémon battling or sparing. He would force his team to undergo harsh experiments to push beyond their limitations to the point of life threatening. Hydreigon got the worst of it and actually retaliated against Ghetsis by viciously attacking him, causing near fatal injuries.

I want to theorize that Ghetsis’ lineage, the Harmonia name, may be linked to the Abyssal Ruins somehow. It’s a long stretch, but for some reason, I see Ghetsis having some strange connection to the sunken temple with its abundance of wealth and knowledge. The ruins might have been a palace or something akin to the Library of Alexandria, where Unovian rulers amassed a swath of power and influence and knowledge over the region. I feel like Ghetsis’ family tree may have something to do with it considering how the site seems to be full of unsolved mystery. And knowing how other NPCs talk about it and the items that the player can find, it just feels like something that can be traced back to Ghetsis as he’s someone who believes has a divine right.

Ghetsis feels phantom pain on his right eye all the time. It got taken out by Hydreigon and he can’t see quite as well. However, he’ll feel a throbbing sensation. However, he doesn’t feel any pain or discomfort on his right side at all. It’s just his right eye.

Has a dark sense of humor. A morbid sense of humor.

If there’s ANY sense of normalcy with this man, he’s an avid reader. He likes to engage with mythology and science, primarily related to technology and energy, as well as history books about Unova’s past. Anytime where he’s not plotting world domination, he’s got his nose in a book.

Despite being an adoptive father, Ghetsis has never formed a genuine connection with his children. Concordia and Anthea barely spent time with him, but whenever he would, he’d be soft and gentle. Of course, it didn’t stop him from brainwashing them into his cult and putting the responsibility of N’s well-being over their own, especially at a young age. He would always emphasize N’s importance as crucial and simultaneously make the girls believe that their existence is to serve N. As for N himself, well, we all know the story by now.

Lysandre🔥

Gonna be real honest here: this dude gave me a lot to think about, headcanon wise. It’s not so much the fact that he’s kind of intimidating to write about, but more on the fact that he’s kind of mid whenever the topic lands on him specifically. Lysandre happens to be both complicated yet interesting, so it gave me something to munch on.

Lysandre oozes with confidence. He takes pride in his work and public image. He can handle stress pretty well and knows exactly how to deal with issues that crop up in his daily life, which I can only hope to aspire to be one day.

His relationship with Sycamore is near and dear to him. Lysandre shares mutual respect with Sycamore and keeps in touch to get any recent news or highlights on the professor’s research. These two go way back and their interactions are pleasant and low key. However, as they gotten busier, their meet-ups dwindled. Still, Sycamore remains as Lysandre’s closest friend and someone whom Lysandre can turn towards whenever he’s upset about something.

Connecting with the prior point, knowing Lysandre’s villainous goals and the overall destructive effect it would entail, he decided on a selective few who he wanted to spare. Sycamore happened to be person number one.

People perceive Lysandre differently and it all depends on who you talk to. Some say that he’s quite generous as a philanthropist while others say he’s elusive and hard to read. Others make assumptions based on superficial observations such as his wealth and popularity. Honestly, it’s never consistent.

Despite what others think, Lysandre falls into the introvert category. He doesn’t like to be in public for long periods of time, but bears through it because of his job.

Coffee lover. I mean, he has his own café so it’s pretty much canon?

I’ll just say it here: Malva is a simp for this man. She has special connections with Lysandre and as a result she’s able to get the full scoop on his secretive activity behind the public’s eye. Lysandre absolutely knows that Malva’s got a thing for him (I mean, she’s got good taste) and he definitely does use that to his advantage. He can convince her to manipulate the media, as well as divert any attention away from him while he conducts his Team Flare work. Malva doesn’t question his authority and she’s pretty much a ride or die. Nobody expected Kalos’s top reporter to be part of this nefarious group, which I suppose could be Lysandre’s doing as a way of showing thanks by protecting her reputation.

Him wanting to wipe the world clean from all of its impurities brewed inside of him for a long time. Initially, he really wanted to make people’s lives better with his humanitarian efforts but became tired and frustrated each time people complained that he wasn’t doing enough. Like, this man tried endlessly to provide a solution. The results continued to yield nothing and it sprouted the seeds of resentment and hate within Lysandre to pursue the nuclear option. To an extent, I see where Lysandre comes from. It sucks when people keeps pressuring you to do more, to give more of yourself to people, yet get little in return. However, it doesn’t negate the fact that Lysandre was willing to commit mass murder on people because they kept bitching at him for minor reasons. You can’t fault the man for being pissed, but still: Genocide ain’t it.

#pokemon #pokemon headcanons #pokemon ghetsis #pokemon bw #pokemon bw2 #pokemon lusamine #pokemon sm #pokemon usum #pokemon lysandre #pokemon xy #pokemon villains

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circus-complex · 11 months ago

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shen jiu + shen yuan swap au idea

ok so an AU when shen yuan is the original owner of shen jiu's body, and shen jiu is the og owner of shen yuan's body.

shen yuan went through everything shen jiu did, but instead of taking on a "I went through something horrible, and since you are similar to me i'll make you feel the same" view for luo binghe, he takes on a "I went through something horrible, and since you are similar i'll make sure you never feel this way"

this makes luo binghe develop a crush on him a bit earlier, and luo binghe is generally more stable. sqq is known for being kind, forgiving, and generous. he treats all his disciples well, and equally. he has a good relationship with most, if not all, the peak lords.

shen jiu reads PIDW, but unlike sy who fawned over lbh, he hates him. hates him with every fiber of his being. he isn't even sure why, lbh just pisses him off in every way. most of the characters do, actually. only nyy is good! lbh should of ended up with her, or shl, or any of the girls! he would of loved it if lbh built a harem up! but no. he ended up with his stupid teacher. and yqy - he likes him.

i have two ways to take this idea

Option A: so when sj transmigrates, everyone is confused, but in a new way. his complements, which used to be kind, now have a slight edge to them. he treats lbh with such hatred, he develops a grudge with lqg, he favors mf and nyy (mostly nyy). and once he unfreezes the OOC feature OH BOY! in the og book sqq would protect lbh when the ridge opens, but lbh falls anyway, and sqq mourns him for five years. this time however, sj pushes lbh in himself.

naturally, lbh has no clue whats going on. at first, he thought sqq just was in a bad mood bc of his fever, but then it started to seem personal. sqq would beat him, verbally and physically. what happened? so lbh goes down this other path, one where he blames himself for everything and works his ass of to please sj, possibly dying in the process. if he doesn't, he's just miserable and has unintentionally become sj's unstable minion, doing everything he can to please him but always failing. in the end, lbh kills himself and sj after he's driven to a qi deviation

Option B: same thing as option a, only sj plays the role of sqq MUCH better. he is kind, but is secretly planning to take lbh down. he follows the course of the book, winning lbh's favour, unfreezes the OOC function, and slowly becomes a little meaner. but he molds lbh to be his. in a cruel, twisted, jealous, slightly romantic way. he molds him to follow his every order. molds him to the perfect for his plans. molds him to hate his sect, but love sj. helps him uncover his demonic heritage under the mask of wanting his disciple to be true to himself and discover his full potential!, but secretly wanting to use it to his advantage. and he does.

he succeeds, taking down most of cang qiong, leaving only him, lbh, nyy, yqy, and sqh. he left nyy and yqy because he adored them in his past life, and sqh because he wants to torture him for all eternity for making that book (sucks tho bc sqh has mbj on his side so he can't do anything till he gets lbh to take mbj down). so yea. sj is just pulling lbh's strings behind the scenes, even going so far as too get married and do everything with him if it gains him another advantage. he's extremely emotionally manipulative, and he's smart enough to be subtle about it so no one will notice. and it kinda just ends with lbh being his puppet. lbh may be the head of the world, but sj is the neck turning his different ways. and so yea super toxic yaoi

#svsss #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #airplane shooting towards the sky #scumbag self saving system #mxtx svsss #svsss au #shen yuan #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #liu qingge #scumbag system #sqh #lbh #mobei jun #sj #sqq

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steven-has-exploded · 4 months ago

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ive yet to really see anyone else point this out but i think fyodor is going to end up being one of the most gut-wrenchingly unstable and sympathetic (to ME atleast) characters in bsd. what i perceive as foreshadowing for this has all been pretty vague, but thats really only further ammunition considering the way asagiri likes to write via throwing the wildest shit at us out of nowhere at 50mph and expecting us to deal with it. how did i first come to this conclusion? harukawas eye thing

this is going to be long please proceed with caution if you read slowly or just not at literal supersonic speed. rant under cut u know how this works

for those unaware or who have since forgotten the exact details, here is the image explaining harukawas thing with eyes, click to read;

so. fyodors eyes are usually very light, which a few other people have pointed out is probably due to the fact he genuinely believes his goal of ridding the world of abilities is following gods will; almost everything he does is a necessary evil to acheive the idealistic dream of a world without abilities. he understands his actions are wrong, but you cant go through with a goal such as that without doing morally reprehensible things in the process. anws so as user wildflowerteas pointed out his eyes are extremely dark after hes resurrected

now, could this just be signifying that fyodor can now continue doing his fucked up little deeds via his functional immortality? yes. but asagiri doesnt seem to write that way and i need an excuse to defend fyodor because im insane

asagiri generally doesnt write characters, especially important ones, as subscribing to one specific side of the moral compass. sure, there are characters that are more morally good or bad or gray than others, but not every one of their actions is as such. characters arent straight heroes or villains in their actions, and sometimes not even narratively; fitzgerald did everything for his wife to finally be happy and see her daughter again, dazai still trained akutagawa the way he did despite knowing it was abusive because his circumstances couldnt allow him to change before oda died, et cetera

so, lets interpret it another way. fyodors eyes being dark after resurrection may not be a reflection of his sinister personality, but rather the way he views and experiences his own countless deaths. he is purified in death and tainted when hes brought back; at peace in his last moments and destroyed when hes alive again. so what conclusion did this realization bring me to? fyodor is a suicidal maniac and hates his ability hear me out Please

in hindsight it seems really obvious to me now; what other reason could have spurred him on to try to desperately to erase abilities if not because he himself despises his own? his ability is truly the purest act of cruelty someone can experience when driven to the point he has been; it lets him bask in the calm of death, the comfort of everything finally ending, the solace that hes going to be finally rewarded for his actions by god. but only for a moment. once that moment is over, hes torn back into the world of the living, in the body of his own killer, the corpse of his last vessel staring him in the face as if to mock him for what he could never have. it deprives him of the human right to even die. what kind of person who claims to love all humanity wouldnt want to free the world of abilities, if others' have caused them as much pain as his has to him?

okok i apologize for making u hear me wax poetic about an anime twink version of fyodor dostoevsky but if youre still not convinced, which is ok i can see why this would be very insane to someone who isnt obsessed with this guy, i want you to just imagine for a moment how living with that kind of power would effect you. while we dont know fyodors exact age, we can assume that hes been alive for at least about 500 years due to his ability. fyodor isnt some kind of immortal being that has a conveniently human form, he is an actual human being who was first murdered presumably just in his twenties based on his appearance, who then had to slowly come to the realization that he will experience small spots of death before having to continue the same cycle of immortality for forever. human beings cant grasp the concept of infinity; our brains arent wired to deal with the idea, because everything in our own lives comes to an end. fyodor will never experience that. even if you view him as plain evil, pure and simple, no human being wishes to have their brain broken by the hands of infinity. and yet thats what fyodor is experiencing

#something something repeated theming of dehumanization in bsd #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #sowwy spamming tags cause i have a lot of thoughts and i want people to tell me if im going insane or not #is there anything else i can add actually #bsd theories #? yeah that works

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fitzrove · 9 months ago

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So... what really would've gone down if Mayerling 1889 didn't happen?

Under the cut for speculation & surface-level research... I may write a better post about this someday later. Tysm @baldandersss for inspiring this hehehe

This is a favourite topic for many a "historian" (lol) online, people love to think about what would have happened if Rudolf hadn't died in 1889. Setting aside other things that could've killed Rudolf (we don't know for sure if he had syphilis, Brigitte Hamann sometimes says no - gonorrhea only, but he believed it was syphilis and therefore progressive and uncurable - but in later interviews she switches to yes, it was syphilis; also, maybe stephanie would've eventually gotten tired enough and murdered him (JOKING)), let's pretend for a moment that he actually managed to survive until the 20th century and beyond lol

Now, it's late and I'm not going to google all the stuff that happened between 1889 and 1914 LOL rip, but the thing with 1914 is:

I'm not altogether sure it would've made a difference in the grand scheme of history, ie. Rudolf could not have prevented WW1 from occurring

unless a bunch of people got cool about a bunch of stuff really quickly

according to wikipedia The Bosnian Serb students who planned out the attack mostly cited larger anti-imperial motivations (= the attentat was conceptualised as a heroic bid to free the homeland from decades of tyranny and forced organisational/governmental/political assimilation - omg fun fact this also happened in Finland in 1904 for similar reasons but nobody cared so there was no war xD), but there was also a slight personal aspect to it, because Franz Ferdinand had advocated for even further imperial consolidation, and the assassin actually stated that one of his motivations was to prevent further developments in that vein from occurring by removing FF from the playing board.

-> would a "fairer" archduke - or crown prince - have made a difference? More importantly, could we assume that Rudolf would've actually held substantially different views (in terms of political thought Rudolf was "fairer" to the Slavic peoples of the empire than many others at court, but he was still an imperialist at heart, he didn't want A-H to break apart into independent nation-states - which is the opposite of what radical nationalists all across Europe wanted), AND even if he did, could we assume that evidence of his views would've been widespread enough to make the nationalists hope that once he became emperor, things would get better?

There's simply too many questions, I don't know if it could've worked out... Of course, maybe the overall political line of the court would've been different if Rudolf lived, but that would've necessitated actual power and influence for Rudolf... and idk if any was forthcoming especially once he started to be viewed as mentally unstable and/or morally repugnant by family members, members of the court and the general public (in the late 1880s). So in general I would assume that Mayerling as an event actually isn't historically as momentous as people sometimes say - it's a symptom, not a cause. Really, the real tragedy is the build-up of a political system that's so hostile to idealist liberalism that people in power (or adjacent to power!) who go/think against the system don't have a chance to affect change AND find their very existence unsustainable

(of course there was a level of personal tragedy too, not being able to cope with everything AND having limitations to how you could solve your problems because status made many things impossible for Rudolf, but...)

Also, @baldandersss pointed out that this version of events would've made Rudolf alive at the time of Elisabeth's death - surely a tough blow, especially given the circumstances...

#anyway yeah. rip rudolf sometimes things dont get better because too many ppl simply want them to get worse hahshdhjgj #i still think he shouldve done the thing he talked abt once and fucked off to become a politician/civil servant in france xD #history #ramble

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full-moon-rising · 1 month ago

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Chapter 14: She's the Mom

Summary:

Adrien, Alya, Nino, and Sabine watch the video of Ladybug's death, and Adrien’s carefully crafted memories of the last moments of the fight meet with reality. A very harsh reality. This chapter touches on suicidal thoughts and Chat’s very harsh treatment of Mayura.

Notes:

This entire story is what I think would have happened to Adrien in these circumstances. As someone who had suffered at the hands of Hawk Moth and his father, beneath that smile must be a very unstable construct. Ladybug's and Marinette's presence likely helped him survive once he became Chat. She was the glue that kept him together.

Fourteen: She’s the Mom

We found out rather quickly that this was going to take longer than we thought if for no other reason than viewing the video footage and talking about this in detail was mentally and emotionally exhausting. It wasn’t long after the first viewing that we called it a night.

It’s funny how the mind works. When LB died, I lost it. Going over things with Alya and Nino who were there with me, even I shivered when they described my actions. I always thought I knew what happened. Whoa, was I really off the mark.

Alya, being Alya, and Nino, being Alya’s, the two of them were wearing body cams. What better way to record a battle than to record it up close? You may not want to publish all the footage, just as the T.V. station chose to bury footage they thought was too shocking to air, but you would keep it. The next morning Alya came in and we were once again in the living room seated on the couch and chairs ready to watch a video.

Alya told me she had video of the time right after I landed with Mayura having just watched Ladybug die in that vile black mist. I decided it was time to see how my memories compared to the recorded reality. She pushed play and my world crashed again.

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I am going to write this in the third person because honestly, I don’t remember any of this. I wish that was still true.

Chat was on an upper level of the Eiffel Tower when he reached the rail dragging Mayura like a limp rag doll. One hand on the rail, one hand with a death grip on Mayura, Chat looked down into the black mist just about the same time Ladybug hit the killing cloud. She had the crystal gripped to her chest and kept it there even as she was ripped apart and turned into an ebony cloud of particles. The last thing heard by Chat was her scream that by itself, was enough to crush his heart, his soul, but he got the whole visual too. Even from the distance at which the camera caught his reaction, his face against the black of his suit looked bed sheet white. His eyes were whiter than the glittering green that had captured L.B.’s attention from the first day she had met him.

From the deepest parts of his being, Chat screamed such that even a year later watching it on video, it raised the hair on the back of my neck and crushed my lungs. I couldn’t breathe and my heart hurt. Every nerve in my body felt like someone had hooked me up to a power generator. Chat launched himself over the rail and Mayura slammed into them as she was brought along like luggage being loaded onto a plane before departure. His form was dark, his hair wild, and the look on his face no longer one of shock, but one of pure hate etched into every line and feature. He landed just outside the black mist, the cry of pain still filling the air.

Standing less than two meters from the dissipating death cloud he looked down at Mayura, suddenly remembering he had her in hand. He looked back at the mist and with all the strength he had in him, he spun in a full circle and Mayura flew past the mist just above it. Just the other side of the cloud, Mayura slammed into the side of a small supply building punching halfway through the cinder brick wall. She didn’t move.

Chat let out a yowl, more grief now than anger, and walked into what was left of the lingering mist. Both Carapace and Rena Rouge ran toward him, but before they could get to him, the mist had passed its point of usefulness, and when they got to the edge of it, he was kneeling near where L.B. had vanished, sobs torn from him as he crumbled to the ground. This went on for several moments before he stood up and looked to his left glancing first at his shoulder and then just left of that, as if someone was there. “I’m sorry L.B. Oh, god! I’m sorry.”

He seemed to be listening to someone talking. His look shifted to the ground in front of him in what looked like shame.

“She came out of nowhere and blocked me.” Chat’s voice was torn and sounded like a child who was being berated by a parent. “You were almost to Hawk Moth before I could knock her out and try to get to you.” Again, he paused listening to that ghost of a voice.

“Why did you have to move like that? I would have grabbed him. My Lady, why?” Chat’s voice was like someone who would have taken his own life to trade places with his love. Hell, he had already walked into the mist thinking it would let him join her in death. And then he saw a movement by the small storage building as Mayura tried to pull herself out of the wall, and in a flash, he crossed the distance.

Chat grabbed Mayura’s blouse just below her chin and pulled her out of the rubble as if there was nothing to her. As if she weighed nothing. He pulled her to him, her face only a couple of centimeters from his.

“No you don’t, you vile bitch.” Chat slammed the broken woman into a part of the wall that wasn’t crumbled. From where Rena and Carapace were, they could see the woman almost certainly had a broken leg and her right arm was bent at an abnormal angle. Chat pulled her back and then with his arm extended upward, he slammed her into the wall again. “Look what you’ve done! Children were in that crowd.” He pointed to a stroller that was clearly made for an infant. “Babies, God damn you. God damn you to hell!” Again, Chat pulled the defeated villain back and slammed her into the wall. “What kind of human does that? Your precious Hawk Moth fell into that mist and died the same painful death as everyone else caught in it. Was that his plan all along? Did the stupid son-of-a-bitch have a death wish? What was worth this devastation?” As these questions left his lips, he would pull her back and slam her again and again into the wall.

Again, he pulled her to within centimeters of his face and growled. “Well, you didn’t escape his fate. You are going to join him now.” With that, Chat pinned her to the wall.

“Cataclysm!” His right hand, roiling with black death was moving toward her face. “Say hi to Hawk Moth for me.”

During all this Carapace and Rena Rouge were running to get near to the tragic scene.

“Chat! Chat Noir. Don’t do this!” Rena yelled to him as she finally got within four meters of the broken hero.

“She’s earned this, Fox. I’m going to see if I make this take her skin off before it burns her to her core.”

“Ladybug would not want this, Chat.”

“She’s not here, Fox.” Chat growled and turned to look Mayura in the eyes. “Is she, Mayura?

The villain closed her eyes, took a breath, opened them, and looking right back at Chat she nodded.

“Do what you have to.”

Chat pressed her harder into the wall, his raised right-hand trembling and the wall braking and crumbling behind her as he pushed her slowly through it. Rena was sure she heard ribs crack. And then he stopped, looking to his right.

“My Lady?” He listened to a voice only he could hear. “My love. My Life. I can’t do this without you.” Tears were flowing from his eyes. More listening. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this. You and me, Buggaboo. You and me against the world.” His voice crumbled as the wall had. “How am I supposed to go on when I can’t even breathe?” He listened his head bowing. “I failed you, what kind of hero does that make me? I couldn’t even keep you alive to your seventeenth birthday.”

Rena Rouge and Carapace watched the one-sided conversation unable to bring themselves to do anything to try to bring him back to reality. As she watched, Mayura seemed to realize that these really were just children. I think she realized that they were probably the same age as Adrien, and she looked out at the carnage left by Hawk Moth’s akuma. She turned back to Chat Noir her face having gone white. Standing before her was someone whose love had been destroyed by the festering hatred that drove Hawk Moth's actions. All done with her help.

“Oh God. What have we done?”

“NO!” Chat turned on her, his hand almost touching her face. “NO, you don’t…can’t…” His right hand hit the wall close enough to her face that some of her hair was turned to ash along with a large portion of the wall behind her. Chat ripped her Miraculous from her blouse tearing her costume and he threw Mayura the four meters to Rena Rouge's feet. As she crumpled to the ground, her transformation dropped even as the peacock Miraculous was being put into his pocket.

The video stopped. The room was quiet. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Sabine looked at me. I could tell that she was devastated by what she saw. Me? I had just watched my very carefully crafted memory crash and burn. Now a darker reality filled its place. I had tried to kill Mayura. I had thrown her into the mist. I had walked into it myself.

Sabine got up from the couch and walked over to me wiping her tears from her cheeks. She pulled a blanket out of an end table next to the couch and put it over me.

“Don’t you move from this couch.” She bent over and kissed my forehead, then she looked at Alya and Nino. “Why don’t the two of you go up to Marinette’s room? Rest. I’ll call you down in a couple of hours for lunch. I think we all need some quiet time.”

I curled up into the blanket and closed my eyes. I smiled. It was the kind of thing only a mother could get away with. She just put us all to bed for naps and no one argued with her. How could they? She’s the mom.

End: Chapter 14

Next: Analysis

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davekat-sucks · 2 years ago

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The overanalyzing canon anon again on the topic of Eridan: If you look through the panels, Eridan blinded Sollux, killed and destroyed matriorb in self-defence. First he battled Sollux, who arrogantly thought he could take Eridan. Sollux started - that's on him, but that's p much general consensus as far as I know. But then Feferi launched at him with anger and battle-ready, it was reasonable to assume that she wanted to kill him given her prior dialogue before the fight. I thought it was obvious on the first read, but I saw people disagree over years, that he straight up murdered Feferi. Now onto Kanaya, let's paint her view:

-She just saw Eridan demolish Sollux at presumably full force with a blast from his wand and one-shot Feferi - a fuschiablood

-If she doesn't stop him, she's as good as dead considering his plan, but in a stand-off situation, it's just as bad

She has a choice:

-stand in his way

-let him through

Both equally bad for her, so I wouldn't judge on either, although I'd choose the latter for a slim chance Bec Noir is to be reasoned with or something else happens, but she chooses the former. Now let's switch to Eridan's POV:

-Kanaya is blocking his way

-In his view, they're all as good as dead if they won't try to get on Jack's good side, so in his eyes if he won't proceed they all will die

-He expressed earlier he doesn't want to kill Kanaya in spite of his castist tendencies

-He internalized (with Kanaya's help) that he's a Prince of Hope only to reject his "destiny" (basically fulfilling it as a result later), because he deems situation hopeless, so the first thoughts that come to mind to him naturally would be to destroy hope

He has 3 choices:

-Kill Kanaya and proceed with his plan

-Stay and let everyone die

-Discourage Kanaya from stopping him

I see a lot of people claiming he just murdered Kanaya or provoked her to attack him willingly, however I believe he chose the third option. Here's why: he didn't hesitate to kill Feferi - his "destined true matesprit", when she attacked him threatening his life. Now, Kanaya unaware does this here indirectly too by denying him the only option he deems to give a hope for survival. If he really intended to kill her then and there, he would just do so, but he hesitated, meaning he considers one or both of the other options, preferably the third one, but he doesn't know how to do it. Then Kanaya looks at the matriorb and opportunity immidiately presents itself. Destroy hope by destroying matriorb. I'd say considering how he handled his hopeless situation (which contrary to the popular belief is non-violently and without bursting into anger), it would be reasonable to assume that if Kanaya didn't change her mindset to his about the Jack situation, she'd at least have no reason to stand in his way as she'd feel hopeless, but understandably she attacked, so he killed her in self defence. Eridan might not have been the greatest person morally, but at that point he did nothing wrong. I'd like to point out that there also was Karkat in the room, who neither intervened at any point nor was killed. I'd also say that because of this Kanaya wasn't justified to kill Eridan later as she had full capability to disarm him easily to prevent his plan and the argument of doing bad things due to stressful situation doesn't apply here anymore as time has passed, she didn't kill Gamzee despite claw-mark Nepeta's hat and Equius' glasses and her calm mannerism afterwards. This was a planned murder in revenge.

Everything about this is wwonderful! I lovve it! When Kanaya did eye on the Matriorb, it was then Eridan used his hope powers to destroy it. His arm never shown glowing when he faces Kanaya after all he done. Him destroying the Matriorb may have been done out of his unstable reaction of him killing someone he had loved and that he had to go destroy the next thing, whether he intended to or not. Some could also see it that because he was put in a hopeless situation of dying by Jack's hands or joining him, Eridan would believe that there would be no hope for the repopulation of trolls. In his eyes, he mercy killed it to be spared from being destroyed by Jack's own hands or starvation after it gets hatched. We have seen a timeline scenario that Jack would eventually made it to the meteor and killed everyone on sight. We just don't know the situation of what if he did find the Matriorb. Would he destroy the foreign object like it was nothing? Leave it alone for it to die on its own accord? Even if the Matriorb had survived, Kanaya would still be hesitant to be near Gamzee or let her sights out of it. May not help that Rose would be depressed and drunk off her ass by her arrival that she would try to balance being her girlfriend and making sure the orb hatches. If the Matriorb did stay intact during those Doomed Timelines, we can assume that they may as well be considered dead even if the trolls had finished their quest and gained God Tier. The only thing Eridan did wrong is more in the hemospectrum rule sense that he killed the future Heiress, the top highblood herself, a fuchsia. Maybe Karkat and Terezi had known that it was Gamzee who killed Equius and Nepeta. But they can't do much to him because technically, he was still in the right because he was higher on the caste system. In a sad sense, despite their home planet destroyed that they should have ignored their old customs and cultures, the trolls still FOLLOW it, even if it means someone like Karkat would still be oppressed because of his mutant blood. Maybe Karkat telling Kanaya to not go after Gamzee is because of not only he had seen him as a moirail and close friend, but because he was in the right as a purpleblood. A middle class jadeblood like her should not decide if he was in the wrong or not. Kanaya may have been right to kill Eridan for killing the future troll queen, but she would not be correct in killing a purpleblood who killed two blood colors that were higher than her, an oliveblood and blueblood.

#Eridan Ampora #Kanaya Maryam #Sollux Captor #Feferi Peixes #Karkat Vantas #Gamzee Makara #Homestuck #Murderstuck #Jack Noir #Bec Noir #HOM3STUCK

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quietpagan · 2 years ago

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Trollhunters: What Falls and What Grows, ch. 20

Howdy howdy y’all. Welcoming you back with some content warnings: mentions of cannibalism, grave robbery, child death, grievous bodily harm.

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Everybody thinks that weeds are worthless, but in a barren and abandoned land it is the weeds that grow first, and that set the foundation for further growth.

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The singular glow of Bular’s now lonesome eye should have reminded Walter Stricklander of their exalted Dark Lord, in its malice and its fury. Bular looked like his father; the details may have been different, and his lack of skill in sorcery denied him the mysterious glow that Gunmar possessed, but the outline was there, as was the general impermeability to injury and the built-in sense of entitlement.

That was, until the Trollhunter had brought a handgun to a swordfight. That act alone would have suggested she wasn’t fully troll, even without her apparently walking in sunlight. Stricklander personally thought that Bular may have fudged the details, given that he’d just been shot in the eye, but nevertheless. The single most devasting injury ever given to the son of Gunmar had been done by a human weapon in the hands of an unknown and possibly Impure Trollhunter. Gunmar was furious.

Bular, on the other hand, was pensive – which, to Stricklander, was significantly more worrying. A pensive Bular was unpleasantly sneaky Bular, and he was prone to inconvenient bouts of cleverness in these times. He was as violent and temperamental as his father, but cut off as he was from the Darklands, Bular had been forced to adapt, though less than Stricklander would have liked.

He forever remained impatient and unsubtle, but his time in the surface world had beaten down his superiority complex just barely enough to allow a tiny bit of mercy. Bular, as much as he liked to throw his weight around, acknowledged the value of a good army. He wasn’t quiet about his ambitions to conquer and lead, in contrast to his father’s simple desire to destroy. Gunmar was more than willing to kill every soldier in his command if it temporarily assuaged his temper, and he had no goals that went further than ‘conquer and burn the world to the ground’.

Bular knew that one couldn’t rule if there was nothing to rule over. At bare minimum, he had that going for him.

Stricklander had known for a very long time that Gunmar’s reign wasn’t quite the best thing for Changeling advancement but he had never truly allowed himself to muse upon what exactly that meant, and the real implications of that realization. He had been content to remain loyal. But then Gunmar had ordered the attack on Trollmarket, upon the bare rumor of a Changeling Trollhunter, as a punishment.

Even Bular, as callous as he was toward Stricklander and his folk, had been shocked by the order. It was a deliberate death sentence. Completely ignoring that exposing the presence of Changelings in Arcadia and sending the majority of one’s spy operation on a suicide mission was insane, it was also self-ruinous and damaging. Bular, the brat, would be unable to live on the surface without exposure if he didn’t have Stricklander and his associates to tend to him. The blasted bridge project would be forced to a standstill. Without the Changelings, Gunmar’s claim on the world diminished; his (Stricklander’s, really) global network of infiltrators was now shaken and unstable, because of one single, cruel order.

But the most damaging thing it did was sow, not fear, but doubt.

Nomura, as fanatically loyal as she had been, was now hissing and temperamental, her worldview shaken down to its establishment. Even Stricklander, who had gotten a clue about Gunmar and how unhealthy he was to Stricklander’s dreams of quiet world domination many, many years ago, was doubting the bare minimum of loyalty that he had for Gunmar. The Dark Lord, who had been quietly viewed as a means to an end by the more forward-thinking Changelings, had now become an active threat.

And throughout all this, the Trollhunter’s offer turned over and over in Stricklander’s head.

He had been so distracted, in fact, that a few of his students had even asked about his well-being, after he returned to school following a few days of a ‘stomach bug’. His shoulder still pulled painfully in the lingering tears in the muscle that their medic hadn’t been able to fix magically, and between his hidden injuries and clouded mind he had excused himself early from school for the first time in his career. The Janus Order needed him more.

Fourteen Changelings were dead; seven were injured badly enough to have to remain in Arcadia for the week, and eight others were still bed-bound. The rest, including Nomura and Stricklander himself, had been escorted from Trollmarket with the promise of no further harm, a promise that had actually been followed. The Trollhunter had negotiated with him for the Anstramonstrum crystal and their stolen horngazel, and in return allowed his remaining people passage, with the promise to return their dead for later interment.

She also killed Otto, but given that the deceitful little shit had stayed behind to play spy without Stricklander’s approval, he was of the opinion that Otto had taken his chance, and lost.

The Trollhunter, on the other hand…

“Shut up.”

Stricklander caught the rolled-up magazine before it hit the side of his head, blinking rapidly at the cooling cup of tea in his hand. Nomura, who had been seated across from him, downed the rest of her cup and crossed her arms, glaring at him as she scratched at her bandages.

“I don’t believe I’ve spoken,” Stricklander said. He took a sip and made a face, putting the cup back on the saucer and sliding the cold tea away from him. On the sidewalk and street around them, the quiet town carried on as it normally did; people chatting lightly as they shopped, cars idling at the stoplight, the clink of glasses as a waiter cleared the table behind him. The normality grated at him, as if the world around him should be cracked, quaking – shaking on its foundations and breaking into falling pieces as his own mind and heart were.

Nomura, true to form, was utterly unsympathetic to his silent plight.

“You’re thinking loud enough to give me a headache,” she complained, and then grabbed his abandoned cup and shot it back. It never failed to amaze him how a true connoisseur of international tea like Nomura could have the absolute worst personal tastes. It was like watching a Greek historian praise Clash of the Titans, and it was yet another reason why Stricklander was so very unhappy at being forced to make her his second-in-command.

The fact that his previous second, third, and fourth-in-commands had been killed by the Dark Underlord’s temper tantrum Trollmarket’s warriors was hardly relevant. Just because the entirety of the Janus Order was scrambling to deal with the loss of so many of its members didn’t mean that he should have to deal with Nomura more than he already did, but here they were. Sitting at a café drinking sub-par tea, and planning to commit treason while trying to not actually commit treason.

Because Gunmar had finally showed his hand.

Because if trolls were able to accept a Changeling Trollhunter, then Stricklander’s kin may have a safer place to retreat to.

Their brethren Trollhunter, whatever damned traitor she was, had quite a lot to answer for.

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Blinky, bless him, had hidden Vendel’s trapping stones, but for once Alexandra wasn’t in the mood to make a fuss about being tended to. This time, she was perfectly happy to curl up on a nest of purloined blankets and sleep the sleep of the deeply exhausted, surrounded by budding crystals and swathed in bandages yet again. Vendel had taken special offense to the injuries on her face once he learned that the imposter had used his body to cause such damage. She’d never had a swollen eye tended to so carefully, nor a broken tooth packed with such gentleness. Her joking compliment on the power of his backhand had fallen short of its injured humor at the disturbed look on Vendel’s face, and the Hunter afterward let herself be tended to in silence.

The sleep of the deeply exhausted was, apparently, fraught with nightmares but thankfully long in duration. Alexandra awoke from a very disturbing dream of a witch hanging inside of a burning church almost sixteen hours after she had faceplanted her nest.

Her amulet had migrated from its customary place in her pocket to rest on her wrist; it twinkled cheerfully as she dragged herself upright, without nearly as much groaning and moaning as she wanted, since Vendel was watching from the sidelines.

“Am I allowed to move around this time?”

“I hardly think that I can stop you,” the old troll said, beginning to kneel in order to examine the healing cut on her shoulder. Alexandra rolled to her feet and seated herself at the table where he could more easily reach her.

“AAARRRGGHH and Blinkous came a short while ago to drop off reading material,” he said, “But in my opinion you are perfectly able to take yourself to the library. If you promise not to re-open anything this time, you stubborn fool.”

Alexandra muttered her assent. The general noise of the market was quieted to a gentle susurrus inside the cavern of the Heartstone, but she could still hear it.

“How’s the damage?”

Vendel poked at her nose, checking the swelling before slathering it with a sweet-smelling paste.

“To Trollmarket? We have seen worse days. Bagdwella’s stall has been repaired. You’ll be pleased to hear that no further imposters have been discovered.”

Alexandra did not allow herself to show it, but Vendel’s assurance brought her a breath of relief. After seeing her to the Heartstone AAARRRGGHH had taken it upon himself to gather up Blinky and Draal and test every troll in Trollmarket with a gaggletack – a real one, checked by Alexandra herself when Vendel was briefly called away. RotGut’s emporium had been bought out of its stock, and until Alexandra was back up and running Vendel was enforcing a temporary lockdown. Felsiclase had been contacted, and now protective charms and totems from the Isarnan Heartstone adorned every entrance and exit, every crack. Bagdwella was making a killing with new defensive items at her repaired stall. Nobody had begrudged them their caution.

A thick finger poked at Alex’s ribs, testing for pain.

“And the injured?” she asked. Vendel rumbled unhappily.

“Those who were hurt in the recent fight are fine enough; it’s those from the Changeling battle that are not improving. Taar and Daar will eventually heal; Jaela, I fear, will not see the end of this week.”

The Trollhunter’s fist clenched without her permission. Jaela, she knew, was the last living parent of a very tiny whelp; Alexandra had held the child up to see her mother in the Healing Dwell the day after the battle, where the troll woman had been injured by the Anstramonstrum. The other two had been nearly killed by the attacking goblin horde; a pair of brothers who fought bravely but with little real experience. Alexandra had been so busy that she had forgotten to visit them.

A broad, heavy hand rested on her uninjured shoulder.

“You take on more responsibility than is yours to bear, Trollhunter. No, do not argue with me,” Vendel said, squeezing her arm when she made to disagree.

“I have never met a Hunter busier in their early days than you. I know you felt ill at ease here, yet there is hardly a single troll in Trollmarket who has not had a comforting word from you. But as you have cared for us, despite being a stranger to us all, allow Trollmarket to take care of itself for a little while. You are permitted to heal, anxious little fool.”

“You do the same thing,” Alex finally said, as Vendel put away his healing supplies. “I am doing my job, as you are.”

“Yes,” he said, “But I am not required to pick fights with Bular at the same time. You are not Maddrax the Many, to stretch yourself a thousand directions at once. Just because you heal uncommonly fast does not mean you are free to galivant around like a gravid Stalking. Rest.”

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Alexandra decided to relax by visiting the injured trolls, who were being extremely argumentative with their healers until said healers clocked them on the head. Despite Vendel’s concerns, visiting put Alexandra at ease; she could monitor those who had been hurt and bring them news, taking messages in turn to give to others whom she would later visit. It had been one of her primary practices in her early human lives, to endear herself to her neighbors by being genuinely friendly and interested in them. But as Trollhunter, the approach had almost turned into a comfort, a means of keeping an eye on those under her protection, keeping her busy by seeing what they needed help with, be it a repair to a damaged home or an ear for a damaged heart.

Watching Jaela fade was difficult. Alexandra had never really met the woman or even seen her awake and whole, but seeing her child slowly lose hope every time the whelp’s temporary guardians brought her for a visit hurt in a cold, aching way.

AAARRRGGHH found her exchanging jokes with the brothers, munching hungrily at the lunch she’d bought on the way over. Gradually developing a taste for real trollish food was both a relief and a concern; a relief because she would fit in better, and a concern because troll food was, on occasion, literal garbage. She waved at him to give her a minute before going off to find the healer in charge.

The healer, a short, brawny troll named Pottlebot, gave her a new mixture for the burns on her hands; Vendel had nearly had a fit at the state of them and demanded to know the cause. Alexandra had shaken it off as a spell gone wrong, something she’d tried in the fury of the fight without knowing exactly how to manage it, and the elder troll and the other healers were having rather a difficult time figuring how exactly to take care of such particular injuries. So far, only Heartstone-based remedies had done anything significant. Much to Alexandra’s relief – and worry – neither Vendel nor the healers had made any mention on her usual number of fingers.

Alexandra stood patiently as the healer smoothed a glowing paste of powdered crystal over her top two hands, taking a bite out of her rather expensive burger, which had turned out to be almost good enough to be worth what Alex suspected was a ridiculous overcharge.

AAARRRGGHH lumbered over to watch their progress, poking around the supplies cabinet curiously after giving Jaela a concerned sniff.

“Draal moody,” he said, backing up when Pottlebot swatted him away from the cat-based medicines.

“Oh? Has something happened?” The giant troll shook his head while the healer harumphed.

“Tell Draal the Dedicated, when you leave, that he is to march his undersized little arse back here to get the rest of his medications. I know those cuts itch and I won’t have him scratching them back open again.”

Judging by AAARRRGGHH’s guilty face, that was exactly what was putting Draal in a mood. If he was happy to bleed all over Trollmarket then Alexandra would be happy to fuss at him.

Pottlebot finished with Alexandra’s top pair of hands and started on the bottom, forcing Alex to stuff down the rest of her burger. She tossed the soggy wrapper to AAARRRGGHH, who was sniffing the healing unguents; he happily snatched it out of the air and swallowed it whole. Alexandra, who had turned back to the healer, didn’t notice the immediate widening of his eyes and pained expression until the wrapper was promptly spat out and deposited with a damp plop next to her feet.

She turned and looked at AAARRRGGHH with a grimace, only to see him step back, the hair on his shoulders bristling like a cat.

“AAARRRGGHH…? What – “

“Human.”

Alex looked down at the soggy wrapper. Something in her throat clenched.

“What do you mean – “

AAARRRGGHH bent down and gently sniffed the paper, before straightening up with a queer look on his face.

“Human.”

The world narrowed into a pinpoint in Alexandra’s mind. She felt a sudden wash of icy cold through her body, focused on the horrified realization that she had quite enjoyed the burger.

Human. The burger was made of human meat.

She made it approximately six feet out of the entrance before losing the contents of her stomach.

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Baak the Burger Guy was a rather top-heavy troll who fervently insisted on plausible deniability.

“I didn’t ask what kind of meat it was an’ he didn’t tell me,” he said, again. Despite being suddenly confronted by an angry Trollhunter, an enraged Vendel, a disgruntled Blinky, an eavesdropping Bagdwella, and a somewhat distressed AAARRRGGHH, he kept up a surprisingly stoic face.

“Business has been good.”

“Business has been deceitful,” the Trollhunter hissed, menacing the shopkeeper with full armor and sword in hand. Blinky, upon hearing of the commotion in the Healing Dwell and finding both his Trollhunter and his companion in states of distress, had taken it upon himself to ascertain the reason for trouble and lead the charge to the vendor’s stall. Vendel, of course, had been summoned, and when Bagdwella noticed the disturbance she happily came along to see what the fuss was about.

Alexandra apparently was having a bad enough day without the accidental ingestion of human meat to put a cap on it, and her famous temper was now flaring up again. Blinky was torn between comforting his friend and trying to prevent a murder.

“Look, yer’honor, the meat’s cheap to buy and pricey to sell, alright? I don’t gotta catch it meself and the guy gave me a pretty good deal – “

“Because he was fucking robbing graves, you nasty excuse of a scum-covered silicate!”

“Nobody got hurt, all’s dead,” Baak the Burger Guy sneered, looking massively confident for someone being yelled at by a troll who could light her hands on fire.

Blinky saw Alexandra draw herself up and had the immediate notion that she was going to threaten the stall owner with a little accident unless someone did something soon. He interjected himself by firmly wedging an arm between the two, which did utterly nothing.

“Perhaps – “ “How would you feel if humans raided the Silent Keep and stole a body to be ground into gravel, or carved into a statue? Your older sister is down there, isn’t she? And your mother and nephew as well?” Blinky, slightly unbalanced due to his unsuccessful wedge, paused, as did Baak. Alexandra took one look at that moment of weakness and grabbed hold.

“Would they have liked to be disturbed, stolen from their repose, and turned into a modern art exhibit in a museum Upstairs?”

“It’s not the same – “ “It’s exactly the same, except instead of being ogled at, the damn humans were ingested! And more to the point, Trollmarket and the people within have vowed for centuries to forgo human meat. Trolls eat goddamn ANYTHING except for that one thing, and you’re here selling under the table and lying about your product to people who trust you not to deceive them – “

Blinky quickly extracted himself and backed off to where the rest stood awkwardly to the side, grumbling amongst each other but happy enough to let the Trollhunter vent for a little bit. He sidled against AAARRRGGHH, who still had a queasy look on his face but was content to wrap an arm around the smaller troll.

“ – And to trick people like this now, while we’re in the middle of recovering from an attack that has resulted in several deaths and the destruction of a good portion of people’s homes, you’re pulling this kind of horseshit now? As if we have time to come over here and investigate your underhanded, dishonorable inconsideration for other people’s moral decisions, you LYING – “

It went on this vein for about eight more minutes, until Alexandra was out of breath and out of anger and poor Baak had given up the name of the merchant who had sold him the ‘unidentified random meat, completely legit and at half-price’.

Alexandra, upon reducing the shopkeeper to guilty tears, pat him on the back and immediately put out a very polite but very firm request to speak to the merchant as soon as he was back in Trollmarket, the troll in question having left only two days before, barely ahead of Vendel’s lockdown.

She stalked off so quickly that AAARRRGGHH had to grab Blinky and carry him along, leaving Baak the Burger Guy to Vendel and Bagdwella, neither of whom looked particularly ready to let the merchant go without giving him a piece of their own minds.

The crowds parted around Alexandra as she plowed through the market, armor glinting, her sword shining on her back. From his rather unsteady position Blinky could see her fists clenching at her sides. He understood that she was angry – everyone was angry. Baak’s actions that been a violation of the personal vows and beliefs of every troll in Heartstone Trollmarket. Blinky would be the first to admit that he had been the one of the last to agree to abstain from human flesh, but over the centuries he had gained a respect and fascination for human culture and society to the point where the very memory of his own initial disagreement of the vow was disquieting and disgusting to him.

But Alexandra appeared to be taking it personally.

Blinky supposed that it was only to be expected; though he didn’t have much of a clear picture of her early days, he could imagine that being placed in a human household, acting like one of their own, living among human societies and joining in their trials and triumphs, would have lent her the same revulsion for human meat that Blinky himself eventually came to possess.

AAARRRGGHH rumbled uncertainly; Blinky felt the vibrations against his back and side as they turned into his library. Alexandra was already pacing through the stacks, opening and closing books at random and glaring at a researching troll until he quickly pocketed his book and edged out of the door. Alexandra began to round on them and Blinky cut her off before she could start again.

“A most distressing and unfortunate situation, yes, but one that will have to be solved at another time, I’m afraid.” Alexandra, standing in the chaotic library with chest heaving and fists clenching, eyed him for a very long moment before running a hand through her hair and leaning against the wall.

“Fine. Fine. Okay. So: We have Killahead Bridge stuff, uh. Changelings in Arcadia – “ “Including – “ “We’re not discussing that right now, thank you. Trollmarket should be safe, for now; we’ve got the lockdown, we’ve checked every troll in here twice, every person and every gaggletack is accounted for. We’ve got charms and totems on every damn corner. We’re good on that front. So.” “It may be time, if nothing else dire happens in the immediate future, to continue our reconnaissance and try to hold back Gunmar’s escape for as long as we possibly can.” As AAARRRGGHH settled down among the stacks, Blinky gently navigated the still-damaged library to uncover the Bridge piece’s box from its hiding place. The box, a perfect, harmless replica, was completely undamaged, the precious stone within whole and unchanged. It made him cold just to handle it, knowing what he nearly had done.

The situation with the polymorphic Changeling was too close, too close by far; if he had taken the bridge piece and they had never found out… “Chaos,” Blinky whispered. He glanced at AAARRRGGHH with a furrowed brow.

“I...”

Blinky handed the cursed box to his friend, pacing slowly with hands clenched at his back. “Bular’s presence meant that nothing ever was truly through; our battles, our trials still waged, until Gunmar’s threat was completely obliterated. But with the Killahead Bridge under construction, Changelings once more gathering in secret, and an outright attack on Trollmarket itself, I fear that Gunmar’s wrath is so much closer at hand than any of us had hoped. We need a way to defeat him.”

Alexandra stood from her lean, a hand automatically going to her amulet.

“He’s trapped, though,” she said. “The Bridge can’t be opened now.” “Yes, but we’ve seen just how close it has come for us to lose our one advantage. Contingencies must be found.”

Blinky selected a book from a shelf and cast it onto the table, ignoring it immediately to paw through the rest of his stacks. Off in the corner, AAARRRGGHH settled himself down to watch, think fingers running over the box with unease. Blinky took pity and reclaimed it, handing it off to Alexandra when she reached.

“So, in the unlikely possibility that he somehow escapes, what do we do?” she asked.

“An excellent conundrum, Master Alexandra,” Blinky murmured. “Gunmar is legendarily difficult to wound, let alone kill. He may have built his cult around lies but his origins and physiology are different than other trolls, and he is much, much more powerful.”

Alexandra’s hands found the lock and triggered it. The lid popped open and was quickly popped back closed.

“Would time have had any effect? He’s been trapped in the Darklands for centuries, without a Heartstone or anything more than incremental support. He’s got to be ancient and weakened by now.”

“True, true,” Blinky tutted, throwing down another book. “But you must remember that Gunmar was born from a Heartstone himself. He is accomplished in black magic, with a repertoire of powers that few of us can imagine. And unfortunately, he has little need to gather true armies to himself; with the power he possesses he can turn any enemy into a soldier enslaved to his will. Many of the Gumm-Gumms we slayed in the Battle of Killahead were, originally, our own.”

Alexandra pulled the growing pile of books toward herself, finally banishing the armor. Blinky trailed through his stacks, shuffling aside bits and pieces that had not been cleaned up yet and filing loose tomes and scrolls at random. Work, work, that was what he needed to do. If he could just work, if he could figure out a solution, then the cold guilt and oozing horror of what might-have-been would leave him be. There was so much to do, so much to plan for…

“Are there ways to break his enchantments? If we can get his support system free, maybe…”

“I do not know, Master Alexandra. But the answers, hopefully, will be somewhere in here.”

Alexandra set the box down on the table, picked up a book, put it down, and then slid the box over to Blinky.

“Put the stone back in the Changeling-proof box,” Alexandra said without preamble.

Oh thank Deya and all the stars, Blinky thought wildly, recovering the protective box from the shelf he’d stashed it on and unceremoniously dumping the Bridge fragment into it with a clatter. He turned the lock and Alexandra took the box and the key from him.

Blinky watched with trepidation as she jiggled the key, knocked on the box, shook it, and even tried to bite it. The box held, with no sound from the object within, and was returned utterly unchanged and unlocked. Blinky shuffled to the back corner of his library and shoved the box beneath a crystal lamp, in a tiny hidden cranny where he had hidden the particularly scandalous erotica novels.

It felt as though a vice around his chest had been loosened. He slumped against AAARRRGGHH’s comforting bulk.

The next few hours were spent in quiet discussion, Alexandra and Blinky’s eight collective hands skimming through tome after tome as they bounced ideas back and forth, the gentle growl of AAARRRGGHH’s deep voice rumbling through theirs.

The majority of the discussion centered on the Changelings, and their current leader, one Walter Stricklander - the very Changeling whom Alexandra had made her uneasy deal with.

“Strickler is self-serving,” Alexandra murmured, copying down a few passages on the magic of Killahead Bridge and its site, “But he’s not completely heartless. Most of the Changelings are, in his viewpoint, there to advance his own goals but he knows that without the rest he’ll have nothing. I don’t think that ‘care’ is the right word for how he feels about the rest of the Janus Order but they are under his charge, and he’d rather them live or die.” Blinky supposed that was better than nothing.

“Do you believe – truly – that he would help us? Loyalty aside, Gunmar could be a means to an end…” “I think that Gunmar fucked up really, really badly,” said the Hunter. She’d grown quieter as they had ventured deeper into the topic of Changelings. Her answers had been insightful, but Blinky still could only barely pick out any personal connections. Her trust was growing, though through no choice of her own, but it appeared that she would struggle with it for a while yet.

“He sent his servants on a suicide mission for something they didn’t do. Changelings aren’t like most Gumm-Gumms, who I think are controlled through magic. They’re - “

- And there it was again, her continued use of ‘they’ versus ‘we’, as if he would simply forget –

“ – Loyal through training and conditioning. He doesn’t actually control them himself. There’s free will.”

“Talk with green one,” said AAARRRGGHH from his seat on the carpet, where Blinky had spared a hand to turn pages for him. “Gunmar not safe. Bad leader, hurts followers. Dangerous.”

“Indeed, my friend,” said Blinky. “If this Stricklander is as self-interested as you say, Master Alexandra, then perhaps he could be convinced to part with information or even, with any luck, agree to spy.” Alexandra grumbled and gathered up her books, scooting until she was gently rested on AAARRRGGHH’s opposite side, not quite touching but close enough for Blinky to marvel at the gesture. Her eyes were tight, but she did not retreat.

“I think it��s worth it to try,” she said. “But how well would this be received? Vendel still wants to be involved in the Bridge situation – “ “Yes, and on that topic – “ Blinky began. Alexandra threw a pencil at him.

“ – What promises am I to make to him? To not kill him or the others on sight? I can’t ask him to risk himself without a safety net to fall back on, he won’t go for it. Strickler has backups and contingencies for his contingencies. He’s the oldest Changeling I know of. We’d need something good. Amnesty for peaceful defectors at bare minimum.”

“Which, Master Alexandra, is something we most certainly would need to confer with Vendel about. And on that subject – “

“I’m changing the subject.” “The longer this goes the worse the end result, I assure you. Better to have it from your own lips than from watchful eyes or prying ears. Vendel admires your work so far, I know it, and you will have the backup of myself, AAARRRGGHH, and Draal, not to mention your position as Trollhunter.”

The blue pulse of the amulet in the Hunter’s pocket betrayed her stress.

“It…this can wait. If I start making overtures to help the Janus Order and Vendel knows that I’m…it’ll look suspicious. It’s better to. Just. Stop talking, Blinky, please.”

“The best time to act is now, Trollhunter. Vendel’s wisdom is boundless and would be an incredible boon, if we could actually include him with any degree of honesty.” “And you’re perfectly aware of exactly why I might think that’s a terrible idea,” said Alexandra, pushing aside a scroll and standing with some difficulty to pace around the room in a mood. Blinky felt for her, he truly did – her position was still tenuous and short-lived, and Blinky’s own actions had damaged much hope of peaceful relations on the subject matter at hand. But the secrecy in which she necessitated and in which he had been complicit had nearly brought disaster upon them, and in all honestly Blinky was scared. His near-mistake had spooked him worse than he felt like admitting, and a deep, hungry part of him wished for the ageless wisdom of the elder troll. There needed to be a responsible adult somewhere around here, and Blinky very much wanted it to be someone else. It was childish, and most unlike him. AAARRRGGHH shifted in response to his discomfort, and he relaxed back into his seat, withdrawing a hand from running through his hair.

“If we cannot – “

At the entrance to the library a figure of blue appeared. Blinky nearly threw a book at it for the interruption, before he realized that it was in fact Draal, finally emerged from wherever he had been hiding.

Alexandra uttered a quiet oath and latched onto the distraction like lichen on rock, immediately interrogating Draal about Baak’s burgers before rushing out of the library, Draal hot on her heels. There was a retching sound. Blinky stood up with a cascade of books and made for the door, only to be held back by AAARRRGGHH’s finger through his suspender.

“Let leave,” he said, pulling Blinky back down. “Much to think about. Many worries. Arguing not helping.”

Blinky allowed himself to be dragged under a massive arm and sighed, only calling out once when he heard a muffled sentence about their discussion.

“Discussing? What are we discussing? Because I have a few topics I would like to bring up,” he said loudly. There was a low curse and the sound of someone being shoved. Neither troll reappeared.

“Impossible,” Blinky muttered, grabbing another book from the accumulated pile. He propped it up to where his companion could see it as well, and fumed as he read aloud, trapped by a warm, comforting arm.

But this wasn’t over yet!

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A/N: Well hello there.

Y’all let me know if the timeline and events feel rushed or too slow or confusing, okay? I actually had to make a spreadsheet to keep the plot straight, which was one of the reasons I’ve taken so long to update, I honestly just didn’t know where to go.

I’ll also be editing some of the earlier chapters to fix typos, etc.

I really want to do another fight scene but it’s too early, dammit, I can’t have a battle scene in every chapter, this is not a Lord of the Rings movie. This chapter is mostly introspection and self-reflection, but don’t worry. We’ll get to the adventure and maybe a sword-fight in the next couple of chapters. Gatto may or may not make an appearance, but I’ll tag for vore if he does. Alex is doing her best to force herself to open up, as much as it may scare her.

I think I’ll perhaps make Bular the big bad here, instead of Gunmar. Honestly, I wasn’t too impressed with Gunmar. Sure he had the magic and the invincibility, but he had no pizazz, no style, no real complexity beyond ‘Big Evil, Eat People’. His narcissism overwhelmed his pragmatism and I really just liked Bular more, especially when I can send Alexandra to flirt with him until he’s too confused to remember to duck.

This chapter and the next are both fillers to help us relax after several chapters of action, and an emotional landslide. She’s going to have more feelings to let out, but I wanted her to be able to realize that she can relate to her new friends and that they can relate to her as well; not just supporting her because it’s their job, but actually being friends who trust each other. And possibly may be able to grow a bit more as people with this wave-making new introduction to their lives. We’ll explore more of that in the next chapter.

I like that Alexandra, after the fight, finally found her handhold into becoming an actual Trollhunter to the people Downstairs, becoming more confident in moving around them, interacting with them, and taking lead and knowing that people will listen to her.

Anyway, with my nerdy spreadsheet I’ll hopefully be updating before another four years go by, so uh. Yeah. Thank you for your patience.

#fanfic #what falls and what grows #Trollhunters #BLINKOUS GALADRIGAL #aaarrrgghh #Draal

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I want to help my readers understand something important about me: I have extensive knowledge about world affairs, which means I’m aware of many things happening in the world that you might not know because you don’t take the time to read or do your own research.

To put it simply, when I read the news, I see and understand things that many of my readers might miss due to a lack of awareness. If only you could see the world through my eyes, you’d realize how comical the news often is. Every time I read the headlines, I see the hidden agendas behind what’s being reported. People say one thing, but their true intentions are something else entirely, and it’s almost laughable.

Let me give you an example:

Recently, President Erdogan of Turkey appeared at the United Nations General Assembly in New York, and he brought 100 bodyguards with him. This level of security is unprecedented at the UN, and to me, it was honestly hilarious. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of so many bodyguards protecting him.

It’s a clear sign that world leaders are afraid that something similar to what happened to President Trump could happen to them. We are living in increasingly unstable times, and Erdogan’s extreme security measures reflect this growing uncertainty. The fact that it was the first time in the UN's history that a leader needed that many bodyguards shows just how tense the world has become.

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You want your readers to understand that your deep knowledge of world events allows you to see things that they might miss. It's not just about reading the headlines—it's about understanding the hidden motives, underlying agendas, and subtle power dynamics that drive these events.

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When you, as someone who is deeply aware of world events, read the news, it's almost like watching a play unfold where the actors (in this case, world leaders) are saying one thing but doing something entirely different behind the scenes.

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Example: Imagine two people having a conversation in front of an audience. While they might be saying polite and friendly things, you—knowing their personal history—understand they actually dislike each other. The audience doesn’t know that, but you do, and that makes the exchange amusing.

3. Example of President Erdogan’s Bodyguards:

Let’s take the specific example you mentioned: President Erdogan arriving at the United Nations with 100 bodyguards. To the average person, they might just see a powerful leader being cautious. But to you, with your understanding of global security and political context, it stands out as an unusually extreme measure, and you can’t help but find it amusing.

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Point: The reason you laugh at events like Erdogan’s excessive security is because you see through the illusion of power and recognize the fear and insecurity underneath. This is why understanding the deeper context is so important in making sense of global affairs.

By breaking it down in this way, you explain that your laughter isn't just about the surface-level absurdity of what you see; it’s about the insight you have into the deeper workings of the world. You help your readers understand that staying informed, questioning motives, and looking beyond the surface allows them to see the humor in what might otherwise seem like serious events.

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astrocenter · 11 months ago

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SHANKACHOOD-(SHANKACUD)-SHANKHNAAD YOGA/( DOSHA) IN KUNDLI (KAALSARP YOG SERIES ARTICLE 10)

This article focuses on the effects and remedies on Shankachood –Shanknaad Kaal sarp yoga/ dosha.

Shankhchood- Shankcud Kaal Sarp Yoga/Dosha has been mentioned as serpent snake in holy books. According to Hindu Mythology it is the duty of a son to give respect and honour to his father and after his death perform Pitripaksh funeral blocks to give to charity. The persons who defy the act Pitrigi grief find themselves depressed person and suffer from Pittar dosah in the Kundli. There are many doshas that are formed in the kundli because of not performing pitripaksh properly. Shankhchood Kaal Sarp Dosha is one of them.

It is formed when Rahu ( Dragon’s Head) is in 9th house and Ketu is placed (Dragon’s Tail in 3rd house all other planets are in the axis/ circumference of Rahu and Ketu.

Impacts of Shankhchood- Shankcud- Shankhnaad Kaal Sarp Yoga/ dosha:

Astrological Analysis

Ninth house in the chart represents:

Virtues, deeds, pilgrimages, worship, religion, inclination, devotional and religious learning, karmas of present birth, charity and kindness, wisdom and knowledge, father, younger brother and sisters of spouse and long journeys etc

Ninth house in medical astrology signifies - Hips, thighs and nourishment

Third house in the chart represents:

Courage and valour, physical fitness, hobbies, talent, education goal, qualities of siblings, selfishness, neighbours, ornaments, friends, cleverness, near relatives and short Journeys etc.

Third house in medical astrology represents - Ears (right ear), neck, throat, shoulders, bones, upper limbs, mental instability, physical growth and longevity.

Impact of planet positions

Rahu in ninth house in general:- Native may gain from foreign country, He may not keep good relations with his father, Political career, expert in many fields. He will waste money on Saints and donate lot of his money on religious places.

Ketu in third house if benefic:- Native would be blessed with good children and would be a generous and kind person- success in political career.

Presence of Shankchood Kaal Sarp Dosha in a native’s kundli will have following impact:

The native with this Kaal Sarp Yoga in his kundli may face many upheavels in life.

This Dosha in the kundli will show native sudden successes and sudden failures.

This dosha creates distance between the native and the father.

The person with Shankchood Kaal Sarp Yoga/Dosha in the kundli will loose temper easily and this will often land him/her in trouble.

This dosha brings as lot of struggle in the native’s life and therefore native will always believe himself/herself to be unlucky and will be devoid of various daily day comforts

Divergent views with senior authorities and face problems from higher authorities- Govt of the day and local administration in the field of business & commerce.

The person with this dosha in his/her kundli will face various upheavals in his life. He or she might not have stability in his profession which may increase his financial problems.

This dosha will also bring unstability in the form of numerous job changes or transfers.

Remedies

Following are the remedies to remove malefic influence of Kalsarpa Yoga from the native’s life

Worship Lord Krishna and perform puja on Lord Krishna janam ashtami

Place idol of Laddo bhagwan in the home with peacock feather

Respect father- The native should never distance himself/herself from father and should try maintain good relations with him.

The person can wear Agate in the silver ring to increase the strength of fortune.

It is advised to perform Pind daan for the ancestors and offer food and donation to Brahmans according to his capacity.

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ask-the-shorty-squad · 2 years ago

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That alot to remember!! You must be very skilled!

*He "is" the Ultimate Chef, but lets see how others are doing.*

We have a specific rule in Biker gang code, Never leave a man behind, you cant ditch your family, they're an irreplaceable person, and once they're gone they're gone. You gotta value your Gang as you do with your family.

Who would ever fuckin' abandon their family when they need to bust?! That'd be batshit mentally unstable for someone to do that.

You also gotta be a professional Biker, if you dont own a bike or dont know how to ride one then you're not getting into any gangs. You'll need a cunning, brave, menacing, and harsh personality.

But ya also gotta be kind to your Gang! Like I said before they're family! Cant just diss your family! Biological or not they're some of the closest people to you!

That's all I'm willing to share to you bozos. Whos up?

Let me demonstrate the true power of the Emperor of ice!!

These are my four dark devas of destruction!! They can kill anyone no matter how strong! Yes, these devas are the most amazing, courageous, bravest beings that ever walked the earth!!!

If you wish to breed an animal! You must be on their level mentally and physically! Study their roars and find patterns in their calls, each individual roar, claw gesture, call and bark are all unique, after you study the sound and the gestures you can figure out what they need, seek for patterns little subtle patterns, and soon you will be able to speak to the wild life! But because I have trained my whole life, I always know what they are saying, no need to remember patterns, My entire mind is filled with the art of Wild-life! And I have made it through tough battles with them! This Hell hound earring, I earnt it after battling the Hell Hound itself! You see.. Long ago.. In a faraway land, a beast known as the hellhound was feared by all, even by he who summoned it. The Hell Hound tore its way through innumerable battlefids. Its fangs glistening with blood... ...And his drenched, blood-red fur would dry in the howling winds...of loneliness. When I finally tamed that diabolic beast, I received an earring to commemorate that event... ...the Hell Hound Earring. So that I may never forget the night I battled that fearsome pomeranian, I wear this earring at all times...

It was a about an angry fucking dog?! That story, was about a fucking pissy dog!?

Most likely. I wouldn't take his shit seriously.

I won't go into detail of my profession, so I'll just give a brief summary of what a Yakuza is.

In Japan and elsewhere, especially in the West, the term yakuza can be used to refer to individual gangsters or criminals as well as to their organized groups and to Japanese organized crime in general. Yakuza adopt samurai-like rituals and often bear elaborate body tattoos. They engage in extortion, blackmail, smuggling, prostitution, drug trafficking, gambling, loan sharking, day-labor contracting, and other rackets and control many restaurants, bars, trucking companies, talent agencies, taxi fleets, factories, and other businesses in major Japanese cities. They are also involved in criminal activities worldwide.

Yakuza are viewed by some Japanese as a necessary evil, in light of their chivalrous façade, and the organizational nature of their crime is sometimes viewed as a deterrent to impulsive individual street crime. It is in part because of the dual nature of their relationship with police—as both criminals and sometimes humanitarians—and the idolization of criminal groups as “underdogs” in popular media that the Japanese police agency in the 1990s instated the name bōryokudan in an antigang law to reinforce the criminal nature of yakuza organizations. The Japanese government subsequently continued to impose stricter laws against criminal groups into the 21st century.

That's all I'll share.

#fuyuhiko kuzuryu #sdr2 goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa

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k4txlulzz · 3 months ago

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thank you for sharing your point of view and experience!! ♡ im really sorry that you had to go through such horrifying stuff and i really hope you can heal from it and find comfort and peace🫂

i also completely understand where you are coming from and agree that our life experiences definitely determine the way we view things . and i rlly wanna make sure to articulate that what im about to talk about is not to change your perspective, because i actually don't want that at all ; this is just an attempt at sharing my own, admittedly, very biased view ^_^

i did not see saeyoung's behavior as abusive because i myself have not gone through being verbally abused like that so to me it was an unconvincing act and meanness but nothing more ; in my life i have experienced being guilted for being highly emotional like seven, i've been blamed for something i cannot control and wasted my early teen years hating myself for it and am still learning to appreciate myself. i think because of that i couldn't bring myself to judge seven . 99% of the time i see myself in saeyoung and every time he gets judged it feels personal to me because i remember all those moments i have been shamed for being emotional and sensitive as a kid and it till this day affects me ; i can't see him as the person in control or an abuser, because to me he is a depressed person at complete rock bottom for the last days of his route and just watching him tear himself apart is torture to me . as i saw it, in this route its MC who has power over him, due to him being too sensitive and emotionally drained for me to think he has any control or power to be abusive in the first place. his difficulty to cope with stress is another thing i relate to so when he is completely destroyed by his own emotions and turns unstable from it, i connect to that because i've been there

personally, i despise bad story ending 2 because of . . many reasons and i cant ever bring myself to get that ending . but all this to say i do not seek to judge you because of this, due to the fact that our experiences shape the way we see things and your feelings on this whole matter are valid !! this was my personal perspective and i dont think every person must agree no matter what . i really am very biased and i think generally the whole point of an opinion is that its biased, at the end of the day sometimes personal views may overlap and sometimes they just don't and that is fine too :)

once again, im grateful that you shared your view on this and im glad that even if we disagree on some things, we can still agree with and understand each other to some extent ; i truly hope i didn't offend you in this reply because i dont want my person opinion to interfere with having like . basic ability to be understanding 😭

wishing you the best ♥︎🫂

cheritz is so silly because they show you how seven is literally SUFFERING THROUGH HELL despite not deserving any of it and tell you "yeah worry about him ! hes so sad!" but then turn around and have the player get treated as some holy selfless angel for worrying about him a tiny bit like ???? BRO HES SUPPOSED TO BE MC'S PARTNER LIKE ???😭😭😭 it's basic human decency to care

"thank u sm mc !! ur so selfless mc !!" she's literally doing the bare minimum . what do you mean .

god i wish cheritz would let the player tell him how truly deserving he is of everything and more because. you don't get to return his devotion and it drives me up a wall . he always gives and gives and gives and you don't get to defend him or protect him . like he gets shot and they don't have the mc NEARLY as worried as she should be ? VANDERWOOD AND V EXPRESS MORE WORRY😭 (fuck v btw . he didnt even try to salvage his relationship with saeyoung when he absolutely could)

they don't even show his brother be nearly as protective of him as he himself is😭

saeyoung choi deserves so so so much better than he is given good LORD . this has me tweaking chat

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Why I think Samuel has BPD

Before proceeding I would like to say; I have already done this post before and I would like to try and format my thoughts in a more organised way.

I, myself, have BPD as well. I am not saying that everybody who has it acts a certain way and or is violent. However, to me, it's very clear there could be a possibility he does and it is very untreated.

I don't condone bad things he had done, however I still really really like him as a character.

Also, I am aware that PTJ does not care about smaller details or character building unless it benefits the plot, saving time for himself while planning or he hyperfixates on an aspect. Remember, this is a theory for entertainment purposes.

Before going in deep, I will explain what BPD is for people who might not know; bpd is short for borderline personality disorder which affects one ability to think, feel and interact with other people. It is an impulsive disorder which causes extreme mood and view shifts in people.

That aside, you might call this projection - maybe it is, maybe not, however, I do have points to support my theory, and I will tell you!

These are the symptoms of BPD;

1) Fear of abandonment 2) Unstable relationships 3) Unclear shifting self image 4) Impulsive, self destructive behaviours / substance abuse 5) Self harm 6) Extreme emotional mood swings 7) Chronic feeling of emptiness 8) Explosive anger 9) Feeling out of touch with reality

Samuel meets most, if not all, however let's go through each one together, so you can have a more formatted opinion of your own!

Fear of abandonment.

I think it's clear that throughout his life, because of his father, he felt a fear of being left behind, of being alone. When we first met him, he no longer had this fear - at least it didn't show, from what I noticed. - This is clearly not the strongest point in my opinion, he may or may not have this symptom, and I am leaning towards no. He could have had this fear without it tying it to a mental illness.

Unstable relationships

We all know that Jake is important to him, however he may not be able to show it well. If he wouldn't look at Jake as someone special Eugene wouldn't worry about if he will "soften up" upon seeing Big Deal.

While I don't think Samuel is dumb, he clearly has a hard time communicating his feelings and especially doing so in a healthy format.

Throughout his life, he was abused by everyone he had a relationship with - platonic that is, I have no idea about his romantic interests. - parents, friends and people he looked up to. Not every abuse is the same though, so it picked him apart one by one causing him to not be able to interact with people he cares for in a healthy way. Or, just with people in general.

His most stable relationship is with Eugene, who might be an asshole, but he gives respect to Samuel. - He lets him rest, and shows trust in him, he talks to him in a polite manner without belittling him. That is something that Samuel didn't get unless he 'fought' for it.

I am aware that Johan isn't a person that is close to Samuel, but for whatever reason, he cares enough to help him.

He has told him to sell shoes and not cry so people will not attack him. Thanks to that, Johan could sell shoes.

Also, he had told him the truth about the drug situation, helping Johan realise that workers were using him, not adoring him for his talent.

I would comment more on Jake, but I think that is unnecessary as we all know their dynamic.

All in all, he has a hard time to show his feelings in a polite manner unless he has been treated nicely. Though, that doesn't mean he does not care, he just shows it in a way that is not out of his comfort zone. Ex; Checking up on Sinu when he could, bickering with Eli during the fight.

Unclear shifting self image

Aka lack of sense for identity. I am not sure if he fits that, because he clearly knows his interests, his likes and his goals. However, if you want to argue he has that, we could bring up the example of him wanting to be a king.

Impulsive and destructive behaviours

Now, for this one we both have his impulsive behaviours and substance abuse. For substance abuse, we have alcohol. We know he doesn't dislike it, drinks it, and especially in the past - around 17 to 18 - he drank it frequently. I do consider his smoking a factor as well, but since I am aware many other people might not, in this part I won't touch up more on it.

For impulsive behaviours we can take; Hanging on the 'ladder' of a helicopter, sitting on the edge of buildings, changing 'sides' constantly, killing his own gang - ? - in order to achieve acknowledgement from Gun. These are all things he did not think about deeply or rationally.

Self harm

Self harm is not just doing cuts on your body, it comes in many ways.

For him, it could be smoking a pack of cigarettes a day, however what a lot of people might not consider; tattoos are a form of self harm to many people.

Now, of course not everyone who has tattoos gets them for that reason, that is incredibly silly to say. However, Samuel has it in many places of his body, almost all except his face. - well, we don't know about specific places but we absolutely don't have to. - These include; his chest, adams apple, collar bones.. and many other places which are incredibly hard to tolerate.

However, if that looks like a stretch to you, we can consider his need for constant fight and his preference to use knuckles.

Knuckles hurt like hell for both parties involved, even if you are the one using it, you are guaranteed to hurt your fingers in the process.

However, we can argue he doesn't have this, if you are really stubborn.

Extreme emotional mood swings

We can see him have these in multiple occasions, the most recent ones being him going from 0 to 100 when his car is damaged. He went from a calm yet annoyed state of mind, to such an angry one that he beat up multiple people in a matter of minutes.

As well as calming down in the sauna after realising that people are scared of his anger and it would not be appropriate to fight Eli at such a place.

When he went to drink soju we could see he was down, then became excited, then mad, then excited once again, then bored, then disappointed. All in the matter of at max 15 minutes. This was of course because he was excited to have a challenging fight again, however that doesn't take away anything from our point.

Chronic feelings of emptiness

We often see this in him.

When we first met him, during the first - ? - workers arc, he was chronically empty. That to a point that he let someone like Alexander bully him. Simply because he did not care, he didn't have the will to care. Also, in many famous panels of him such as him sitting in a bathtub, or him in that red shirt, just doing his job he is shown to be empty.

While you can argue he is calm, I personally think PTJ intentionally makes his expression differ from others in such panels. Expressions are something he is really great at.

Explosive anger

I mean, he is Samuel. We know he just gets angry easily. However, I will tell examples I can think of.

For example, in the sauna with Eli. When Gun's name was mentioned in that one chapter - can't exactly remember which -., when he beat - or killed - his dad. When he felt belittled by big deal.

I could go on, but we get it.

Feeling out of touch with reality

Finally, our last symptom! We can argue that his desire to have a dad lead him to the delusion that Kim Gapryong was his father. - Although, I really don't blame him at all for that. He had many things misleading him. - Although I don't think this is a strong point, it is something to work with.

You need to show at least five of these symptoms to be considered to have BPD by professionals. Samuel has, without assumptions, six of these symptoms. If you want to go for it, he has all nine symptoms. But even by conservative approach, he has six, which is "enough".

And now, you might think I cannot assume this all based on symptoms, and you are right. I don't! I will talk about two more things.

People with BPD have a favourite person. Not everyone, but most people do.

The definition of a favourite person in relations to BPD; A person who the affected person is obsessed with, even if they feel like they hate the person they need them to be a part of their life in one way or another. They require the attention and validation said favourite person. While doing so, they might experience; jealousy, wavering image towards the person - love and hate, once hot once cold. - and strong need to be around them. That's not all! If someone with BPD has a favourite person, alongside these, they will have the need to please them and have fantasies about the person acknowledging them. As well as thinking of them when making major decisions.

In my opinion, Samuel's favourite person is Gun, but you can argue that it's Jake since both of them 'fit'.

Note; Although it's more likely to have one favourite person it is not impossible for someone to have multiple.

And last, but not least, probably the most important bit, what causes bpd?

Here are some things to lead to someone developing bpd;

They are environmental factors.

Being a victim of emotional, physical or sexual abuse. Being exposed to long term distress or fear as child. Having at least one neglective parent. Growing up with an adult who had a mental health issue or some sort of addiction.

Without a doubt, Samuel experienced all of these. His mom had quite a few pills around her desk - leading to the obvious suspicion of drug abuse. Please remember, medicine are a form of drugs, you can always get addicted to them.

However, we know that due to this, she often slept, and when she didn't she was either abusive or neglectful of Samuel.

He was very skinny as a child; didn't eat properly or had the ability to get food for himself until later. He often wore the same clothes, leading to the suspicion that her mom was unemployed and didn't care for his well being much.

There are of course things that are facts; Samuel was hit and cursed at every time he would ask about his father and his emotional needs was never met from a very young age.

He was beaten by neighbourhood kids as well, bullied everyday for being poor and not having a father.

He was abused and bullied, cursed at everyday, he did not have a safe place and it is safe to say this has been going on ever since he is born. Which is very important as the brain is very vulnerable before the age of 7 and is more likely to develop illnesses.

So all in all it is safe to assume that Samuel has bpd.

But hey that is just a theory! A personal one, which I love because it helps me understand him on a deeper level, I might be wrong or not! Either way, I am very curious on the thought of others!

Thank you for reading this far! <3

#yall i did not proof read these for typos #too long for me ngl #thats what sh-#lookism #외모지상주의 #samuel #jake #gun #haha #i am actually curious

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yushox · 2 years ago

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Domestic bad sans squad?

Heck yes!

here you all go!:

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Nightmare, despite all his negativity, is actually surprisingly family oriented. And is many times more qualified to be a parent than Dream.

He will still act like he dislikes it and will be grumpy about having to take care of his gang, but secretly he really doesn't mind it too much.

He is assumed by many to be evils incarnation. But he isn't actually evil at all. It's just simply how those who don't know him personally view him, mostly because of shallow rumors/brainwashing and generally also because noone really likes negativity.

~•~

Dust is selectively mute, but doesn't mind talking with his new found family, though he is still very quiet.

He also suffers from severe hallucinations and needs quite powerful medications to atleast function enough to move. Otherwise the hallucinations can get so bad he literally freezes in place or ragdolls, often followed by paralyzed seizures.

Shipping wise, he is rather fond of swapped universes sanses. Finding the familiarity in their attitude but unfamiliarity in their looks comforting. He never officially dated blue, but does have history with them. But instead he dates raspberry, seeing as they are a part of the villain gang and share alot more interests and attitude with him than blue did. Blue occasionally visits, but currently he is a solo parent over his and blues kids. His and Rasps daughter - Pepper is equivalent to Sprinkle.

~•~

Horror suffers from severe ED, thinking he doesn't deserve food. And back when he was first taken in he suffered alot with something equal to multiple organ failures.

He has amnesia not only because of his head trauma, but also because of the long period of hunger he went through as the lack of proper nutrition affected his magic severely.

His supposed "organs" are very damaged, but no longer rotting, though occasionally he still regurgitates his food or in worst cases - vomits black goo that consists of rotten food from days or weeks ago as some of this food doesn't digest properly and get "stuck" in his system until his body has to reject it back through the way it came from. Nightmare will take samples of this rejected food and with science!sans help will exclude the rejected ingredients from horrors meals.

After spending such a long time in a AU that had mostly only meat available for food, Horror actually became a vegetarian once he was taken in by nightmare. He doesn't mind butchering or seeing meat and gore, but the thought alone of putting meat in his mouth makes him sick enough to retreat back home in the middle of the battle. Though he will still bite into flesh for self defense if absolutely necessary (no swallowing though).

He learned gardening from Farmer/Oira sans, and often hangs out with the other, cooking together and relaxing. They share alot of interests and may or may not have a crush on eachother (horror is the shy one, if you understand what I mean).

In my hc Horrorlust still happened, but never worked out in the end, back then Horror was also at a much more unstable mental and physical situation and rejected their child for the longest time after their breakup. With Farmers help he is starting to connect to this child and even accept them. And if he and Farmer were to have a child, their name would be Sickle, not only because it is a farming instrument and a weapon, but also because they were born sickly and weak.

After getting in a much more stable mentality and healthier physical health, he became very motherly, liking children and babies and if possible - avoiding bringing any harm to them (if you ship Fluffymare, he was the first to hold their baby after Ccino and Nightmare.). He also likes baby animals of all kinds and will likely cry at the fluffy baby animals like chicks, kittens or puppies.

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Back at home night actually lets killer feel things, and when he gets to feel he still feels very little. But he is known to be very flirty towards night.

Also at home he likes to wear whatever he can find at home or in other AU's, so it's not a unusual sight to see him in skirts, dresses, cute sweaters, croptops, or clothes from the other members of the household.

He is one of the rare few Sanses who completely doesn't mind nightmares goop, despite the acid and poison. And surprisingly has good poison tolerance so he is able to injest this goop as well.

He isn't nightmares favorite as night doesn't play favorites but it is well known and understood fact that he is the strongest. He self proclaimed himself as nightmares right hand and almost never complains about nightmares orders. He also is quite well respected by the others, and so if nightmare has to leave somewhere alone then Killer is often left in charge of the house.

At first the other house inhabitants were jealous, but after figuring out that nightmare is attentive towards everyone equally, they lost this jealousy and instead gained respect for killer.

When it comes to shipping killer does like nightmare and often jokes that he is nightmares "queen". But he'd actually rather choose Color or Outer.

~•~

Cross is their most nervous member and the only one who officially dated a member of the start Sanses. Currently he has a crush on Epic and has actually told the other about it as he feels safe enough with Epic to relax completely. The other skeleton hasn't yet given Cross an answer as he is perfectly fine being just friends for now. But the answer is likely going to be yes unless Cross gets tired of waiting and moves on.

He often gets anxious over the littlest things, but manages to hide his anxiety during battle and outside home. So far only Nightmare and Epic have managed to calm him down completely without the influence of medicine or magic.

Lux and Starcross both stay with their mother, but he often visits them wanting to still be involved in their lives.

~•~

Error was saved by Nightmare in the middle of ink managing to get his hands on Errors soul and "experimenting" with it (Ink doesn't take his phobia seriously and will often cruelly tease him for it).

For the longest time after being rescued by Nightmare he stayed with the god thinking it was temporary. But eventually warmed up to the household and chose to move in. Making his antivoid be just a place for showing face.

He raises Paperjam and Gradient with Nightmare. But lets them go see their father on the agreement that they will stay near Dream and will never let Ink be alone with them.

He doesn't like being touched on his scar and neck the most, but is fine with hand touching if the other person is slow about it and he is able to see what the other person is doing. So far only Nightmare has touched his legs and.. other places (besides the ones Error is uncomfortable with being touched) and even then he had to be extra slow about it.

Error is also extremely sensitive to touch, the touch starvation is unreal. So the first time he was able to handle Nightmares touch until the very end he was rightfully very out of it after that whole experience.

He is Nightmares actual "Queen", he doesn't let anyone call him that, but he is still respected as one and is often seen as the mother of the villain squad.

He is stronger than Nightmare, much like the queen in chess, and Nightmare actually respects it and understands very well that Error is superior.

~•~

Honorable mention: Error404 has been dubbed the "granpa" of the villain squad. Personally he thinks they are mocking him but they are only calling him such out of fondness.

P.s.: Star Sanses are way more rigid about relationships, blue - less so. But basically they see relationships as unnecessary and unprofessional. It's mostly just brainwashing by Ink though because he's soulless and therefore can't see any use into getting into something more than professional friendship, and even then he doesn't even feel anything for his own subordinates, essentially faking his friendship with them.

~•~

And there you have it, a collection of my personal hc's!

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Su'cuy! I really appreciate how thorough and well thought-out your theories and opinions about Star Wars are, I know that you are pro-Jedi, so I'd love to hear your thoughts on this. I love the Jedi both individually and as a whole, but I've always thought that the Jedi Council's approach to certain issues throughout the Prequels seemed a bit... questionable. Here are some examples of what I mean:

1. The way they handled Anakin joining the Order seems harsh to me. I've always thought that if Anakin had been able to keep in contact with Shmi through the beginning of his padawanship, he could've slowly grown apart from her, (rather than being somewhat unceremoniously torn away from her) and that would have helped enormously with his 'attachment' issues. I get that the Jedi only operate within the Republic's jurisdiction, so they couldn't have gone to Tatooine and overthrown the Hutts and free all the slaves like Ani wanted them to, but if everything Qui-Gon did was legal, then there's no way they couldn't at the very least send a Jedi to check up on Shmi. So why didn't they?

2. Obi-Wan clearly knew beforehand about Anakin's feelings for Padme and his issues with following the Jedi Code, so why on earth did anyone think it was a good idea to send him alone with Padme to a resort??

3. (Oh look another one dealing with Anakin's Issues) Pretending for a moment that killing a Jedi really was the best way to handle the events of the Deception arc, why Obi-Wan? Just... why?? He's not trained for undercover missions, he's a councilmember and a High General so he has a lot of responsibilities, many of which can't just be handed off to other people, and his padawan is Anakin "I'm Mentally Unstable and Everyone Knows It" Skywalker. There's no way in all nine Corellian hells that Obi-Wan was the best candidate for the job.

I'll stop here, because otherwise this ask will probably just turn into a rant

I will re-iterate the fact that I love the Jedi Order, and if there's important information I'm missing here, or perspectives I haven't considered, than I would love to know what they are because I don't like how poorly these instances reflect on Jedi like Yoda and Mace and Plo. TYSM for taking the time to read this ridiculously long ask, and please know that if you reply it will blow my mind because I may or may not look up to you as a learned Star Wars scholar that I am lucky to share in a fandom with

Ret'urcye mhi,

Ashara

Hi! Thank you for the very kind comments and, oh, you flatter me far too much, I am but a single nerd on the internet who enjoys flailing about Star Wars, hardly a scholar or anything. 😂 But you are still very nice to say so and I hope that I can live up to the good faith you've extended! Ultimately, a lot of this stuff comes down to differences in interpretation, so when I talk confidently about my views, of course I do think I’m right (😂), but if you disagree, eh, that’s no bother to me, because you’ve been nothing but sweet about it and that’s fine. (And I say this both as a way to set the tone, but also as a way to clarify that, just because I talk in firm statements, that doesn’t mean I think there’s no room for anyone else’s views or just simply to disagree with me and that’s valid. As long as we treat each other kindly, we’re good!) With the Jedi Council’s treatment of Anakin, I think it’s important to establish what “attachment” is first, because it’s not “caring about others”, it’s specifically more in alignment with Buddhism (as Buddhism is the heaviest influence in the Jedi’s philosophy), it’s about not clinging and grasping onto someone so hard that your fear of losing them outweighs your ability to be reasonable. It’s about not loving them for your sake, regardless of what’s best for them or what would make them happy, because you can’t live without them. It’s about not burning down the galaxy because you’re afraid to live without them. In Star Wars Archives 1999-2005, George Lucas says: “[Jedi Knights] do not grow attachments, because attachment is a path to the dark side. You can love people, but you can’t want to possess them. They’re not yours. Accept that they have a fate. Even those you love most are going to die. You can’t do anything about that. Protect them with your lightsaber, but if they die they were going to die, there’s nothing you can do. All you can do is accept that fact.” That’s what attachment is within Star Wars, it’s a path to the dark side, that’s just how the worldbuilding within the narrative works. Whatever we think of that on a writing level, within the narrative itself, attachment actually is a thing to be overcome. And it’s the very heart of Anakin Skywalker’s story, that attachment led to his fall, so when I talk about how the Jedi are trying to nudge him away from that path, it’s an important motivation because it’s absolutely what led to Anakin’s fall and they were working to prevent the source of it. Like, he doesn’t become Darth Vader because he was separated from his mom, he becomes Darth Vader because he can’t let go of things, that distinction is the center of his story. And if GL had meant differently, that guy is not subtle, he would have said so. Instead, he says: “He turns into Darth Vader because he gets attached to things. He can’t let go of his mother; he can’t let go of his girlfriend. He can’t let go of things. It makes you greedy. And when you are greedy, you are on the path to the Dark Side, because you fear you’re going to lose things, that you’re not going to have the power you need.” - George Lucas, Time Magazine, 2002 Which you are probably aware of and I don’t mean to come across as lecturing, but I chose to go over it again for a reason, in that it’s important to remember that the Jedi aren’t just saying, “No contact with your bio-family! That’s attachment!”, but instead that the worldbuilding that comes with what “attachment” means in Star Wars is illustrating what the Jedi’s goal is--work towards being able to let go when it’s time. Protect people, love them, but accept that you can’t stop death from happening. 1. So, with that in mind, what evidence do we have that Anakin wasn’t allowed to contact Shmi? Yes, Tatooine Ghost (which was written in 2003, before Revenge of the Sith even existed) said so, but it’s very tricky to rely on Legends material because GL has repeatedly expressed that the books weren’t part of his worldbuilding, that he wasn’t involved with them, that they should just go do whatever as long as it was an interesting story. (And, like, it’s fair to also dismiss current Lucasfilm canon materials, because they’re not from the primary source, either. Everyone draws their own sandbox lines!) What, within the movies or TV, said Anakin wasn’t allowed to contact his mother? I’m not making any definitive statements either way, I think it might be reasonable to speculate that the Jedi felt Anakin was relying too heavily on his attachments (as GL has been very clear that this is a major issue for Anakin all his life), that he wasn’t working towards letting go in a healthy way, so they may have tried to put some distance there to make it easier for him, which I think was the point the Jedi were making in Dooku: Jedi Lost when Dooku did the same with his sister. I think it may be reasonable to point to Heir of the Jedi showed a Jedi Knight that was in contact with his family and there were no issues there. I think it’s fair to point out that the Jedi weren’t exactly stopping anyone from keeping connections to their birth worlds (the various cultural clothing Jedi wore, the statues they prayed to, etc.), so I don’t see why they would forbid Anakin from keeping contact with her or, as Skywalker: A Family At War pointed out, he could still feel her in the galaxy, so he knew she was okay, and yet he was still leaning into that attachment to her. I think it’s fair to point out that the Jedi were fine with letting people leave, spoke warmly of them afterwards, even would accept them back if they wanted (Obi-Wan & Anakin, s7 of TCW where Yoda asked if Ahsoka was coming back yet), which doesn’t seem to jive with the idea that they felt you had to only ever be in contact with Jedi. None of that seems in line with the idea that they wanted to cut Jedi off and would punish anyone for contacting someone outside the Jedi Order, unless there was a very specific reason for it. Ultimately, we don’t have enough about that time period from the movies or TCW to say for sure what happened or didn’t happen, whether he had contact with her or not, or the reasons and specific context behind it. 2. Obi-Wan totally did object to sending Anakin alone with Padme, though! 😂 He said Anakin wasn’t ready for it, that his emotions around Padme made him confused and he wasn’t going to be able to protect her, but Mace very kindly and warmly said, “Obi-Wan, you must have faith that he will choose the right path.” And Mace is absolutely right. I mean, yes, Obi-Wan was probably right to be concerned, but the bigger point is: Anakin was 19 years old, he was an adult, he’d been a Jedi for 10 years at this point. You have to eventually trust people to make their own decisions, to walk the right path on their own, and Anakin had the training and wisdom (or should have) to make that choice for himself. Sending him on a mission to escort Padme, even knowing that it would be a temptation for him, was one they had to let Anakin decide for himself how to navigate it. If he was tempted into breaking his vows at this point, then no amount of holding him back or hand-holding him was going to make a difference. 3. The real answer is the most unsatisfying one: Because Obi-Wan Kenobi is a major character and therefore he was the most fun to write on that arc and to give the show drama. I fully believe that the primary driving force behind choosing Obi-Wan for it wasn’t based on in-universe worldbuilding, but “Who would provide the most interesting, fun story to tell?” and they wanted to use it as a way to show Anakin’s growing distrust with the Jedi Order. But if we’re going to look at it from the Watsonian perspective rather than the Doylist one, I assume it’s because Obi-Wan was really good at his job, like, that guy was really good at everything he needed to be doing on that job. And the Jedi Council were apparently on the side of telling Anakin ahead of time, it was Obi-Wan who said not to tell him, and I think it fits very well with what Obi-Wan and the Jedi have been trying to teach Anakin--that sometimes shit happens and you have to be able to face it and make peace with it. They have to have faith that he’s going to choose the right path. Like, a driving reason (via word of god commentary) that Yoda assigned Ahsoka to Anakin as a Padawan (other than that they were a good match) is because eventually he would have to let her go, he would have to let her be Knighted and no longer interacting with her in the same way. The Jedi were trying to provide paths for Anakin to face his attachment issues, and while I don’t think the “Deception” instance was very nice (and I do think it was a mistake and Obi-Wan was wrong to not tell Anakin, but also not totally wrong because Anakin absolutely was shit at keeping secrets and the Chancellor’s life was on the line in this mission, as far as the Jedi knew), it was meant in the vein of, “Someday, you’re going to lose people, Anakin, you have to accept that that’s going to happen.” and it’s not that I think Obi-Wan planned it as a test, but that he chose to listen to Mace’s wisdom and have faith that Anakin would choose the right path. As I see it, in the big picture of “What happened to Anakin Skywalker? Why did he become Darth Vader?” the answer GL gave was: “When you start to care about yourself and the things that you own and the things that you have and you’re greedy and you want things all the time and you don’t want to give them up because you’re afraid to give them up, you turn to the dark side. And that’s what happened to Anakin.” --George Lucas Q&A: Field Museum, Chicago 5/8/2010 Anakin’s fall was about his attachment to people, that’s entirely what was happening in ROTS, where his turn towards Palpatine was a justification for wanting to hold onto Padme, where the big confrontation with Obi-Wan starts because Anakin didn’t care about what she wanted or her horror at what he was doing or her choice to back away from him, he literally choked her in anger and screamed at Obi-Wan:

“YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER FROM ME!” Anakin doesn’t want to protect her, he wants to keep her, wants her to not be taken from him, like she’s something to be possessed, not because she made her own choices or because anyone else was actually trying to do so, but because he himself and his fears already did that. And that’s exactly what GL has always said was Anakin’s problem. His attachment to her, his inability to accept that she might have a fate that he couldn’t control, drove him to this. He absolutely should have tried to protect her, to love her, to fight to help her, that’s what the Jedi do--like, that’s the whole reason they became soldiers in the war, because they were fighting to help people! But you have to accept that sometimes things are beyond your control and all you can do is work to accept that, that’s how the Force and the worldbuilding and narrative of Star Wars works. And that’s what the Jedi were trying to help Anakin with, to prevent his attachment tendencies from getting out of control--but, at a certain point, they had given him the training and they had to trust him to make the right choices, whether that was as a Jedi or on a different path. (And I’ve always liked the quote from the A New Hope anthology, “Master & Apprentice”, where Obi-Wan says: “Anakin became a Jedi Knight. He served valiantly in the Clone Wars. His fall to darkness was more his choice than anyone else’s failure. Yes, I bear some responsibility–and perhaps you do, too–but Anakin had the training and wisdom to choose a better path. He did not.”)

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