#how people tend to agree with everything someone else says but the moment I do it it’s heinous

[kavehayati]

Lord give me energy today eueueue

[redr0sewrites]

HEAR ME OUT

roasting marshmallows during the winter and making s'mores with Touya

-B3an

🕯️ A/n: this is the seventh fic i've written for touyas bday oh em gee

🕯️ Cw: none just fluff ! postwar!au where the league all still hang out + were rehabbed

🕯️ top dividers/bottom divider

"slide over you freak," you grumble, shoving Touya's side playfully as you sit down beside him on the cramped bench.

"don't touch me," he grunts, focusing intently on the fire pit in front of you both. the league had decided to host a small celebration for Dabi's- now Touya's- birthday, but everyone else had already gone inside, shying away from the cold. all that was left was you, Touya, a half empty bag of marshmallows, a bar of chocolate, a box of graham crackers, and the flames that were already beginning to sputter and die out.

shivering slightly, you lean into Touyas side, allowing yourself to indulge in his warmth. your hands were sticky from your previous smores, and you wipe them on his coat playfully while he scowls in feigned disgust, yet the look in his eyes holds only adoration. the past year had been rough, full of turmoil and readjustment, but Touya had remained a constant in your life despite all the hardships you and your friends had to overcome. if someone had told you back during your time in the LoV that you had not only been "redeemed" and gone through the rehabilitation system, but also were in a possibly-seen-as-romantic-but-still-undefined relationship with Dabi, of all people, you would have laughed. but now, all of that and more had occurred, and you and the rest of the league were slowly but surely stepping back into society. it was... strange, to say the least, but also.. comforting.

"hey," Touya's rough voice causes you to turn towards him, snapping you from your train of thought. "i lost ya there for a sec. what're you thinking about in that pretty head of yours'?"

you avoid his gaze, yet uou can still feel his cerulean eyes bearing into you. the crackling fire is comforting, and you set your focus on that as you begin to speak.

"just.. thinking about how different everything is. and.. im happy. happy to be here with you i guess."

Touya is quiet for a moment, pondering your words and staring at you as though you hung the moon and stars in his sky. after a while he takes a deep breath, and mindlessly reaches into the bag of marshmallows beside him, and begins to roast it without paying much mind.

"i can agree with you there. 'never thought i'd walk free again, in all honesty. yet here we are! defying the odds!" he exclaims, filled with almost childlike wonder. the flames crackle as though inspired by his sudden burst of energy, and the marshmallow he was roasting hisses as it burns. Touya assembles his smore with the precision of a surgeon, characteristically meticulous about the ratio of chocolate, graham cracker, and marshmallow.

through the past few years, you've noticed many charming things about Touya, but one of the most endearing to you is that, when he's focused, he tends to stick his tongue out of his mouth ever so slightly in a small "blip" manner, and while he claims that's untrue, you know it isn't, because he's doing it right now.

fluffy white hair blowing in the wind, sticky smore stained fingertips, and a nose scrunched in concentration- in your eyes, he's never looked more beautiful, and more yours. Touya turns to you, opening his mouth to say something, but before he even gets the chance to speak you grab his face with both hands and tug him in to a passionate kiss.

he freezes for a second, then melts into your touch, his lips practically molding against yours as his white lashes flutter. his lips are sweet, and if you focus, you can taste each sugary component of the marshmallow he just ate on his skin. he hums softly as you deepen the kiss, gripping the small, fluffy hairs at the base of his neck with one hand and cupping his cheek with the other as you devour him. when you break away, your both flushed and panting, and you can't stop the words that tumble out through your lips.

"i think im in love with you," you blurt, cheeks hot and eyes shining. Touya blinks, clearly taken aback. in the past year, you're relationship has always bordered on the lines of romantic, and yet you'd never crossed that line, never daring to say the l word- and yet here you were, saying it so openly and easily as though loving him is the most natural thing you've ever done.

"you don't have to say it back, i don't want to pressure you or, or anything, it's not like we're together, i don't even-" you ramble, nerves overtaking you as Touya's stare bears into you. he's quiet for a few moments, and then all of a sudden, he pulls you into another kiss, this one much more emotional and frenzied than the last. you swoon, letting him take the lead as his two-toned lips engulf your own.

this time, you pull away sooner, a thin trail of spit connecting your lips and Touya's warm hands still tenderly cupping your face. he glances down at your lips before returning your gaze, eyes shiny and vulnerable.

"i think.. i think i can love you too," he whispers, voice more open and scared than you've ever heard it before. "but i don't think i'd be good at it." he admits this like its a confession, and your heart beats faster at his words.

"don't worry," you rasp, leaning in to press your forehead to his. "i'll be good enough at it for the both of us." it's quiet now, save for the faint sound of the fire hissing and dying, yet another observation blooms in your mind.

"one more thing," you mumble, pulling away and placing your hands on his shoulders while staring at Touya very, very seriously.

"yeah?" he rasps, looking uncharacteristically nervous. its cute.

"your face is covered in chocolate," you admit, and he scowls.

"you scared me, holy shit, i thought it was something serious!" he grouches, and you giggle, slumping in closer to him until your head rests against his chest. Touya wraps his arms around you as though its second nature, letting out a content sigh as he does so. the fire in front of you finally dies out with one last persistent crackle, leaving you in darkness only illuminated by the night sky. above you, the stars are winking as though telling you everything will be okay.

🕯️final A/n: MY BABY MY BABYYYYYY :( unironically this may be my favorite touya piece ive ever written HELLOO

[tonguetiedraven]

confession: i feel guilty liking your yukio analysis because i am 100% a yukio hater but still agree with nearly every point and that feels almost contradictory.

but anyways, please keep writing cuz you’re stuffs are probably the best in the fandom :)

The series anon is talking about is here, here, and here ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

So here's the thing, you're free to dislike Yukio. He can just really rub you the wrong way and that's fine. You do not have to like a character to acknowledge they're well written, and sometimes being well written is exactly what's so off putting about them. They're too real or too close to someone or something you dislike.

The reason I'm doing this series is because I've noticed a concerning lack of two things with Yukio.

Basic understanding of the plot that is happening in the story. Some of this is on the anime adaptations because woof, the first two seasons made some major goofs that have stuck with us for better or worse, but mostly worse. It did something horrid to every character, and we are living in the ripple (but more like tsunami) of those missteps. The anime painted Yukio a very specific way and unfortunately a lot of people do not realize it was a biased and typically incorrect way. Those that have gone on to read the manga tend to skim or skip those early chapters as well, so they miss a lot of the things that were different and a lot of the smaller moments that were very important for character development.

A willingness to realize that Yukio is more often than not justified in his actions, even if they negatively impact Rin. Yukio is always expected to behave responsibly and always blamed for everything despite being in the younger half of the exwire group and despite being a fifteen year old teacher, full time student, exorcist, tutor, and on some kind of secret assignment from Mephisto and Shirou for half this manga. He has more responsibility than anyone else ans is expected to never misstep. Rin misunderstands him and belittles him almost constantly and yet even when Rin realizes he has made a mistake about Yukio and his own assumptions, readers do not realize they too have made a mistake. Yukio is far smarter than Rin, so unless we're paying close attention, it can be easy to misread his actions because the reasoning behind them flew over Rin's head.

I truly love this manga and the depths it has. How complicated the story is and how nuanced the characters are. How right and wrong get complicated and how connection and isolation play out. I love that these broken characters are messy and make mistakes and try their best and it's hard to say what was right and wrong in that moment. I love how much it feels like there have been generational curses, but that they can be broken and that the sins of the fathers don't have to carry on past the current generation. That we don't have to do this alone and that we can reach out.

I love how often Rin is wrong or misguided or purposefully not looking and doing something that would help him out because he's either avoiding a confrontation or simply too lazy or was quite frankly a bit stupid. I love that he's quick to throw himself in the way of danger and how that ultimately leads him to struggling to listen and that even in hell, he'll still pull himself back together for those that need him.

I love how Shiemi has so much social anxiety but is so earnest and brave and fights through that to be the person everyone knows they can trust and that she'll square up to any impossible odds to help.

I love that Konekomaru is so scared and has lost so damn much to Satan (not just his parents, his entire temple which would mean a fair amount of extended family and friends that were his birth right to have and known) but will strive to be brave for his friends and is so smart.

I love that Renzou is always a mystery except in the way he is there for his best friends when they really need him. That he always has more cards than he's revealing and the only thing you can trust in is that he'll show up in a way you did not anticipate.

I love that Izumo is such a bitch for so much of this manga, and it's with such a damn good reason. That she will push you away and out until you're in, and then she'll be the biggest ride or die friend you've ever had.

I love that Ryuuji is this big and gruff softie who cries more than most people in the manga and who has such a damn big bleeding heart that his response to having a gun pulled on him is being terrified that his friend is in a really bad place and needs help. (And that he might not have noticed and might have failed, and has to make that right.)

And yes, I love that Yukio is complicated and messy and so damn smart it's hard to keep up with. I love that he's such a contrast to Rin and that the snow boy has built himself such an icy wall around his heart because he was so soft and fragile for so much of his life and will not let himself go back there. How he knows Rin will save him and doesn't think he deserves to be saved and is so scared to let himself be weak.

I truly don't mind if people dislike Yukio. He's a character that contradicts Rin a lot and it's easy to dislike that when you really related to Rin. I really only ask that people dislike Yukio accurately. Blue Exorcist is an incredible story and Yukio Okumura is really well written, and they both deserve that closer look and that time be taken to really understand what it's telling and showing us. So much of the Yukio Hater rhetoric undermines that entirely by taking things out of their context, exaggerating, or misremembering things entirely. It harms Rin as well, and so many of the other characters.

So don't feel guilty if you find yourself enjoying my analysis, it's reasonable that you would if you enjoy Blue Exorcist. Most of what I'm doing is rehashing the story out for you. I'm just taking it slower and point out what is happening specifically with Yukio and some of the background stuff it's easy not to notice. I know this story very well (I have spent far too much time reading and rereading and theorizing) and have picked up on a lot of details that help expand on everything going on because Kato gave us so much detail and some of it you don't notice or pick up on until later. (A lot of Shirou and Yukio stuff makes more sense on a reread because we've gotten a lot more of their backstories now.)

Don't feel guilty if you still want to dislike Yukio, though I would ask that you do a bit of self reflection if your guilt is specifically over disliking Yukio. Why is there guilt there? If it's something with feeling that you'll find your dislike is unjustified, you don't have to justify disliking a character, but it might point out that you were disliking a more fandomized version of Yukio than the real one. It's something that happens to a lot of us.

[lemonhemlock]

I think a thing that bothers me the most is how fragmented TG (the fandom) is now. After season one, many of us had issues with character writing, but it still felt like we were largely on the same page. Now, some people can accept Aegon got bad writing but not Aemond, Alicent, or Helaena. They are all “good” or “bad”characters depending on how much they hurt Aegon this season. I’m so glad he got the time to be well rounded, and that TGC delivered on all his scenes, but I think people forget Aegon has received some poor writing as well even this season. His whole outburst about Jaehaerys’s death is not about his son, but the impact on his legacy- I thought this very odd at the time, but realize it’s because they can’t have him mourn Jaehaerys for a long time either. Nobody on TG is allowed to focus on this dead child, least of all his mother! Aegon goes out drinking with his friends next episode 😭 seemingly unconcerned. But somehow only Alicent and Aemond are called out for this, when it is a clear problem that Daemon is more affected by this loss than the greens. It feels like such an uphill battle to even discuss the faction and family anymore.

This is such a good point!

I know I am so contrarian about this rn, but I have had some issues in connecting with Aegon's grief scenes over Jaehaerys this season. And it's such an opinion I DON'T want to have, bc I'm fully on the Aegon/TGC bandwagon and I do think TGC is a competent actor.

But it's something about the general clownery of the framing, how everything is gloomy and dark but at the same time no one gives that much of a shit over Jaehaerys? It's very weird to describe. I know Olivia also shows Alicent crying and swallowing sobs and trying to conceal her grief, but, if you think about it, Alicent is just Kind Of Like That in a lot of her scenes anyway. Big doe wet eyes, filled with regret and unspoken emotions etc so that her acting similarly after B&C kind of doesn't hit as much?

And, in that context, having Aegon rage over this event is rendered kind of.....hammy and, honestly, comical. I'm reminded of the scene of the small council where everyone is somber and quiet and he kind of looks like he's pretending to cry. In other moments it's fine but there are frames where I can't take it seriously and it registers in my brain like a parody.

I realise how I sound right now, like I'm not satisfied with the subdued performances, but I'm not satisfied with the expansive ones either. IDK. I have a huge problem with the framing and direction this season, I think it's a huge impediment in making me enjoy the supposedly emotional scenes.

All of this to say that I agree, Aegon has also received some bad writing this season, especially him ALSO being kind of over Jaehaerys the next episode. But people tend to overlook it, because when you draw the line, the writing for him is still so much better than what he got in S1.

And, yes, this is why I can't really join the choir in blaming Alicent and Aemond for how they act with him, because it's not a naturalistic and organic progression, it's shoehorned in with little buildup or motivation and not even drawn to its natural conclusion. For example, Aemond should have been toast the minute Aegon woke up, because Prince Regent or not, Aegon is still the King and has the power to remove Aemond if he fears him. He doesn't have to justify himself in front of anyone, just give the order to arrest his brother and name someone else as regent, then just go back to sleep.

[mammalsofaction]

SIKE! GET LOVED IDIOT

Rating: G

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz & Perry the Platypus, Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: fix it fic, rewrite the unmentionable chibiverse episode, the destiel-fication of Perryshmirtz, this is an excuse for me showeing Heinz with love and aftercare.

AN: Many thanks to my lovely, sleepy beta @agentlizardofowca, who sent me the video through discord so it could be the first thing i would see upon waking up so we could both yell at each other about it. They fucking destiel-ed him.

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"Perry the Platypus!"

There is a brief, but meaningful applause as he descends in appropriately melodramatic way. The stage is well built, and the mic doesn't screech. Perry keeps an eye on the prize, even as he swallows the given pill.

Heinz looks…wary. He did not, at least, have his arms crossed, but over the course of the last few hours Perry notices how he's grown to hunch further into himself, curling into his seat. His brows were deeply furrowed, like he was waiting to be physically hit at any moment, which still might be likely.

The pill goes down smooth as butter. There is a discernible electrical buzz, from his insides. As he coughs, he expects himself to belch smoke. Instead, as he approaches the mic, he speaks with a voice that was his-and-not-his-own.

"Well, hello there!"

Heinz yells in disbelief. Perry blinks.

"Oh, that is weird, hearing you speak,"

It's an even weirder sensation, Perry thinks, to be able have Heinz firmly understand him speak. He grips the edges of the podium tightly, then forcibly relaxes.

"Heinz," he laughs nervously. It still sounds like it came from someone else. "What can I say, about my greatest frenemy? I'd take my hat off to you, but then you'd have no idea who I am,"

A chorus of laughter follows . Heinz harrumphed, briefly looking away to stubbornly insist that he "Doesn't get it." But Perry does not miss the distrustful twitch of his lips.

God he can't do this. Perry takes in a deep breath.

"There are many things you continue to surprise me about, my friend," Perry continues, and he watches in real time as Heinz both blooms and flinches in anticipation of his next words. "But most astonishingly is how you…can twist your mind into such horrible directions."

A confused silence ensues. Someone yells out a demanding "What?" that breaks the man's confused daze.

"Yeah, what?" Asked the man of the hour. "Are you saying I think in a really evil way, or are you just calling me dumb?"

The former, Perry knows, would be a compliment the man sorely needs, but it would not be an accurate one.

Perry isn't interested in playing this stupid game. "Neither. Heinz, look around you. Don't you see?" Perry's mouth pursed tightly. "You are surrounded by friends."

There is a perceptible change in the air, punctuated by muttering and distressed whispering. Perry exhales loudly. "Do you really think all of us genuinely think so lowly of you?"

Heinz scowls, confused. His eyes dart to and fro, but they eventually land back to him. They always do.

"Some friends. I don't have any friends.That's half the point we've been making all day."

"I'm your friend." Perry says, a little desperately, but it isn't about him. "Heinz, you insist that the people you surround yourself with think of you in ways you already think of yourself in that too big brain of yours, that you don't see the affection and respect of the people who like having you around. This event is your idea. Do you think people would have thought about anything cruel we've said if you hadn't said you wanted to hear it? "

" There were plenty of volunteers."

"We're an outgoing group who like to help one another! Heinz, look," Perry scowls back. "I don't agree with everything Darcy said, but she was right about one thing. Your biggest enemy is, and always has been, yourself. You tend to think of yourself as a being a failure, as being hated. But that isn't true."

"Yeah!" Marcy yells helpfully from the crowd, followed by some pointed hushing. She doesn't seem to notice. "I do actually think you're talented, Dr. D!"

"I think you're really fun!" Someone adds.

"You always know when to stop when we ask."

"You really rock a labcoat, too, Dr. D!"

"I actually like your shoulders!"

The auditorium grows loud, as more and more chibis cheerfully add their kind, honest opinions of the man in the throne. It seems to throw him off, and he looks panicked, shocked, and heartbreakingly, astoundingly confused.

"Wait, WAIT! Everybody STOP. You guys were supposed to make fun of me!"

"We can keep making fun of you if you like, Dr. Doof." Star answers happily. " If you want, but it's all in good fun, right?"

"That doesn't mean we don't think you're also really cool, Dr D. " Mabel adds cheerfully. She has her little piglet in her arms, rocking him affectionately back and forth. " I do it with my brother all the time! I still love him to bits and bits."

From behind one camera, Dipper makes an embarrassed sound. He's still smiling, and Mabel comes around to tug him into a hug, sandwiching Waddles in the middle.

"But that-," Heinz began to sputter indignantly. Somewhere far below, there is a grinding, whining noise. Perry frowns. "But you-! But what about-what about-what about my, hey, what about my doctorate, huh? I bought it off the internet for 15 bucks! My teachers hated me! Im not actually a Doctor."

"We both know you never needed one to prove yourself more than capable of breaking the laws of physics on the daily." Perry chirps drily. There is another chorus of laughter for the not-quite-insult. "And I'm the last person to make fun of you for enjoying a spot of alliteration. Hello, Perry the Platypus?"

"Hey!" Heinz shouts, as the crowd continues to giggle. "This is my roast! Get in line!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Perry coughs into his fist, hiding a smile. " Where were we? Ah, yes, embarrassing you."

Heinz harrumphed, slouching back down into his seat in the assumption that the self loathing party was about to continue apace. Perry clears his throat. "Let's talk about how much you love your daughter."

Heinz shoots straight up, hands clenched into the sides of his seat. He looks, for a second, genuinely hurt, and angry. But Perry meets his gaze dead on, and the man eventually unclenches himself enough to speak, taking a deep breath as he looks away. "Fine. Fine. Whatever. There's nothing you're about to say that will make me feel even a little bit ashamed of how much I love my Vanessa."

"Yes, that is quite the pickle, isn't it? You, Heinz Doofenshmirtz," his voice turns soft despite his best efforts, feeling his cheeks burn fondly in reminiscence. "Are one of the strongest, kindest, sweetest parents I have ever had the pleasure to meet in my life."

Heinz blinks, caught off guard once again as the crowd goes "Awww,"

"You are embarassingly loving, you never let yourself forget the things she tells you she enjoys, even if they're gifts she asked for when she was barely a child. You are protective and vindictive of anything that could possibly come to hurt her, and you have never, ever, ever once forgotten to throw her a birthday, even when you've never had a decent one yourself in all your life,"

And finally, finally, Heinz blushes. A tint of red for being pleasantly flustered instead of the ashamed flush from before. The chibis laugh, coo and yell in playful disgust. Perry smiles smugly, pleased for having turned the tide of the event on its head.

From beneath their feet, the rumble grows, and the whining increases in fever pitch. Chibis begin to jump in surprise, the sounds of joy and celebration turning into ones of distress. Quite tellingly, Heinz looks perfectly unbothered, arms crossed petulantly. Perry raises an eyebrow.

There is a distant boom, muffled by a safe wall of dirt. One part of the stands collapses in on itself, and the chibis get off of it hurriedly. There is an ensuing silence.

Perry and Heinz had not, even once, looked away from one another. Perry leans on his elbow on the podium, raising his second eyebrow. Heinz slumps down his seat.

"Fine. I had an inator that was being charged by the negative energy of insults to take over the chibiverse, yada yada yada. It was supposed to be Platypus proof, because I didn't have time to put a self-destruct button. You jammed the energy input and made it explode by calling me nice things, happy?"

"Delirious." Perry answers, as the crowd cheers in celebration, another scheme thwarted, and another day saved.

The crowd climbs the stage in droves, chanting his name. Perry lets them have their fun, though he's not particularly enjoying being thrown into the air and carried over their heads, off the stage, to the backstage buffet.

He slinks off the second he was able to get away with it, to where Heinz was still curled on the throne in the auditorium hall, scribbling into his inventions book. He's not noticed Perry approaching, peeking over his shoulder to see he was already brainstorming his next scheme for molecular chibiverse domination, muttering angrily to himself.

"-tupid to think he actually meant what he was saying, I should've kept my lid on the plan better, hide my blueprints-,"

"I did, you know." Perry interrupts, and Heinz jumped, clutching the notebook close to his chest. "Meant them, I mean."

Heinz sighs gustily, posing like he's meant to retort something clever, but he's not sure what it is, yet. To render Heinz Doofenshmirtz speechless was no easy feat, adding another tally to Perry's accomplishments this day.

Not that he was ever unappreciative of Heinz's chatty nature.

After opening his mouth and closing it a couple more times, the doctor blurts; "I don't think I'll ever get used to that. You, talking, I mean."

Perry shrugs, self-conscious. Heinz adds, hurriedly, "I didn't say I didn't like it."

Perry tilts his head in question.

"I'll get used to it," Heinz assures, a bit shyly. It's making Perry blush too.

The agent shakes his head. " I don't think…, "

Heinz frowns. "You don't like it? "

Perry shrugs. "I don't need it. " He looks down. "I have you. "

He's not looking, so he isn't able to tell what expression Heinz might be wearing in the following silence.

Heinz breaks it eventually. "You keep doing this, you know?"

When Perry looks up, Heinz had donned a poorly executed scowl. It makes him smile. "Reminding me about the good things. Call me nice, I mean. That's not right. It's ruining my street cred."

The idea of Heinz having a street cred makes him laugh, and even if he does not enjoy most of the actual talking for now, this was nice. Laughing together, and being able to communicate, thoroughly and well, what exactly he adored of his best friend, uninhibited of Heinz's own self-esteem issues.

I love you, Perry wants to say, desperately. He wants to say it more than anything in the world, but even with all the communicative technology at his disposal, he is still hesitant, still scared, of putting his vulnerability into words.

Later, he keeps telling himself. Soon. Eventually. He reaches out to hold Heinz's hand in his own, leadened with all the words he can't bring himself to say.

Heinz smiles, and squeezes like he understands him anyway. Like Perry would have all the time in the world.

It can wait.

[moonlightequin1]

hehehe I'm here again to share my thoughts about the new halloween event and Yuu. >:D

Jamil sort of trying to 'comfort' Skully is SO cute?? The angst is building up and I honestly hope Yuu can somehow play a bigher role in helping Skully, especially since they seem to share similarities.

But now that I think about it, sometimes it throws me off to see how majority of the fandom portrays Yuu as the overworked "therapist" who's tired of everyone and everything. Especially when it's clear to see that the cast helps out eachother a lot, while Yuu shared only a few 'deep' conversations with the boys throughout the game and also gets protected during fights. I feel like it takes away from the boys characters when the moments that show them caring about eachother and helping eachother out are completely being ignored or seemingly being re-written as Yuu doing all the work.

I totally don't mind when someone writes their Yuu to do all the 'therapist'—work, but seeing this under almost every comment section that includes Yuu is rather tiring. Especially since in-game Yuu doesn't seem to hate their stay in twst all that much.

I hope I don't sound rude haha, I guess this kind of ended up being a bit of a ramble? Sorry if I do! TnT

Hey again diggoes!!!

I actually do agree with your statement about the whole fandom's portrayal of Yuu being an unpaid therapist and TBH I thought the joke/meme was very funny at first until slowly, the joke started becoming less funnier to me when that's all people talked about when it came to Yuu's character. While Yuu isn't purposefully involving themselves in overblot incidents, they do help others without really complaining about it.

I think that one of the major reasons Yuu is labelled as an unpaid therapist is also because of how we, mostly a lot of the players for this game, tend to get tired of NRC's BS and may project that kind of feeling to Yuu (who is basically a self-insert character), which leads many of those in the fandom to think that way.

However, as you have stated, Yuu isn't the only one helping everyone out. In fact, a lot of the overblots are resolved from teamwork and cooperation on involved members. It's a group effort done by all sides of the parties despite NRC students having a knack for being selfish and prideful jerks who prioritise their needs/desires above everyone else.

But I believe another reason many tend to feel that way is because being in Twisted Wonderland, specifically in NRC, wasn't a choice that the player OR even Yuu gets to choose voluntarily which is something I would agree on partially. And unlike other characters in the game, Yuu and Grim have been involved in every single dangerous/life threatening events and even get to be involved with certain things that are far too personal for acquaintances such as them to get involved (particularly Diasomnia especially in book 7).

Although Yuu hasn't had any moments where they are shown to hate their stay in Twisted Wonderland, it is important to note that they seem to be homesick depending on the choices you choose in Book 7. Yuu doesn't really get a choice on many things, but it doesn't mean that they help begrudgingly. They help even without receiving anything in return.

With all that being said, if people were regarding this about Yuu, then the same should be said to apply to Grim; who has shown far more disregard and complaints about their involvement compared to Yuu. HELL– we even see Grim complain about the fact that Yuu helps out other characters too much. Sure, Grim starts AND stirs a lot of trouble, but a lot of times, it isn't really done intentionally. He can be naïve and really insensitive.

That's what I have to say about this topic at least! I don't really mind the 'unpaid therapist' concept with Yuu, but it does get overdone in the fandom and it does seem to disregard the efforts of the other characters too. Although, I do think that the unpaid therapist concept joke can work with people's own portrayals of Yuu, in-game Yuu hasn't really shown their complaints so far. Well, except with Crowley.

Thanks for the new message! ❤️

[1moreff-creator]

FF, considering that the end of Chapter 2 seems to be setting up the already prevalent theme of Fate and Choice to take centre stage in Chapter 3 (like how the theme of Trust was the focus of CH1, and the theme of Change was the focus of CH2), I wonder Do you have any predictions for Chapter 3? Where you think most of the characters will go from here, who you think might be the next to kick the bucket, and how you think it will tie into Teruko's own story (the next step of which, I predict, will be her making a decision on whether she's going to allow herself to make friendships with the rest of the cast even with the fear that they will abandon or die on her always in the back of her mind, or to let her fears control her and make her isolate herself further out of fear that she will result in them getting hurt because of her fated bad luck. But I'd also love to hear your thoughts on that :D)

Hey! Predictions, huh? Well, I'm not the best when it comes to guesswork, so this isn't going to be, like, my deepest post or anything, but it's still interesting to think about!

Spoilers for DRDT CH2

So now that we've made it past Read More: Yeah I have no idea.

You see, there's literally infinite ways for the story to progress past this point, and there comes a point where "what I think will happen" would be completely indistinguishable from "how I would write the rest of the story." And while that in itself is interesting to explore, I'm not the dev, so I'll save both your and my time by avoiding any completely unfounded predictions. That means that the fate of most characters, the arcs they will go through, the themes which will be explored, among many other things, are things that I have almost no genuine strong predictions, at least in regards to CH4 and beyond.

In terms of CH3, though, I do agree that the theme of fate is the most likely to be the centerpiece, though like with CH2 and CH1 there will probably be a whole lot of themes that get explored. Not to mention that what someone considers the "main theme" of a chapter is highly subjective; I'd argue the themes of belief ("all that glitters is not gold") and morality ("a good person") are just as important to CH2 as the theme of change. I can't tell which themes will actually be explored, though, because again, no idea where the story could go.

To give some ideas, though, some themes that are already on the table apart from fate and trust and change are memory (Elliot, Rose's photographic memory, Whit forgetting her mom is dead for a moment when Rose says it, etc), family (Elliot again, Rose's family, J's mom, Levi's situation, the hypothetical Diana Chiem, Teruko's brother, Whit's mom again, why does half this cast has family issues, etc), idolization (David->Xander, Hu->Nico, Whit->His mom ("We tend to idolize the dead" in his quote), everyone->Mai (once we actually start talking about her), etc), past and future (Xander & Min (check pinned comments in Bonus Episodes), Hu and Veronika moving on from their past, Charles forgetting his, Rose feeling hopeless in the future due to mistakes in her past, Levi not caring about his past, Arturo not being able to fully move on from his past, etc), and everything else under the Sun. You see why making predictions is hard? There's too much shit going on, the writing's just too good.

What I can theorize on a bit more comfortably is who's gonna die in CH3.

It's Charles.

Honestly I don't even feel comfortable predicting a double murder in CH3; other than "it's a trope," there's no reason for me to believe it atm. And "it's a trope" isn't evidence.

With Charles, though, we do have "Charles pronounced dead at 3" from the prologue, and given Whit's track record, yeah it's curtains for chemist boy. I know some people think Charles dying is "too obvious" because of this line, but it only feels obvious to freaks like me who spend way too much time looking at these guys and who've rewatched the series several times. In particular, I believe he'll be poisoned by strychnine, given it was omitted from the custom weapons list, meaning only him and Teruko know about it, which could lead to interesting developments in the trial. This also means that the Elliot mystery would be explored in more depth in CH3, which could also be inferred from Yoidore Shirazu... existing already.

Other things which will likely get brought up are Whit's secret, Teruko's secret (then again, I have zero fucking clue what David's gonna do next), Hu's treatment of Nico, Hu and Vero's secrets, Veronika's reactions to Levi almost dying and Ace's execution, the Nico-Rose situation, Arturo (just, like, in general), etc. I feel like J's family and Eden's guilty feelings about Arei and Min might still have to wait, though it could come up. Look these chapters are long we could genuinely cover all of that and still bring up new threads for CH4 to explore.

As for future killer predictions... again, zero clue. But, you know that theory/observation that's been going around about the objects that show up at the end of CH1 and CH2 and Mai? That Mai has a jacket kinda sorta like Min and gloves like Ace?

Although this is an insane metric and I fully expect it to go wrong probably as soon as CH3, it is practically the only semi-theory we have that could point to future culprits. And since I'm an evidence-based theorist at heart, here's who I believe the killers might be based on the only (and craziest) metric we have. Feel free to ignore the Hail Mary guesses, I have no reasoning for them beyond Vibes.

Arturo - Ribbon (Hail Mary guess - CH4 killer)

Hu: Flowers (Note: Her secret quote plays into why I believe she may be a killer. I fully expect to be wrong on her particularly, and even if she is a killer, I expect her to kill on accident, which is sort of possible with strychnine. I doubt Hu would kill someone on purpose). Hail Mary guess - CH3 killer, no double murder?

Veronika: Hair tie. Hail Mary guess - CH5 killer, double murder?

It could also be Vero's shoes btw, they look similar enough to Mai's.

Rose's stockings are actually also similar to Mai's, but I can't imagine the object for her being stockings instead of, like, her hat or apron.

In fact, that's sort of a counterargument to this entire theory. Even if Vero or Hu are killers, I would expect their objects to be the triangle earring and the butterfly hair accessory respectively. In fact, I see Vero in particular as a victim more than a killer, so that should tell you how confident I am in these things.

Keeping in mind my survivor predictions (Teruko - J - Whit - Levi - Rose), which haven't really changed other than me now considering Levi a more likely survivor than Rose, that would leave the victims as Charles (genuine prediction: CH3), Eden (Hail Mary - CH5), David (Hail Mary - CH5 or CH4), and Nico (Hail Mary - CH4 or CH3). Again, the Hail Marys are purely vibes only and have no attached reasoning.

Finally, for mastermind, there's three people in particular that I find genuine contenders for MM spot, but that will have to wait for a separate, more in-depth post, since this thing does actually have evidence attached.

I hope that was enough to satisfy you! Thanks for the ask, it was fun to think about!

[zeroducks-2]

You know reverse flash will probably never chill out all the way but if he gets with Barry he’d probably settle down a little at least. Constantly follows Barry and touches him when he’s stressed. Definitely a healthier outlet.

Barry: what did you used to do to calm down before we got together?

Thawne: oh I went back in time to throw you down the stairs as a child.

Okay I laughed but at the risk of being insufferably pedantic, Eo is actually one really controlled and poised motherfucker 90% of the times.

The times in which you see him not being in control of the scene is when he's having a manic episode (notable examples include the mess he made in Running Scared and the mental breakdown of Finish Line). And even then, he's doing insane shit but in a very controlled way, like the fact that he managed to go through the entirety of Running Scared without actually pulling a hair off of Iris' head. He's very much not the type for random outbursts of rage, whenever you see him not fighting he's actually pretty chill, and there's a smooth grace in his movements like he was never in a hurry to do anything. Despite the fact that he's, you know, faster than light. In fairness, he's so powerful that if he wasn't so much in control he'd destroy everything he has around the moment his mood shifts a little.

He probably gives off the impression that he's prone to outbursts because he has violent emotional reactions that he can't regulate, but they're way more focused inwards than outwards. Eobard's rage tends to be the plotting kind, and his plotting can be so precise and vast that it extends through timelines, and the example of how he pushed Barry down the stairs is perfect because that time he wasn't hurting Barry out of spite. That was part of a bigger picture intent on undermining Barry's confidence, making him grow up as anxious and alone and insecure as possible, bigger picture which also included burning down his childhood home, or making him feel responsible for the death of his dog, or moving his arm slightly this or that way to make him fail at sports.

That wasn't anger or pettiness, that was an extremely controlled, horrifyingly calculated plot that resulted in turning Barry from who he was in the Silver Age (outgoing, always merry, surrounded by people, always "knowing a guy" in every scenario, loved by his parents, good at sports, good in school, good at dancing) to who he is today (timid, insecure, alone, anxious, lacking people he can lean on to, lacking confidence in anything but his skills as a chemist). Killing Nora was just one tile of the mosaic, albeit you could say the most important one, but the point was very much the bigger picture.

That being said, do I think Eobard would calm the fuck down if he and Barry got together? Might sound like an oxymoron given all of the above, but I actually think he would! I also agree with you in how he'd need lots and lots of physical touch. You know I can HARDLY think of ONE instance in which someone touched him without the intent of hurting him, including when it comes to his family? Except for Barry of course, Barry does touch him gently (and casually!) if the circumstances allow it.

Like at the beginning of Running Scared, which unfortunately Eobard doesn't remember.

Or here. (panels from The Flash Age by Joshua Williamson)

Or here, in which Barry's grabbed him to avoid him to faceplant after Paradox tossed him like a doll.

Eobard has to be so extremely touch starved he'd be looking for "physical reassurances" pretty much constantly, I think. Barry would have no qualms with it anyway, given how touchy he is by nature. He'd probably be more endeared than anything else.

[melpomenelamusa]

A Matter of Pride Pt. 2 - Chimeras

~Original story~

Previous

CW: Mention of pet whump, mention of past kidnapping.

Of all the bad days Fidi had ever had, she considered this one to be one of the worst. Suffering abuse and mistreatment from her so-called "owner" was something she had grown accustomed to for years, despite everything; but seeing someone else suffer was different. It made her feel even more helpless and vulnerable than when she was tied up in a box for two hours.

"Poor guy," she thought. She couldn't help but wonder where Madame Lavenza had gotten him from, if there was a family missing him or a life he couldn't return to. Fidi didn't have a life or a family to return to if she left this mansion, and this tiger boy looked to be around her own age, with a body that showed no signs of hunger or previous abuse. She felt very intrigued.

Madame Lavenza had left, so she had the entire mansion to herself for the afternoon. Usually the service staff ignored her, although there were a few people (counted on one hand) who agreed to a brief chat from time to time; but in reality she usually had nothing to do and preferred to stay in her room drawing. However, this time she decided to go out and look for her new companion. The poor boy must have been traumatized at the very least, and something in her made her feel like it was her duty to support him in this difficult situation.

When she was bought she was alone. She didn't want him to feel that way too.

Since she didn´t know which room the newcomer had been assigned to, she kept knocking on all the doors in the pet hallway, as the house staff called it. It was basically a long hallway in the west wing of the mansion, on the second floor, where the chimera children that Madame Lavenza brought to the mansion were confined. It was a lonely and silent hallway, which only had Fidi as an inhabitant. Or at least, that was how it had been for a long time.

Just three doors to the left of her own room, Fidi found the right door.

"Who?" a hoarse voice said on the other side.

"Um, hello," Fidi greeted, somewhat unsure of how to continue. "It's me, the... the other girl." She would never use the word "pet" to define herself. "We met a little earlier. I just want to talk... I wanted to know if you wanted to talk to someone..."

This felt strange. The previous chimera children she shared a roof with always tended to be much younger than her, newly transformed, which made them elusive and difficult to deal with. She was never able to get close to any of them, although deep down she was glad for that.

After a while the door to the room opened and she was faced with the sad face of the tiger boy.

"Come in, I guess," he said.

Fidi entered. The room had the same layout as hers, except that the nightstand was empty. The tiger boy shuffled back to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"I want to go home," he said, his voice pitiful.

"I'm sorry," Fidi replied. She really was, but there was nothing she could do. After an awkward moment of silence, she spoke up: "By the way, my name is Ofidia, but you can call me Fidi."

"I'm Tigri," the boy introduced himself, a little unsure. "How long have you been here?"

Fidi thought back, doing mental math.

"Almost ten years."

"Ten years?!"

Tigri's stupefied look almost made her smile.

"Yes... My parents sold me to Madame Lavenza shortly after I transformed. They thought I was some kind of curse or something, so they didn't hesitate to accept. At first I thought this would be an improvement for my life, but as you can see, it wasn't…”

"I'm so sorry," Tigri said. “I... My parents were very surprised when I transformed. And who wouldn't be, I mean, one night you go to sleep and the next day your hair changes color and you're kind of a furry... My parents never stopped loving me, they always accepted and supported me. My little sister even loved to show it off, she says it's like her older brother is a big living stuffed animal.”

A small smile appeared on the boy's lips, but it didn't reach his eyes, which became melancholic.

"Someone tried to hurt my little sister. I tried to save her. It was a trap." He took a deep breath. "Those guys... kidnapped me, and... and now I'm here. She... Zuri must have been so scared... she's only seven..." His voice broke. Tigri covered his face with both hands and began to cry.

Fidi felt his heart clench. In an attempt to comfort the boy, she timidly put her thin arms around him and gave him a hug. Unlike her, Tigri's body was robust and strong, and very warm. The snake girl easily understood why the boy's little sister compared him to a big stuffed animal.

After a while, once the trembling and sobbing had subsided, they separated.

"And now what?" Tigri asked, sniffling and wiping his face with his hands. “What will become of us now?”

“Well, it will depend on what Madame Lavenza wants,” said Fidi, sitting on the mattress next to him. “Sometimes she wants a pet, sometimes she wants an accessory to show off, it depends on the mood she wakes up in.” She was silent for a moment. A mischievous little smile made its way to her lips. “I know, you can say it here in private if you want, that woman is a bitch.”

“More than just a bitch,” Tigri agreed. “From her attitude, she seems to think she is the queen of bitches.”

They both laughed.

“Hey, can I show you a trick?” Fidi put her hands on the back of her neck and unhooked the metal collar around it. “You can take it off whenever you want, although I advise you to always wear it when you leave your room. Madame Lavenza gets angry if she doesn't see you with it.”

Tigri brought his hands to his neck, feeling the metal ring around his throat. He pulled it off and threw it on the bed.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” Fidi continued. “We can take off the collar whenever we want, we’re not locked in a cage, chained or tied up… Well, not always. We have three luxurious meals, our own room, branded clothes; but we’re still prisoners. We can’t leave the mansion, we have zero contact with the outside world, and the people here don’t even really see us as people.”

“Aren’t there any more chimera children here?”

“There used to be more, but they were all sold. I’m the only one left.”

“It must have been really hard for you.”

“I did what I had to do to survive.” Fidi held her collar in her hands. How she wished she could crush it and destroy it. “But I hate it. I’m sick of always having to be her pretty little doll.”

“Did you ever try to escape?”

“I have nowhere else to go, and ending up on the street, for someone like us, is not a good alternative. Besides, if I left, it would be impossible for me to see that person again.”

Neli's smile suddenly took over Fidi's mind, along with the memory of her strawberry perfume and her soft hugs.

Tigri raised his eyebrows, in an expectant gesture of curiosity. Fidi decided to continue talking. When was the last time she had a real conversation with someone? There was only one person with whom, until then, she had been able to open up like that.

“Her name is Neli. She is another chimera child. Her so-called owner is a rich guy who sometimes attends the events that Madame Lavenza goes to. That's where I met her. I don't know the details well, but I think she was also kidnapped from her family. She's been my only... friend for all this time.”

Fidi lifted her legs onto the bed and hugged them to her chest. A wave of sadness invaded her.

“Hey, I'm sure there must be some way we can escape,” Tigri said. His voice had regained some strength and confidence. “We'll get out of this birdcage, you'll see, and then we'll go rescue your girlfriend.”

At that last word, the snake girl's cheeks turned pink, a color that stood out a lot on her normally pale skin.

“She's not my...!”

“I know that look!” Tigri replied, and a playful laugh came out of his throat. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. We'll escape, save your girl, and everyone will be happy forever. What do you say?”

Fidi thought about it for a moment. She thought about everything she had lived until now, about the times when, looking out a tinted window, she saw outlines of a life she couldn't have... no, that had been taken away from her.

“We'll get out of here,” she said. “We will.”

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A little comfort for these two. I'm already working on the chapters for the next mini arc; but I feel like I want to make this pair suffer more. I'm accepting ideas! Even if they're outside of what I have planned for the story, I can write a special chapter, whatever, I feel like I still want to do a lot with these characters. Thanks for reading this far! Take a little star ⭐

[ego-meliorem-esse]

dude but the whole face family is a mess of mental disorders and shit. At least if you want to nitpick. Australia and Murica are both ADHD, Canada a depressive lil shit, England is autistic and france bipolar as fuck. I'm still figuring out new Zealand so I can make bingo!

What happened to hi hello how are you 🥲

Im fucking kidding lets go

I have many thoughts on this topic. I just wanna say first that i dont really want to talk about specifically what mental disorder or whatnot each of these characters have. I have my personal hc that i keep private just cus ive strayed so far from canon or even the classic hetalia 2014 country stereotyping. They are my blorbos in the purset sense of the word. So, i feel like if i told you “yeahh murica is adhd on legs” i think it would come across as insensitive.

But on the other hand, in the past 2 years that ive been in group therapy on and off, i have come to be comfortable with talking about mental disorders and dont find it as triggering or offensive as i know some people do. Which is also very valid. People deal with things the best they can and when youre in the trenches of ocd, having a weirdo (me ✊😎) say a fictional character is going through it, it might not sit right. So i wanna keep this as non triggering as possible.

As almost everything i hc, this is something I’ve looked over. And i do agree to a point. Alfred is definitely someone who exhibits traits like excessive talking, impulsiveness, interrupting conversations, difficulty focusing at something that he finds little interest in etc etc. He is easily distracted and tends to find certain people boring. But he also does not have time management skills and he does not forget tasks and plans. Could this be adhd? Sure. Does it have to be? Of course not. So i tend to leave it up in the air. Some people might find comfort in interpreting it as adhd and some would rather stay clear. Both viewpoints equally valid.

I truly dont know about Jack or Arthur. Eleanor too. Honestly i dont really try to make up disorders for them. One thing i dislike is the labeling. If someone, even a silly character, does show traits of some disorder, id rather not have it outright mentioned. It can be cristal clear that Matt has a full on depressive episode, but let me figure that one out myself, chief. I am all in favour of making these fuckers complex and give them shit to shovel, but the moment we start throwing mental disorder labels around, i think the focus strays. But again, only my preference. To someone else, its a comfort.

However, as he is my knight of the highest order, my highest ranking babygirl, my worst punching bag: Matt is depressed as shit. He functions but, God, at what cost?

Does he have depression? Probably. Will i ever make a serious post about his depression specifically? Probably not.

Francois though. He has no disorders, no hardships or difficulties. Makes it easier for me to actively and effectively hate. We are currently negotiating a stalemate, as ive, just today, heard Sous le ciel de Paris after forgetting that song existed. Good fucking song tho. Willing to negotiate the terms of Francois’ surrender.

[skaruresonic]

It's always "why doesn't Sonic kill Eggman" but never "why is Eggman evil"

You'd think that since Eggman is the center/cause of this entire thing in the first place there would be a bit more interest in investigating his desires and beliefs regarding the subject matter.

Idw's moral quandary focuses exclusively on Sonic's view of things while doing everything necessary to ignore the agency and thoughts of everyone else involved.

That's a dead giveaway of the real reason why they introduced this morality nonsense. The writers never cared about exploring each character and how they affect things. It's becoming increasingly obvious that the people in charge of idw sonic just wanted to make Sonic look bad.

There's also the added bonus of the comic continuously proving that its version of Sonic is wrong. It cannot be interpreted as anything other than a desire to make Sonic look like a moron.

Well, we do know he wants to build his Empire out of a sense of unchecked ego and entitlement, which is about the extent we can expect as far as motivation goes.

I feel like asking why Eggman is evil is still pretty unnecessary tbh. He doesn't particularly need a reason to do evil things, just as Sonic doesn't need a reason to want to help out a friend. They're the kind of larger-than-life characters for whom explanations tend to dilute. Deceptively simple on the surface, but powerfully resonant, you know what I mean?

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You'd think that since Eggman is the center/cause of this entire thing in the first place there would be a bit more interest in investigating his desires and beliefs regarding the subject matter.

That would be a valid point had the spark that ignited this entire moral quandary not been an accident. Eggman gets knocked out and by pure happenstance becomes someone completely different. He could have just as easily begun cosplaying as Gerald or something. actually nvm, that sounds interesting

For some reason, Sonic takes this fluke to mean that Eggman is capable of being good, when in reality he should have learned the opposite lesson: that the evil madman is who Eggman is because it's who Eggman chooses to be when equipped with proper faculties and free will.

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Idw's moral quandary focuses exclusively on Sonic's view of things while doing everything necessary to ignore the agency and thoughts of everyone else involved.

Because the book has protagonist-centered morality. Sonic doesn't win arguments because he's particularly right or even good at arguing his point, but because the plot needs people to kowtow to him.

You must agree with Sonic because he knows best... except when it's convenient for the plot to pretend it never espoused that attitude.

Again, if Sonic had some common sense, he'd have realized from his own personal experiences as Mr. Needlemouse that Eggman didn't choose to hang up his hat and become Mr. Tinker. Flynn could have made a parallel of it beyond a mere bookend, a real epiphany moment. But it goes nowhere because Flynn cannot provide a cogent answer to the question he raised; he has to deflect.

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That's a dead giveaway of the real reason why they introduced this morality nonsense. The writers never cared about exploring each character and how they affect things. It's becoming increasingly obvious that the people in charge of idw sonic just wanted to make Sonic look bad.

They also wanted their work to appear deep(er than the games) without putting in the work needed to make it actually deep. Sneering obliquely at the games is enough to merit you applause.

It's funny too because I just read a ScreenRant article which contended that Eggman has ~pathetic flaws~ as a villain because... wait for it... Starline and co. called his methods "sloppy" in Bad Guys six or seven times. Starline called him out, so obviously we must take him at his word; never mind how much of a fuckup Starline is in his own right.

Dude, just because the characters say something doesn't necessarily make it true. Subtext! It's not just for novels!

And while I won't say the staff hate the games, they definitely give the impression that they look down on Sega!Sonic. Maybe they're not consciously aware that that's their vibe, but it's still the vibe they emit nevertheless. They just couch their sentiments in softer terms than would a regular fan.

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There's also the added bonus of the comic continuously proving that its version of Sonic is wrong. It cannot be interpreted as anything other than a desire to make Sonic look like a moron.

Which is depressing, and not particularly inspirational for kids who so happen to pick up the book.

Really, the only target audience IDW could possibly be aiming at here are irony-poisoned millennials and Gen Zers. The reference pool is way too old for a younger audience, too niche for new fans, and too disdainful toward the games for people who want more games-flavored canon.

I can't imagine a ten-year-old picking up Bad Guys and slogging through Starline's monologues on ~the Sonic cycle~ because what the fuck is the duck man talking about. Or little Timmy who's just watched the latest Sonic film reading about the exciting adventures of puke-colored Clutch. Or little Susie, whose favorite characters are Amy and Cream, opening up an issue and seeing nothing but Lanolin's sneering face lol.

[chevelleneech]

https://www.tumblr.com/kanmom51/775937026269839360/mind-blown?source=share

And this right here is exactly the reason why I'll never proudly call myself a Jikooker, even though I believe Jimin and JK are together. Because wtf is this?? This is how a majority of Jikookers think, how their minds work. And this blogger has the most unhinged takes but is so popular on Tumblr. I bet you it's not even gonna take 4 hours before this post has 100+ notes and like 30 reblogs🤦🏾‍♀

What 'I love you' sign are these people seeing here and why in the hell would JK choose to do it in that moment? A whole buffet of genuine moments between Jikook and just yesterday we heard them on the phone together and confirm that they sleep and wake in the same room and had antis having mental breakdowns ever since, and Jikookers still prefer to grasp as delusional theories like Taekookers.

I'm convinced these people aren't really satisfied with a ship that shows a real relationship and even more they don't see these men as real people. They just fetishize the "gay" between them. I can't stand them.

You could have definitely sent this to the person you’re talking about, anon. I know I’m the one who tends to not agree with other Jikookers on certain things, but directly linking to someone else’s page to shit on their conclusions isn’t my style.

People think what they want to think, and my opinions differing from some Jikookers doesn’t stop me from thinking Jimin and JK are together, nor does it prevent me from saying as much. Do I keep to myself on here? Yes, but I’ve 100% posted about Jikook on my personal socials, and talked to real life friends and family about them. The only thing I don’t do is flat out call myself a Jikooker on Twitter, because Tkkrs and the fandom at large tend to harass the fuck out of anyone who does, and I don’t want to deal with that.

However, I don’t think your reluctance to associate with Jikook is because of that specific post. I think you’re just afraid. Particularly because this sort of analyzing every movement, and (in my opinion) making something out of nothing is not Jikook specific. Tkkrs and Yoonminers do the exact same thing. I see it in the SKZ fandom too, for some of the most normal things. It’s part of shipping culture across the board.

Now, do I agree with Kanmom51? No, because I don’t see Jungkook’s index finger raised beside the glass, so to me, he’s not signing “I love you.” That said, I’ve also never agreed with any Jikooker who said JK was signing “I love you” at whatever that event was. He could’ve been, I don’t actually know, but my opinion has always been he was just being silly. And I know there are people who feel it’s too coincidental, and that’s fine, but I simply don’t think that was a capital M moment.

All that said, unless you’re a tkkr who is trying to shit on Jikookers in general, next time go to the source. Tell them you disagree and feel like they’re making it harder for you to feel connected to Jikookers. Or better yet, ignore them. Post about them without saying their name. Discuss your dislike of certain thought processes and so on, on your own blog, and focus on things you do agree with. That’s what your page is for, anon.

Outside of that, we don’t all have to agree on everything just because we all think Jimin and Jungkook are in love. The internet is vast, and different people have different interpretations. It’s only wrong, imo, if someone is pulling assumptions from thin air and using them to belittle JM and JK, other members, or someone else.

It doesn’t appear as if Kanmom51 did that. They made a post about something they and others concluded to have happened, and people agreed. Their post is not Tkkr level delusional by any means.

[savemefromanepicoftimewasted]

Movie Screens and Battle Scenes

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X F!Actress!Reader

After nearly a year of constant questions a little idea popped up into your head, why not have your husband and his friends do an instagram live? You could answer everyone’s burning questions and then go back to keeping your life private. It sounded innocent enough, and Kyle was more than willing to do it, now if you could convince everyone else.

A/N: I want to give a HUGE shoutout to @gaylemonshark for helping fuel this fic idea, you've been a giant help and I'd be lost without you tbh lol warnings:minor language, nothing explicit, Ghost being Ghost

You’d kept your private life, well, private for nearly your entire acting career, choosing not to let people close and have rumors spread like wildfire. You had been in countless films, shows, and interviews with co-stars that always seemed curious. What was there truly to know about you, and why were you so adamant on keeping it secret? Your parents were thankful nothing had come out, save for the few rumors saying you were dating a co-star. It wasn’t until you were wearing a noticeable wedding band that the rumors began to fly even more. Who had you gotten married to? Were they also someone famous or were they in a different line of work?

After nearly a year of constant questions a little idea popped up into your head, why not have your husband and his friends do an instagram live? You could answer everyone’s burning questions and then go back to keeping your life private. It sounded innocent enough, and Kyle was more than willing to do it, now if you could convince everyone else.

________ “You want us to do what?” Price was a little confused on the whole idea, especially when you were married to his comrade.

“Well, people have been asking me for years about my personal life and I’d love for them to see the people that matter most.” It sounded much better in your head, and right now you were beginning to panic.

“I’ll ask Johnny and Ghost, but I can’t guarantee they’ll agree to it.” Price gave you a stern look, you wouldn’t push if the other two weren’t willing.

If anything it would just be you and Kyle on the live answering as many questions as you both could. Sure there was plenty about Kyle’s line of work that he couldn’t legally talk about online, not without getting reprimanded. The two of you had met by complete accident, you’d been shooting a new movie and he happened to walk on set. Security was ready to walk him out until you caught sight of him. You’d convinced them to let him stay for the day, having hours long conversations once you were done shooting for the day.

It was a whirlwind romance from the very beginning, Kyle did everything in his power to romance you when he wasn’t deployed. He’d cook for you often, refusing to let you even lift a finger when he was around. So it was no surprise that six months into your relationship that Kyle popped the question. His hands were shaking as he knelt down onto one knee, holding your hands and asking the words you’d been waiting to hear.

“Will you marry me?”

You had all but thrown yourself into his arms, screaming happily a loud ‘Yes!’. It was everything you’d ever dreamt of, calling your mom immediately after it had happened. Kyle was watching you from afar, nothing but love shining in his eyes as you squealed with the news. He wanted you to meet his teammates and friends before the wedding, especially since he wanted to invite them. Who were you to say no?

Price had pulled you into a hug right away, telling you how often Kyle would boast whenever he was on base. His smiles comforted you like a fathers would, and from that moment on you knew that Kyle was in good hands when he wasn’t home. Ghost, or Simon, was the second to introduce himself. He’d warned you that during missions he tended to wear a mask, mainly to keep his identity a secret from the enemies and to strike fear into them. However when you stood in front of the man you were glad to see he’d forgone it. What Kyle had failed to mention was just how big he was, not just in height but in stature as well.

“Nice to meet you, Kyle’s told me a lot about you.” You smiled softly, shaking his hand gently.

He scoffed before pulling you into a friendly, albeit tight, bear hug. You snuggled into his chest for a brief moment before pulling away from his embrace. He didn’t want you to be afraid of him, he wasn’t a ray of sunshine to most people. And then there was Johnny who didn’t waste a single second before flirting with you. Your cheeks flushed as you giggled, raising your hand to surprise everyone with the news.

“Wait! You’re engaged?” Johnny’s head whipped to where Kyle was talking with Price.

“Oh, that’s why we were coming to see you guys.” Kyle walked over and wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I believe a congrats is in order.” Price headed over to his desk, pulling out a bottle of what looked like whiskey.

“Don’t have fancy glasses so you lot will have to deal with plastic ones.” He poured out enough for everyone, handing out the cups.

Johnny was the first to cheer, congratulating the two of you on your engagement and a long and happy marriage. You sipped the dark liquor, relishing in the way it burned going down your throat slightly.

“That’s another reason we’re here. Neither of us are doing a wedding party but we wanted to invite you to the wedding.” Neither of you had set a proper date yet, wanting to make sure you’d have time for both the wedding and a short honeymoon.

Johnny was more than overjoyed at the thought of your wedding, getting to relax for a few days with no worries sounded rather nice. What surprised you was how eager even Simon was, he had agreed within seconds of the words slipping past Kyle’s lips. Price was honored that you’d asked him in person, considering Kyle had his home address he felt it was safer to do it in person.

“We have to start planning first, but once we set a date we’ll let you guys know right away.” You leaned your head against Kyle’s shoulder.

Meeting the group of men that helped keep the world safe went better than you’d expected, considering most military men your friends had dated were less than savory characters. And while you knew deep down they had to do bad things to keep people safe, it was simply life. Your parents didn’t know much about Kyle considering you couldn’t very well tell them exactly what he did for work. His parents had welcomed you with open arms, telling you how gorgeous you were and how happy they were. If the news ever broke out about your engagement, or marriage you wouldn’t tell anyone about Kyle.

Well…

“Thank you guys for doing this, if you get uncomfortable I can turn it off and we can have a nice lunch instead.” You were setting up the camera and laptop, making sure everything was clear and visible.

“It’s no problem sweetheart, better to get the world off your ass sooner rather than later.” Of course Price was encouraging this, he’d been there when you called Kyle about it originally.

You scooted the chairs closer, making sure everyone would be in frame while having enough space to relax fully. Simon had all but stolen the bowl of chips from Johnny, cackling as the Scot tried to snag some of the salty goodness.

“Alright boys, we’ll be on live in ten seconds.” You plopped down into your own chair, fingers lacing with Kyle’s as he scooted closer to you.

You watched the timer countdown, signaling that you were live as your fans began to pour into the chat. Most of them were screaming hello and other variations of their own personal greeting. You giggled to yourself and greeted everyone that was currently watching.

“I’m here to introduce you guys to the amazing man that is my husband.” Kyle leaned forward so that he was more in frame for the camera.

The comments began to blow up immediately, most of them saying how attractive he was and asking how you’d met. You let Kyle answer the question of how you’d met, watching how his expression lit up at the chance to talk about you. He didn’t hide a single detail, face flushing as he remembered nearly getting thrown out before you came to his rescue. Simon snickered behind you, laughing louder when Kyle had to admit you were his knight in shining armor. It was a sweet moment for the two of you, but to the normal person it would look quite funny.

“We’ve been married for just over two years, guess you guys aren’t as observant as you think.” It was mainly due to the fact that you would remove your ring, not wanting to put Kyle in the spotlight.

You’d posted only one photo of the two of you from your wedding day, everyone had demanded to know who the mystery man was, but you wanted to keep him to yourself. It took a paparazzi snapping a photo of you for things to come crashing down. If they managed to find you at home, then they’d stop at nothing until they got more photos of you together.

“So unfortunately I can’t tell you too much about my amazing husband, so I’ll answer a few questions about his amazing friends before we head off for the day.” You watched the comments for a good question to pick.

“How did my first meeting with them go? Oh that’s easy, Price was very friendly, and Johnny flirted with me immediately, not even a hello but flirting right away.” You laughed at the guffawed expression on Kyle’s face.

The two men began to bicker, Kyle saying that you were his lady and Johnny needed to find someone else to flirt with.

“That’s just how he is, sees a pretty girl and man’s gotta flirt.” Simon snickered as Johnny rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s my wife you dirty little Scot!” Kyle tried to contain his laughter, truly he did, but he couldn’t be all that surprised. You were gorgeous, of course Soap would flirt with you.

“I din’ know tha’!” Johnny huffed to himself.

“Don’t worry, I took the flirting as a compliment.” You reached over to pat his knee, smiling up at the other man.

Johnny’s once sour expression suddenly turned smug, well if you liked his flirting then clearly he was doing something right.

“Does Johnny flirt with everyone? Yes, yes he absolutely does. I’m sure he flirted with every single new recruit on base.” You rested your hand on Kyle’s knee, relaxing into his side.

“That’s cause he’s a whore.” John, who was taking a sip of his water, spit it out at Simon’s words.

It caused an uproar in the chat and also within the group. Simon couldn’t help but start laughing at John’s reaction. Some of them were worried that John would end up choking on some of the water he’d meant to drink, of course you kept a careful eye on him in between giggles. Johnny looked downright mortified, it was all in good fun though, nothing serious.

“Alright, let’s get a few more questions before my husband and his friends head out for the day.” You turned back towards your laptop, looking for questions that piqued your interest.

The chat was flooded more than usual, comments rushing by before you could properly read them. You managed to get two final questions, saving them on a side page so that you could answer them.

“Are Kyle and I going to ever have children? Well that depends on where we both are in a few years. We’re both still young so rushing into something like that isn’t the best idea.” It was true, you’d discussed having children but with Kyle being deployed at any given moment for long amounts of time, it made you nervous.

“We want them eventually, but I think we’re just enjoying our time together right now.” Kyle pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling at the way you squirmed.

“Alright the last and final question is, Simon, are you single?” Simon rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes, I am, no I do not want to date someone that’s nearly half my age.” You wanted to laugh at his response, he definitely wasn’t wrong about your fanbase, a lot of young girls seemed to follow you.

You wrapped up the live thanking everyone for their questions and promising to post more pictures of you and Kyle when given the chance. You loved your fans, but there were things you didn’t want to make public, such as your husband since these kids were like bloodhounds. They’d find out his name and where he grew up if given the opportunity, and that made you a little nervous.

“Why don’t we take a picture so that we can post it to your instagram?” Kyle was supportive of whatever you posted, as long as it was your decision in the end.

You agreed and set up the phone so that everyone would be in the frame, setting the time before taking your place beside Kyle once more. Everyone put on their best smiles, even Simon who didn’t much like having his photo taken. He was confident in his looks, but knowing millions were about to see his face daily? It was kind of daunting.

“I’m gonna go ahead and post it, thank you guys for being so understanding and doing this for me and Kyle.” You smiled at everyone, writing out a quick, but rather cheesy, caption before hitting post.

You could ignore the comments that would flood in with the news that you were married, and the many thirst comments you would inevitably get as well. For now you were going to enjoy having your husband home for as long as you could.

[brooklynislandgirl]

SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I will have to go with Jo's answer here and say every ship I have has something about it that makes it my OTP, something unique to us and our partner/their muse. And I don't want anyone to feel excluded or unloved or less loved than anyone else. I do think because she was literally created side by side with @morgansmornings that they share a deep bond that is both familial and the deepest sort of friendship. They are family. They are transcendent.

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Platonic, familial, and romantic are all on the table with discussion ooc, time, and development. I will do pre-established on the first two but Beth is demisexual/quoiromantic, with a leaning toward sapioromantic. Meaning it takes bonding with someone before she even feels anything 'below the belt' so to speak, and doesn't really understand/distinguish the difference between romantic/platonic feelings, treating them both in the same way, but she does have a very slight preference toward people who can engage her mentally, and seduce her with their awkward intelligence. Toxic ships can be a thing with huge boundaries. The boundary is how comfortable with you as a friend, ooc, regardless of what we are writing. Currently I will be willing to do toxic with: Mischa/Larry { @thebiggestlies }, My Dear Prince and Ionaka {and potentially Na Baron Feyd Rautha @nightmarefuele }, Shades of Ben { @kylo-wrecked }. And I live for the hate-ship of Lorcan and Beth with @macdiari, whose mun is totally one of my bffs which makes it funnier. We can have meetings about the rest. Dubcon/non-con, etc...has to be plotted to within an inch of its life, I don't care what Beth says.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable? Age is not a really a thing with Beth when it comes to her significant other as long as they are a little over 'of age' {18-21}. She has literally one ship where this isn't the case and her paramour is 15 and she's 25...and it isn't what many people would assume, both of them are broken hearted. This a unique situation with @macdiari. Beth does have a penchant for older partners. Let the 'daddy issue' jokes commence.

Are you selective when shipping?

I would say yes. I only ship with chemistry. And by that I mean myself and the mun as much as the muses. Shipping requires a delicate balance between interest, trust, compatibility, goals... writing something fictional that isn't just pwp is not unlike building a real-life relationship. I want to get to know the other mun. I want us to have in-jokes, I want for us to be comfortable talking about everything and anything even if we might not always agree. I want us to be friends, first.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

I guess I follow the TV guidelines. We can write up to a certain point but once there's body parts that you wouldn't see on network television, it should probably get a tag. I don't care if there's a read more {I will occasionally do that for terminally long posts}, if my partner is more comfortable with one, great. If they prefer it on a different blog, awesome. If you want to write it on discord? Go ahead and add me, fren. I try to faithfully tag certain things because Beth is just...wrong and a lot of her hobbies and interests tend to be really morally questionable at best.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Beth tends to be drawn to people who are neurologically divergent, biologically divergent, other-worldly, empowered, and the like. She is drawn to those who are lonely, othered, or unusual because there is so much in them she sees in herself. And if Beth happens to fall in love, she is neither likely to mention it, nor does she expect for the feeling to be returned. For Beth, love is love. So if you see someone on my dash, unless it's brand new just met you, know that they are cared for, and will always be someone important. As I consider every mutual mun and their muse{s} as some kind of relationship {platonic, familial, romantic, or enemy...I can't really list *every* blog. Sorry.}

Does one have to ask to ship with you?,

I mean it's nice to be asked, so at least I know in broad-strokes what sort of relationship you, the other person, might like but also the fiction can often dictate the course of how things go :)

How often do you like to ship?

I am not gonna lie. I love watching and writing how Beth interacts with people. How she slowly starts to unfold around them and what leads her to becoming involved with other folk.

Are you multiship?

Yes. And multiverse, too. One of the best things is when you have a multi-verse partner and get to see how your ships and theirs change from friends to other things, depending what verse your in, and how everyone can make a community with that information.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

Ship more or less. I love it as much as the next person but that's not the sole purpose of my blog.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

I am still waiting for Olivia and Elliot to get married. IYKTYK.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Let me know what you want? Be patient. We'll talk boundaries, desires, needs, and build it/grow it as it goes.

Tagged by: my darling @betwitchingbaker

Tagging: Heave ho, thieves and beggars....

[wahhbajack]

As I've mentioned before, I'm a pre-licensed counselor. I've got a lot to learn, obviously. Long post ahead. Just some reflection.

The more I learn about borderline personality disorder, the more I hate how they're villainized (though, i can empathize with those who have been harmed by the impact of actions and words). They're quickly becoming one of my favorite populations to work with despite the challenges presented.

Don't get me wrong. They absolutely have cognitions and behaviors that are both self-destructive and generally destructive, especially to those they enter a relationship with. They do tend to be narcissistic. They're defensive. They cannot regulate emotions. They're triggered by invalidation while struggling to validate those around them - especially if they don't agree.

I'm making a workbook on DBT with an entire section that focuses on BPD (which DBT was originally made for). The workbook is for after I receive training on DBT. This means A LOT of hefty research on my part so I can do the best by the population.

Everything they do is a learned protective behavior. Everything they do is for self-preservation. Right down to splitting. These behaviors often lead to them being wrought with guilt and shame. They know no identity of their own. They give everyone what they want to see until...boom. They explode. Typically caused by a perceived threat or a lack of emotional awareness causing negative emotions to build up to a breaking point (if someone with BPD believes this is wrong, correct me. I can only go off of what I learn from clients or research. I don't have the disorder. Ik y'all ain't a monolith so not everything's gonna be the same).

My absolute favorite thing is that the ones I've worked with do not want to be coddled. They know something is wrong. Relationships don't last. People leave. People seem hurt by what they say or do and they don't know *why*. Yes, they'll make others the villain. They want to unlearn that mindset (again, the ones I've worked with).

If the therapist agrees with everyone else being bad, that's on the therapist. I typically validate (not enable) then meet them with a mild challenge to prompt reflection. Perhaps a lil "How would it feel if someone did/said that to you?" I fucking LOVE the lightbulb moment. The gasp of the dots connecting in their minds. I feel so proud of em every time.

People with BPD just need the right skill set and they need to learn it in a safe space with encouragement.

And gods damn it, I'm gonna provide that safe space, and I'm gonna encourage the shit out of them to learn the skills they need.

[songsofbloodandwater]

Ask game! 5, 11, 19!

5. Do you have a favorite spell that you find particularly powerful?

Excluding healing arts (because I personally wouldn't consider them 'spells'), I think the most 'powerful', rather, shocking effect I've gotten was with one specific cleansing method I tried, not really expecting much of it, but with surprising results. In the weirdest way possible. I kid you not, I ended up waking up in the middle of the night to unknowingly summoned spirits manifest in physical form. That kind of weird. It's become my favorite way to remove unwanted spirits and things from the home ever since.

11. Do you have a favorite book or resource that has influenced your craft significantly?

Book, I don't think so. I do read witchcraft books but they're not deal breakers to me. What I read more often, and do end up adding up to become important references in my practice, are articles in anthropology, history, or similar publications. As a researcher, I'm more in sync with that kind of sources and they're easier for me to read and understand (and importantly, put weight on) than most 'witchy' books I read. Less mass-marketed, regurgitated, commonly misappropriated filler, less pseudohistory, more substantial data, in it's proper very specifically stated context and with all which that context entails taken into account in the writing and described, with further similar quality references at the end for me to continue digging. Those are things that I can actually work with. Picking one article to be my most influential source at the moment feels impossible to me, there isn't one. It's how all the little pieces from different sources (including many being personal experiences) add up to form the bigger picture that has meaning and influence to me.

There are good books out there, of course there are. But I don't really get 'influenced' by them because I was already brought up with a lot very clear answers to my questions, and those answers don't tend to agree a whole lot with what I read from other people. I read grimoires and 'classics' as what they are, an often embellished glimpse of what somebody else was thinking or doing at the time. I might compare ideas, practices, beliefs and conclusions, but I don't have a book (or books) that I can point to and say "this is where I got my beliefs/practice from!" or "this was my starting point". I would be pointing at my family's elders instead. There are books that I've found fascinating because they seem to have come to similar conclusions to my own but from a completely different angle, and from very different paths, but I don't think that's what the question was referring to? (is it really influential if you were already doing or thinking the same thing?) I consume a fair amount of books, articles, podcasts and videos from other practitioners, but frustratingly to me, most of the time what they talk about is either (a) while still interesting, exciting even, to hear and contemplate, old news to me, (b) factually wrong or misinformed and thus painful to hear, (c) simply something I already have formed ideas about and therefore something I simply have to disagree with the other person on. I deeply enjoy option (a), I also enjoy (c) because it puts my brain to work and challenges my beliefs in a healthy way, but I dread (b), and it breaks my heart when the hit comes from someone I respect. The influential break-throughs, twists and turns I take at this point are coming from personal experience, UPG becoming VPG, and various forms of communication with my Spirits, Deities and Ancestors.

19. What advice would you give to someone just starting their witchcraft journey?

Besides the obvious answer for me being "begin with your Ancestors" and seeking ancestral spirits in general, I'd say it's also important to figure out where your strengths lie and to nurture those gifts first. Sometimes people online make it seem like you have to know everything and be able to do everything to be a "real witch", and that's simply not true. It's even a harmful thing to believe. For starters, acknowledging that certain practices will absolutely be closed to you or out of your reach from the get-go, and there's certain things you will never be able to do for multiple reasons, is not an option, it's a fact, is a need. But even further, there's certain things that you simply will not be the best at, or not even be good at. And that's perfectly normal. Focus on your gifts instead. What can you do. What comes natural to you. How you can develop a full working skillset from the talents you were given at birth and the strengths you already have.

Thanks for asking!