#i thought you'd agree

[r0achlezbian]

genuinely baffled by people who dedicate their entire lives just to pissing other people off. i don’t mean like folks on here joking about being haters, that shit’s funny, i mean people who genuinely go out of their way constantly to make other people upset for no apparent reason. folks who brag about how often they misgender trans people, white people who say the n word just because they’ve been told not to, that kinda person. the type whose entire worldview is just doing the opposite of what others would like them to do, for no other reason than to upset everyone around them. cannot understand the mindset one must be in to reach that point in their life

[lastoneout]

at first I felt bad for Ingo ‘cuz he came up with the whole “Path of Solitude” thing but then I found out that one of them involves training up a magikarp to be so unimaginably beefy that it can survive two direct explosions to the face and I realized he’s literally just fucking with us for fun

[caseclosedheadcanons]

I like the idea that, when Shinichi or any of the gang go to university/college, they take a course in psychology and their teacher gets super interested in them. Think about it, there would be a lot of reasons someone who is interested in how the mind works would be interested in our crazy group:

- first of all, how are none of you totally traumatized? You see more dead bodies than most coroners, and most of them viciously murdered. Do you all have any special coping mechanisms? Are you numb to all of the death because you've been around it since you were young? Or is it some sort of group effect, that the support system keeps you from loosing it?

- allll the anecdotes they can provide about the behaviours of and justifications from criminals. That alone could be interesting - like, for people studying why someone becomes a murderer or something.

- also, the general trend [in the detective Conan universe] of child/teen detectives. What is this phenomenon? Why does it seem to happen only in Japan? And, in the case of the detective boys: are their observational skills and other detective traits talents that they inherently have, or are those learned behaviours? Taught to them by [Conan/Shinichi/Kogoro, depending on the cover story for 'Conan']?

- how does this extraordinary thought process work? Is it a talent, a way of processing information that all these kids are born with? If it's not and it's a learned behaviour, where does it come from, and what exactly are the computational steps their minds go through in solving a case? Can anyone learn it? Is there a reason why it's kids displaying this ability, i.e. is there a sort of 'cut-off' age for learning this kind of thinking?

- how much of the process is really evidence based and how much relies on interpersonal skills, i.e. observing the suspects and analysing their body language? What role does empathy play?

I bet you could come up with even more related things. I just think it's funny imagining their prof going off topic and randomly starting to question them, and then whoever this happens to needs to dodge requests from the nosy teacher who'd like to get brain scans from them and their friends.

[singingshutin]

Well, I tried.

I tried my darndest.

The result is mediocre at best, but have my best attempt at 'fixing' Ignatz's and Lysithea's support chain. I suppose I'd call this a B+ support with some light contextual padding involving the other Deer?

(I am so sorry Ignatz and fellow Ignatz lovers out there: writing this from her point of view made the most sense and each time I dissed my boy I felt it in my heart, dude. I'm in pain right now.)

hilda is his big sister and i will live, breathe, fight, and die on this hill

Read here on a03 or down below the cut-

Lysithea hates hot days. She hates the feeling of sweat trickling down her forehead into her eyes; hates the cloying smell of the candles in the entrance hall. She hates the constant bustle of the harvest, filling the monastery with crowds of new people who all - without exception - treat her like a child.

She hates that most of all. How anyone could stand being patronized and assisted at every turn, she didn’t know. To be treated as lesser. As weaker. That she could never understand.

As if on cue, the painter she doesn’t understand rounds the corner, and he offers her an all-too-cheery wave.

“Oh, hey.” She doesn’t bother to wave back. “It's you. Going for a walk again today?”

He shakes his head. “No, I'm on cooking duty today, and I have to head into town for some groceries.”

“All on your own?” Lysithea puts her hands on her hips. “Hm, I'd better go with you. I'd be worried if you went by yourself.”

“No, please! I can manage on my own.”

“But won't you have a hard time carrying everything back?”

“Not at all. I'll be fine. I'm just replacing a few ingredients. Also, I may not look it, but I'm actually quite strong.” He holds up an arm, pride beaming from his smile. “I've been exercising every day!”

“You're right-” Lysithea crosses her arms, “you don't look it. Your biceps are a fraction of the size of Raphael's. If you start fumbling around under the weight of all the groceries, and then you trip and spill everything everywhere…”

Ignatz’s arm and smile have both dropped. Lysithea shrugs.

“Look, I'm just saying, that could be your future. It could happen. It doesn't look pretty.”

He looks down toward his shoes. “That's what you think of me, huh?”

“Yep. You're honestly a bit of a mess.”

“I see.” The painter lifts his head. “If that's how you feel…”

Lysithea feels her lip curling up, and she does nothing to fight the disdain. “Oh, knock it off with the wounded puppy-dog eyes! As though I'm some sort of villain in your story…”

“I'm sorry. That wasn't my intention. I'm just a bit sensitive, that's all.”

Of course he is.

“You're talking like you don't respect me.”

Lysithea snorts. “I see. So now it's my fault? No matter how grown you seem to think you are, there's so much you're incapable of. You can play at being a mature adult, but it only ever complicates things. And that's exactly what makes you look like a child.”

“Oh, enough already!”

Lysithea has never heard Ignatz yell before. The sound is startling and shrill, grating in a way she never expected his soft voice to be. She’s never seen him angry before, either - his eyes hot and face flushed as he clenches his hands to his chest.

“Would you just leave me alone?!”

The boy turns and darts away- and for a moment, his eyelashes glitter with a wetness that wasn’t there before.

A long moment of silence hangs over Lysithea as she stands alone. Finally, words return to her tongue.

“Maybe I… went a bit far that time…”

She shakes her head.

“But he's so stubborn despite his ineptitude. I can't just leave it be. He's so foolish—constantly making a mess of things. Wait... But then... No matter how much we stretch, some things are always beyond us. I think it's fine to be vulnerable and ask for help sometimes. What he said to me before…”

She stops.

“To everyone else, do I seem just like Ignatz?”

Lysithea von Ordelia wasn’t in trouble - at least, not yet.

It seemed that despite Ignatz’s many shortcomings - the artist was indecisive, absent-minded, and woefully inadequate at any attempt to care for himself - he wasn’t a tattletale. Though, Lysithea thought, that probably had more to do with his scaredy-cat nature than anything else. The kid acted like a baby at the sound of thunder. The first and last time he’d ever been on a pegasus ended in an emergency trip to the infirmary when he’d panicked and flailed himself off the animal mid-flight, leaving him concussed, confused, and blind as a bat without his glasses - and the rest of class time had been wasted in a house-wide search on hands and knees in the grass for the blasted things.

Ridiculous.

But he would crack. Eventually, he would crack.

Lysithea sighed, leaning her head on her hand. At the very least, a good tongue-lashing from the Professor and Manuela would mean Lysithea wouldn’t have to sit with this strange heaviness in her chest anymore.

She could move on.

One day passed. Ignatz was nowhere to be found. No one said anything about it, not even the Professor. Leonie was put on cooking duty in his stead that night; at least she used less vegetables than her predecessor did. Still not enough sweets… but Lysithea wasn’t sure she had the stomach for cake today, anyway.

One day turned into two. Ignatz’s seat at the front of the lecture hall was still empty. The Professor reminded everyone to be careful- winter was just around the corner, she didn’t want to worry about anyone getting sick due to changes in the weather. Like always, Marianne excused herself after class- though Lysithea was pretty sure that the stables were in the opposite direction of the lower student dormitories. Where Ignatz’s room was.

Two days turned to three. Claude was sitting in Ignatz’s seat today, lounging comfortably like he had been in that spot all year. His own usual place next to Hilda in the back- well, the door creaked open a few minutes into the lecture, and Lysithea ducked her head to peek. There was Ignatz, somehow even smaller and paler than she remembered, being shepherded toward Hilda by an unusually solemn Lorenz. Hilda pulled him down to sit beside her and bumped her cheek gently against his shoulder.

Three days turned to a full week - and Lysithea realized she hadn’t seen Ignatz in the dining hall for a while. Raphael shrugged it off when she asked him why he was leaving the dining hall with two plates- one specifically full of his best friend’s favorite foods. As her fellow student disappeared out into the late morning, Lysithea found herself wondering how much of it Ignatz would actually eat.

Soon, an entire moon had passed. And still, no one had come to reprimand her for her outburst.

She hadn’t moved on.

Ignatz wasn’t in the library. He wasn’t in the stables. He wasn’t in the cathedral. He wasn’t in the training grounds, or the sauna, or market. The infirmary only held a tipsy Manuela, and the knight’s hall had an arguing Catherine and Shamir- but no sign of the be-spectacled artist.

At this rate, all the courage Lysithea had summoned over lunch was going to dissipate before dinner. She shook her head as she pushed open the door to the greenhouse-

"There you are!"

The boy crouched on the floor with a sketchbook jumped like he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning.

"L-Lysithea-"

"I've been looking everywhere for you."

It was ever so slightly, but Lysithea could still see it: Ignatz had paled at that statement.

"Ah," was all he said.

An uncomfortable silence fell between the two. The artist stared down at the ground, hunched over his sketchbook like he was hiding something naughty.

Lysithea took a step forward. "What are you drawing?” She tried. “Flowers?"

"I'm not drawing." He clutched the papers a little closer to his chest.

"You've got charcoal on your hands," she pointed out, "you've been drawing."

He gulped, turning wide, frightened eyes to face her.

"I- it isn't anything important."

"Can I see?"

"U-uh-"

He hadn't said no.

Lysithea walked over next to him, peering over his shoulder. He scrunched down a little lower, but his narrow frame couldn't hide the massive bouquet of flowers sprawled across the page. One huge lily was the centerpiece, entangled in a rich bundle of baby's breath and forget-me-nots. A doodle of a bumblebee, as fuzzy and soft and round as the real thing, sat sleepily on the lily's petals, resting delicate legs against the flower's elegant throat.

Lysithea's breath caught in her throat. "That's- really good."

"It's… not done yet." The boy fidgeted. "I wanted it to be finished first… before you saw it, I mean."

"Before I saw it?"

Ignatz nodded once, somehow shrinking even further into his uniform. "Lilies are your favorite, I thought, a-and I wanted to get it perfect-"

“They look done to me.”

"My shading isn't right-" The boy shook himself. "But- I guess that doesn't matter anymore."

Lysithea glanced up. Now was the perfect time to say it. She opened her lips; and all of a sudden, her mouth felt drier than the Sreng desert. The two were just staring at each other. Funny- Ignatz’s ears were bright pink, she noticed, the same color as the carnations behind him.

Then, like a water through a broken dam, the words came tumbling out of his mouth. “I wanted to apologize- for yelling! I shouldn’t have yelled at you before-”

Lysithea's mouth dropped open and she stared at the red faced boy on the ground in front of her. He - Ignatz Victor - was apologizing to her - Lysithea von Ordelia?

Surely she had heard him wrong.

“That’s what the flowers were supposed to be for. And-" Ignatz dove into his bag, rummaging frantically, "and I asked Hilda what perfume she wears, and she helped me find some. It took a month for it to arrive in the caravan, but-"

"Stop it, Ignatz."

Ignatz froze, clutching the tiny crystal bottle to his chest. “S-sorry.”

"No, just-” Lysithea bit her lip. “Listen. Is that why you've been avoiding me?"

Ignatz stared down at the ground. "I just wanted to apologize properly."

“Oh, Goddess-" Lysithea pressed her palms into her eyes. "If you were literally anyone else, I’d think you were doing this on purpose.”

“Doing- what?”

She dragged her hands down her face and blinked at him through her fingers. "Just- piling on the guilt."

The painter blanched. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Stop saying that." 

Like magic, Ignatz fell silent.

Lysithea looked down at her hands. "Stop saying it, because… um…"

She swallowed hard.

"Because I'm the one who needs to apologize."

Her face flared hot at the look of shock on his.

"I- I yelled at you first. And- and I said some really… really awful things. To you. About you- just because I was mad. And- I felt like it, in the moment… I called you an incapable child."

He winced.

"And-" she pushed on, "and I was going to let it go. I was going to let it sit and not say anything because, surely, the Professor would find out and scold me, and then I'd be done. But that didn't happen."

There was the apology, forming on his lips; she cut him off before he could start up again.

"And it's good that it didn't happen. Because I would have forgotten it. Like a child, I would have let it go- when… a real adult would say sorry."

She took a deep breath.

"And I am. I'm really, really sorry."

He stared at her, his brown eyes like saucers in his thin face.

Lysithea's heart sunk into her shoes. The thought hadn't crossed her mind until now, but- he wasn't going to forgive her, was he? 

She deserved that, she supposed. After all she'd said-

"...can I still give you the perfume?" Ignatz held out the crystal bottle with a shy smile. "I won't use it… and I'd like you to have it. As a token of- my forgiveness? Though…" He flushed. "That sounds silly- a token of our friendship."

A wave of relief crashed into Lysithea's knotted stomach and she smiled back, reaching for the pink vial. "Thank you."

Ignatz paled as she pulled away. "Wait-"

She looked down. A dark line of charcoal was smeared across her little finger, right where her hand had brushed his.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Stop it." Lysithea rubbed her hand on her dress. "See? Gone. Can't even tell against the black uniform."

She dropped to sit next to him, and her hair fell over his shoulder. Normally, she would have avoided sitting that close to anyone- it made her look even smaller by comparison. But today- today it would be okay.

He tapped his paper. "I still want to finish this before I give it to you, though."

"Can I watch?"

"Oh- um…" He blushed. "If you want to. I'm not sure it'll be much fun-"

"I'm too tired for fun right now, I think."

They smiled at each other.

"Me too."

The two sat in silence as Ignatz's stick of charcoal slid across the page with a gentle scratch- but this was different than before. This was mutual. Comfortable. Calming and soothing in their togetherness.

A little thought bubbled up in Lysithea's brain.

"I've been thinking." Lysithea turned to look up at the boy sitting beside her.

His hand paused and he tilted his head at her. "Yes?"

"Maybe… maybe I should try something new. Something I'm- not… good at… right away. And- and learn how to accept help."

Ignatz shifted slightly. "...I could teach you how to paint."

Lysithea looked up. "Huh?"

"I could teach you how to paint," Ignatz repeated, pushing his glasses up his nose with an excited twitch Lysithea hadn't seen in a long, long time. "If you wanted to, of course, but for something new- something different… something I can help you with-"

He stopped, a blush shooting up his neck into his cheeks.

"Not that I think you'll be bad at it, I just meant-"

"I think I'd like that."

Lysithea smiled.

"Thanks, Ignatz."

It’s been a while.

Lysithea looks up at Ignatz’s bedroom door. She can hear him on the other side, humming pleasantly to himself as he muddles about the room. He’s got a nice voice, she thinks. It isn’t clear and full from years of training like Manuela’s, or bright and soaring like Hilda’s. It's soft, and a bit wavery on low notes, but it's warm and sure. Like an old, familiar hug after a long journey.

She puts her hand on the door, and it gives beneath her fingers.

“Um, hey…”

“Oh! Lysithea.” Ignatz turns with a smile. “Something I can do for you?”

“Can you help me out with my shopping?”

“Yes, of course. You need me to carry stuff?”

“Actually, can you pick up some tea for me? I'd do it, but I'm drowning in work.”

”You're so busy you can't go shopping? OK. Do you have a favorite kind of tea?”

“I'm not too picky. I just like having it around, really. Whatever's cheapest works for me." She holds out a palmful of gold. "Here's some money.”

Ignatz doesn’t accept the coins. “One question. Why me? You don't really need my help for this.”

“I just thought I could lean on you a bit. You know,” a smile creeps across her lips, “rather than trying to do everything on my own.”

“Right. I see. Well, good! I'm glad you decided to approach me.” That old familiar blush crosses his cheeks. “Ah, but, for this particular task, you might be better off doing it yourself.”

“Oh?”

“There are so many different kinds of tea, and I'm not very discerning." He rubs a hand against the back of his head. "What if I get you one you don't like? When I do my own shopping, I pick a tea at random. Otherwise I'd be paralyzed by all the choices. It's the same with food. Sometimes I stare and stare at the options and never decide.”

That, Lysithea thinks, is a burden I can take off his plate- and put some cake on it instead.

Aloud, she adds,“You looked like you were just fine when you went to get groceries the other day.”

“I really had to push myself to do that alone. I don't think I can do that again.” His head dips ever so slightly. “Sorry…”

Lysithea pockets the gold with a half-smile. “Aha. So you've stopped trying to do things on your own, then?”

“Yeah. Still, though…” he looks around the room. “For today, how about you have some of my tea? If that'll do…”

“Sounds nice, sure. Do you mind brewing mine while you're at it?”

“OK!” He grins. “Though I can't do it as skillfully as Lorenz, I'm afraid. I'll get it ready right away. Feel free to start focusing on your work.”

His smile still has a hint of the nervous boy from years earlier. He hasn’t changed completely.

Lysithea smiles down at the worn carpet on his floor. “Heh.”

Ignatz tilts his head at her. “What?”

“I mean," she glances up at him, "you seem plenty reliable to me.”

“I do? Really? How so?”

“You're fun, you're easy to be around, and you rarely complain when you help others.”

Ignatz chuckles. He has a pleasant laugh; gentle and sweet. “Well, I'm just pouring you some tea. I'm not sure that qualifies as ‘help.’”

Lysithea isn't going to let him deflect praise this time. She leans forward, an insistent gleam in her eyes. “It's not easy for me to rely on people, but with you, it's different.”

“Well, there aren't many things I can do, frankly."

Lysithea furrows her brows at him with an exaggerated frown. He laughs outright at that, raising his hands in a gesture of placation.

"What I can do, I will do! So if you need anything, ask me, and I'll try to help.”

Hmph. Verbal praise does very little for her artistic friend, it seems. If he won't take it, then-

She sighs.

Ah, well. What was the harm in one childish action?

Like a cat, she pounces. She throws herself at him, squeezing his ribcage as tightly as her weak arms could manage. 

This will have to do.

“You really are unreliable, as it turns out!" She laments,"Guess I'll just have to take your word for it.”

Ignatz laughs again- and this time the rumble in his chest tickles against her nose. A gentle pressure slides around her waist: it's his arms, she realizes. Strong despite their slenderness, he's returning her embrace. He's hugging her back.

Lysithea can't stop the hot flush of embarrassment. This is so undignified. So immature. So unlike the perfect image she has worked so hard to cultivate.

And yet, she thinks, she doesn't really mind.

[parcai]

tell me more about this kaz character 😚😈

oh god, so here’s the tl;dr of my fav aspects of him/important stuff paraphrased from the fandom wiki lol + my thoughts (skip to the 'why he’s cool’ section if u care not for the wiki stuff):

history: kaz’s father died when he was like nine, leaving him and his older brother jordie alone. they sold their father’s farm for money and moved to a place called ketterdam. jordie searched for jobs and eventually became a runner for jakob hertzoon, a man claiming to be a small-time merchant. after being led into a false business venture, jordie was conned out of all the remaining money from the sale of the farm, which left the brothers living in poverty on the streets. soon after, they both contracted the deadly plague going around ketterdam. jordie died of the disease, and kaz fell very ill as well.

the siblings were presumed dead and their bodies were collected and brought out to sea. however, kaz, barely alive, swam back to ketterdam using his brother's body as a float. the experience was extremely traumatic for the young kaz and left him unable to bear contact with another person's skin (ptsd). he changes his surname to brekker to cut off past ties and joined the dregs at 12, which is like a gang and vowed to make pekka rollins (jakob hertzoon’s real name) pay for conning him out of their money and bringing about jordie's death.

he quickly rose up through the ranks in the dregs to become a lieutenant, feared by many for his precise ruthlessness. bc of him the crow club, one of the dregs' main source of income, was reestablished and flourished. the dregs gained power and reputation mostly due to kaz, and he is viewed by many as the true leader as opposed his boss who he later overthrows.

soc events: six of crows follows him and his closest dregs friends on this big deadly heist to earn one million currency. there is lots of magic, as there is another race called the grisha who can do various things.

notable stuff about him: he has a limp in his right leg from when he fell off a roof doing smth w the dregs. he has a crow cane now and is disabled but as the author herself is disabled in a similar way, she wrote disability as something to be proud of and most people who have spoken about this said she did a good job (i am not qualified to judge that, so that’s just other people’s opinions.) the cane is often his weapon.

skills: lock-picking, card tricks, and sleight of hand. these abilities are so complex that this guy matthias often calls him demon. he is privy to information of just about anyone and anything in the city, due to inej's (his spy's) stealth-like abilities and his considerable influence over ketterdam. he’s considered the mastermind and leader of the heist (six of crows) crew.

his plans are often extremely complex, having many layers that even those participating do not know the entirety of the plan. everyone follows his orders without question. he has outstanding intellect for his age and extraordinary memory, therefore being able to manage businesses such as the Crow Club and Fifth Harbour.

aliases: Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands (bc apparently there is no job he will not do for the right price), Bastard of the Barrel, Demjin/demon (by Matthias)

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why he’s cool imo: i like the way his trauma and everything is slowly fed to you. i also like what it’s based off of. i wouldn’t say it’s relatable to the general audience (at least i hope not dear god), but it’s definitely relatable to me and probably others also. i like his cane being used as a weapon and also that representation. he’s...relatively funny...sometimes...ig. i like his ruthlessless (there is one scene where he just straight up yeets a man overboard for hurting nearly killing inej, and inej is a pacifist of sorts and deeply religious and he basically says ‘my wraith would counsel mercy but thanks to you she’s not here’ and i think that’s badass and is also my fav kaz scene of all time). personally i’m more obsessed w his history and the way his brother affects his current relationships more than anything else, which brings me to the next part

why he’s not cool imo: truth be told, he bores me a little. i don’t mind having traumatized characters (tm), and i think it adds a lot of spice when ur dealing w deeply troubling topics. also his trauma with money especially (more so than the physical touch one) really feeds into the idea that he is wholly selfish and ambitious, and i think that makes him really interesting when compared to ur typical protag. i do think a lot of it is highly unrealistic tho, and that’s why it bores me. like under skills i said that “his plans are often extremely complex, having many layers that even those participating do not know the entirety of the plan. everyone follows his orders without question.”

the problem is that he’s like 17 lol, and he talks like he’s 40 90% of the time even tho this story doesn’t take place in a really historical setting or anything, and even tho it’s oftentimes in his pov, we as readers don’t know what his plans are. stuff just happens and i’m lol ok how did that even work i don’t understand, and it’s clear the author couldn’t figure out how to make it work herself and thus left it super vague. this also falls into the pitfall of telling not showing, bc all i get is descriptions of why he’s such a badass and i rarely see it (and this is why the man overboard scene is the best--1st time we see him be ruthless). also i really don’t buy the idea that powerful grisha and stuff and just everyone does whatever he says, no questions asked. like these are a bunch of 16-18 year olds. they’re supposed to argue.

the official book blurb says “Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction—if they don’t kill each other first.” but like we never see this. we just see him say orders and have people follow. also nobody ever gets the best of him which i think is highly improbable. there’s like one scene where someone physically gets the best of him and brings him to an office to offer him the heist job in private, but that’s not what i mean. i mean like his plans should fail sometimes...and not just a little hitch, it should be immensely treacherous and horrible and they should all pay the price. like luck should not be this much of a factor in saving their asses that’s not how it works.

overall i just find him hard to believe. i think his emotional wound is cool, i think his leg being a symbol for that is cool, i don’t really get his relationship with inej for many reasons i won't get into, but i like his dynamic with a grisha named nina (who is selfish in her own way and for the grisha people, which i think is a cool parallel) and also with jesper (a gambler--that theme of money being conned again--and the crew’s sharpshooter, who kaz once accidentally called by his brother jordie's name), but his characterization ultimately falls flat for me, which is why i always joke he’s just some emo boy because he doesn’t resonate too deeply w me despite his literary potential.

i am extra disappointed i think, and this is not to say i think i'm more talented or qualified than leigh bardugo by any means, bc in my head i can see such a wonderfully nuanced depiction of him that i think leigh was aiming for and ultimately failed to achieve. this is also why as soon as i finished six of crows and logged on to talk abt it, my v first post was heavily critical lol w one central idea: soc lacks soul.

also unrelated but gl w ur shows!!

[frick6101719]

lol I didn’t even read your Percabeth tags and had the same reaction 🤣

😂 The idea that his friends would start calling him Perky has me giggling like an idiot I mean CAN YOU IMAGINE

[heavenlyborne]

What fun is there to be had in life when money is no concern? It’s a problem that only the world’s richest people could ever be worried about, too comfortable with their own lives to worry about anything else other than where their next source of entertainment is coming from. For Celestial Dragons, who believe themselves to be gods over humans, what better way of exercising your great wealth and power for your own petty amusement than to play games with the lives of those you consider mere mortals?

Occasionally when Celestial Dragons are bored or have a disagreement with one another, they decide to play a rather twisted game using only one of their many servants or slaves. These two slaves have very different roles however, one acting as a ‘hound’ to hunt and kill the other that assumes the role of ‘hare’ and the rule of the game is simple - the hound has approximately one to two years to find the hare and kill it wherever it may run or hide down in the world below. Each Celestial Dragon takes a close watch over their chosen character, keeping their Vivre Card close by as well as a Den Den Mushi so they can keep contact with their player at any time to enjoy all the stories regarding close calls, cunning escapes and bouts of attempted murder. The hare must use all it’s cleverness and tricks to stay ahead of the hound who in turn is allowed to use any means necessary to catch and kill it’s quarry. Once a month, the Celestial Dragon will arrange for their player to find a nearby location that’ll provide money, food, medicine and anything else that may be needed in that time so the ‘game’ can continue as long as possible. Should the hare win and avoid being killed, it wins both life and freedom, never to be a slave again. Should the hound win, it’ll be blessed with a rich life as a most esteemed servant or granted freedom if it so wishes, but should it fail to hunt and slay it’s prey before the game ends, it will find itself to be the one culled instead.

[mllemouse]

my best friend from grad school and i got drunk on governors island today and she came out as bi to me and i was like, i know and me too bitch!!! And then we were like wow how are people straight i really don't get it

[itsashowtime]

⋆「BLACK LIE ☾ VILLAINS (P3)」⋆ | AUG 1. 2020

Here’s the last lot of Black Lie villains! The big bad boss won’t be revealed until the show actually goes up on YouTube <3

[robinsnest2111]

i just saw a german hogan's heroes fan call Hochstetter "Stetti" in a yt comment and i'm still giggling in disbelief omg

noooooo don't make him cute, he's legally barred from being cute omg haha

[gayvlad-remade]

these are my 'sarawat is trans, sorry i don't make the rules' headcanons:

sarawat is a trans gay guy

he figured it out when he was 14 but had been feeling Weird about his gender since forever, tho he doesn't think he 'knew he was a boy since he was 4' he just knew something was up

he watched a video on the internet of a guy who was transitioning and that got him Thinking. like so that's possible? i don't have to feel stuck forever?

he played football in an all girls team til he was 12 but then puberty hit him like a truck and he felt too uncomfortable about changing with the girls and generally he was in a bad place mentally so he stopped playing. he was so happy when he finally went back to playing

the first person he came out to was phukong. they were playing videogames when phukong started cursing at wat like (in a loving, brotherly way) 'DAMMIT you always win, i wish i didn't have a sister sometimes, you're so annoying' and wat doesn't even think about it, he just says 'what if you don't?' '... what?' 'have a sister.' and that's how they spend hours talking about trans things and whatever else they feel like

music was a key part of wat getting through his early teen years when he was scared and lonely because he felt different. he would listen to music, play his guitar, write songs to distract himself

he finally told his parents at 15 and they didn't get it at first but eventually they supported him through everything. they weren't the most affectionate parents and he still hasn't told them about being gay because he's scared to disappoint them a second time, but he knows they love him in their own way

he started his medical transition as soon as he could and he gradually became a happier, more comfortable person. man and boss were essential in this process. he didn't talk to many people until they approached him and started to become his friends and when he told them about his transness a couple of months into their friendship, they were the most supportive and he never once felt judged around them

the thing that gives him the Most Gender Euphoria is when he gets called handsome and when they started dating tine started calling him 'handsome boy' and eventually when he got more comfortable 'my handsome boyfriend'. it makes wat's heart so happy

his sexuality and gender were hard for him to navigate through because growing up he always liked boys but when boys asked him out he couldn't feel comfortable enough to reciprocate. it never felt right to be someone's girlfriend. when he started feeling more confident in his gender, he quickly came to the conclusion that he was gay

it still wasn't the easiest thing to get into an actual relationship, but tine reassured him that it wasn't for him either and that many people for one reason or another needed more time to feel comfortable in a romantic relationship. yet at the same time it was much easier than he'd expected because he already felt so close and at ease with tine. it takes a while to understand what wat is okay with physically but tine never pressures him into anything and he's never been happier

and finally, wat has come to be very proud of every part of his identity and he wouldn't change any of it! transphobes die by his, man's, boss', tine's and phukong's hands!

(feel free to come talk to me about trans sarawat, i will love you forever)

[freedomscall-aa]

"anders," justice, who inhabits the tabby cat ser pounce a lot, places a paw on his hand. "i demand fish; it is unjust you let me starve." even if he's been fed five minuets ago.

❝ You know, I liked you a lot better before you possessed my cat. At least then whenever Pounce wanted something he could only scream, instead of... talk to me. ❞

Which was, by the way, still EXTREMELY creepy.

[alonzotheeboy]

... here’s a baby picture of me :)))

[sleepymarmot]

Caught up with TGP. The show is nearing its end... When Chidi wakes up in the next episode, will he be finally allowed to realize that the very existence of the Bad Place is unacceptable? Come on, it’s time!

[buffintruder]

If watching Lucifer has given me one take away, it’s that I really appreciate the non black and white ness of Buddhism. Like in Christianity (as presented in this show), you’re either good or bad and there aren’t really inbetween options. Watching this show (and while we’re on the subject, the Good Place as well) is frustrating because it feels like people have to live up to difficult standards of “good” in order to achieve a happy ending or even just a not horrible one. There are things that are objectively terrible, but a lot of what is good is subjective, and I don’t think anyone should be able to make those judgment calls. And either way, I don’t think most people deserve an eternity of torment

But Buddhism (which I am talking about because its the religion I’m most familiar with, though I’m sure a lot can be said on this topic about other religions) is a lot more flexible. Reincarnation isn’t an absolute. It’s a chance to try again, and because there are nearly trillions and trillions of lives to be reincarnated into, you don’t have this one-or-the-other binary option. If you are kind of bad, you aren’t lumped in with the worst people on the planet, you get a punishment that is the same amount of bad as you were, and that seems a lot more fair to me.  

Another thing that annoys me about the Good Place and Lucifer is that every human in this world has to end up in this afterlife system. And I realize this is fiction, but I imagine how I would exist in the words of the stories I encounter, and the imaginary versions of me in these stories are pretty pissed because even if they end up in heaven/the good place, they did not sign up for this. And also I just don’t like the idea that one religion or belief system is right over all the others. 

It’s frustrating to imagine being subjected to a system and laws I didn’t get any choice or say in, and I realize the same can be said about human justice systems, but it’s different because death is permanent in a way that life isn’t. Even though it’s unlikely all human justices systems will be perfect in my lifetime, they still have the possibility for change and growth in way that ‘fundamental structures of the universe set by higher powers’ don’t (though from what I can tell, the Good Place is challenging this idea too)

I love Lucifer and the Good Place, and I think the questions they raise about morality and destiny are important, but also I think I really prefer the Terry Pratchett and Rick Riordan version where all afterlives are real 

[mariogoetze]

Mili after match against Benfica speaking in English @madtimer