#if anything happens to her I will kill everyone and then myself

[life-love-geekculture]

Rook’s vibe with the companion who’s her best friend: if I’m going down, you’re coming with me, mother f-cker!

Rook’s vibe with her love interest: If anything happens to you, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

[furiousgoldfish]

I want to talk about a situation that happened when I was a kid, and even though this particular instance did not traumatize me (that I know of), it still deals with traumatic themes, such as physical abuse, attempted murder and severe neglect, so be careful if you're reading on! I'll explain at the end why I'm talking about it, and also psychoanalyze what I think was going on.

When I was about 6-9 years old, I had a strong conviction that my father was going to kill me. He would lock me into the basement and hurt me, and even though the injuries weren't lethal, I could feel the intent, he was out of control, not watching where he was hitting, if he was going to break my bones or not, it was erratic, terrifying. I love how I prefaced this with 'oh this didn't traumatize me' and then I started with that, but it's just the context to the actual story. That first part did probably traumatize me, I remember little of it.

Since I felt that my life was in peril, I decided, logically, that I needed to kill him before he kills me. It was justified I would defend my life with all I had. So I sneaked into the basement room, and searched for something that I could use for a weapon, next time he shuts me in there. I found one, memorized where it was, and then I was ready.

It came soon after, the event of me being alone with him in the basement, him out of control, attacking me, and again, I felt like I was about to be killed. So I grabbed a metal pole hidden next to the fireplace, used my full strength and hit him on the head with it. He fell down, and stopped moving.

I panicked then. He looked dead. I let myself out of the basement (I knew where the key was) and yelled for mother, telling her that I killed him, but I had to, because he was going to kill me. When we got back to where he was lying down, blood was trickling out of his nose. But my mother wasn't panicking like I was, she could probably see him breathing. Then he sat up.

I was even more scared then, because if he wasn't dead, then he knew I just tried to kill him, and would come after me even worse. But he didn't. He didn't even look at me. He wiped his nose, seeming completely calm, rage from before completely gone, talking only to the other family members, who seemed concerned about him.

I was told, that it's good for me that I didn't kill him, because had I done that, I would have been imprisoned for murder for the rest of my life. And other than that, everyone ignored me. Nobody talked to me, or had anything to say about the entire event. Father ignored me as well. I was not punished. Nobody was even mad at me. Nothing else was done.

The 'you'll go to prison forever if you kill him' line worked on me, because I didn't know the law, I didn't know that we don't incarcerate little kids; I was underage. They lied to me. So next time when he got me close to that feeling of 'I'm about to be murdered', I had no way to defend myself. If I killed him I would go to prison. I had no choice but to just let him do whatever and not retalliate in any significant way. Sad and painful.

Thinking back later on this event, it was bewildering to me that I was not punished whatsoever for a murder attempt, despite getting punished for bullshit like 'talking back' or 'having an unpleasant face expression'. This was common; I could be severely punished for leaving a door open, but when I did something big, like hurt a sibling, or threaten someone, or hit my father with a metal pole in the head, there was no consequences whatsoever, nobody would have even talked to me about it. I wondered if this was just because they loved that shit, they loved watching me grow into the same violent, brutal and sadistic person they all were, because then they could go 'you're no different than us', and be right. But, unlike them, once I knew something I did hurt another person, I wouldn't do it again; I did horrible things just because I was a kid, and all adults around me were horrible, and I mimicked them, as kids do. They wouldn't punish me for mimicking their awful behaviour because they approved of that, and they didn't care if my siblings were hurt because they loved hurting children anyway.

This also reinforces the theory that punishment is just an excuse to hurt a child, because these were the legitimate reasons to invoke consequences, but they never did, punishments were dished out when they felt like torturing someone and at that point, any face expression could have been an excuse enough. They didn't care about raising a kid or teaching them right and wrong, it was all just self-serving acts of sadistic pleasure.

But to let a murder attempt fly? I thought about it more today, and realized that maybe, they were shocked I did that. Maybe it was an unpleasant surprise to find out, that under severe stress, I would make an attempt at their lives. Maybe finding out that I just tried to kill one of them, made them not want to immediately try and do more violence to me. Maybe they were concerned that I injured their family member, and were more preoccupied with that. Maybe the logistics of 'this child just attempted to kill someone' made them slightly less secure in their 'beating children is normal and good' culture, maybe it signaled to them that beating children could be, in fact, a little dangerous. Of course this didn't make them not wanna do it, they just needed to persuade the child to take it and not retalliate, thus 'you'll go to prison if you do that', and afterwards they felt comfortable again, sure that justice is on their side. To make things more sinister, beating children was not even illegal in my country during that time, so what they were doing to me wasn't punishable by law. But if I retalliated, I was a criminal, according to them.

Hitting children did become illegal by the time I was 9, but conveniently nobody bothered informing  me, and I would live many more years in belief that violence towards me was normal, necessary and completely legal, hell I believed that even killing me was legal, because everyone was acting like it very much was and were threatening it left and right.

So the reason I'm thinking about this event, is that I just got some great news. My father has colon cancer. He's currently hospitalized about it. I don't know what stage it is, but the mortality rate for it is high. He might die. He might die.

I am overjoyed. I am hopeful, I am thrilled, I could not be more happy about this. What I started with that pole in the basement, might get finished. If he dies I am free. If he dies, my version of what happened is the only one to exist. I would be safe.

I think my reaction is interesting. Because I know other victims of abuse feel some sort of grief, some sort of pain and guilt for their sick or dying abusers, especially when they're parents, because of the parental bond, and trauma bonding, and victims generally having a lot of empathy and humanity towards abusers. Not me! Apparently my father managed to never even develop the basic parent-child bond with me, and I was ready to kill him by the time I was 6. What kind of shitbag human do you have to be so that your small child tries to kill you with a metal pole and when they hear you're dying, it's the best news of their life? That's such inhumane stuff that all my basic child instincts of attaching to my caretakers got overwritten by the necessity of protecting my life. You did it so badly you messed with human DNA there! Biological instincts voted against your parenthood! Self defense murder was invoked against you. You are ruled out as a bad parent and a life threat by my tiny child instincts.

[seitosokusha]

hear me out, isekai!villainess!dan feng. xingfeng with a side helping of jingheng

Standard set up. Dan Feng gets hit by Truck-kun and wakes up in the novel he just finished reading. He's the villain(ess) older brother to the protag, Dan Heng.

In the novel, Dan Feng is cold and cruel to his younger brother. Imprisoning Dan Heng inside of the house, never letting anyone meet him. Trying to isolate him, control him and keep away from everyone.

The male lead is Yingxing, a genius commoner, who is the one breaks Dan Heng out. Dan Feng goes mad, trying to get his brother back, and ultimately dies at the hands of Yingxing. Dan Heng goes onto his happily ever after with Yingxing.

This, our isekai!DF, thinks is bullshit.

The answer is simple (as per all isekai tropes), avoid that fucking ending.

The problem, isekai!DF doesn't claim to be any warmer than the novel character he's replaced. "How to be a good sibling?" "How to show love and affection to your younger sibling"

Look at this poor sap. He's in such deep water.

DH: You're being nice? Did something happen? DF: ??? -hasn't even done anything to DH- DH: You're paying attention to me. DF: Ah -has been observing and trying to figure out what NOT to do-

isekai!df makes it work!

isekai!DF (somehow!) manages to get a functional(???) relationship with Dan Heng.

Mostly by shutting up, listening to Dan Heng and paying attention to him. (While having a minor crisis because by the Aeons, wtf novel!DF, your younger brother is so starved for attention that this is enough?!)

Then Yingxing wanders into the story. Which isekai!DF has been dreading but surely it's not going to end with his death because Dan Heng is (marginally) happy now, right?

YX -waltzing up to df- "hello, let's get married" DF: ....

DF: did i misread the book?! I'm pretty certain Yingxing was supposed to go to Dan Heng?

Meanwhile in side plot B, Dan Heng is free to leave the house with Dan Feng's blessing and explore. During a trip to the market he runs straight into a stranger. It's crown prince Jing Yuan.

While DF tries to figure out Yingxing is trying to charm him instead of Dan Heng, he is also utterly horrified to learn that DH is seeing JY.

DF: the crown prince? -aghast- DH: -worried things are gonna revert- yes? DF: He's not good enough for you

(Remember DF, locking DH up is not the solution! That's a death flag! )

DH: he's the crown prince? DF: Do you know much *work* that is?! JY: I understand, I must prove myself worthy.

On the other side, JY and YX are besties.

YX was a scholarship student, JY was top of his class and they shouldn't be friends, but they are. YX is such an OP genius that JY is absolutely justified elevating YX up the social ladder. Which is great for YX. Because now he can marry DF because equals. <3

No idea how this ends. Something something 2nd Queen Phantylia has an evil plot to kill her stepson, JY. Something goes wrong, YX becomes Blade under her control. Blade tries to kill DH. JY saves DH, gets injured in the process. DF steps forward.

And Doki doki, true love breaks her hold over him and DF is just like "FUCK FINE! I love you idiot." YX: knew you loved me >:3c DF: The Aeons know why. -head in hands- DH: feng-gege just needed someone stubborn enough to break down his walls.

We end with a wedding, a jingheng wedding.

YX: What! Why aren't we the ones getting married? DF: Because you haven't proposed. YX: ... YX: DF, will you marry me? DF: -smile- yes.

[crimsononiarataki]

"Just the fact that you're tryin' to help me with that is enough for me, Myyrin. Not many people would be willin' to help me due to... well what I am,"

He was glad that she wasn't afraid of him, they'd fought side by side against the group of Kairagi who had thought of her as an easy target. He'd dealt with that group a lot, sometimes just to get their aggression out, the Oni lived near where they 'haunted', but not because of that. It just happened to be where he'd found an old Oni cabin that he wanted to fix up, so he bought the land and the cabin itself to do so. The garden he had beside it was smaller than the one back at the Gang's place, but it was still very useful to him.

Her willingness to aid him with the antihistamine, and her giving her word to give him any information she found about his clan was appreciated. Especially if she came out to learn that very few humans in Inazuma wanted him to reclaim his past. They seemed content merely having him going around not knowing where he came from. There were a few descendants of the humans that his kind had lived among before dying off that were trying to see if they could find anything, too. After all, their families had lived around the Crimson Oni of the Arataki Clan.

"I can come up with a cipher that only I can decipher. Somethin' unique to myself that nobody else will be able to figure out. While whatever it written down will make sense, there'll be somethin' I do that makes it different than normal notes."

Clearly he was thinking hard about how to go about doing something that could help him, maybe using Ishine Script mixed with newer Inazuman would be the best best. Ishine itself had survived on an island that had out of whack ley lines. If it could survive such a calamity then it could survive being written in some notebooks by him. He'd likely number the lines differently too, or use symbols to represent which needed to be deciphered, and which didn't. Shinobu would be the only other one possibly able to decipher anything, especially if he came up missing at some point. She'd be able to follow the notes, and signs that he left behind to find him.

"The only other one who'll understand anythin' I may leave behind in the off chance I come up missin' at any point, would be Shinobu. I trust her with my life. She'd know that if she found a certain symbol that I was in danger, and to get the aid a friend promised me."

Of course, if he was captured while being under the watch of the Shuumatsuban, they'd go and inform Ayato, who would then contact Shinobu to get him the help he needed. She'd likely try to get Heizou, maybe even Sara to help as well, because he was an Inazuman Native, and the last of his kind. He was protected due to that status, but some of the humans wanted to hurt him, or even try to kill him. He'd never done anything to anyone that threatened him but he was very aware that not everyone would like him that much. Which was fine. Perhaps once he learned of his heritage and his past, they'd change their tune.

"I have a few people I can contact, one of 'em I don't like really involvin' in anythin' but I know she'll be willin' to help without askin' for some sort of payment."

He was speaking of the Guuji, while they were friends, he avoided being alone around her for the most part because she liked to be mean to him simply to be mean. They didn't really hang out anymore due to him being and staying busy, and her not really leaving the Shrine. She knew his parents but hadn't told him their names because she was, in her own way, trying to see if he could recall their names without her help. He knew there was something there but he wasn't sure what.

"I have various symbols I use already, Shniobu is aware of 'em, I also know Ishine Script, which is a very old variant of what's now common Inazuman. It's archaic, but I can understand each symbol."

He understood what she meant, leave a trail only he and those he trusted implicitly could follow. Something that only those closest to him could decipher should anything happen to him. He'd not let anything happen but that was beside the point, something could still happen that was outside of his control after all.

"I could teach ya Ishine Script too, that way if you're here, ya can help should somethin' happen to me."

Myyrin smirked slightly, her tone light and teasing as she leaned back. “Don’t thank me just yet, big guy. I haven’t found anything useful, and who knows if I even will. All I’ve got for now is working on that potion to help with your bean allergies. If I get that right, then you can start showering me with gratitude.” Her teasing tone was underscored with genuine affection, though, as if to remind him that his hopes weren’t entirely misplaced.

As she watched him speak about his desire to know more, she couldn’t help but admire the way he carried himself. For someone with so much lost, Itto still managed to be brimming with hope and determination. It was a contrast to her own cynical practicality.

“Writing it all down is a good idea,” she said, her voice softening a bit. “But don’t make it too obvious. Use something that only you—or someone who truly understands you—would recognize. Maybe a code, or symbols tied to you, if you can figure those out. The ley lines…” she hesitated, eyes narrowing as if contemplating the enormity of her own words. “The ley lines are powerful, but they’re also vulnerable. If someone tampers with them, memories, history, even written records tied to them can be altered. You wouldn’t want all this work erased, would you?”

She paused, crossing her arms and staring off into the distance for a moment. “Just think of it as an extra precaution. Write your story in a way that protects it—not just from others but from time itself. That way, no matter what happens, a part of you, of your clan, will survive.” Myyrin gave him a knowing look, one that was both cautious and protective. "It’s better to leave behind a trail that only you can follow, somethin’ personal. Don’t rely on anything that can be rewritten or changed by someone else, especially if you’re already uncertain of your past."

She took a slow breath and sat back, her expression softening again. "You never know who might be watchin' or who might want to tamper with what you’re trying to uncover. Best to be prepared."

[clangrogu]

Batcher is a good girl who takes her job as Crosshair’s emotional support dog very seriously.

That is all.

[spinnertop]

I’ve been compulsively rewatching the tadc pilot and I have one thing to say about Jax. I want this man to hurt! He’s my favorite, I hate him, I want him to be better, I want him to he worse. I need more angst for the purple rabbit man, I must have!

[xxtoxictearzxx]

A redesign of Celestia from mlp. This is my first time actually posting art and this is one I'm proud of. I'm already working on Luna so I might post her next.

For Celestia I wanted to make her a queen since being a princess doesn't make sense for her. She clearly runs things. I also gave her a few scars from her battle with Nightmare Moon because I can. I can't draw feathers well so have mercy on me please. Anyways I'll post Luna when I finish her and yap more then.

Sketch:

[fluffypotatey]

yesterday was my babygirl’s gotcha day so here’s a before and after one year apart

before: Rat™️

after: fluffy baby 🥰

[pipochan]

Who can say no to this adorable red hugging lady :) And I like my Tav, can't even take my gaze away from her :P

I HAVE TO MAKE A FANART FOR THEM. ONLY FOR THEMMM

[masquerain-with-a-mask]

we love tepaste in this house

[filthytheodeckerkinnie]

alice dyer my beloved <3

[peppergrim]

Me @ my oc:

"Baby baby babygirl baby!!🥺💞💕"

Alice: "wtf" ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

[potheteletubby-4]

Guys I walked in my house and my dog is staring at me like this

[solarsleepless]

bea's so cute i love her so much

[septemberlikeastorm]

we've seen qimir/the stranger get disarmed TWICE & be about to get cut down by sol TWICE, & each time he shows NO fear or strong emotion, just "it's been real my dudes. make sure somebody goes back to the cave to turn off my crockpot"

but when osha cries out with the helmet on?? can we talk about his soft, plaintive "Osha???"

how he THROWS HIMSELF to his knees & how his sudden TERROR over losing her wrenches a distraught "No!!!!!!!" from him???

[im-yotsu]

Fast sketch because I just had to draw her