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lyneytricks · 2 months ago

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Come on, won't you tell me more? (Sethoscara) | dividers by cafekitsune

Word count- 3040 words | not proofread, pls tell me if there's any mistakes (if you actually read all this lol)

Sethos has feelings for Wanderer but hasn't realized it yet. This fic is kinda about how his curiosity for the eccentric turns into a meeting and then to infatuation something something etc. Lowkey im just talking and its disguised as a character study disguised as a fic. Wanderer knows Sethos likes him, he doesn't do anything about it (ALSO hasn't realized he likes Sethos) | Also very very brief suggestion of sethos fantazising ab wanderer innapropriately

Sethos is naturally curious. He wants to see, to know and live and experience anything and everything, to touch everything he can afford to have in his grasp.

That is, perhaps, a reason why he is so insistent on knowing more of The Wanderer. Perhaps it is simply his nature to want to come closer to the unknown.

And unknown he is, that man, practically a walking enigma.

Wanderer, Sethos has come to realize, is everything but clear.

His attire is Inazuman, customs and features reminiscent of the nation, as well, even if he does not acknowledge it in a way that is substantial. He speaks of it as if it will burn his tongue, layer of hatred overlayed through his words so thin you can barely notice. For all anyone knows, Sumeru is his home, as always has been, though his ways of speaking betray him. The Snezhnayan accent he has adapted over the years as thick as the snow upon its land, as the walls of the Temple of Silence.

Ah, and his attitude, of course. Sethos tries only to be honest when he says he is unique, and not in a good way, precisely. Though, he has seen the way the other treats children and elders, those young and weak and in need, how he is so kind it shocks even himself.

Wanderer pretends he does not show kindness. That he is not soft, as humans are.

Perhaps, is his final thought, that is why he is so curious, why he finds himself looking and trying over and over. Again and again, he searches until he is exhausted and spent and sore, in search of a glance, a conversation, anything he can get.

Sethos looks and looks, finds himself looking up, up to the now-familiar voice he has filed in his head as “Hat Guy” (Quite silly, isn’t it? That such a serious man, someone of such mystery has such a ‘name’? That the idea he finds himself besotted with has such an unserious title?)

There is a flash of white and blue and the movement of every article of clothing, shadow cast from the ornate and intricate hat the Wanderer wears, and Sethos looks, the giddy smile he is sure is on his face contrasting the Wanderer’s own.

The anemo user tells him something, some teasing comment that the other is meant to react to, meant to hate or like or answer to (It is masked as mocking, though Sethos knows better by now). There is, however, a small truth in his words (“I’d say you are no errand boy at all,”)

He does not, only offering to spend time together with a small truth of his own, (“I’d say you are no student either,”) and the Wanderer is gone, flash of white and blue and no longer a shadow to be noticed.

The Wanderer always finds himself leaving, vanishing from these encounters without a trace (he is exceptionally skilled in being gone, of not being seen when he wishes not to). Sethos, he finds, is honest with him. Too vulnerable, is his first conclusion, though he soon notices the electro user is simply emotional in what he chooses to share. He will not bare open his heart for the Wanderer to see, not at first glance, and it makes the Wanderer curious. Because, of course, the forbidden makes one want.

During their first meetings, the puppet thought Sethos to be nothing more than a pesky bug, a fly he must swat away before it is attached to him. He could not bear to think of the idea of companionship, not with a human. Not with someone he will have to face the thought of losing.

He has found companionship. In Buer, the Traveller (and their annoying pest of a travel companion)

Two of those three he is certain are not mortal, that they will not die unless killed, like he. This, he can manage, this he lets himself, because even though he is not as he once was, he is still as scared and weak for those he finds himself close to.

Loss is not a thing he could handle, and yet.

And yet he finds himself looking, as well, searching out of the corner of his eye for Sethos, finds himself waiting for a voice that never comes at the slightest flash of yellow clothing. He finds he does not run anymore, be it by his own curiosity, or by, Archons forbid, affection.

He holds conversations with the boy (An adult, technically, though he is so young Wanderer cringes at the thought of calling him a man), a back-and-forth fuelled by mutual curiosity that neither Sethos nor he can help but fall for, even if they know every question is a careful ruse.

The Wanderer, Sethos quickly realises, knows how to make himself interesting, how to be alluring. He knows and understands the inner wonders of every mind but his own, uses them in his favour to gain an advantage, to have an upper hand that Sethos is exceptionally weak to.

It is natural, then, that the green-eyed boy takes Wanderer to see things, to watch and experience and know, things Sethos would have liked to be shown by someone he likes (Selfishly, foolishly, Sethos hopes the Wanderer likes him. He reasons that the eccentric does, enough for him to accompany Sethos in these outings, enough for him to appreciate these moments. Right? He dares not ask)

These things, of course, Wanderer has seen before Sethos was even conceived, before he was but an idea in his mother’s dreams and a hope in his father’s mind (before even that, still, though he wishes not to think too much. The idea makes his stomach churn, like he is doing something he should not by entertaining Sethos), and he is so amused by the idea that he cannot help but laugh. A human, trying to teach him things he has all but memorized centuries ago. His voice is an honest, quiet thing. The most sincerity he has let himself show this far, the most he has let himself show that he cares.

“You humans are impressed by anything” He mutters, and even though the sentence alone would sound condescending, the tone in which the Wanderer speaks seems far too vulnerable to be true. (In truth, the puppet is envious of this, the ease in which Sethos is content with nothing and impressed by everything. He, too, was as young and excitable and easy to please as he claims Sethos to be. The memory is bitter, tainted by time and change and knowledge, though he wonders if he will ever be as happy as he was then.)

Sethos, in turn, does not question why the other uses the word ‘Human’ (he is one too, is he not?), offering a grin and an oddly cheeky comment about appreciating beauty. The electro user shoots Wanderer a glare when saying this, and the aforementioned man simply laughs.

He understands what that means. He notices what Sethos’ curiosity has blossomed into, what his lingering stares mean. He knows.

How could he not? The eccentric has lived and seen, experienced far too much not to.

Wanderer thinks, briefly, that he should not let it happen. He should tell Sethos off, crush his hope before it takes root and blooms, before he thinks he may have a chance. He should stop himself before he lets himself hope too much, as well.

He does not.

The puppet realises, then, that he has become incredibly soft. He had once called this behaviour weak, though he now knows it is not (Buer has become horribly insistent on changing his view on emotion, since taking him under his wing). The anemo user does not answer.

He cannot bring himself to, and Sethos notices. He notices, and yet, he says nothing more until it is his hour to part.

The boy says something, then, and though Wanderer’s first reflex is to pull away, he does not. He offers Sethos company during the walk, because the night is dangerous even in the city, and pretends not to notice the flush in Sethos’ face when he agrees.

He is being disgustingly honest.

Why?

He wonders if this is because how he has changed over his time in Sumeru, or because of Sethos. Is someone’s mere presence enough to do such a thing?

Sethos is surprisingly quiet during the walk back, so unlike himself that the Wanderer considers asking. He does not ask, of course, because that is something he cannot let himself, and so he thinks about it for himself instead.

He thinks, for a long time, watching the road. He comes to a conclusion, eventually, that now that the other’s curiosity has been sated, he wants nothing more out of this. That the errand boy will not bother him anymore, as he now knows what is behind the idea of the Vahumana student everyone seems to know the puppet as.

He does not know why the thought makes him slightly bitter, why the idea is difficult to accept.

Quickly the thought vanishes from his mind, perhaps as quickly as it came. He stares as discreetly as he has learnt how to and notices something, finds traces of emotion in the boy’s face that he recognises.

Sethos is quiet because of hesitance. It is the same look the puppet once wore, sitting between bladesmiths and drinking tea because he did not know how to do anything else, cup after cup after cup. Perhaps the boy cannot bring himself to speak, as he once did, or perhaps he cannot find the words.

Regardless, the eccentric lets it happen, lets Sethos squirm and twiddle his thumbs until he finds the courage to speak, while walking beside him, when the Wanderer stands at his doorstep (Cyno’s, though Sethos is staying for now) “I’ve been wondering, what’s your name?” The boy asks, tone as cheerful as it is hesitant (Wanderer has always questioned how Sethos can be so happy every single time they speak. Maybe it is only because of who he is speaking to)

At that, Wanderer laughs. It is not mocking, because the question is so absurd to him that he cannot help but laugh. The amusement rolls off his tone in a way that is almost contagious, and Sethos finds it that he, too, finds the question absurd. Because why wouldn’t it be? This is what made him anxious? It is ridiculous, in a sense “I have no name. Call me what you wish”

Sethos looks unamused, at best. Wanderer finds his expression horribly amusing, brows furrowed and lips pouty (Like a child throwing a tantrum, like an animal searching for mercy. If the eccentric did not know better, he would think that Sethos’ eyes are wet with unshed tears. That is not the case, he thinks, because how could the boy be so affected by Wanderer’s words?)

“That’s… Not what I’m searching for,” the boy says, tone and words and everything about him so honest, so straightforward. It is overwhelming, being able to know so much about another, someone else letting him see so much. He will ruin this boy’s good will, if not for his personality but for his nature. Everything he is allowed to touch is doomed to rot, and it is fear that almost keeps him from hearing what the other man says to him “everyone seems to call you by some sort of nickname, what exactly is your name?”

The electro wielder speaks as if that will change the answer he is given. It is somewhat pathetic, like watching a deer try to get up. It sparks an emotion in the eccentric’s mind that he cannot place, this specific sort of pity that he feels when watching this display.

The Wanderer, in turn, decides to offer Sethos mercy. A promise for information, knowledge presented right within arms’ reach.

Of course, Wanderer dares not present the name that the boy so deeply yearns for, will not lay bare his ‘heart’ for the other to see so quickly, not without push and pull and struggle and teeth.

“You can ask the Traveller for the name they call me by, I care not for what name I am called. Do not ask me this again next time.” Is the answer he finds himself giving, words carefully calculated in its cadence and tone. (As always, are they not? Wanderer never finds himself being truly honest, even when he claims to.)

The conversation fizzles out eventually, words becoming fewer and fewer and more spread out inbetween the silence of Sumeru’s night, until there is nothing left of it but a memory of each other's voice and a wish to hear it again, rekindle the conversation.

Eventually, Sethos gives off a polite goodbye, and though Wanderer scowls at the affection in the boy’s eyes, he gives a goodbye of his own. The boy is not at fault for his feelings, Wanderer reminds himself. Sethos has no choice but to be human, with all the horrible consequences being one takes.

The puppet pretends, then, as he reaches the Sanctuary of Surasthana, that he does not hear Buer’s incessant questions. (“Aw, you made a new friend, Hat Guy! What’s he like? When did you meet him? Where?”) She looks out for him, though he cannot convince himself to enjoy the treatment. He feels like a child, being coddled in such a manner. It makes him overwhelmed from the affection, the thought that anyone could ever wish to treat him in the manner Buer does without having an ulterior motive. The fact that she does not, then, is one of the reasons why he is so confused over these actions. He wishes not to, and will not, dwell over his emotions any more than he already has for today.

Sethos does ignore his company, as well, though it is easier for him to avoid Cyno. Smart and good at interrogating as the General Mahamatra may be, he cannot read someone’s mind, does not possess the power the Lesser Lord does.

It is easier to ignore questioning when the one being questioned cannot be bothered to think about who is speaking to them. Sethos’ mind loops over and over and over again over the promise of a next time, the thought as appealing as it makes him dizzy. Wanderer’s mere presence makes him horribly tense, and still, he reaches for the feeling anyway. He wonders how much more he can take before falling apart at the seams.

Sleep does not come easy to him, then, anticipation building in his being until it threatens to burst out of him as if he were a rope stretched far too wide. Sethos has to get up a lot, he finds, to calm his overactive head and beating heart, doing and organizing and making in the guest room Cyno has so very kindly let him use during the times he wishes to stay in Sumeru City.

And so, the next morning he is off before sunrise, a flash in Cyno’s peripheral vision and the sound of keys rustling so familiar that the General does not question it until the boy is outside, running as if he was being chased. Cyno can see it, the flash of yellow and a quick spark of electro right at the corner of the window, just barely enough for the General to notice it (he was planning to play Genius Invokation TCG with Sethos during his idle time... Oh well, he’ll just have to ask later.)

Sethos searches like a man starved, as if the knowledge of a name he will barely bring himself to use will be his salvation. If he was anyone else, Sethos would have thought himself to look silly, searching like that. The Traveller is that, a traveller. What chance is there that he will find them in Sumeru at all, let alone in the city?

He eats outside, while he walks (even if the elders in the streets tell him that he should not), because the fear of missing out on meeting who he is in search for when he is indoors makes Sethos’ stomach churn, bargaining with street vendors and eating while he searches, looking and looking and looking over and over again.

He finally finds what he is looking for as the sun sets, watching the Traveller speak to their travel companion with some type of bittersweet joy in their expression. (The Traveller always looks like that, like they are never truly happy. It makes Sethos as curious as it makes him sad. They do not deserve to be as bitter as they are, Sethos believes. Not when they have done so much good)

He makes polite conversation with them, then (even if he feels guilty for interrupting), until finally he gets what he desires, the knowledge he has been in search for the entirety of the day. He hears the Traveller pronounce it in such a robotically mastered Inazuman that it makes Sethos surprised, and he tries it over and over on his own lips until it stops having meaning.

He always does that, exhaust any new incentive as soon as he lays hand on it. Perhaps it is because of his previously sheltered life, that every new thing he acquires is something he wishes to try and learn as soon as he can. Perhaps, though this new knowledge does not tire him. It does not become bland and tasteless after he repeats it, does not lose its appeal.

Sethos would wager it becomes more enchanting, with how even the mere vision of blue makes him flush and stammer, stop in his tracks and look until he sees nothing, until he finds that what he is searching for never comes.

He feels ashamed for what he thinks, then, the thoughts that swirl in his head as he tries to fall into slumber. Sethos has always thought these things to be normal, these desires, though he has thought of his feelings towards the Wanderer to be nothing more than curiosity up until now.

Perhaps it is, then, that this curiosity is giving him more than he bargained for.

#dont percieve me the tags r for reach #kunikuzushi #scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer gi #scaramouche gi #sethos #sethos gi #Sethoscara #sethos x scaramouche #Luz's writing ✧.*

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cherrirui-official · 2 months ago

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Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 5/7)

Like i said previously im gonna try to finish these before the end of the year so expect to see the rest of these guys very soon (hopefully)

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there’s gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I’ll be linking here when done vvv

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

Designs under the cut!

JAYWEED:

Jayweed used to be part of the Sprigatito line before death, as evident by his cat-like features and his vague association with plants.

His arms are transparent, and can't really come into contact with anything besides Jayweed himself.

Can see spirits and talk to them, but chooses not to. He doesn't want to "waste his time" with the dead.

The creepiest thing about Jayweed is that his pupils aren't attached to his eyes... I...don't know what to do with that information but hey! It's info!

Somehow able to escape the friendbox without any outside interference. We don't know how he manages to do that.

He knows where you are. Start running.

LUKE:

Despite popular belief, Luke is not affiliated with Tulip in any way, shape, or form. They have done a collaboration at one point though.

He started his cult after growing bored of his mundane life as a simple model. He knows all the stuff he says is completely fake, but his followers still eat it up anyways. Pests, the lot of them.

Luke often goes on different podcasts in order to preach his word to a wider audience. Most of them seem to be outputted by him... well except for Braidy and Mykyie.

Luke is the only one to know about Cookie's past, but he never brought it up to anyone else for some reason...

He isn't afraid to put himself in danger, in fact he seems to enjoy the thrill of it.

It takes approximately 45 minutes for Luke to do his hair.

GERBICYCLE 2:

Gerbicycle 2 was made by Turo after being commissioned by Iono to make a delivery bot for her.

He met both Grace and 4est before the events of friendlocke, as they were all in Area Zero at some point in the past

It is scarily easy to convince him to go through even the most ridiculous of plans, as Gerbicycle doesn't exactly put much thought into consequences and stuff like that. It seems that somebody took advantage of that.

He initially wasn't programmed to feel emotions, though he is slowly learning how to.

When he's not in his work attire he likes to wear hawaiian shirts... it is unknown when or why he started to wear them.

Gerbicycle 1 died of food poisoning... how that happened to a robot is unbeknownst to me.

That's it for now! Uhmm... disintegrates

#THEYRE HERE THEYRE HERE AHUGYDVHJKFOEIUY #I feel like I drew Peppy a little bit differently this time around. I think it's the eyes hrrmmm #Only two more batches to go and Ill finally be free... ough #but yeah heres Jay Luke and Gerber!!#cherris canvas #friendlocke #friendlocke violet #violet gijinka au #saltydkdan #cw eye contact #cw eye imagery #<- thanks luke

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writingwithcolor · 2 years ago

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Jewish dryad character: non-human Jewish characters

writingthrowaway asked:

Is it ever acceptable to write a non human Jewish character as a goyim? I am writing an urban fantasy story with a mostly non human cast, and there Is going to be a discussion of religion at one point and one of the characters (a part human, part dryad) is explaining that being non human and having magic doesn’t give any answers, just different questions. His character feels very Jewish to me, but I am wary of creating a non human Jewish character due to the history of anti semitic portrayals of Jewish people as non human. I would avoid things like horns, green skin, etc, but am still worried.

At risk of being redundant, a grammatical note: “-im” is a plural ending in Hebrew and Yiddish. Seraphim, Nephilim, lechayim, and yes, goyim, are all plural. The singular is goy. It’s also not necessary or particularly more respectful to express that you’re not Jewish by saying “I’m a goy” than by saying “I’m not Jewish.” It’s not disrespectful, it’s just not necessary. If something feels meaningful to you about saying “I’m a goy,” “I’m a gaijin,” “I’m a gringo,” etc, you do you, and now you’re able to do it less incorrectly.

As to your actual question, I think it’s lovely to show non-human, non-villainous characters practicing Judaism. Although we don’t proselytize, we do accept converts, and there’s a lot to play with in questions about how someone with different biological and potentially social needs would practice Judaism, although that would require a significant amount of research to write from the outside. Having that person be linked with trees is especially interesting, since Judaism has a lot to say about trees in a lot of contexts. If the character is half human and half dryad, that might open the door for you to learn more about the experiences of multiracial and mixed Jews, as their experiences might mirror those. I might point you to Rabbi Angela Buchdahl, who has written publicly about her experience as a mixed-race Jewish child and public figure, as a possible inspiration.

You listed a few tropes of non-human character attributes to avoid, and you’re right about them. I encourage you to consider also the negative tropes attached to Jewish human characters. In a previous ask I listed some negative stereotypes of Jewish masculinity, and noted that many of them are only negative if the context is set up to frame them that way. You could choose either to avoid giving your Jewish, half-human man any of those attributes, or to include some of those attributes but frame them as positive or endearing, particularly the ones about a character’s looks or intellect, but for instance I would avoid demonstrating his Jewishness through tropes like having poor boundaries with his mother or being unusually cowardly. I don’t think you’re headed in that direction but it was worth saying.

Honestly I love the idea of non-human Jewish characters, it sounds like you’re conscious of the tropes involved, and I think you’re on the right track for creating this character sensitively and well.

-Meir

Since we have an actual Jewish tree holiday and your character is part tree creature I'd love to watch a character like that celebrate Tu Bishvat 💚

I agree with Meir that yes non human Jewish characters! But I disagree about gentiles/outsiders/etc. using “goyim” for themselves just because it’s a word in another language that you don’t actually need. It means “nations” and to me it has an “everyone else” connotation. But I’m just one person so feel free to listen to either one of us on this. I think the reason it strikes me as off is the use of a random word in a language you aren't using for anything else but that specific word, when there is a word in your language. Like it has the same vibe to me as saying you want the atmosphere in your reading nook in your apartment to evoke "shalom" rather than just saying you wanted it to evoke peace, if you're an English speaker. But yeah my response is mostly the "everyone else around us" connotation I'm used to associating with the word. Again, please don't take either me or Meir as law, we're just demonstrating the two Jews three opinions phenomenon.

—Shira

#Jewish #supernatural beings #dryad #goya #Jewish holidays #Jewish culture #representation #asks

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myillusions · 1 year ago

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Noisy Sunday (Joel Miller x f!reader)

Summary: You've entered a mindset you're unsure how to come back from, your own emotions drowning you in a pool of despondency. Joel is there, trying to help you pull away from it.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: HEAVYYY angst, fluff, cursing, large descriptions of depression, anxiety, dark thoughts, comfort, undefined age gap (reader is of age), kind of dark themes its very somber

A/N: hi hi!! oh my, im so sorry i havent posted in so long. life has been so busy lately with exams and work, but here's this whilst i struggle with that and writers block! sorry (not rlly) that its so angsty, THANK YOU SO MUCH to anyone who reads, i hope u enjoy lovelies! also please please PLEASE i cannot stress this enough; if any of the warnings i've stated make you uncomfortable, please DO NOT read this!! and for anyone who may need to talk, my messages are always open <33

It’s peculiar, you think. How it eats away at you, gnawing down against supple flesh when you’ve already been forcefully spiralled onto the floor. Most say it’s like greeting an old friend; and you agree. It’s almost like reuniting with a family member whom you rarely see at a gathering. The one which then continue to pester you with inquiries you don’t have the vigour to answer.

It comes in a moment. Sometimes for no reason at all. It reminds you of the subject which stops your musical theatre production mid-way, shining a glaring light towards you whilst you stare wide-eyed back; a deer caught in the headlights. Your character starts to break down around you whilst you’re stood onstage, its pieces cascading along your incapacitated physique like thrashing water which you’ve just dived into from a twenty-foot jump, limbs flailing by your head until the inevitable crash through the translucent liquid stings at your skin.

It attaches itself like a shadow to you, not always so visible yet constantly looming from around your shoulder. It never really made sense to you, how the more the light shines against this tenebrosity, the darker the shadow it casts. Shading you. Smothering you. A copiously adamant fire which refuses to be extinguished, its embers dancing up past the hillocks perched in the distance and threatening to singe anyone who comes near.

It made you yearn for a reposeful night, where the stars shimmered like pools of water in reflection to the sea rather than your own tears surging down your cheeks. Where a modest zephyr tapped gently at your swaying hair, twirling locks around its invisible finger gingerly. Where the whole world paused on its axis, bringing forth those few moments of pure solace. Nothing to bother you, and nothing for you to bother.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” A husky voice drawls out from beside you after the door to the front patio squeals open on its hinges, revealing Joel; adorned in his sleepwear of blue plaid print trousers and a black long-sleeved sweater. Considering his normal attire of worn-down jeans and a permanent scowl, he looked almost ridiculous, but in an admiring sort of way. His inquiry forcefully dragged you from the dazed state you had found yourself caught in, your eyes hauling themselves to face him laboriously slow, like it was strenuous to do so. You blinked a multitude of times to attempt to clear your head of its cloudiness.

You gave a harsh swallow before you even attempted to reply, “Not long. I just needed some water and air.” You lied right through your teeth, wincing towards the factor that a glass of water was sitting idly beside you on a tall and round wooden coffee table, still full to the brim with the reflecting liquid. Joel didn’t look convinced. To be honest, you had maybe caught a total of eight hours of sleep in the past three or four days, if lucky. Your body drums with craving for rest at the deprivation, but you couldn’t bring yourself to relax for long enough to lull into even a light rest, thoughts striking their way through forcefully in the canvas of your head, ripping downwards to leave their mark fiercely, consistently reminding you that pain is not an easy thing to ignore.

If you could say the apocalypse surfacing has brought you anything, it’s that it’s made you tired. So tired. But there are two types of tired, you suppose; one is a dire need of sleep, the other is a woeful need for peace.

Joel exhales past his nose harshly, his head dipping downwards for a moment, maybe in disappointment- you’re not sure. Either way, your stomach lurches with guilt, and you turn your head to face forward once again and pay rigorous attention to each detail lining the Jackson street in front of your given accommodation. The street was entirely empty, the only sound to be heard within earshot being the light whisk of the breeze against your supple skin, reddening the tip of your nose and turning your fingertips numb. You should’ve guessed Joel wouldn’t believe your white lie. Knowing him, he likely noticed you retracting the sheets from your legs and his arms strewn around your waist at just the start of the night, before tiptoeing down the stairs as quietly as possible to weave through the kitchen then to the front patio, where you have been set for a couple of hours now.

You’re both silent for multiple pregnant pauses, and you have to fight the urge to nibble nervously against your bottom lip, apprehension swirling within your chest.

“Do you want to come back to bed?” Joel tries cautiously, to which you visibly tense. You tilt your chin downwards dubiously, before giving an almost indistinguishable shake of your head from side-to-side.

Joel doesn’t give a response to your discreet answer, but instead pushes himself forwards from where he’s leaned against the doorframe to move past you and settle against the uncomfortable wooden chair opposite your own. The chair creaks as he perches himself there, the only intruding sound to the tranquillity before it swallows you both whole once again, thudding against the thin air which is gradually turning palpable. It’s suffocating.

“…Would you-“ He starts, his gaze turning upwards from the patios surface to face you, “Want to talk about it?”

Your heart throbs agonisingly at his offer, your fingertips tracing the wrecked linen material of your pants. You try a small, consoling smile, one that barely reaches your eyes; your head lifting to face him.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You murmur back, sombrely. You weren’t fibbing about this, though. There was no explanation as to why you were feeling this surge of perplexing emotions. It appeared as if it were just a protruding root sticking awkwardly out from the soiled terrain, its only task to trip and surprise anyone who were unfortunate to tread along. Even if you wanted to talk with Joel about it, you weren’t sure how to put it into words. It’s fine, until it’s not; a surprise.

“I can’t help you if you won’t let me.” Joel speaks, his voice softer than usual, as though he was afraid for what your reaction would be.

You bottom lip purses as you bite down against your tongue roughly, almost drawing blood to quarrel against the melancholy rising in your throat. You’re not sure how to reply- you don’t wish to reply. You would rather descend into the quietude than face this situation. It’s not that you liked the silence, no- you actually despised it. Silence gave any thoughts swirling around the midst of your head permission to inflate and rise to the surface, bobbing up and down there, whilst its limbs helplessly thrash around, wishing to get back to shore.

It's only after you notice that Joel is still peering over at you expectantly do you swallow gratingly, opening your mouth to answer.

“Well, I- It’s not anything, I’m fine-“

“Why can’t you just stop for once in your life?”

“What?” You ask, your voice cracking at its edges. Your brows shoot upwards at his words, taken aback.

“You lie to me, act like you’re okay- when you’re so clearly not and you won’t even let yourself realise that you need help.” He speaks sternly, eyes firmly trained on you- whilst you can’t even meet his gaze, eyesight shifting to anywhere but where he’s sat opposite you.

You weigh over your words, a trepidatious lump forming inside your throat. Your vision blurs at its corners, your brain fogging over with despondency.

“Please don’t make me say it.” You eventually speak again, your voice strained painfully, as your head drops down in a swaying motion, defeated.

Joel doesn’t reply, but instead reaches forward, gently placing his hand atop your own where its set against your thigh. He gives a gentle squeeze, urging you to blink back up towards him, where he’s peering at you with a softened gaze; and you can’t fight off the tears that instantaneously build up against your vision, attempting to rip past your shields and barriers which are gradually toppling down around you.

“I am barely holding on.” You admit, your shoulders slumping forward with the heaved effort of speaking without letting a cry rip through in interruption, causing a few teardrops to plunge down the canvas of your cheeks. A harrowing headache thrums against your forehead, your field of view only worsening, but not enough that you can’t see the way that Joel’s expression is overcome with visible empathy, which only results in making your stomach lurch more.

“And I-“ You exhale sharply, “And I can’t even tell you why. I just- there’s this thing, and it’s weighing over my shoulders. I can’t shake it.”

“You don’t have to find the perfect words. Just tell me what you’re feeling. I’m here.” He encourages softly.

“It’s like- like I’m here, but I’m not. I’m away from my body, watching over myself; whilst continuously being dragged backwards by this unknown force- pushing me somewhere I think I know. It’s like déjà vu, when you walk into a room, and you don’t where you know or remember it from, but you can feel that you recognise it. I-I’m angry, I’m sad and I’m confused. Maybe I just have a built-up resentment against the world.” You speak rather sullenly, but try to mask it with a small, tight-lipped smile towards Joel once your brief monologue comes to an end.

“I can’t say I know exactly what you’re feeling. But… I don’t want you to push me away. I want to try and help you, in any way that I can. But I can’t if you won’t allow me to. And… I don’t want it to seem like I’m tryin’ to coddle you, or anythin’. It’s because- y’know, I care about you.” Joel speaks steadily, his gaze shimmering with uncertainty.

Your heart lurches downwards in repentance with his words, as though you were liable for your own shifting thoughts and feelings. It bruises you; how much you’ve allowed your emotions to take hold, guiding the wheel in a swerve as rubber burns against asphalt distastefully. How far you’ve come, just to end up here. You know you need help. You’re just unsure how to accept any. But you know that you wish to breathe again. To hold out a hand to loved ones. To be afraid of death again. To have excitement at the idea of different winding roads. To feel free as a light breeze washes against your skin, clearing any distress from you in a wave. You wish to dream again. This longing is what powers your words onwards, as you peer over at Joel, vulnerable,

“I need help.”

Joel’s hand raises from the back of your palm, and instead encompasses your icy fingers with his warmer ones, intertwining them. He searches your eyes for a moment, and once he discovers a bold outline of authenticity, he promptly nods towards you.

“Together?”

“Together.” You reply.

It evokes a memory of a familiar oak tree. One you were very accustomed to when you were younger, before the outbreak. As a child, you used to wonder down the street to the park perched at the end after every school day. Outlining the grounds, just opposite a wooden bench, was an oak tree. Tall and mighty; confidence resonating from its stance, daring anyone to meddle with it. Thick arms branching from its moss-coated wood, whilst the lime-coloured leaves bundled against each other cascaded the surrounding distance in shade. You would lay beneath it, basking in the frigid yet reassuring atmosphere it created, hair messily sprawled out around your head. You would frequently come to the spot to just rest within the constant spiralling of the world, watching as the tree’s features changed with the reoccurring seasons; its leaves shifting from green to gold, from gold to ginger, then from ginger to cherry, and then falling, oscillating down to the soil with the wind, before repeating its cycle. It was almost soothing, watching its colours shift around with the change of the earth, whilst resolutely remaining staunch in its attitude, its branches a prime symbol of vigour. Changing, but still remaining what it is; strong. You deeply envied that, and hoped- wished, that someday you would build yourself up to resemble that oak tree.

"We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick." - Atticus

Noisy Sunday - Patrick Watson

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Hi chicken! Apologizes if this is something you have answered in the past, but how would one get rid of entity attachments? Why do they occur and how do you identify if it’s attached? Additionally, for example, if something followed you home and won’t leave even after banishing and it got through your protections and wards, what do you do in this case?

(Entity attachment anon!) I forgot to ask, is it possible for entities to attach even if you’ve layered personal protections on? I don’t think I’ve ever encountered anyone having this problem but I’m deeply curious.

Hi, Anon! Major UPG post alert ^-^

So this is a huge topic and I'm afraid there are no easy answers. If we're talking about entity attachments, what I've mostly experienced are entities who are just targeting people because they've already got a foothold.

I find the "energy cord" theory to be more effect than cause. In other words, if a linking energy cord is present it's because the spirit is haunting a person; the cord doesn't cause the haunting, but rather reflects and demonstrates the relationship between two or more things.

I don't know if I really believe in "attachments," specifically. Sometimes, certain spirits can become fixated on a person in the interest of causing harm or for deleterious personal gain, but this doesn't necessarily mean there is any special magical link between the spirit and the person being haunted. It's not an attachment so much as it is targeted harassment.

But I'm also a little hesitant on the topic because IME, it's very easy to interpret "a spirit is upset in my vicinity" to "I am being victimized by a negative spiritual attachment."

Also, if it sounds like something the Warrens would say, I'm extra hesitant to adopt it into my worldview.

For example, plenty of unpleasant spirit encounters happen because a spirit accidentally got trapped inside of a household. It's upset and it wants to leave, but the practitioner is taking steps contrary to solving the actual issue. If a spirit is trapped inside the house and the practitioner responds by redoubling wards and commanding the spirit to leave, the issue becomes intransigent; the practitioner doesn't understand why the problem is happening, so they are taking actions that seem rational, but in actuality can't solve the problem.

My take on resolving unwanted spiritual intrusions is therefore a pretty practical, but boring one: resolving them requires an understanding of why they are happening, and how to form an appropriate action plan centered around effective sorcerous techniques.

There are plenty of reasons why a person could have attracted unwanted spiritual attention, and they're all boring stuff too: You stole something from nature that wasn't yours to take, you worked magic in a place you shouldn't have worked magic in, you targeted someone who has their own spiritual protectors, you're behaving like someone who needs to learn a lesson and the lesson has arrived, you accidentally opened doorways that spirits stepped through, you modified the spell without understanding the steps, you started getting involved in things that were none of your business and now business is getting involved with you, and so on.

It's never "an evil spirit followed me home for no reason and walked through all of my wards and now it's attached to me."

It's always "oh yeah, last year I made a promise to a nature spirit in that park to bring it offerings every week, but I forgot, but trees are supposed to be cool, right? No, I don't remember the promise ritual I performed, but I do remember that I invited the spirit to come visit me whenever it wanted. Hey, wait, is that why it could walk past my wards?"

From time to time, the exact cause of an unwanted spirit haunting can't be discovered, or doesn't matter. Some times unwanted spirits kind of just do float in and start causing problems, but those problems are resolved through effective sorcery. This means not only casting effective spells, but also employing an effective strategy.

If the banishing didn't work, it was either an ineffective spell, or an ineffective strategy. The angry dryad isn't being banished because the jar wards you put up 18 months ago have a clause about always protecting invited guests from harmful magic. It doesn't matter if you're casting a good banishment; it's a bad strategy to resolve the situation.

This is probably going to sound a little mean of me, but if someone said that a spirit just walked through all of their protections and wards and can't be banished, my immediate assumption is not that it's a powerful spirit who has become specially attached. My assumption is that the person is working with ineffective magical techniques.

So a lot of dealing with unwanted spiritual intrusions isn't just attack and defense. It's also investigation, diplomacy, and strategy.

You ask if it's possible for a spirit to become "attached" to a person even if they have lots of personal protections, but I'm not sure my beliefs agree with the question itself. Could a spirit force a harmful connection with someone who is extremely well-protected? Maybe, but I doubt it. At a certain point, a point not even very difficult to reach, protection becomes so all-encompassing that it is transformative.

But also, having many protection amulets isn't the end-all, be-all of protection against unwanted spiritual attention. I suffered from unwanted contact for years that my strongest banishing and protection couldn't touch, and then immediately resolved it with a basic spell that employed an entirely different strategy.

At the end of the day, though, effectively dealing with unwanted spiritual intrusions can be complex and require a lot of different skills to appropriately tackle, even if the situation is easy to resolve once you understand what's going on.

So if you've found yourself in a pickle and there don't appear to be any doors leading out of the fun house, then I'd recommend just hitting up a spirit doctor. Not to speak too broadly, but it's the job of such folks to remedy problems caused by spirits.

Various doctors have various specializations, but many of them are able to directly intercede on your behalf or at least provide the information necessary to resolve the issue.

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wizard-loving-wizard · 11 days ago

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i have devastating news that will affect no one else so much as me so i don't feel bad sharing it but i just have to tell someone or the void of the internet will do

so jordon brown is the (un)official dropout reporter who i have mentioned a couple times before on here. he posts all about dropout and interviews a bunch of the dropout cast. i have gotten super into watching his videos and subbed to his patreon cause he's got exclusive interviews and stuff. he's also the reason i got obsessed with vic michaelis whom i am now very attached to, so it's like this weird four-dimensional inverted parasocial vortex BUT NEVER MIND THAT

unnecessary lore BUT he found dropout in the first place because he was actually a TAZ fan originally and then started watching dimension 20 during the pandemic. but he's still a mcelroy fan and he interviewed the brothers recently. he's a true fan like he asked them about death blart and everything.

anyways the new development is that while he was livestreaming the other day, he mentioned he had a very silly idea for a video that would involve going to vegas and filming there. i made the connection to death blart pretty quick since that basically happened in the latest episode lol. i took a long shot and commented asking if it was related to paul blart mall cop 2, completely expecting jordon to ignore me, cause there's no way it was actually about that... right???

WRONG. jordon. said. i was. RIGHT. he acknowledged my comment in the stream, saying "[username] knows what im talking about!" or something like that and i just about lost my mind

soooo this is like AMAZING? jordon brown x death blart content would be SO GOOD. he's so funny so i know whatever he does will be great.

however. howeverrrr. he mentioned going to vegas at the same time as a specific show, which is happening on october 31st 2025. and this is actually very good timing for death blart since it's yknow. just around Thanksgiving NEXT YEAR.

so now i have the prospect of this beautiful hilarious content rattling around in my head, but now i have to wait almost a year for it?? If it even happens???

i shouldn't have said anything on stream cause ive cursed myself with this knowledge with no promise of satisfaction.

let's hope that the boys follow through and recruit aabria for a mall cop themed one-shot next year that comes around sooner than october so i can get some more silly blart content T-T

#this is not a real problem #im complaining about nothing #my head is just so far up my own fandom ass at this point lmao #i cant help it i must must must love. insanely #text

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 1 year ago

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infodumps abt a new au idea (the demon-familiars au, or the un-familiars au)

TL,DR: Reader is a witch/wizard hired by a town to handle a poltergeist/demon problem (Vanny has a cult and is trying to summon demons lol), but they aren't very good at being a witch/wizard and after a bunch of 'throwing things at the wall to see if anything sticks' and absolutely nothing working, they, in a panic, kind of accidentally summon Sun and Moon, who are equally shocked to see them and after a bunch of staring at each other like ?????????? reader ropes Sun and Moon into helping them and hides them in plain sight as their 'familiars' until they've taken care of the demonic cult problem, promising to send them home as soon as things are ok again. PLOT TWIST THEY GET ATTACHED TO EACH OTHER AND KISS PROBABLY HAHAHAAAAAA

(the long initial ramblings/brainstorming i did w the space aces in discord is copy-pasted below, if anyone wants only vaguely coherent ideas n concepts abt this au and ur willing to torture urself, go nuts w it ig lol)

taken directly from the space aces discord, i present: the reason all of my aus are barely coherent and somehow overly thought through and barebones all at once, as shown by the following example (unfamiliars au edition)

weird silly demons/familiars Sun Moon au where Reader is a (less than talented) amateur witch/wizard trying to lie themselves into a position of relative security (bc theyve had to move three different times bc towns shun n drive away witches/wizards that proves to be unhelpful) and they werent actually trying to summon sun n moon so they end up getting them involved in their scheme but oops there is some kind of other demonic threat that is actually a big problem and oops oops now we have to seriously work together to not get killed by the other eviller demon or the cult summoning it while also fooling the townsfolk into thinking that u r competent and have everything under control

Sun and Moon, a couple of demons just chilling when suddenly summoned to the material world: what in the heck Reader, having just performed a spell/ritual they've never read the instructions for backwards and facing the wrong cardinal direction: SHUT UP AND PRETEND TO BE MY FAMILIAR FOR A MINUTE OR WE ARE BOTH GONNA GET KILLED, BURNING-ON-A-CROSS STYLE

hhhgj i just had. a rlly sappy idea for the 'familiars' part

basically like. witches n wizards naturally end up casting their own 'summoning' spell for their familiar at some point, most of th time when they are really starting to understand and control their magic? so to see a witch or wizard without one it's like 'wow they're a beginner' or 'something is wrong with them, why dont they have a familiar??'

so Reader asks Sun n Moon to pretend to be their familiars partly bc 'uh oh i summoned two whole entire demons without even meaning to i have to make this look intentional' and 'if i have a familiar the people will assume im a Real Witch/Wizard and respect me more'

and at one point when they r getting to be like, actual friends instead of 'weird roommates', Sun gets curious bc ofc he does

Sun: Soooo,, we're your pretend-familiars? Reader: Yea Sun: Sooooooooo,, do u not have a familiar? I've never heard of a wizard with no familiar Reader, visibly upset/disappointed (in themselves): Yeah, well, it turns out it's only the witches and wizards with actual skills that can summon familiars. So. Couldn't tell you if I've got one or not, I've never managed a proper summoning spell. Sun, foot in his mouth: oh,, Reader: Yep.

and then later. It turns out. There are ways to make a demon into a familiar! Turns out in the distant past some wizards used to make demons they frequently summoned for spell/magic services into familiars bc it was way easier than just doing the entire summoning ritual every single time

but at this point, Reader and Sun n Moon are close enough to be good friends, and Reader doesnt want to force that kind of permanent connection on them, they probably just want to go home, theyre probably sick of being here and being around u, and,,, u get the idea

and Sun n Moon dont wanna force that kind of permanent connection on YOU bc what if ur sick of them, or ur tired of feeding and housing them or putting up with their jokes n bickering, or maybe after everything u really dont want anything to do with demons!!!

so there's a lot of sad pining that none of them know abt

bc ofc they r all idiots in this au sorry thems the rules

and then at some point there is some big threat/place they have to go to, or maybe Reader gets injured in a fight, idk take ur pick, anyway in a heat of the moment panic Moon is like 'HEY U WANT US TO BE UR FAMILIARS RIGHT??' and reader like barely conscious is like 'w??? yea??????' thinkin he means the pretend thing theyve had going on

anyway spur of the moment/'im doing this to save ur life bc i love u' familiar binding spell/ritual performed BAM now ur stuck together

and when everything is calm again n the fighting is over reader looks at Moon and is like 'so ur like,, my actual familiar now,,' and Moon, sweating bullets, unsure if this is rlly what u wanted or if u went with it out of fear of dying, is like 'yyyyyyyyyes?'

and reader starts bawling their eyes out and kisses him bc this is like. th dream scenario to u

anyway reader n sun n moon are th worlds least likely wizard/familiars combo but somehow they r absolutely unstoppable together thank u for coming to my tedtalk

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hexxedundead · 1 month ago

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Spoiler warning for anyone who hasn’t seen it — This is my person thoughts on the movie and my own Movie Review.

Feel free to comment and give your thoughts too.

Trigger Warning: SA/R, Violence, Blood, Drug Use

Movie Review-ish (more so my thoughts and opinion) :

I just wanna say, this move truly was great.

I’m not sure why but watching the trailer I felt like it wasn’t gonna be great. I had low hopes for it for some reason but obviously my thoughts have changed.

At first, when watching the trailer, I thought that casting choice for the men were so strange. I felt it was weird Channing Tatum was playing such a creepy dude. But while watching the movie… I get it. It was on purpose. They guys were suppose to be a weird choice and now I really liked that they casted them. Men that people were fond of. My personally, I love Channing Tatum. I have watched his movies for a long time. I watched Haley Joel Osment movies when he was a child. Simon Rex from scary movie 3, my favorite out of the franchise. Men who I loved watching. Men who felt “safe”.

Just like the main character, Frida (Naomi Ackie), who was fond of Slater King (Channing Tatum). She was essentially a fan of his who she felt an attachment for. She felt safe enough around to accept his invitation to go to his private island.

It was sad and scary… as much as the movie didn’t really seem like it throughout, once it got to the relieving of what’s actually been going on… it was very sad and scary to know that people seem one way and are totally not how it actually is. I think it truly had a great message.

I also loved the change in Sarah (Adria Arjona) who was very much about herself and trying to get the man and against other women; then coming to the understanding that women can be there for other women and sometimes that’s all you have to help you are the other women. That you need to stand will women to help them.

Another thing I liked that they added were the other characters that weren’t exactly part of the abuse, but sat back and watched. Slater King’s assistant Stacy purposefully chose to forget. Stacy representing women who stand by and let men do bad things to other women. The same thing with the character Lucas. He didn’t do anything to the women but he also didn’t do anything to help the women.

I think this movie was a wonderful representation of abused and power some men have over women. I love the symbolism within the movie and each character. It truly was a great movie.

Questions I still have:

I do wonder what the red symbolized or if it was just a creative touch throughout the movie. There was a lot of white and placements of red in just about every single shot.

What did the raspberry’s symbolize? They were constantly being shown and I felt they were a part of a bigger picture that maybe I just didn’t get.

Maybe I’m just reading into things more than I should 😂

I also am confused how Frida was there on the island before, I believe a year prior. Similar things happened and she obviously got out and didn’t remember the whole trip. Obviously the time she was on the island was lost and when she was back at home… where does she think that time went? I wish they would have explained that. She was there once before, she was brought back… but where does she, or anyone else in her life, think she was? Especially her job.

Im big on movie breakdowns and “let me explain” type videos after watching a movie. Finding things I might of missed or seeing it from another perspective. Here are a few that I enjoyed.

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lunar-years · 4 months ago

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https://deadline.com/2024/08/ted-lasso-season-4-deal-near-brett-goldstein-hannah-waddingham-1236049653/ LOOK WHAT YOU DID /J

Article here

PHEW. Okay. I kind of cursed us I think? I’m sorry everyone. :(

now that i've had a few hours to soak this news in uhhhh. I have thoughts! As many of you know, I flip flop all the time on whether i actually *want* more Ted Lasso, but now that it's far closer to happening and we're hearing a bit more about what it might it entail, I'm unfortunately kind of landing firmly back in the "god no keep that away from me" camp. Reasons being:

The show kind of doomed itself when it made s3 because at the beginning of that season I would have SWORN there was going to be a s4, and by the end i was convinced there was absolutely never going to be a s4. They had sooooo many plots going on, and instead of doing the reasonable thing and adjusting the original vision of the show to expand the vast amount of story they'd ended up with for s3 into two enjoyable and well-paced seasons, they decided to instead squeeze it into one very mid, terribly paced season. so now s4 isn't going to make much sense because the show already HAD an ending (even if it was a subpar one)

why on EARTH couldn't they have decided to move ahead with this before everyone's contracts expired 😭 wtf wtf!!!!! this is an absolutely wretched cursed timeline. if i remember correctly everyone was under contract for 4 seasons up until May this year. and they're going to turn around and announce a s4 in AUGUST??? hello???

As the article mentioned, and expanding on point #2, it is quite likely several og cast regulars are no longer available or only available in a guest star capacity. this sucks. a show that's missing some of the characters is literally FARRRR worse to me then a show that was given an ending and is now over forever. boo. if you're not giving me back jamie tartt again like literally pack it up boys. why are we doing this.

the *only* cast member I could understand (and perhaps even endorse) being lowered from series regular to guest star capacity would be Jason, and that's mostly because I think it's very hard to rectify Ted being a part of the afc richmond / London scene again after they JUST concluded his series-long arc by having him return home very poignantly to his son in Kansas. Like...huh? He just changes his mind and goes back??? lmao*

*The article is under the impression Jason WILL be returning and whilst that confuses me i AM willing to give the show the benefit of the doubt on writing a creative, fun way of making that possible. I am willing to trust them and let them sell me on how Ted Lasso can continue on! but going back to point 3, it's unfortunately all irrelevant to me if other characters are missing. sorry but. no.

as much as i did/do love ted lasso for a vast number of characters, i am too emotionally attached to my favs to where i literally do not think i would enjoy the show anymore if any of them were missing. A roy and keeley plot without jamie visibly in their lives sucks 2 me. A roy plot without jamie OR keeley (because frankly i'm hesitant about the potential of juno returning either) also sucks 2 me. i love the characters together and considering where we left them in s3, it doesn't excite me at all to think about their futures without each other. i'm not asking for rjk to be canon, even, im just asking for them to all be like. IN IT. At the end of the day, the show I love, I love because they were in it.

based on the current specualations...if everyone is in it (with or without ted) i will be tuned in but i feel nervous about it. if phil's really not returning like certain reports are saying, i'm not watching. BUT i will follow along via post episode tumblr gif sets where i can see any of the fun lighthearted roy stuff and keeley stuff and team stuff and ignore the rest of whatever the fucks happening. i will peacefully continue to live on (and contribute to) Ted Lasso Ao3 island.

#ted lasso #asks #ted lasso s4 #jamie tartt #thoughtsssss

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whityoungfan · 3 months ago

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DRDT CH 2 SPOILERS

(for this theory we are going to assume david isn’t lying about seeing areis body first)

IM SO SORRY IF SOME OF THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE I DIDNT FEEL LIKE READING OVER IT

i believe the culprit is whit and eden was an accomplice/helping him in some way

to start with, whit was in the cafeteria in episode 4 when arei was yelling at monotv over the rope she was given and how it had something to do with her past. monotv then said that it was going in the closest. Im not sure if he had a intent to murder arei or anyone else at the moment but he (and eden, possibly hu as well) are the only ones that were in the room to hear where the rope was that could of actually done the crime

moving on to episode 6, the tape seems to be stolen around when eden fell to the ground and ace got up during nicos attempted murder. this is why eden and ace are the current main suspects of the trial. when eden fell down she could of easily grabbed the tape and given it to whit, this is why she was considered a accomplice (ill explain why whit and eden are connected to the case together later on)

episode 7, whit told david to go to the relaxation room the night before the murder. this is also the exact time the culprit intended the murder to look like it happened at. this could of been a plan to frame david as the culprit.

the culprit wanted the crime to look like it took place that night so they could say they had an alibi during the fake time, whit also had an alibi during this time.

if david saw areis body in the morning before the bda, then the people who would would of set it off would of been him, teruko, and eden since whit would not count. this would work the same way as the original idea in episode 15.

another thing is when teruko was about to walk into the playground eden tried to stop her

in episode 8, when whit asked eden if she wanted to go into a different room and sit with him. this could of been so they could have a plan set out (?? this is possibly a stretch)

episode 9, when eden was originally being accused of being areis murder whit cut her off to change the conversation. she could of very much been the murder but whit decided to cover for her with no good reason ??? he has to know something about the case to know shes innocent. also, he is actually the one that asked about the accomplices; what counts as an accomplice OR culprit and what happens to an accomplice. he could of done this so he would know what would happen to himself and eden.

episode 12 (or 13??? i i dont exactly remember when this happened ill have to check) when whit says he has an alibi, he also says charles has an alibi too early that morning?? i just thought that was odd

and episode 14. when eden was being accused AGAIN he said that there was no proof that she was guilty even though there was also no proof that ace is guilty either. see he continues to cover for her throughout the trial? this is just odd to me

eden was also a parallel to min in a way this episode, teruko trusted min to be betrayed. if eden actually has something to with the murder while teruko began to somewhat trust her it would just prove teruko to be right that she can’t trust people or get attached

i do feel like edens tears were AT LEAST somewhat real though.

the chapter in general is about the cast not actually being good people or wanting to actually change for the better. in the title cover of the chapter, there is hidden text under “all that glitters” that says “a good person”.

eden and whit are the only two characters in the cast that have been seen to be good people that have faith in others the ENTIRE chapter. it only makes sense for something to be revealed about the both of them that contradicts this to go along with this theme (i could make this about teruko and her secret too but. that’s another story)

honestly, the only thing that makes me not believe the theory is why would they want arei dead?? they have no clear reason along with ace (who is another suspect)

ace hasnt really even talked to arei.they dont really know anything about each other.

eden is the main reason arei wanted to change, she was areis first real friend and meant a lot to her. and for whit, they seemed to become close in chapter one somewhat?? they hung out a few times throughout the chapter but never brought it up again in chapter two

overall, the case has been narrowed down to only a few peopler and i feel as if they could be the most likely to have something to do with it

#ik im prob not right 😭😭😭 this is kinda a stretch #im scared to put this under tags bro

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