#im completly sane

[whatitsemerald]

uh oh time to admit it me with peepers from wander over yonder like isn't my fav cute? :3 (as a girl from this experience, I can totally agree , I have a crush on my fav character who's a literal short GUY with full insecurities, would step on you, would conquer your planet and loved ones, literal would shoot you with his ray gun in 00.1 seconds)

see guys, enough evidence of my fav being so cute!! i swear he's innocent pls hear me out , don't believe on the brackets and hastags pls it was a lie

and yes I always Put my pfp as my fav character cuz i love and hate him at the same time

girls when their favorite character:

[taroutann]

🐍🐤

[hidden-scarlet-whispers]

Osiris my Husband

[muxas-world]

He is so funny pecco really went a try to play im in my pussy in my lane completly sane (in reality he going insine the prove his instastory)

[fipindustries]

Hey, you're the first artist I've seen on the defense side of the AI argument, and I would like to hear more of your thoughts on the subject, if that's okay

oh! sure, no problem buddy.

you first have to understand im am a bit of a radical when it comes to "ownership" of art. personally i am of the opinion that all art should be free to share with the world. i dont like the idea of artists hoarding ideas or concepts or gatekeeping their work. i think its pretty miserly to claim ownership of a thought, of an idea, of a concept. it reduces and constricts other peoples capacity for expression.

i think its fair if you want to monetize your work but even that i feel should have a time limit, as in, after a few years your art should be free. otherwise you are just rent seeking.

moreover i think other people should be free to take, transform, remix, reshuffle, cover and alter and build upon the art of others. i think there is something beautiful there in human interaction, in comunication, in the evolution of an idea into new shapes and combinations.

ovbiously copyright tends to put obstacles to these things, but it leaves some space for it in the form of fair use. that if your work is commenting or critiquing or transforming the work of someone else then its fair game. i think that is peachy.

now, so far i think a lot of people would agree with me and the place where we split is wether a human is doing these transformations or a computer program, they argue the fact that a computer is doing it makes it illegitimate, it makes it so that its not an action of human agency, it is not an expression of human thought or creativity and thus it cant be true critique or transformation.

now there are two angles we can tackle this. we can argue wether it matter if a human does it or a computer does it, or we can argue wether we can actually say that humans had no bearing on the process. i will focus on the second one.

given that the AI is a product of human endeavor, made by humans, trained by humans on human work to conform to human precerences and then it is activated and (depending on how involved the process is) guided and regulated by human prompting and human curation. i think there is enough human agency and discernement on every step of the process to say that the result is one of human creativity. that the AI is merely a tool being used by humans to make things.

now i have made references to transformative works and that brings to mind things like collages and remixes and reshuffles and mashups, which may lead to the wrong impression that the AI works by grabbing a thousand pieces of work that it has stored in some huge database and then it picks and collates it all together. that is not how it works at all, i could go on a huge tangent on how the AI actually does what it does but rest assured it does not copy and paste portions of art stored somewhere inside it.

finally i want to conclude on the idea of wether its theft to use the art people put online to train an AI. like i already explained it clearly does not violate copyright since any sane interpretation of the process has to be transformative enough to count as fair use. but on a more fundamental level, is it right to "use" other people's art without their consent for whatever purpose, regardless of wether you are breaking copyright or not?

i think yes.

now let me be clear, if you are putting your work behind a paywall, like in your patreon or whatever, where the only way to access it is by paying the artist. then i think it can meaningfully be said that to access that art without paying the artist is theft. its piracy after all. and as we all know piracy is wrong (wink wink nudge nudge).

but now that is not the case with most art online, right? most art online is completly free to view and download. in fact the only way to view it is by downloading it, the browser has to store the image in the cache memory of your pc in order to show it through your monitor. so to download the copy and keep it in your disk has to be fine, it is not a scarce resource, its a digital image, it can be copied infinity times without ever depriving the creator of the image itself, and its free! so the artist is not being deprived of some revenue that should have been rightfully theirs.

now lets say i want to count how many pixels in that image are green, so i take pen and paper and start counting. surely that has to be right.

how about if i do that with every image in their gallery. that has to be fine as well. what if i count how often every color appears on every pixel on every image, so that i have this giant database with a statistical distribution of color across all the works of the artist, and in order to do the whole thing faster i have a machine do that for me? does an artist have the right to say i cant do this? could a painter forbid an art historian from analizing their artistic evolution because it would be "using their art in a way they didnt consent"? could a sculptor stop someone from measuring how tall their statues tend to be? can miyazaki come and say that he is forbidding me from using his movies as animation reference because that is not how he wants people to interact with his art? i mean maybe. maybe society decides that yes, that is a right artists should have. but personally i think that would be a bad thing because it would constrain the capacity of humans to learn, to study and to express themselves and that is anathema to my principles.

on a more fundamental level, i, as an artist who has made art and who understands how the sausage gets made, dont hold ART or the creation of ART as some kind of sacred cow. i dont think there is this contamination or desecration because we use a machine to do it. i do think there is virtue in doing art on your own with your own hands. its certainly impressive, it takes time and effort and talent and skill and all of that are things that i personally find valuable. much like running a marathon or doing your dishes. but there is no shame in driving a car or using a washing machine either, sometimes we want things to be easier and convenient and that is perfectly fine and valid.

then there is a whole other argument about AI outcompeeting artists in the marketplace and driving them out of their jobs, much like many other industries in the past were automated by the progress of technology leaving people without jobs. i can sympathize a lot more with this argument but this post has gotten too long already so ill leave it at that

[macabremoons]

Olay I got a weird idea i have to ask writeblrs I like: you can choose either daycycle or honeymoon. I would love to hear about either. What would those characters be an alternative universe? Any type you want, but I would love to hear in like completly different setting like what they are actually

LOVE THIS ASK SM. Okay, okay so, I have so many thoughts on Daycycle as a modern au. Honeymoon is like. it's just a fantasy story. I haven't developed a ton about it but Daycycle's characters are developed enough that they are all people in my head and are therefore easier to pull out of their setting. Though NOT THAT MUCH. So much of Daycycle is the characters being influenced by the setting. Like, if Menodora isn't a chosen one, you have to change her past to make her character work.

That being said: I'm pretty sure I'd make Daycycle like a private school AU. Which sounds niche but it makes sense. All the "chosen ones" are just excelling students, you can still explore some of the themes from the og story in this setting, and you can keep the fantasy elements. I would be very curious to see people try to take away the species away from my characters considering how... important it is? LIKE /GEN ID LOVE TO SEE PEOPLE TRY BECAUSE THAT WOULD HURT MY BRAIN Benjamin as a human makes... some sense but not a ton. I'd go into the themes he deconstructs but that would spoil sm about him LOL.

Apollo, Menodora, and Benjamin could all be from different schools. Apollo would be from public school who got pulled out because he was smart. He hates going to private school pls he just wanted to learn and talk to his friends why does he need the newest uniform or smth to be socially accepted pls.

Benjamin goes to a rival school that is known for being... shady. People there are known for being very mean, but he's very chill. Don't mess with him he doesn't mess with you type deal.

Menodora goes to the same school as Apollo and is one of the top students but not really at the top of the social latter. Maybe she's a transfer student but has been there longer than Apollo. I think in this AU she wouldn't be guardianless for a bit like in canon. Kronos, her guardian in her younger years in canon, is still an asshole though, so she's pretty much developed the same issues she has in canon and would still go through her "okay maybe i can't be an asshole to everyone arc."

Bonnie would be a musician. Emilio and her would be childhood friends. Basically siblings. Emilio would not be in war so the push for him to be a medic wouldn't be there as much. I could see him still becoming a doctor or going into the military . Or both, like in canon.

Thank you sm for this ask OIEOHW im so Sane about these characters. I could go on about this but I'd need to form more thoughts

[jaydangan]

I bet Nagito, as much as he thinks he doesn't deserve it, absolutely adores receiving affection from you.

Just you brushing your hand against his makes him heart jump from joy and next thing you know, he has a tomato face. Keep giving him affection and he is gonna be extremely happy.

As time goes on, though, and he has received a lot of reassurance and more from you, he is gonna warm up and start giving you affection back with more confidence because it's okay. He deserves to be happy and he wants to return the favor to you.

He wants to make YOU happy.

Nagito will start by mostly standing near you as he just stares, hoping you get the message and as time goes on, it turns to him gently touching you before embracing you very close to him.

He is like a lost puppy since he follows you everywhere but you make him feel so, so good, he can't help but follow you shyly everywhere.

Just wait until he starts getting into the kisses too! Lil kiss on ur forehead, then cheeks, lips, neck and more!

You make him so happy, after all. Just your simple touch is enough to make him feel warm for the rest of the day.

I-

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THIS MADE ME BLUSH SO MUCH OMG I AIGDGSKAKAKJAJAJAKKA

PLEASE SIR? PLEASE???? I NEED YOU TO BE REAL PLEASE?????¿???????¿??????

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the "and more tho-" 👀

NO- IM COMPLETLY NORMAL SANE AND TOTTALY DONT WANNA HUG HIM RN KASHAJJAKALAAOJA

[ifuckingloveryoshu]

PUNK ASS FUCKING ROYALTIY SHIT ASS FUCK YOU LORD OF HORIKAWA YOU FUCK I HATE THAT MAN SO MUCH BECAUSE IM BIASED BITCH ASS MOTHER FUCKER ID THROW HANDS WITH HIM ALL DAY LONG ALL DAY FUCK

Also woo, I shill JIGOKU all day and all night. You are entitled to therapy and questions of consern for your mental well being from me. The rest of this reblog is going to be me yelling about Hell Screen stuff. I need more work understanding this peice and this is my excuse. Also, I am like the narrartor but biased toward Yoshihide instead so obligitory take everything I say with a grain of salt.

Why are you sacrifcing little boys, oh great Emperor of Horikawa?

OR or, lets think for a bit. On your knees in prayer, PRAYING NOT TO DIE. FUck. YOu.

I dont know anything about hiarchy but what is he supposed to do, poor painter man, interupt the high people's oh so coveted time and risk punishment? All he needed was a model to paint, if they looked pretty or accurate, what the fuck does rank in the palace matter?

This one feels like foreshadowing to a reason why Yoshihide would want his daughter away from this fucking Lord of Horikawa man. Yoshihide is just being used as a scapegoat here. That sounds like Mr. Lord Of Horikawa did something to them.

Ohh this is where that quote came from. I've already read this several times but my adhd brain has a habit of just skimming.

Single father. What the fuck do you mean "Not above hiring street thugs." What else can he afford or get if people keep calling him ugly names beheind his back, you need to protect your child. Yeah? Yeah?

That's called Focusing On Your Work. WHat man. What.

How else is he supposed to research? In fact, why is there a corpse on the roadside you fuck? Is Lord Of Horikawa not doing his best to govern his citizens? Is he running them over with his ox? He's too busy fucking woman, aint he? I don't fucking know.

This is after the nightmare, this is not even Yoshihide at any worse, man is having a night terror and you still feel the need to demonize him.

My guess is Yoshihide knows he needs to strangle someone, so he picked someone who looked strong and bulky who could handle getting choked, but this is just be thinking very generously. Of course, no one wants to get choked so he doesn't go, "Im going to choke you for a while." because that's not Yoshihide's style. People are already demonizing him, no sane person is going to agree to letting him get choked.

ALSO MR NARRATOR SERVANT MAN, YOU ARE JUST WATCHING. I guess from your point of view, it wouldn't make sense to object to such a *sigh* unreasonable grumpy stubborn old man and there might be socio-political factors but come on. Stop acting like you care. You don't seeem to. You ass.

Then snake comes out of no where some how, legitimate shock to everyone. That's not Yoshihide's fault.

This scene, fine. Whatever. I can't completly defend Yoshihide here when the owl comes for the child. He should have known better not to touch a bird that might not fully trust him, even if its feeding, esspecially from the back. They are sadly not that chill, you just got this bird Yoshihide. You have not developed a relationship with this bird, I own birds, I don't own birds of prey and their temperments are probably diffrent compared to a bird who is prey as opposed to a predator raptor, but you can't preen or touch them if they don't know you.

But, I don't think he threw the owl at the apprentice on purpose, that's my headcanon. He only got up to paint because it was already happening in front of him and he needed to hussle.

It clearly says "Yoshihide was a man who simply hated to have anyone pry into his business, ... he would never let his apprentices know what kinds of things he had in his studio." Moments later, Yoshihide answers the young apprentice, YOU DON'T NEED TO LOOK AT SOMEONE TO BE TALKING TO THEM AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. LET ME FOCUS ON WHAT IM DOING WHILE TALKING TO YOU, I DONT MEAN TO BE RUDE, OK? ITS THE AUTISM. I KNOW YOUR THERE, ITS NOT NATURAL FOR ME TO LOOK AT YOU. WHAT THE FUCK DO I LOOK AT? Your nose? Your cheek? If I look into your eyes, that's akward for me, ok? Almost vomited just thinking about it. Ill look at you in the eyes I guess but some people find that hostile so what do you want?

I think Yoshihide legitimatly called the other apprentinces to help out this other apprentice being mauled by the owl and its also dark, and then the snake again. After that, the apprentice is fine. Hes fine, you didn't say anything about that, Mr Narrator Servant Man.

Because hes stressed. I also would stay away from someone who is STRESSED. OK? (I like having beef with fictional characters, its fun and no one gets hurt most of the time.) This is the only way to get his daughter back, he thinks. Hes begging for it, praying for it.

Skipping SA scene but this is a big reason why I really don't like Horikawa. Im also skipping around because I'm getting tired.

Horikawa you bitch.

HORIKAWA YOU FUCKING BI-

Mr. Narrator Bitch Ass Servant Simp still needs to shoot the artist while hes down, eh?

I have problems deciphering this part. The narrator switches sides breifly. Yoshihide just feels so much contempt because his one and only daughter and their monkey was just burnt in a carriage. It's easy to say its beautiful as an outside observer but come on, that's his daughter. It's a complex feeling beyond rage because on one hand, your finnished. This was the best way to end the art. On the other, still your family memeber getting burnt and catching on fire. He's broken. Fuckass Horikawa should be fucking sad. He should be ashamed.

Fuck you and your fucking shit Horikawa. FUck you. FUck you. This is such an ABUSER RESPONSE. Abusive fucking response you shit. This is how abusers rationalize hitting their children, ok? To punish and teach them a lesson, get the fuck out of here. Get the fuck, the termites in their time machines better get to you faster than I will you peice of shit.

Fuck you. You people suck. Yoshihide and Yuzuki and Yoshihide (the monkey) deserve better then this. He has nothing left but his art. Your lucky as shit he event had the drive to finnish the peice before his death. God, and then you just forget him, just like most artist are treated. You saw the art, you enjoy the art, you don't give a shit that their blood, sweat and tears went into that peice. Labor. They don't get to see their families sometimes, they get demonized, they get mocked, art is very underappreciated as a medium that can change lives and hearts and thoughts thinking, rewritting, and me as an individual am no diffrent to that, someone who also takes a lot in their life forgranted. I'm getting heated for no reason. I'm using targeted langauge but this isn't an academic essay, this is me wanting to put letters to post. I need to learn more about this courtship culture and this higharchy to get more off this text, im doing it such a dissevice.

But yes, unreliable ass narrator. I will throw hands with him any day of the week. That is all I can say.

Hell Screen

narrator: Yoshihide was an artist that everyone hated and who was an awful person, but his daughter was kind and sweet and everyone loved her so we all kinda tolerated her dad

Yoshihide: I would do anything for my daughter, Yuzuki. I can't paint something unless I've seen it with my eyes.

Yuzuki: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filial_piety

Lord Horikawa: You've painted some nice art for me. I'll do literally any favor for you now.

Yoshihide: Can you release my daughter from your service

Lord Horikawa: no. fuck you

narrator: he wasn't in love with her or anything, he just felt bad that Yoshihide was her only family.

Lord Horikawa: Also I'm commissioning a massive scene of the Buddhist Hell, artist who can't paint something without having seen it

Yoshihide: ok

[various agonies of Yoshihide's apprentices]

[psychological agonies of Yoshihide also]

Yuzuki: [is seen growing unhappier and more stressed as the days go by]

narrator: people are saying Lord Horikawa's forcing himself upon her. this is false because he is too cool. this is Yoshihide's fault

[incident in which the narrator encounters Yuzuki fleeing from what was clearly assault]

narrator: yeah

Yoshihide: I'm almost done with the painting. I just need to see a maiden burn in a carriage so I can paint it

Lord Horikawa: okay [puts Yuzuki in a carriage and burns it]

narrator: stop saying it's because she didn't reciprocate his love it was clearly to punish Yoshihide for being so fucked up. I know this is true because Lord Horikawa said so

-- End --

[calowlmitygoddess]

ok im just gonna brainrot here bcs this is my tumblr and i just need to yell on teh void about this fucking fictional man or else i will implode.

Like, im thinking like, Alger spent centuries upon centuries alone after what was objectively a fucked up and traumatic situation being betrayed and tortured, made to belive Hanalea was the one to rat him out, im surprised he is as sane as he is. That is both impressive and underwhelming, he should've been more unhinged, yes i know he tried to murder people a bunch of times and possed Han body whitout him knowing, but still he should've been more unsettling would've been funnier.

And onto the next topic, the way he changes gears completly after finding out that Han is his descendant, and even more so after the full truth comes out. And i just cant stop from thinking like, Han father died when he was a kid, so they end up this weird family bond, but then Han keeps getting older everytime he comes to visit, and Alger remains 25 forever.

Imagine Han telling Alger about his own kids, promissing to bring them over if one of them turns out to be a mage, to properly meet their ancestor. He probably wanted to name Ash after Alger initially, but couldnt because his name still is taboo and associated with the Demon King.

And then Han fucking dies and Alger never gets the chance to meet any of them in person.

(also its probably a bit far fetched, but apparently Han took Alger place in living inside the amulet, wouldnt it be nice if the reason Han soul is in the amulet and not in the afterlife as it should've been its bcs Alger forcefully took control of the body when Han was stabbed thus dying in Han place, wouldnt it be nice?)

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Y/N's dad is a young handsome looking guy. He basically looks like an idol with one smile can steal your heart away. "I know you meet my young mom...but don't get insecure about seeing my dad. They both have different schedules so he is going to come seperately." Y/N's dad is like, "My wife is pretty young if you compare her with my age." Pops is not ready for another heart attack. Y/N's dad says "Did she lie about her age again? She is like 120 and I am 139."

You guys want to make Pops cry at night? Poor old man

"Your father?" Chisaki lifted one of his eyebrows, still with the taxes on his hands while Kaito made a 'eh?' sound. "Why on earth didn't he came with your mother as well?"

"Both have completly different schedules, he was in a conference or something and couldn't come to Japan." You explained, licking your baby boi up when he stared up at you with stoic eyes but yet making grabby hands.

Chisaki sighed, putting the taxes down to massage his temple a bit.

"You know that I despised people who mark things like that on the last minute." He growled while you made a sad ouppy eye face "Wipe that away, im not saying he cant come, but I certainly won't be on a good mood."

"When you are?" Kaito mumbled cutely, making you let out a surprised laugh while Chisaki glared daggers at the boy in your arms.

"Excuse me brat?" Kaito just giggled and nuzzled his face on your neck. "I'm about to give up on this rascal."

"Thsn is more mommy to me!"

"Hell no. I was here first brat." He growled back while you sighed in hopeless.

~

"I told Pops about it. He told me he was going to get out soon to greet him."

"Thank you my devil." You handed Kaito for him, since your arms were becoming sore, and let out a sigh "Kai? Just... dont get too surprised, ok?"

"Is just your father. Is not like I am meeting royalty or something."

You rolled your eyes at that, knowing that even if Chisaki was meeting someone royal he was still going to treat them like they were the most disgusting persons on the universe.

Although the moment Chrono lead your father inside and he higged you as a greeting, Chisaki and Kaito merely wodened their eyes a bit before getting back to their stoic expressions.

The man was LIKE THAT?! Thhe fucker didn't even had one eyebag or a SINGLE wrinkle! What the actual hell?!

"Ah so is this my grandson? Just look like your father but still have the same eyes as your mother." He smiled at the kid "Adorable to say at least."

Kai placed Kaito down, letting the boy ramble with his other grandpa about whatever it was as he got to your side and almost whispered shouted.

"He looks even younger than me (Y/n)! What the hell?!"

You giggled at his monotonous face but still shocked and quite irritaded tone of voice before Pops just turned into a hallway.

"... (Y/n), my dear daughter in law." He pointed at your father with a despearate smile "Please tell me he is your brother at least and your father is outside still getting in..."

Your father chickled a bit as he shocked his head.

"No my friend. I am her father. Is a pleasure of meeting you, my wife told me about my daughter's husband and father in law a lot."

He smiled and Kaito made a whine sound. Catching the attention of everyone.

"When you smile the light hit your teeth, how does that even work?"

Yojr father kaughed before messing with Kaito's hair, the boy whined in protest before rushing to his father and mother's leg.

Pops chuckled a bit while rubbing the back of his neck.

"I swear you and your wife have to tell me your secret. Your woman looks like she has the age of your daughter but is even older than me... goddamn never that I would give 98 years for her."

Your dad furrowed hsi eyebrows as he tilted his head a bit, you were already preparing for the impact of everyone on that room.

"98? She lied about her age again? She has 120 years. Not 98." Pops eyes widened in horror while Chisaki's did the sane thing before he looked at you, pointing discretely with his thumb arching one of his eyebrows. You nodded with a sigh simply.

"...120. 120 years you say?" Pops chuckled in desperation as he looked at the man's face "And you? The same thing?" He asked in mockness.

"Ah no no. Im older than her." He snickered "Im a old man. Just last month reacbed 134 years."

"... ok. Im not going to pretend anymore." Pops breath in and out with his palms closed before pointing at your father with wide eyes "HOW?!"

The elders started to chat while you and Kai simply... stared at it.

"Granpa and grandma are really old." Kaito stated numbly, getting surprised when he didn't got a scolding from his father for his commentary.

"... I really hope you didn't got their genetic." You made a confused noise before looking uo at him.

"Why if you dont mind me asking?"

"Because I want to grow old with you, not alone and jhst see my wife completly stuck in time." He growled, already cringing at the image of him getting old.

[stillebesat]

Hia! I totally didnt just read every fic on your masterpost,,,*hides reblog* nope! Im completely sane! Anyway, completly unrelated, can i be added to your general fanfic taglist? Im in love with everything u write kjfghdls. Ty!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3  I saw!! And I’m totally grinning like crazy and ashsoihgishgsing right back because you totally made my day! Thank you so much for that sweet reblog! <3 <3 

And yes! Of course you can be on the list. :D I’d love to add you! <3 3

[baelllamyblake]

Alive and Well. ( Bellamy Blake x Reader )

Request : 1 -Reader suppose to be on the Ring but she was with Clarke and they didn't make it to ship on time but they both survived. And Reader and Bellamy were couple so she's the one talking to him on the radio everyday. And he was completly broken after that and when they got back he's shocked and they share very emotional reunion (as they both changed very much). And she almost attacked them scared that they're people from this prisoner ship. Thanks! -ANON

2 - Hey there! Just another cute request with Bellamy Blake coming back on earth 7 years after praimfaya when the reader had to stay on earth (he thought she was dead with Clarke) Small detail: one day before goint back to the ark, the reader gave birth to their daughter and see her again 7 years after, when Bellamy had to raise her alone in the ark. NOTHA REQUEST WHICH ACTUALLY GOES WITH THE PREVIOUS ONE: could I please with sugar on top get an imagine when bellamy is raising his daughter alone on the ark with the reader being on earth (supposely dead) Like cute moments daughter/father, the skaikru team being protective and playing with the daughter 😎 Have a nice sundayyyy - @enoraturner

Pairing : Bellamy x FEM Reader

Word Count : 2,753

Warnings : like three curse words lol 

A/N : okay so lets just imagine that D/F/N was a ripped metal ass baby that can survive the vacuum of space bc going to space a day after ur born is kinda unrealistic LMAO the ending might be a little lackluster sorry!! just wanted to get this out there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ also thank you so much for requesting!! please request some more !! i love writing for Bellamy !! im really scared on how this will do pls help me out here

D/F/N, D/M/N = daughter’s first name/middle name

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO PLEASE FCK ME UP WIT IT<3

“ Here we go again. “ You huffed out quietly, a radio in one hand and a wrinkled map in the other. A stray breeze flowed gracefully through your hair and along the branches of nearby trees. You gazed longingly at the black CB radio in your palm, hoping a familiar voice would just speak out of nowhere. It nearly brought you to tears just imagining the thought of someone responding after six lonely years.

“ Bellamy, if you can hear me, you’re alive. It’s been 2,199 days since Praimfaya. I don’t know why I still do this every day. Maybe it’s my way of staying sane here with Clarke. Not forgetting who I am, who I was. It’s been safe for you to come down for over a year now. Why haven’t you? I miss you. “

“ D/F/N D/M/N Blake! Come out, come out, wherever you are! “ Bellamy playfully yelled out, his voice echoing throughout the metal halls of the Ark. His feet quickly tip toed along the corridors while his eyes briefly scanned each and every room in search of his little daughter. Just before leaving after peeking in the last bedroom of Hall C, a high giggle could be heard from under the floorboards.

“ Hm, if I was a seven year old, where would I hide? “ Bellamy questioned curiously out loud, attempting to lure D/F/N out of her hiding spot. The tiny child kept her fingers planted on her lips, refraining from making a peep of noise. Her father slowly kneeled down on the floor, silently lifting up a tile and revealing the surprised face of a little girl. “ I found you! Now, come on out, sweetheart. Monty’s making us try foods again. “

“ Ewww, do we have too? “ D/F/N groaned out, her nose crinkling in disgust as she crawled out of the tiny floorspace. Bellamy hummed out in affirmation, a small sigh following suit. During the six years in space, Monty has been experimenting to find sources of nutrients to sustain eight people, even if they tasted like bitter posion. “ Last one there has to drink two! “

“ Hey! No fair! “ Bellamy barked out, running after his daughter who already disappeared around the corner like a ghost. He groaned out as a hand ran through his ruffled hair, knowing full well he would never catch up to D/F/N. She was too smart for her own good, an obvious trait she inherited from her wonderful mother, and she never stopped asking about going back to Earth.

Bellamy saw so much of you in D/F/N: the H/C hair, the E/C eyes, the ability to think in such creative and unusual ways. She was practically a carbon copy of everything he missed so dearly. Bellamy would look down on the world from the Ark, watching it simmer in radiation and never letting himself forget how he didn’t try hard enough to get you to come along. As D/F/N grew, Bellamy became somewhat accustomed with your absence, it was like you left her as a souvenir for him!

“ Bottoms up, King. You got two to drink this time. “ Murphy teased, his chin planted in his palm as a smug grin curled on his lips. The rest cheered loudly as Bellamy took the seat next to D/F/N on the bench, eyeing the nutrients warily while his stomach did ten flips.

“ Chug! Chug! Chug! “ Skaikru chanted over and over, their fists pounding sonorously on the metal table, even D/F/N joined in! That little rat! Bellamy groaned out defeated, his hand lifted the bowl to his lips and his throat choked down both bowls of the sharp tasting sludge. Laughter and claps broke out when Bellamy slammed the bowl down on the table, sloppily wiping the residue from off his mouth.

“ Your turn, dear. “ Bellamy spoke deviously, nudging D/F/N and almost nearly gagging right after. It never got any easier to drink that sludge, ask anyone in the Ark. D/F/N sighed out, silently preparing herself as she pinched her nose and downed the nutrients without fail. Raven and Echo clapped happily, showering her with accolades for being such a big girl as Murphy gave her an eager fistbump. Monty slapped his hand with a smile on his face and D/F/N did just the same, taking Bellamy by surprise. When did he teach D/F/N him and Jasper’s signature quirk? “ Okay, that was pretty good, I won’t lie. “

“ You’re just mad because you had to drink two, dad. “ D/F/N boasted confidently, her nose stuck up and her arms crossed firmly over her chest. Bellamy’s right eyebrow cocked slightly at her, the rest pointing and laughing at him. The mischievous smile on Bellamy’s face hinted that karma was about to bite D/F/N in the ass.

“ Well, joke’s on you, sweetheart. You earned yourself an extra hour of studying. “ Bellamy stared bluntly, the jeering instantly shifted into boos as D/F/N pouted childishly. The resent showed plainly on her face as she stomped to the makeshift library down Hall D.

“ You make a great dad, you know that? Y/N would be insanely proud of you, really! “ Raven commended him, the others quickly agreeing as well. Bellamy smiled sheepishly in response, relived that he wasn’t doing such a bad job of being a father figure to his daughter. “ We’re all really proud of you too, Bell. Keep up the good work! “

“ I really appreciate all your guy’s help. I wouldn’t have been able to this on my own. “ Bellamy humbly thanked Skaikru, a small smile remaining on his tanned face. Everyone sat in a comfortable silence, looking back on what’s happened during the six years in space as well as the years down on Earth. Everyone missed you yet no one mentioned it, especially Bellamy. You always had a way of breaking the silence and distracting people in a way where they totally forgot that the world was a complete shithole. “ What do you guys think about returning to Earth? I think it’s about time. “

“ Can you please help me? “ D/F/N peeped out, a small book in her hand as her finger pointed out the name Hecuba. Bellamy put down the Iliad beside him to get a better look. “ What does that say? “

“ Hecuba. Say it for me? He-Cu-Ba? “ Bellamy enunciated the name of the woman whose cry of grief moved the Greek Gods in the heavens above, looking to his daughter after. D/F/N attempted to repeat the name but didn’t really succeed. It’s the thought that counts!

“ Hey, D/F/N. Want to do something not boring? “ Raven peeked in the crack of the doorway, moving the tendril of hair behind her ear. D/F/N gasped in response, her mood instantly lifting and her eyes sparkling as she dashed out the door with Raven. Bellamy sighed out, she was supposed to study! He roamed over to the bedroom window, a perfect view of the scorched Earth beneath him. A half full bottle of alcohol sat on the windowsill, Bellamy’s thoughts pondering if they should really go back.

He left you behind and he couldn’t seem to stop beating himself up for it. Bellamy brushed his hand over his beard out of sheer stress, what if you and Clarke were dead this whole time? The trip back would be all for naught and there was definitely no way of getting back. The rest of the group were also uneasy about the proposal of risking everything if there was just going to be another Praimfaya and no second option of surviving it. Bellamy and them decided to let the thought marinate a little before collectively making a final desicion.

Bellamy contemplated finishing off the rest of the blue potion, in hopes that everything would be okay and that you were still kicking it. He took it into his hand before shaking the thought off and setting it back on the window sill, he has better things to do. Bellamy forced himself up off the desk chair to find D/F/N and Raven somewhere in the Ark.

“ Oh my god, Raven! You are not taking her on a space walk! Are you fucking crazy! “ Bellamy scolded her as she froze in the middle of zipping up a child sized space suit for D/F/N. He nearly lost his shit at the scenario of D/F/N floating off into space like some thriller movie. Echo, Monty, and Murphy sat silently in guilt, they thought it would’ve been cool! How could not try it? “ When did you even make that! “

“ Echo and I totally did not sew this suit for D/F/N a few months ago and we totally have not been planning this space walk for a few months now. “ Raven lied through her teeth, her head hung low in shame. Anger rose in Bellamy’s chest, so much for thanking them for their help! They were going to kill his one and only!

“ And you guys just let this happen? “ Bellamy questioned Monty and Murphy, putting them on the spot just before berating them for being in on the scheme. He looked to D/F/N with furrowed eyebrows and kneeling before her, his hands planted on the sides of her tiny biceps. “ You should’ve told me, sweetheart. This is dangerous! You could die out there! “

“ I’m sorry.. If we were on Earth, stuff like this wouldn’t happen! I want to see my mom already! “ D/F/N murmured out an apology with a sniffle before bursting into tears and running out of the airlock room. Bellamy sighed out, if you were here, he wouldn’t have been dealing with this problem. Bellamy rose from his place on the cold floor and sent one last death look to everyone before retreating to find D/F/N.

“ D/F/N? Where are you? I’m sorry for yelling, sweetheart. I just didn’t want you to get hurt! “ Bellamy yelled down each hallway, his head peeking in every other before moving into the common room. He stopped dead in his tracks like a deer in the headlights. D/F/N stood frozen in utter fear as a rifle barrel was pointed just between her eyes.

“ Come with us or she dies. “ One of the strangers spoke up as the other retrieved D/F/N who let out a high yelp as the woman dragged her roughly down Hall B by the bicep. She tried so hard to rebel against the outsider by screaming and thrashing violently but the effort was rendered futile. They both disappeared around a corner but D/F/N could still be heard crying and shrieking out for her father. Bellamy’s raised hands gripped into tight fists out of fury. Where were they taking her?

“ Who are you? “ Bellamy barked loudly, his jaw clenching tightly as the rest of Skaikru joined behind him, their hands slowly rising to the ceiling. His instincts told him to attack while the end of an assault rifle forced him to seethe in rage.

“ We’re here to take you back to Earth. “

“ The bunker’s gone silent, too. We tried digging them out for a while, but there was too much rubble. I haven’t made contact with them, either. Anyway, I still have hope that I’ll get to see you. Tell Raven to aim for the one spot of green, and you’ll find me. The rest of the planet, from what I’ve seen, basically sucks, so- “ You spoke into the radio, eyes gazing at the dirt and leaves under your boots. A distant boom ripped your attention from the ground to the high clouds above.

A small, almost microscopic in the sea of blue zoomed across the sky, the sound of its rockets could be heard from a mile away. You rose to your feet, your chest rising with all kind of emotions like you were going to burst into a million pieces. Bellamy felt the same way, the possibility of seeing you again and showing you the product of his teachings made him want to scream out in joy for no reason at all. D/F/N tightened her clutch on Bellamy’s jacket, her nose sniffling as leftover tears stained her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her thin body, his lips pressed against the top of her head in hopes to reassure D/F/N that everything would be fine. Bellamy couldn’t wait to tell you everything that happened up in space, holy shit.

“ Nevermind, I see you. “ You uttered, tears running down your cheeks as you rushed to wake Clarke up. You shook her awake, a giant smile plastered on your face. Clarke grumbled incoherently, her fingers rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “ They’re here! I think they heard us, Clarke. “

Clarke instantly shot up from her resting spot, following suit behind you as you dashed to get a better look at the ship. It was strange as the ship inched closer and closer to the ground, it was a lot larger than you remembered. Bellamy was unsure of how close they were to landing, they were locked on the bottom of a floating prison transport ship while the fugitives piloted the vehicle on the top floor.

“ You said it was a small ship, right? “ You asked, slight fear consuming your chest cavity. Clarke confirmed with a silent nod as you looked down the sight of your nearby assault rifle. “ Oh God, get down and get the rover out. Load all of the guns too. “

Clarke hastily followed your orders and retreated into the driver’s seat of the jeep, backing it up behind the treeline. What the fuck is going on? You cocked the handle of your rifle and slowly made your way to the landing site of the prison transport.

The ship was dauntingly gigantic, much larger than the drop ship but smaller than Arkadia. You’ve never seen this kind of ship before, it looked much more advanced than any technology you’ve seen on the Ark before. You’ve never seen the corporation name either. Who was running the Eligius Corporation ship?

Your train of thought was quick to be derail when the sound of latches and locks started moving out of place, indicating that the entrance will be revealed and you were going to kill whoever came out on sight. The gun was pressed firmly to your shoulder, your finger itching to press the trigger.

You already knew who it was as soon as you saw the top of their head. The tears were already falling and all your muscles immediately untensed in complete and utter relief. Bellamy was alive and D/F/N was absolutely gorgeous. You dropped the gun on the grass, your heart raced at a hundred miles per hour, excited to hug the love of your life.

It was like all the oxygen in Bellamy’s lungs left as soon as his eyes adjusted to the light and eventually focused on you. Skaikru stood in blatant shock, you were alive and well after everyone thought you weren’t. You beat the impossible odds and here you were in your full glory, face to face with Bellamy after an eternity spent apart.

No words were spoken, just a long awaited hug to confirm that you both were real and it wasn’t just a simple dream. D/F/N hid behind Echo’s leg, her large eyes trained directly on you. You took in all of Bellamy: his hair, his clothes, his smell. Before opening your eyes and realizing that your seven year old daughter was watching you. You pulled away from Bellamy, acknowledging D/F/N was here on Earth with you. She rapidly averted her gaze and shrank even more behind her leg. Echo looked to D/F/N and patted her head comfortingly, letting her know that everything was completely okay.

You knelt on the ground and held out a hand to her, eyebrows furrowed in nervousness. What if your daughter rejects you? You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. D/F/N peeked her eyes out to look at Bellamy who nodded for her to come out of her hiding spot. She steadily shuffled her way to you, uneasiness showing as plain as day on her face.

“ It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve been waiting a really, really long time for this, D/F/N. I’m Y/N, your mother. “

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when we talk about maps we mean 30 y/os interested in 16 y/os

ohhh, my first anon related about this all- and theyre somewhat sane, yay im luckybut anyway yo cool that’ll on the surface look indeed bad but uh, 16 years olds can still consent, or at least here they can. BUT. if they don’t or are in a situation of gaslighting or basically anything that’s abusive/pressuring/intoxication and yadda yadda it’s rape which is... shitty, and pretty damn fucking worthy running to the police, think that helps ?

like- what im saying is that, I will gladly alknowledge that this can generate a bunch of power imbalances due to this from social status differences to maturity differences n all but after 1) the 30 years old still can very much not use said power imbalances at all. its strikingly easy to not pressure someone, youd be amazed2) honestly its easy to imagine a richass 16 years old pressuring a 30 years old, completly flipping around what idea we have of who gaslights and manipulates whoand... i dont want to talk too much about such a generic thing bc. its like, what makes abuse nasty ? what makes rape nasty ? lack of choice, lack of consent. how it can be traumatic- it’s ACTS at the very base. its different from “30 y/os with a 16 y/os” where “it’s nasty” is answered by “leads to imbalance and often rape”, where the key word is often- it’s a RISK. I want to talk about risks as /risks/ and not as a blanket all “kill it with fire cause it’s the same as acts”. and I want to do the most is talk about rape itself and manipulation itself and what kinda abuser will pick who for why. and when you throw that under such a blanket “30 y/os who are interested in 16 y/os” its like.... nice. you’re missing the whole point about why age matters and taking the whole thing upside down.

but regardless like, im just saying. thatll look bad just like that but if u dig juuuust a lil you can realise that theres... something under these ages. why is that so nasty usually ? it’s not just a moral “wrong”, it’s a bunch of circumstances and a choice to use them, leading to the shot down of someone’s rights to consent or decline activities that are sexual. I’m saying while a huge majority of the people concerned by your statement here will be big fucking assholes, but that non-assholes doing that and it’s /not rape/ happens. after yeah, if I got the deal with it on tumblr a lot of people get disgusted by merely being hit on. idk what to say about this cause on the one hand how the hell you tell someone would date you if you dont try, and being clumsy is a thing, and I’m such a fucking huge mesophiliac i just, “uh, so about older people hitting on me, ahhaaha, actually,“ but on the other hand what I’m more than fine with isn’t for everyone sooo. tbh ill always be temptated to do the apology of the ones that ask if its ok with them to flirt but- who the fuck does that irl ? yeah. it’s like, Reality Not Ready To Conform To Standards Yet.

and tbh I will also gladly admit that there are antis that dont go as extreme as what i said to dave, thank god. but I sure as hell am worried about them. cause I’ve seen them christ.

oh yeah also, I assume you’re talking about irl. I don’t even want to hear about that stuff in “fiction” and its “influence in real life” because if you can’t even use actual /information/ and overall your brain to think about why you’ll do x or y act and rely on data and emotions you got from shit that is supposed to be /entertainement/ to do that then idfk how to deal with you

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Lord of Shadows Review (spoiler)

Hello! I am a shattered human! I finished the book about an hour ago and I can't stop sobbing! What is there to life but pain! Why would you do this to me cass! Fuck you cass! Fuck you and your amazing series and beautiful writing skills! Fuck this amazing book! Fuck the dark artifices! Fuck me! Fuck everything! I am an actual mess, like Im incapable of continuing my life in a sane manner after this book. AND NOW I HAVE TO WAIT TWO FUCKING YEARSS FOR THE NEXT BOOK? FUCK EVERYTHING Overview: -cortana (emma's sword) destroyed the mortal sword (so it now has the essence of the black volume and the power of raziel's mortal sword in her hands) -lightwood (the inquisitor) is dead (killed by anabelle. Now julian and emma's only chance to be together is over (exile) -livvy is dead (killed by anabelle) and everyone is suffering from it -kit and ty might have a beautiful blossoming romance happening soon -clary thinks she will be dying soon. Which is why she cant marry jace -tessa and magnus are sick. Their powers are fading -zara and her fucking cohort are fucking shit up for downworlders -kieran is with diego in the scholomance for protection -cristina has some weird threesome shit with mark and kieran -the unseelie king made anabelle disspear. She is alive -basically everything is completly fucked up. But hey! KitTy is still a thing!