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[tiredassmage]

can we hear more about in dreams, hopes to die... 👉👈 those lines are so tasty..

CHOMPING AT THE BIT, AYE AYE CAPTAIN!!!!

Would you believe me if I reveal that this snippet is from the same piece? It's obviously an overall not very good time kind of piece, so I felt a tiny bit bad about it for once and decided to throw Tyr a bone. Valkorian and Tyr's own conga line of bad times couldn't be the only thing in five years worth of dreams, I figured, lol.

Also, that very scene is where the banger In the dark, it’s easier to hide and easier to tell the truth came from, lol.

Don't get too excited though because that's... very short. And also it's mentally set to Eyelids by PVRIS, so uh. It still punches me in the face.

Eventually I'll hopefully throw him another bone and give him and Theron's time on Rishi or Yavin IV a little pass because I'd like to think Theron's at least a little right and something came up. And stars know Tyr needs a fuckin' break, good gods almighty anlkfdnafldsf. Says she who continues to put that man in Situation after Situation after Situa-

And it was very hard to stop at just the first line for that initial post because the three lines that follow it are the meat and potatoes of what is currently the opening sequence of what I hope will eventually be a coherent fic. Or at least kinda coherent. It's still a very nebulous piece and I kinda like that, so I might not really do much more setup because it seems fitting that there wouldn't be a lot of setup and transition in something like the carbonite dreams era.

And, perhaps unsurprisingly given the nature of the setup of that chapter, but a lot of these scenes flirt with the concept of death. Tyr's dangerous dedication to "finishing the job" isn't anything new to those of us who have been here a while, lol, but this is a good character study piece if you're newer to my favorite blorbo, though it's an undeniably heavy one and obviously a bit fucky and nebulous by nature.

Also, fair warning, yes I'm giving you lines, but also I am going to give you a ramble and a half about Tyr lore because this is the piece I'm stuffing some juicy tick-tock workings into because I realized it was good for that and I love my boy so much, he's so fucked up. I love him though.

Anyway, I teased, so the next three lines of that scene, as foretold beneath the cut:

At first, it’s a firing squad. Mud cakes their boots and the rain pelts heavy on worn, drawn faces.

Tyr pushes to his feet unsteadily. A flash of lighting breaks overhead, glancing off of leveled blasters and hollowed eyes.

It will end as it should: without a soul remembering his name. He’d prefer it that way.

Okay, so... this is also not necessarily a piece I intended to write, but I realized there is... almost no better place to do a deep dive into some of the things that tick inside of Tyr that maybe aren't best portrayed in dialogue alone. This also wasn't meant to be in present tense, but it didn't feel right in past, so I ended up caving and that's... been a theme of the week, I guess, lol.

This is also like. I always chuckle a bit in that scene from Visions in the Dark later where Valkorian threatens you to meet his challenge and grow stronger or die alone and unremembered because wouldn't that just be ideal for a former Cipher. Wasn't that how the story was supposed to end? He didn't ask for your bullshit, grandpa.

There's currently two other scenes I have - they're all relatively short as I try to keep with that sort of drifting feeling. But the other one that might [Large Eyes Emoji] be of... relevant interest...

What’s been done has already been done. It doesn’t matter what it was. Maybe it won’t matter to anyone else.

Because it’s going to end here and now. Such were the decrees of the Sith - of the Empire.

Absolutes.

It matters to him that he tried. This is one of the kinder ways this could go - quietly, without the fanfare of blood on his teeth and a fire in his eyes.

“For what it’s worth, sir?” Nine exhales long and slow as he closes his eyes. “I’ve always admired you… You did your best.”

Finally.

No.

More.

Running.

“But I’m not going back.” The old man’s one of the few he could ever hope to ask this final favor. “Finish this - what we started.”

The Minister of Intelligence pulls the trigger.

It’s over before Tyr feels the ground beneath him.

Also topical given the "are others concerned about their sleep schedule" tag post reblogged earlier today, lol, and the idea of chronic nightmares. That Tyr and I haven't talked about. To each other. Or the world. Possibly not with the people he cares about, either. I'm sure Theron knows nebulously that he can have some troubled sleep - you don't share a bed with someone and not notice how consistently they have trouble falling or staying asleep.

But I think the fuckiest part of the whole Castellan Restraints period for Tyr is how he doesn't want to let the old man down. The Minister is more a father figure in Tyr's eyes than his own father, quite honestly [Tyr has a... kind of non-existant relationship with his entire family, unfortunately - and it's not because he went into Intelligence], and there's absolutely a part of that dynamic that is mentor and protégé.

And it's important to me that he sees this scenario with the Minister and not Shara - at least in Chapter Two, where it first haunts his nightmares with some consistency. Because I made a conscious choice in Shara knowing as Keeper about his Restraints - not because that ever comes up in-game, but because it adds something very crunchy to their already doomed narrative. And the background to that decision is that I decided it's... the kind of silent acknowledgement that the Minister can afford to give of their more intimate relationship. It's damage control, mitigation. With a heavy heart I imagine he tells her this in private, off the record, because Nine was her Cipher. And both of them still hold him in high regard.

Nine's given a possibly unusually loose leash to pursue the SIS investigation because of the Minister and Keeper's word; Watcher Three mentions this in broad strokes when he questions you about the blackout in records.

Anyway, the point to me mentioning this is actually that Tyr makes a very conscious effort to not think about this in the midst of the Restraints causing problems. He's reluctant enough to cede that he should hold the Minister responsible for this gross violation of his privacy and trust, but he's even more reluctant to give that the woman he loves has any knowledge or hand in the process - unwittingly or, especially, wittingly. Ultimately, he stubbornly doesn't hold them responsible. It hurts less to place the blame elsewhere. And he never loses the inescapable nostalgic kick to go home in the sense of the old paradigm - him and Keeper and the Minister.

He gave them everything.

And there's something in here about his regret at not being able to say all of this respect in better words or more directly. There's that acknowledgement that there's one person he trusts to understand why this was his breaking point. And, ultimately, there's the acceptance of the likelihood that none of this is going to end well, that he's living on borrowed time stolen from fate or destiny, or hell, maybe the Force. Tyr doesn't give a whole lot to whatever higher powers might be out there - relying on them hasn't ever saved him and he doesn't expect it to.

It makes it very interesting to watch him knowingly and willingly lie about the Black Codex after he lets Ardun walk with it and promises to double for the SIS. In a way, he's committing the greatest failure and throwing away everything the Minister has fought so hard with him to maintain and keep, especially when both of them have spoken of ideals instead of goals, etc. But it's necessary. It's what's best for Tyr, mentally, at that point. And even one of the figures he loves and respects the most can't override that desperate intrinsic need to fight for himself. The old man is, after all, one of the largest advocates of it throughout his career as Nine.

And, I suppose speaking of the nostalgia for Intelligence, my favorite set of lines from the final scene so far:

She’s sobbing against his shoulder. Dust and blood stain an almost unfamiliar uniform - he hasn’t worn uniform on Dromund Kaas in months, maybe years…

Everything’s been such a blur since Intelligence was disbanded…

so YEAH. I uh. I have a lot of feelings and this is where I'm sniffling and sobbing and word vomiting them into one doc but in story format, I suppose, lol.

Also completely unrelated to this particular fic but I am. Still thinking so intently about Eight x Tyr thoughts. They're now living rent free in my head and all of this.... absolute devotion stuff... hrhrhghghghghghghghrhhg. Brain vibrates because this is obviously all related to it because of the few people who could ever possibly understand any part of this series of events and feelings, it'd be another Cipher.

Tyr really does mourn Intelligence like... ghhghg. I'm unwell about it. He gave everything to it and its success. He doesn't regret it. The SIS investigation and the following fall of Imperial Intelligence were some of the worst fucking years of his life and it's destroyed him, really. He's living in and with the ruins like a bombed out city. It destroyed his everything and he'd almost gladly let it finish the job and destroy him to finally get his retribution. And he'd just as gladly let love destroy it all and rebuild it from the rubble when he has the right person beside him. Something something doesn't realize that he doesn't want or need to continue that destruction, he just needs fucking... idk validation or something. Acceptance. Acknowledgement. And then they can work on what "okay" looks like in the aftermath. He needs to be just as responsible for someone else's "okay" to even begin figuring out what the hell it looks like for him. hOUgh anyway.

I'm fucking normal about Cipher Nine, obviously. Thanks for comin' to my TED Talk.

[drunkonduty]

Tori is flat, fuck horny culture.

[asb-fan]

[somnosodomy]

[amelia-yap]

lalalala

[twistiraki]

🎀 Torn between two loves 🎀

‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗ TᗯIᔕTEᗪ ᗯOᑎᗪEᖇᒪᗩᑎᗪ Characters Vilxf!reader, Neigexf!reader Warnings cheating ‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗

You stood on the bustling set of the latest film starring Neige LeBlanche, your boyfriend. The air buzzed with excitement as the crew scurried about, setting up for the next scene. Neige, with his usual radiant smile, was chatting with the director. His presence was like a warm hug to everyone around, including you.

But today, your eyes weren't on Neige. Instead, they were drawn to Vil Schoenheit,who played the antagonist. He stood across the set, commanding attention even in his stillness. His beauty was otherworldly, a contrast to Neige's innocent charm.

You had always admired Vil from afar, but being on set with him was a different experience altogether. The allure was magnetic, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being pulled toward him.

As if sensing your gaze, Vil turned his head, his piercing eyes meeting yours. A shiver ran down your spine. He arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and before you knew it, your feet were moving towards him.

"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth, like silk.

You nodded, feeling your heart race. "Yes. Vil, it's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," he replied, his lips curving into a slight, knowing smile. "I've seen you around with Neige. How are you enjoying the set?"

"It's amazing," you said, trying to steady your voice. "Everyone is so talented. Including you, of course."

Vil's smile widened. "Thank you. But I sense there's something on your mind. Care to share?"

You hesitated. It felt wrong to open up to him, yet there was an honesty in his gaze that made you feel safe. "It's... complicated. Neige is wonderful, but sometimes I feel lost. He has so many fans, and I can't help but feel like I'm just another face in the crowd."

Vil's eyes softened with understanding. "Ah, the burden of loving someone adored by the masses. It must be difficult to find your place."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "I want to be the only one for him, but it feels impossible. He's always so busy, so surrounded by admirers. I feel invisible."

Vil reached out, gently cupping your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You are far from invisible, Y/N. You are unique, and anyone who can't see that is a fool."

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. "How do you deal with it? All the attention?"

He let out a soft laugh. "It's part of the job. But it doesn't define me. What matters is how I see myself and the relationships I value. Perhaps Neige needs a reminder of that."

You sighed. "I don't know if he ever will. He’s so kind, but sometimes I feel like he’s kind to everyone in the same way he is to me."

Vil's gaze intensified. "Then perhaps you need to show him what he stands to lose. Remind him that you are not just another fan, but someone irreplaceable."

You felt a surge of determination. "You're right. I need to stand out, not blend in."

Vil's hand lingered on your chin for a moment longer before he let go. "Good. And if you ever need someone to remind you of your worth, you know where to find me."

Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions. Gratitude, longing, and something else you couldn't quite place. "Thank you, Vil. You've helped more than you know."

He nodded, his expression softening. "Anytime, Y/N. Now, go and be the star you were meant to be."

As you walked away, your mind buzzed with possibilities. Neige might have been your first love, but Vil had ignited something within you—a strength, a desire to be seen. It was time to step out of the shadows and claim your place in the light.

And maybe, just maybe, that light would lead you back to Vil.

The next weekend, you planned a special date with Neige on Sage's Island. You hoped the peaceful surroundings would offer a rare moment of privacy for you and Neige.

You wore a dress you knew Neige loved, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you walked hand in hand through the quaint streets, the two of you were like any other couple, lost in your own world.

Neige, ever the gentleman, was attentive, pointing out interesting sights and sharing stories that made you laugh. For a while, everything felt perfect.

But perfection is fleeting.

A group of fans spotted Neige, their excited squeals breaking the piece. They swarmed around him, their adoration palpable. Neige, being his usual kind-hearted self, didn't have the heart to turn them away. He smiled, signed autographs, and posed for photos, his eyes lighting up with every fan interaction.

You stood to the side, watching as Neige's attention was pulled away from you. The sting of being overlooked crept in, a familiar ache. The fans' faces blurred as tears welled up in your eyes.

Trying to stay composed, you mumbled, "Neige, I'll be right back."

But he didn't hear you. His focus was entirely on the fans. You turned away, your steps quickening as you fled the scene. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you found yourself running, not knowing where to go.

Your feet led you to the edge of the island, near a secluded path that led to Night Raven College. You stopped, leaning against a tree, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Y/N?"

The voice was unmistakable. You looked up to see Vil standing a few feet away, concern etched on his face. His presence was both a surprise and a comfort.

"Vil..." you whispered, your voice breaking.

He closed the distance between you in a few strides. "What happened?"

You shook your head, wiping at your tears. "It's... Neige. The fans... He gives them so much attention, and I just... I feel invisible."

Vil's expression hardened for a moment before softening again. He reached out, his hand gently brushing a tear from your cheek. "You deserve better than to feel like this, Y/N. You deserve to be cherished."

You looked into his eyes, the sincerity in his gaze breaking through your pain. "I tried to impress him, to stand out. But it feels like I'll never be enough."

Vil's hand moved to cup your face, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. "You are more than enough. Neige's inability to see that is his failure, not yours."

His touch was warm, grounding you. "Vil, I don't know what to do. I love him, but it hurts so much."

He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Sometimes, the person we love isn't the one who can give us what we need. Sometimes, we need to find the strength to seek out our own happiness."

Your breath hitched, his words resonating deep within you. "And what if I can't find it?"

Vil's lips curled into a gentle smile. "You already have. It's in the way you stand up for yourself, the way you seek more than just surface-level affection. You deserve someone who sees you, truly sees you."

The air between you crackled with unspoken emotions. "Vil... why are you being so kind to me?"

"Because you deserve it, Y/N," he said softly. "And maybe, just maybe, because I see something special in you."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, your hearts beating in sync. You leaned into his touch, finding solace in his presence.

"Thank you, Vil," you whispered. "For everything."

He nodded, his thumb continuing its soothing motion on your cheek. "Remember, you don't have to go through this alone. I'm here, whenever you need me."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. In that moment, you realized that while Neige might hold a piece of your heart, Vil was offering you something more profound—understanding, support, and a glimpse of what true affection could feel like.

As you opened your eyes and met Vil's gaze, you felt a spark of hope. Perhaps this twist of fate was leading you to something beautiful, something meant just for you.

The silence between you and Vil stretched, filled with unspoken words and emotions. You leaned into his touch, your heart beating a little faster. Just as you were about to speak, you heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"Y/N! There you are!" Neige's voice was filled with relief as he ran up to you. He stopped short when he saw Vil's hand on your face, his expression flickering with confusion and concern.

You quickly stepped back, wiping the remaining tears from your face. "Neige..."

Vil's hand dropped to his side, his expression turning neutral as he faced Neige. "She needed some space," Vil explained calmly.

Neige looked between the two of you, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. "I was worried. The fans... I didn't realize you left."

You sighed, forcing a small smile. "I just needed a moment. It's okay, Neige."

Neige reached out, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to make you feel left out."

"It's fine," you said softly, but your mind was already spinning with a plan. You needed Neige to see you, to prioritize you. And maybe, just maybe, you could use the spark of jealousy you saw in his eyes to your advantage.

As you walked back towards the set with Neige, an idea began to form. If Neige saw you with Vil more often, maybe he would realize what he stood to lose. You glanced back at Vil, who was watching you with a knowing look. He had no idea what you were planning, and you intended to keep it that way.

Over the next few weeks, you subtly began to put your plan into action. Whenever Neige was around, you made sure to be seen with Vil. You laughed a little louder at his jokes, stood a little closer, and even touched his arm in a way that felt almost intimate.

Vil, for his part, seemed to enjoy your company, though he occasionally gave you questioning looks. Neige's reactions were immediate—his brows would furrow, and his attention would snap to you, a flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

One evening, at a wrap party for the film, you took it a step further. The venue was beautifully decorated, the atmosphere lively. Neige was surrounded by fans and colleagues, his attention divided as usual.

You spotted Vil by the bar and made your way over. He smiled as you approached. "Y/N, enjoying the party?"

You nodded, standing close enough that your arm brushed against his. "I am. But I could use some company."

Vil's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm always happy to oblige."

You laughed, leaning in a little closer. "You know, Vil, you're really good at making people feel special."

Before Vil could respond, his expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

You blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in, his voice low and intense. "I see what you're trying to do. You're using me to make Neige jealous."

You felt a pang of guilt, your plan suddenly feeling childish and cruel. "Vil, I..."

He held up a hand, silencing you. "You need to understand something. Toying with the feelings of two men isn't fair to either of us. You may not realize it, but you're hurting me too."

Your eyes widened, realization dawning on you. "Vil, I didn't mean to... I just wanted Neige to see me."

Vil sighed, his expression softening. "I understand that. But there are better ways to go about it. You deserve someone who sees you without needing to be prodded or manipulated."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Vil. I never meant to hurt you."

He reached out, gently wiping a tear from your cheek. "I know, Y/N. But you need to figure out what you really want."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings for you. "Vil, I..."

He took your hand, leading you away from the crowded venue. "Come with me. Let's find somewhere quiet to talk."

The secluded garden was peaceful, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm light around you and Vil. Sitting beside him on a bench, you felt a sense of comfort you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Y/N, do you have feelings for Neige because you love him, or because you want him to love you?" Vil's question hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

You took a deep breath, considering his words. "I thought I loved him. But now, I'm not so sure. I just wanted to feel important to him."

Vil nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "And what about me? What do you feel when you're with me?"

You looked down, your heart pounding. "I feel... seen. Appreciated. Like I matter."

Vil gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Y/N, you do matter. And not just to Neige. You matter to me."

His words sent a jolt through your heart. "Vil, I... I didn't realize..."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Y/N, I've felt something for you from the moment we met. But I never wanted to come between you and Neige. I wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn't with me."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of understanding, of clarity. "Vil, I never knew. I was so focused on trying to get Neige's attention that I didn't see what was right in front of me."

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's not too late, Y/N. You deserve to be with someone who sees you, who values you for who you are."

You leaned into his touch, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. "Vil, I think... I think I've been falling for you too."

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, tilting your head up to kiss him. But just as your lips were about to meet, Vil gently pulled back, his eyes filled with regret.

"Y/N, we can't. Not while you're still with Neige," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Your heart sank, but before you could respond, you heard a gasp. You turned to see Neige standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with hurt and confusion. From where he stood, it looked as if you and Vil had kissed.

"Y/N, what... what's going on?" Neige's voice trembled, his innocent eyes filled with betrayal.

You stood up, reaching out to him. "Neige, it's not what it looks like. We didn't—"

But Neige cut you off, his voice rising. "I saw what I saw! How could you, Y/N? I thought you loved me."

Vil interrupted, his tone firm. "It looked like nothing, Neige. You're jumping to conclusions. Y/N was just upset. We were talking."

Neige's eyes flicked to Vil, his expression turning from hurt to anger. "Talking? It looked like more than talking to me."

You stepped between them, trying to diffuse the tension. "Neige, please, let me explain."

But Neige's expression was pained. "I can't believe this, Y/N. I thought... I thought we had something special."

Vil stepped forward, his voice tinged with irritation. "Maybe you should have paid more attention to her, then. She's been feeling neglected."

Neige's confusion turned to anger. "Neglected? Y/N, is that true?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of their stares.

"Neige, listen," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. "I was trying to get your attention. I felt so invisible, and Vil was just trying to help me see my worth."

Neige's eyes softened for a moment, but the hurt quickly returned. "Y/N, you should have come to me. We could have talked about it."

"I tried, Neige," you said, your voice breaking. "But you were always so busy, so surrounded by everyone else. I didn't know how to reach you."

Vil continued, his voice cutting through the air. "Yes, Neige! While you were busy with your fans, Y/N was feeling alone and unimportant."

Neige's fists clenched, his voice rising. "And you! Trying to steal her away when she's vulnerable!"

Vil's patience wore thin. "I'm not stealing her, Neige. I'm showing her she deserves better than what you've been giving her!"

Neige's anger boiled over. "And what about you, Vil? Always lurking around, waiting for your chance!"

Vil's eyes flashed with anger. "At least I'm honest about my feelings! Unlike you, who can't see what's right in front of you!"

The tension crackled between them, each word fueled by hurt and frustration. You felt torn, trapped between their heated argument.

"Stop it, both of you!" you finally cried out, your voice trembling.

But they ignored you, too consumed by their own emotions.

"I love her, Vil. I would do anything for her," Neige declared, his voice desperate.

Vil's expression softened, but his tone remained firm. "Then start showing it, Neige. Before it's too late."

Neige's eyes narrowed. "And you, Vil? Always playing the charming prince, but deep down, you're just selfish!" You've been waiting for your chance to steal her away!"

Vil's jaw clenched, his voice low. "Selfish? You, who can't see past your own ego, accusing me of selfishness?"  "I'm not stealing anyone. But maybe if you had paid more attention to her, she wouldn't be considering other options!"

Neige stepped closer, his fists trembling with rage. "You think you're better than me, Vil? You're just as flawed!"

Vil's eyes blazed. "At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not! You're so blinded by your own pride, you can't see how you've hurt her!"

Neige's face reddened with fury. "And what about you? Taking advantage of her vulnerability!"

Vil's restraint snapped. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Neige! I've been nothing but respectful to her!"

Neige took a threatening step forward. "Respectful? You're just waiting to be alone with Y/n, so you can swoop in!"

Vil's fists clenched, his voice low and dangerous. "I'd never hurt her like you have. You don't deserve her."

The air crackled with tension, each man on the verge of exploding. You felt the weight of their anger, their words cutting deep.

But then, realization seemed to dawn on both of them. They were on the brink of a physical confrontation, but this wasn't the time or the place.

Breathing heavily, Vil and Neige stared at each other, their chests rising and falling with pent-up emotion.

Finally, Vil spoke, his voice strained. "This isn't over, Neige. But not here."

Neige nodded, his anger subsiding slightly. "You're right. This isn't the place."

"I... I need some time," you whispered, feeling torn between the two.

Vil and Neige exchanged furious glances, both filled with uncertainty and desperation.

"Take all the time you need, Y/N," Vil said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Neige nodded, his expression filled with regret. "I'll be here when you're ready, Y/N. Just know that I love you."

As they turned away from each other, you were left standing in the middle, you couldn't shake the feeling of being torn between two loves, unsure of which path to choose. The stars twinkled overhead, offering no answers, leaving you to grapple with your heart's conflicting desires.

[kupofdoodles]

leaking ii is for losers

[uncanny-tranny]

I think if we are to do marginalized communities good, it'll help to remember that often, marginalized people who seem to be "forgotten about" in the mind of bigots aren't being treated well by them either - so many marginalized people are forcibly erased and made invisible. That is not a neutral action; it is a form of violence. Not all violence will present itself in the extreme of facing physical violence. The core of any violence against marginalized peoples will often come from a similar level of hatred for them. That's why it's so important to combat all violence, even the forms of violence you don't perceive "as harmful" as other forms.

[mnonep]

More elydoc dump o3o)7 it's so joever for me

[komaedache]

up to no good

[meyerlansky]

if hotd really wanted to make my year they'd have just made eliot alys

put a long wavy wig and some mascara on him and we're off to the fucking races

[oathofoaksart]

'so are you gonna buy anything or just sit there and pout?'

i'm usually rather ship focused when it comes to getting into any fandom, but ranma saotome is one of those rare characters i love dearly in a 'ah my son' type way

so my girl cèlia has this 'older sister he never had and never asked for' vibe with him.

[scientistkink]

all my blogs:

thought i should just put a list here for the record. only some of these are used. one is excluded because its just personal venting bs lol

@turntechtestifieds @spiderspac3 @lupchie (basically just archival now) @basilsbook (rarely used) @uhavebeenhereb4 (PLEASE FOLLOW THIS ONE<3) @petricold (run mainly by an alter who hardly fronts now lol) @terribleterrestrial (hs fancomic!!)

@seconddaytodie (band ocs!!)

it would be so so epic if you would follow my homestuck fancomic blog or my fictional band blog but otherwise theyre all mostly reblogs and/or dead xP

[randomnameless]

Which is stupider, Brave!Lysithea agreeing with Supreme Leader and thinking that getting rid of crests will automatically cause the concept of people with more power over society than others to disappear, or Brave!Marianne idolizing Momo despite presumably knowing full well how much of a monster he was?

B!Lys without a doubt !

B!Lys thinking crusts makes people nobles erases Judith, Holst and hell, even Marianne herself from Fodlan (Marianne is a noble because she was adopted by Edmund, not because she has a crest, hell, her crest is hidden!!).

B!Marianna can sort of exist in the post VW limbo where it is probable that post VW Claude never said a thing about the origins of the Relics and the identity of the Elites to his classmates (just as it is probably he told them, the game doesn't want you to think about those pesky "issues") - but B!Lys exists in a verse where she ignores members of her own faction so...

I wouldn't say it's stupid per se anon, but it's a case of FEH completely ignoring events from the games to create characters (re : Ayra training A!Mareeta) with the Fodlan speciality : the vast majority of the FE16 characters (not their Nopes versions!) cannot have definite personality traits or connect two dots, because if the stars align a certain way, they can join Supreme Leader/ditch their country/family/friends for Billy's pretty eyes. Unlike the Lord who are from their, well, canon versions, B!Lys cannot say Supreme Leader's "reasoning" is nonsensical, because Lys can join Supreme Leader, let it be for Billy's pretty eyes, or because she is the only unit in the game to be able to look at her city being invaded and her friends having been massacred, and choose to side with the invaders to save her life (tfw Lys adopts more willingly the Almyran POV than Hilda, who rejects it in CF and dies fighting to protect her leader/friend).

[theropoda]

Ugh there is such a sadness watching season 8 knowing it's the finale and seeing how much is the same. i mean lots has changed but. well yknow the saying... the more things change the more they stay the same. it encapsulates both the show and house very well.... Something changes only to go back to what it was before. house needs change for the better and he had it with rehab and with prison* and he needed to turn his life around but it's still all the same office the same vicodin (some) of the same team still being snarky and hurting people and playing with medical law and ethics like a cat with a ball of yarn and making bets with wilson. things have changed. he's changed. so much has happened. but he's still in ppth, head of diagnostics, snarking at patients as he does dubiously ethical treatments of them being alone and miserable. idk there's just a melancholy to it. Whatever im rambling

[lan2lan]

In the piece you just posted, you wrote a Slither of time instead of a Sliver of time. Intentional?

hmmmm .o. although 5 magpies typically portent silver, metal was revealed to not be a representation of fate. so yeah, in a way, using slither instead of silver reflects that! likewise how the extra E when spelling a portion of the alphabet in the last stanza acts as a stand in to visually break the sequence and as physical proof for the next succession of lines. ig u could say everything in the poem is intentionally written to be a bit frantic and questionably digestible— as ur only given information as the narrator receives it therefore sharing a disorientation.