#interactive repsonse

[koneko-pi]

"Why not add a little bit of spark?" A voice said suddenly from behind the Faust children. Nymphadora had on hand on Dawns shoulder while the other leaned heavily on Dusks, a grin across her face. Her mermaid style dress was glittering bright white and silver, with off the shoulder pieces that hung loosely on her arms. Her mask barely covered her face as it was mostly transparent, in the shape of a butterfly.

Like bees to honey, the children had all gathered together, the next generation of almost every leading family was now gathering together.

"We could make it into a contest?" Nymphy looked between them all, mischef and mahyem playing in her peachy colored eyes.

"Contest?" A few of the children glanced to one another before Alister held up a hand.

"I dont think that's a good idea... some of us can get... really competitive." He smiled, doing his best to put it nicely.

"What, are you scared of losing?" Nympha squinted at him, but her smile never faultered.

"Nymphy!" The spunky silva went wide eyed as she felt herself get pulled back. "Please behave!"

Avalina, the elser twin of the two, had her sister by the arm, hugging it in hopes it would keep her from causing trouble. "She likes enticing trouble guys, I'm sorry." Ava looked just as pretty as her sister; with a matching identical mask, but her dress was the opposite. It was silver with white emroider, but instead of fitting tightly to her body, it was a traditional ballgown, flaring outwards like a silver cloud.

"Party pooper." Nymph huffed, unhappy.

"Hello, Avalinia, Nymphadora." Leon greeted the pair. "I was wondering if we would be seeing you here."

Ava released her sister and curtsied. "Hello to you too Leonidas."

"Is Mikhail with you guys?" Dusk asked, looking around curiously.

"He was." Nymph dusted off her dress. "But he's currently on his own hunt for his "Princess."" She made dramatic air qoutes around the word. "But we have Aoife."

As if on cue the little silver haired girl pushed her way around Ava's fluffy dress, almost fighting to get around it, and made her way right over to Vivian. She stood out amongst the Silva children, wearing bright red. "Hi Vivi." She smiled brightly.

Ava dress, Nymph dress, Aoife dress

The Beginning of an Enchanting Evening

My introductory post to @/lyranova's Halloween Ball event at @blackclover-emc!

My post/ocs are open for interaction!

Summary: A select group of House Faust's members make their way to the Halloween masquerade. Pairing(s): Josele x Nacht, Josele x Morgen Josele's dress | Nacht's suit | Morgen's suit Dawn's dress | Dusk's suit | Albert's suit | Varg's suit | Valerian's suit | Vivian's dress Word count: 647

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“Are you sure you all will be fine at home?”

Josele stood at the threshold of House Faust’s front entrance. She wore a floor-length ball gown with a cobalt blue bodice and a skirt that started the same hue and faded to a baby blue. A large bow at the waist and fabric flowers decorated the gown, and glitter made Josele shine like a star.

Despite being ready to attend that evening’s event, Josele hesitated to leave her home and her children who wouldn’t be in attendance.

Standing in the doorframe was Josele’s eldest daughter, Sterling. The redhead giggled and held her mother’s shoulders.

“Don’t worry about us, Mother,” Sterling answered. “Us kids drew lots so it’s not like we can be bitter about not going.”

“You’re sure?” Josele pressed, her brows furrowed.

“Very sure.” Sterling leaned back and shouted into the house. “Now don’t keep Father, Uncle, and the others waiting, Mother!” She turned Josele around and pushed her towards the cluster of family waiting for the lady of the house.

“Right then! Okay!” Josele yelped as awkwardly stumbled forward from her daughter’s push. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Take care of each other while we’re away.”

“Like we’d do anything else,” answered Sterling with a lazy wave of her hand.

With that, Sterling closed the door to House Faust and Josele went to where the rest of her family was waiting in the shade of trees. Nacht and Morgen greeted her with their usual loving smiles, plus a kiss on the hand from Nacht and a peck on the cheek from Morgen. Dawn excitedly bounced on the balls of her feet. Dusk fidgeted with the coat of his suit but there was still a small, eager grin on his face. Albert and Varg were whispering to each other, something about who will woo their beloved better. Valerian popped his knuckles, as if he was preparing for a fight and not a party. And Vivian stared at her mother, quiet and unreadable in her expression.

“Sorry for the hold up, everyone.”

“It’s perfectly alright, dear,” Morgen assured her. “Besides, we’re guaranteed to make it on time. Right?” He looked to Nacht, Dusk, and Varg.

Nacht sighed, “You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I’d be mad at you for treating me like Finral.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Morgen patted Nacht on the shoulder. “Thank you, the three of you, for helping us travel to the ball.”

“Now what are we waiting for?” Dawn exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. She threw an arm around Dusk’s shoulders. “Let’s get going!”

With Nacht and Dusk’s Shadow Magic and Varg’s Eclipse Magic, the members of House Faust sank into the shadows before rising from them in front of Clover’s grand. Valerian and Varg quickly dashed away to be the first to enter. Dawn yelled “C’mon!” while she grabbed Dusk and Albert’s wrists to drag them along. And Vivian turned to her parents and uncle.

“It appears that us youths shall be taking the lead.”

“Not that you need us to guide you in,” Josele answered. She took a moment to adjust the ribbon in Vivian’s hair before letting her go. “We’ll see you all inside.”

“Have fun, Vivi,” Nacht said.

Vivian nodded then walked towards the palace entrance.

The three seniors of House Faust took a moment to themselves to make any final touch ups to their outfits. Nacht straightened the cuffs of his dress shirt and adjusted his cravat. Morgen shook down the cloak he wore with his suit. And Josele smoothed out the large ribbon that draped down the side of her gown. Both men offered their arm to the woman they loved, to which Josele decided to take Nacht’s arm. However, she did take a second to give Morgen a kiss and whisper, “You get my first dance though, okay?”

And thus began an enchanted evening.

[mehoymalloy]

Ok so no one asked for the potential ramifications of Imogen taking off her circlet in this past episode in the Let Me sequel but I am thinking about it so y'all are gonna get it.

So let's say Otohan doesn't take the circlet from Imogen in the crevasse scene during the Solstice (you know, that hot moment where in response to Matt saying 'You want to attack her? You can't see her,' Imogen cooly says, "I don't have to see her.") So let's say Imogen keeps the circlet, and the bond is deadened for weeks.

Otohan, who had gotten used to having all these glimpses of Imogen at her fingertips whenever she liked, or even just the vague feeling of the warmth of Imogen's presence in the back of her mind, suddenly has that all snatched away. Searing heat becomes a dying ember, the faintest flutter imparting that Imogen is alive but nothing more; no more flitting thoughts, no more sharp conversations, no more dreams, even. And to Otohan's disgust, she misses it. But she has a job to do, and logically, she's better off without the distraction.

Maybe at most Otohan gets echoes of Imogen's feelings during her worst moments. The agony of a demon nearly biting Imogen in half. The horror at seeing Ashton shatter. The fear of losing Laudna for one long night. And even these faint echoes are maddening.

Then one day, Imogen removes the circlet. The tether between them, worn down to nothing but a frayed thread, suddenly surges with life. Heat races along to fill Otohan's mind until it hurts, weeks worth of thoughts and memories and experiences flashing behind her eyes too fast to process. Otohan has to grit her teeth and concentrate hard to even understand why amidst the sudden and overwhelming influx of information.

She hears Imogen say, "why would I take away a strength?"

And something cold and sharp and pleased surges from Otohan to Imogen then. From the moment they met, this is what Otohan has been urging Imogen to do. She slaughtered Imogen's friends before her eyes in order to push Imogen to embrace her gifts. For the entire existence of this mysterious connection between them, Otohan has had to watch Imogen stifle herself, stifle her strength. And it has pained Otohan because Imogen deserves more, she is more---if she would only seize it.

Hearing that soft question though a long-repressed bond now wide open between them is so satisfying. Almost as satisfying as that day in a blood-soaked street of Bassuras, watching Imogen rip apart an entire city block with her mind.

So Otohan does exactly what she did then. She smiles, and she says, with genuine and strangely gentle fervency, 'I am proud of you.'

Back then, all of Imogen's fury had curdled into fear that made her sick to her stomach.

Now, Otohan has the unique priviledge of feeling Imogen's reaction before she can repress it. Her pulse spikes at the sound of Otohan's voice in her mind after so long without it, and something that is decidedly not nausea squirms in her stomach. Otohan's pride flows freely through Imogen, and before Imogen can strangle it, something is reflected back to Otohan. Something almost shy, laced with shame and so faint but neverheless there. Imogen's own subtle sense of pride at Otohan's praise. And though Imogen immediately smothers the feeling, Otohan senses it all the same, and she certainly won't let Imogen forget it.

[novankenn]

Ice Cream Social?

A snippet from "a Mafia" AU

Pyrrha Nikos, formerly the Goddess of Death. Once the Invincible One. Was NOT happy, and very uncomfortable. Jaune Arc, the former target of a contact killing that she had only a couple short months ago attempted to cash in on without her mother's knowledge, was dragging her into a "Mom & Pop" Ice-Cream Parlor. The once assassin now "secret" girl-friend was VERY uncomfortable in such social gatherings.

"Jaune can we?" Pyrrha tentatively asked as they prepared to enter the establishment.

"Pyr?" Jaune asked, his voice indicating his confusion at his "bodyguard's" resistance. "Is something wrong?"

"No... maybe... yes?" Pyrrha stuttered out.

"Ah... huh?" Jaune raised an eye brow. He withdrew his hand from the action of pushing open the establishment's main door. "That was... confusing. Is there something wrong, Pyr? You know you can tell me anything right?"

"Anything... su... sure. I... know that." Pyrrha replied, while her in her mind she pictured Jaune's mother and sisters giving her a glare. Pyrrha KNEW she couldn't tell Jaune the reality of the world, that she was part of, and that his family was shielding him from.

"Pyr?"

"It's just... just I feel underdressed... and I've never... gone to one of these before." Pyrrha's voice faded from tentative to barely above a whisper as she answered.

"It's an Ice Cream social, Pyr." Jaune informed her. "It's not a big deal, just a bunch of us spending money on ice-cream to help a local charity."

"But... still..." Pyrrha stammered, a slight embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks. It was a combined reaction, one from not knowing how to be average and normal, along with the fact she was acutely aware of Jaune's hands cupping own.

"Wait here." Jaune smiled, that warm goofy, comforting gesture. Pyrrha's heart skipped several beats every time he used it on her.

"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked suddenly wishing he hadn't released her hands.

Her scroll buzzed in her pocket as Jaune stepped through the door, leaving her alone outside. Pulling it out after loosing sight of Jaune in the crowd gathered in the shop, she opened the messaging application. It was a message from Terra. Jaune's sister-in-law, and a member of the legendary Sisters of Mercy. A fact when revealed caused Pyrrha to seriously question many of her life choices.

"Stop being a fraidy-cat and woman up, Nikos!"

"What? How? Where?" Pyrrha typed out in response.

"Inside. To your left." was the repsonse.

Pyrrha looked up from her scroll and in the direction instructed. There seated at the counter running the length of the massive plate glass windows was Terra Cotta-Arc. Eating a rather large and overly topped sundae. Pyrrha actually was surprised at just how many toppings the dusky skinned woman had piled onto the dish. So many in fact she couldn't even tell what flavor of ice-cream she was eating.

Terra smiled at the former assassin, as she took another heaping spoonful of toppings. Raising her free hand she wiggled her fingers at Pyrrha, before dropping her hand back to the table and typing something out on her scroll.

"You need to woman up there, Goddess. You won't catch Jaune's eye acting like some pre-teen school girl."

"I am not!"

"Yes you are." Terra replied. "You fell for him, not step up and stake your claim before some skank steps in."

"I would never let that happen!"

"There's that fire!" Terra replied, "Now... oh never mind."

"Huh?" Pyrrha responded, until she head the bell chime as the door was opened. Looking up, he blush became instantly nuclear. In a complete replay of their first face to face interaction Jaune was standing before her, a simple, plain ice-cream cone held out to her.

(Commissioned Image by @pilot-boi)

"Ja... Jaune?"

"Here Pyr." Jaune stepped forward holding the slowly starting to melt creamy treat. "I made my donation, and got you a treat. We can go somewhere else, if this make you that uncomfortable."

"I..." Pyrrha hesitated. Her scrolled buzzed, and she took a quick glance. It was another message from Terra.

"Pussy. Take the cone!"

"Pyr?" Jaune questioned, a look of concern, "I thought you liked vanilla? Did I mes..."

"NO!" Pyrrha shouted, startling Jaune. He almost dropped the cone, and if it wasn't for Pyrrha's honed reflexes it would have been lost to the sidewalk. "Thank you."

Jaune's faltering smile returned twenty-fold, making Pyrrha almost swoon, as he lifted the cone with a shaking hand and gave it a lick. Pyrrha actually preferred cookies-n-cream, but each time Jaune got her vanilla... it tasted like heaven.

"Good girl. ;-)" appeared on her scroll. Pyrrha hurriedly stuffed the object into her pocket before reaching out and tentatively taking Jaune's hand.

"Want some?" Pyrrha asked her cheeks glowing a vibrant red, as she held the cone out towards Jaune.

Jaune didn't lick the cone, but instead took a bite off the opposite side that she had been licking. His goofy ice-cream coated grin making Pyrrha's heart fluttered.

"Want to go for a walk in the park?" Jaune asked.

Pyrrha nodded, as she let Jaune take her hand, and when he wasn't looking twisted her cone about and took her own bite off the side of the cone he had. She felt her scroll buzz, and buzz and buzz. Obviously her little action didn't go unnoticed. Pyrrha was dreading what those messages would say once she looked at them. Taking another bite from her cone, she let Jaune lead the way towards thier next destination.

[astradyke]

two nightmare thoughts for dan's appearance in bitlife

(1) dan appears on a dating app and phil decides to accept because how can he not, the game makes dan break up with him a year later. phil keeps yelling out to dan somewhere in the phouse about this whose repsonses range inconsistently from "thats nice sweetie" to genuine emotional investment

(2) dan appears for a one night stand . phil accepts and regardless of how it goes he makes a vague comment that is ENTIRELY too telling and then moves on to never interact with dan's bitlife character ever again

option 2 is more haunting to be clear. also neither of these will happen but i can afford to cash in some prophecies right now who knows what'll happen

[lyranova]

“ Nothing yet, I’m afraid,” William told Briar with a small shrug.

“ But give it time,” Zera began with a smirk as she wrapped an arm around Briar’s waist to help keep her steady on her feet.

“ I’m sure something exciting will happen if Nora and Kito have anything to say about it!” Zera continued, raising her voice slightly so it would carry far enough for the King and Queen of Spade to hear her.

Fuegoleon couldn’t help but let out a small sigh at her words as Solara chuckled softly behind her hand.

“ Oh, are the young Lords and Ladies of the houses also attending the ball?” Lavdendel asked excitedly as her eyes began to scan the ballroom.

“ A few of them are, yes,” Nozel said as he also took a small sip of his drink.

“ Maybe you’ll get to meet a few of them later this evening!” Josele said with a gentle smile.

“ I would love that!” Lavendel replied cheerfully as she clutched her teddy bear tightly to her chest.

“ Maybe they’ll even manage to liven up this party with a few antics!” Briar suggested with a giggle.

“ Hopefully none of those antics will involve my children,” A calm, quiet voice suddenly spoke behind them.

The group turned around to see the King and Queen of Spade, Yuno and Neva Grinberryall, walking towards them; their green suit and purple dress complimenting each other as much as the couple themself did.

Masquerade ball

This is my initial entry to Lyra's 1k follower/Halloween event taking place through @blackclover-emc

I welcome interactions to this post~!

Entry length ~1.1k Pairing: Fuegoleon x Solara (OC) Summary of entry: Just some flirting on the way to the ballroom Picture: From pinterest Art (at the end): My own

Sun was setting behind the horizon, which painted the sky in various hues of red and purple that turned into the blue that would eventually become the canvas of the night sky. Eventually this canvas would bring out the lights of the castle out far better than they were now, in this dim light of autumn dusk. The light that was illuminated by the chandeliers and candelabras; the sea of candles in the hallways and the staircases, even before they way lead to the ballroom itself; the place where the Halloween ball would take place.

Each guest had been instructed to wear a mask, which was perfectly on theme with Halloween, and masquerade balls weren’t unknown to nobility. If anything. It was a novelty, which was approached very differently by various individuals.

Some sought to choose their masks and outfits in a manner that deemed them unlikely to be themselves, while others… continued to thrive in the palettes and motifs that they wore every day. But no matter the approach, it was a welcomed twist to a regular function.

A night away from duties and reports and paperwork and worry.

Something both Solara and Fuegoleon had been looking forward to. Even though the evening could have been spent in resting. But. Evening such as this didn’t come around too often, so it’d be worth it.

“What are you looking forward to the most?” She asked as they climbed up the stairs, as she was holding onto the hem of her golden dress with her left hand, and kept her right hooked with his.

He replied with a thoughtful hum. “Perhaps… the cocktail hour after dancing. The sun has set by then, and it serves a good moment to sit down, have a drink, enjoy the delicacies and…”

“Just be?” She gave him a glance as a smirk decorated her lips.

“Precisely,” he nodded with a smile of his own.

“And here I thought you would have been most interested in the treasure hunt. Or the dancing,” she half teased, as her heels clicked against the marble floor of one of the landings on their way up.

“The dancing is marvelous as well,” he chuckled. “But… I prefer alone time with you,” he stopped in the middle of the landing, took her hand, and lifted it to his lips.

Her head turned to him, and found his eyes, which stayed locked in his as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the back of hers. The gaze; the eyes, which were filled with intent and devotion, as if it was the only thing he saw. A rather ravenous gaze best given out of the ballroom.

“And here I though you enjoyed showing how well we dance together,” she teased again, while leaning a bit forward; the words falling from her lips like decadent, soft, silk, or perhaps rich taffeta. Or a bit of both. Something he wished to taste on his lips, despite the taste being very familiar to him.

But. It was a taste that he could never get enough of.

“I do,” his tone was hushed but low, almost a growl. “There is a purpose to it,” he added. “And the purpose is to show who is my wife, and who is mine out of her own volition.”

“So ‘don’t get in the way’?” She teased again, while placing her hand onto his cheek.

He nodded, blinking as he did.

“As if I’d have eyes for anyone else,” she said while taking half of a step closer, and pressed her forehead against his.

“I know,” he told her with a whisper, as if a pledge. “But I’m-“

“Territorial, I know, I know,” she told with amusement. “Easy there, lion.”

He leaned back and let out a laugh. “Never did I think there’d be a day when you tell me to behave, my love.”

“I think it to be only fair,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb. “After all, you’ve started completing my sentences more, so perhaps it ought to be my turn to tell you to behave.” There was joke in there, in the gentle, amused, affection of her tone. But it was wrapped in the tender emotions that still vibrated through the gilded threads of fate, now spun into ropes.

“Don’t I always?” He mused to himself as his hand moved to tuck a nonexistent lock of hair behind her ear.

“Most of the time.”

“Most of the time?”

“Most of the time,” she nodded. “And when you don’t, you’re defending something or someone, so… I can’t condemn you,” she uttered and leaned forward to place a kiss onto his lips.

A single, refined kiss. Her lips took a hold of his lower one, as if to assure him, that she wasn’t going anywhere. That she’d stay there, and adore him the best she could. Through the thick and thin. Not that life could throw anything more their way than what had already passed.

And throughout it all, they had worked through it. Chosen to love each other, despite the adversity. Because being in love was a choice, as much as it was the feeling of love itself.

“We’ll be late,” she noted while leaning back, but her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, speaking of what she wished for more.

“One more before we go?” A careful wish.

And she would have deemed herself cruel, had she not granted him her wish.

Which is why she leaned closer again, and pressed another onto his lips. One that was more secure in its grasp than the previous.

But as she leaned away, he stole one more; a quick peck onto her lips.

And she smiled.

“It’s a good thing you’ve hidden a part of your handsomeness behind that mask,” she teased as she ran her fingers along the lapels of his coat.

“I would return the sentiment, but there is no hiding your beauty, even under that mask,” he told her. Without missing a beat. Without a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re going to have to stop being so charming for a moment,” she smiled.

And he chuckled.

Just chuckled and pressed another kiss onto the back of her hand, before offering his arm out to her.

“Shall we?” He inquired as she linked her arm together with his again, and nodded.

And so, they continued to ascend the stairs towards the ballroom, to meet whoever they’d come across.

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[ectterna]

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[deanbrainrotwritings]

HEY, Y’ALL!

I’ve been on Tumblr since I was 10 years old posting about SPN and Dean in an account I’m too embarrassed to admit I had… ANYWAY, just wanna say that I don’t know how to use Tumblr anymore for some reason (I went on hiatus in 2016 before creating my new account @tearsfordean) 😭 THE POINT IS, that I love reading your comments, tags, and reblogs SO MUCH

I don’t wanna seem like.. distant or unappreciative??? idk, I’m AWKWARD NGL, so I don’t always know what to say in repsonse.. but y’all make me laugh so hard fr XD And while I don’t respond much or answer on time, this is my way of saying that I see y’all (👀) and that I really appreciate y’all and all the stuff I don’t know how to say…

So.. yeah LOL… I’m gonna try to interact more bc y’all are so awesome and sweet <3

— eris

[dreamybasil]

omotwitter is hell lmao don't interact with it if you ever actually somehow GET Twitter

That's in repsonse to me un-deactivating to scrape a thread I made

i never used twitter tbh so im vibing

[mekakure-monday]

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[silenthillmutual]

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3. Tell me about one of your fics you think is underrated/underappreciated.

hmmm... probably a gen fic. even in small fandoms i;ve found that gen fics get so little attention. so i would say something like my mind has changed my body's frame, because it feels like the proportions (interaction comparative to time spent working on it) are off. but who knows! maybe the interaction is deserved and i just need to get better at writing.

6. How do you come up with ideas?

a lot of it comes from one of two places: thinking "i bet this would be a terrible situation to be put in" *puts a character in that situation*, and/or talking with my friends. the brainstorming sessions are neverending with me.

22. Do you reply to comments?

i try to. there's not always a lot for me to say in repsonse to some comments. the really nice ones leave me kind of braindead in a good way - it's always great but surprising when someone puts that amount of effort into replying to something i've made. i have a folder on my desktop of favorite comments i've received. it's good to hold onto them, imo, for when you're feeling self-conscious about your writing.

31. Do you listen to music while writing?

it depends on whether i'm feeling over or understimulated. i usually write with some kind of playlist on in the background, because writing with no noise or the wrong kind of noise is really difficult to do! but if i'm oversimulated from the rest of the day then i kinda have to write without it on or i get irritated.

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[redshiftsinger]

Yeah the thing is, people who grew up with an abusive parent don't just 1-1 either learn to behave the same way as that parent, OR always behave the way that parent tried to make them. It ends up being a weird muddle of, some fucked up shit became normalized in your brain, because your parents did it to you and justified it as if it was normal, but at the same time you learned to appease them rather than mimic them -- seriously, just try mirroring an abuser's behavior at them sometime. They HATE it. Growing up with an abusive parent, you learn a lot of contradictory "rules" for going through life.

Trauma doesn't inherently make people better OR worse, morally. It mostly makes people a lot more complicated. Sometimes, abused children do grow up to be copies of their parents, having taken on a lot of normalization of fucked up behavior patterns, and reconciled the contradictory rules they learned growing up into "might makes right". More often, abused children grow up to struggle with maintaining healthy relationships not because they copy their parents the moment they end up in a position of power over another person, but because the coping strategies that helped them survive that environment as children are maladaptive in healthy adult interactions and get in the way. None of the big threat responses (fight/flight/freeze/fawn) is a very effective way of dealing with the mild to moderate stresses that are normal in a healthy relationship, when a person has been trained into hyperreactivity to stress by long-term abuse.

And this show does demonstrate Ed's trauma responses very clearly, and fight is NEVER his first reaction. It's sometimes a secondary one when the first thing he tries fails to bring about a satisfactory resolution to the situation, or when situations pile up on each other and he's already using a different threat response for Situation 1 when suddenly Situation 2 hits him and fight kicks in, but it's never the first thing he tries -- and even when it's a situation pile-up, which IIRC happens twice (French Party Boat and when he's confronted by the Navy guys right after getting fired from the fishing job) he's still either briefly in another response first (freeze, with the Navy guys) or he restrains the fight response (Antoinette startles him when he's already using fawn at the party and he automatically grabs the nearest weapon-like object and raises it, but stops, and only displays verbal aggression beyond that before running out of the room -- back to flight).

Overall, his primary reaction seems to be fawn, secondarily freeze, flight third, and fight dead last, though as is realistic he doesn't always go through them in exactly that order because human psyches are complicated things and the point of threat repsonses is to maximize survival chances, it's normal for someone with a long and complicated history of trauma like Ed does to have complicated threat-response default patterns depending on the kind of situation.

Even the whole thing with the Kraken is mostly one big fawn response. Izzy demanded that he perform violence; he's doing as expected of him. Izzy in particular gets him to cycle through threat responses rapidly a few times -- in s1 when Izzy confronts him in the cabin, he starts with fawn, then fight when he pins Izzy to the wall, and then he freezes when that didn't work either. Then he goes back to fawn by choosing to conform to Izzy's expectations and perform the role of Blackbeard. In s2 when Izzy walks in on him with the cake topper, he snaps into a combo flight/fawn deflection attempt. Then when Izzy confronts him again he starts with freeze, barely responding and hunching over the table like he's trying to block Izzy out. Then he flees and gets back into the fawn character in front of the crew (flight/fawn combo with the manic kind of deflection, again), and when Izzy follows him and continues the confrontation he FINALLY resorts to fight again.

okay. okay. I think I've finally figured out the worst part of the "Ed's going to be an abuser just like his dad" headcanon some of y'all have.

let's go for a ride.

abuse is cyclical, and not just in a micro sense. it's not just "I love you, you're garbage, I'm sorry, I love you, I'm the only one who loves you because you're garbage, I'm sorry, I love you," etc. I mean macro. I mean generationally.

I mean that parents teach their children how to have relationships. we show our kids how adults interact with each other, how adults interact with kids, how kids should interact with kids. we model this behavior constantly. it's one of the most nerve-wracking things about being a parent, actually: you live in a fish bowl now, and the fish bowl is your home, and your children are constantly observing your behavior and interactions, even when you don't want them to, even when you think they're not.

growing up in a home with an abusive parent doesn't just expose you to the abuse—physical, emotional, psychological, religious, whatever it is—it teaches the child that this is how relationships work. and then this kid goes out into the world, interacting with other humans all willy-nilly, and bringing all the knowledge that their parents armed them with to bear. and when the kid (hopefully) realizes that wait, actually, shouting and throwing things and hitting people isn't good, that's not the way you interact, it is solely up to that kid to fix their shit. if they're lucky, they've got someone in their life to help them with that. but even once you've recognized that there's Bad Stuff happening in your interpersonal relationships, you have to retrain your brain. you have to change your go-to reaction. because you can recarve your neural pathways, but it is fucking hard work.

I didn't grow up with a physically abusive parent; I grew up with an emotionally abusive one. every time my partner does something that annoys me, or we disagree on something, and my reaction is "well, I don't really feel like talking"—if you don't think that I don't half- to full-on panic about wait is this the silent treatment, am I doing what my dad did, you are absolutely incorrect. it is a constant fear, that my reactions are inherently abusive. I am constantly gaslighting myself into believing that everything I do in a relationship is bad, hurtful, abusive. I am constantly having to convince myself that it's okay sometimes not to want to talk, and to sometimes be annoyed, and to sometimes disagree, and that none of this is inherently abusive.

now. Ed fucking Teach. do you not think the guy's spent some time introspecting? examining his inner most self? he's smart, and he's depressed, so, yeah. I bet he has. so do you not think, you absolute monsters, that he isn't doing the same fucking thing? Ed Teach, who convinced himself that defending him and his mom against constant violence (a white man, and as if this was a random choice)—ultimately saving their lives (and no, this is not an exaggeration)—made him an unloveable, unlikeable monster. Ed Teach, who is so desperate for love and friendship that his biggest fantasy is owning an inn, where people stay because they want to.

do you really think that one of the thousand internal battles Ed my beloved is fighting isn't don't be your dad don't be your dad don't be your dad? fighting, fucking tooth and nail, to be different. (same as Stede!) this reactionary headcanon literally misses so much of the point of the whole character; it buys into the British Navy's propaganda about him, and worse. it buys into the narrative that a man of color is inherently violent, inherently incapable of change.

[chiyohsrifle]

8 and 12?

8. Favorite Hannibal meme

tell me will is iconic. isaacs facebook memes are also priceless. that and the girlboss! hannibal ones also live in my head rent free

12. Jack Crawford. Thoughts?

oh sir crawford. where to begin with that man. i love him sm, legit one of my favorite characters in the whole. his devotion to bella makes me ache so hard, the way his need for justice/to see wrongs righted is so strong that it can become misguided and hypocritical is so interesting. i also rlly like how he clearly cared about everyone he worked with and truly dont understand ppl who write him as a cold, distanced boss who just wanted to use will. hes a lot more complicated than that and i wish ppl would write him accordingly. anyway yeah only cop i respect and he DEFINITELY was into hannibal but did nothing cuz he loved bella too much

hannibal ask game

[luciens-silly-girl]

「Lucien's Moment - Unexpected」

[vakariansmonocle]

wild trying to type rn bc I'm I think dissociating but I'm like unsure a bit but my hands sure as fuck don't feel like they're actually touching the keyboard while I type this. like I can see it happening but I can't feel my body moving to follow the thought being typed out ya know

PTSD response said; freeze cry and dissociate from your body just in case

[suzuki-violin-school]

I hate it so much when people reblog ask games without sending something in :/

[kazuhasmaid]

sliver silver chance pt. 2

kaeya & diluc (familial)

synopsis: part 2

genre: fluff/angst

a/n: lmk if you guys want this to be continued! lowercase intended :O

no beta read we die like khaenriah

it had been a week since father has brought home a kid, a boy my age.

he's still so distant around me..

he had the shade of blue as the color of his hair, he also had an eyepatch, i do

wonder what that's about..

i do know pirates have- could he perhaps be a pirate?!

waaaa... i may have a pirate in my house!

hm, one challenge though, i have nothing against my father's wishes to welcome the

new boy in our mansion,

i do have a problem..

how do you approach someone and become friends with him?

...i prefer to be with myself most of the time, to quietly observe, so..

when it comes to interaction, i.. i get struck..

MAN UP DILUC RAGVINDR! WHERE ARE YOUR VALUES?!

right. father raised me to do the best i can with everything i try to accomplish.

as the youngest successor of the ragvindr clan..

i must make this my first mission!

to befriend the new pirate boy!- what- huh?

the red-headed boy turned the corner to hear louder sounds coming from the cart

shipments they've received earlier morning,

the boy strode to the carts to see the new pirate boy he so wished to have

befriended..

but that doesnt matter as of now when the said pirate boy seemed to be in distress.

diluc stayed on the opposing side of the cart, not wanting to startle the stressed boy.

"hey.."

a startled gasp came from the other side

"what's the matter?" diluc faced his side against the cart.

"..ah- i.. uhh.." a wavering tone took over the boy's voice.

"did you get in trouble?"

no repsonse.

"did somebody hurt you?"

no response.

'think, diluc, think.' diluc scolded himself.

"...im diluc by the way, you already knew that but.. uhm.."

now it was his turn to be speechless as he couldnt find the words he'd like to say.

little did he know, the curiosity of the boy has sparked an interest of this situation.

"we... uh.. would you like to be friends?"

"friend.."

"it's uh.. like someone who you're always with, someone who plays with you, and get

along with well! I've heard my father talk about his friends all the time, and even met

them! it was really surprising how well they got alo-

"...would you like me to be your friend?"

"hey.. what?"

"you ... sound like you want a friend-"

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"..i saw the banquet a few days ago.."

"ehrm.. you mean my failed attempts to making friends?" young diluc laughed.

"...yeah."

as diluc was making his way to the other side of the cart, the new boy had already been walking to his side as well, making them meet halfway as they're eyes connected.

diluc had more height, and seemed to be healthy in physique. kaeya on the other hand, had bandages around his left arm, and ankles, that seemed to be in progress of healing, his hair is disheveled, and his eyes, watery.

to this, diluc's eyes widened. he wasn't expecting kaeya to come over to his side of the cart,

"hey.. why have you been crying?" diluc sat in the cart along the barrels.

"...i.. miss my father."

diluc realized how the night that the new boy was taken in, he's mentioned about kaeya's father leaving him around mondstat to come back for him one day.

though, its been days. diluc couldn't blame the boy as he too, loved his father.

the boy's tears had stained his cheeks as he stared at the glowing lamp on the ground.

"hey, i'm sure your father will come back soon, and even if he didn't, my father's already taken himself as your guardian! im sure he wouldnt mind it being permanently as well! we'll take care good of you, feed you, treat you well, we'll teach you all sorts of things! like chess and games that i play! i know its not the same as having someone from your family doing these with you but, i, as your.. new friend, will do anything to help you cheer up.. in times like this.."

diluc had never said so many words in one go.

and to this, the boy next to him had smiled slightly, looking down at the ground, wiping his face.

"where are the masters-

the head maid, adelinde and molly awed at the sight of the two young masters getting along together as diluc's mouth turns into a comforting smile he offers to kaeya who returned the gesture back.

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