#it's tremendous. I couldn't help it I had to describe it in more detail

[yeleltaan]

From @hexenjagd

It is a gentle gesture. With a turn of her wrist she cups his chin, cradling his head within her welcoming palm and holding him there. Her fingers fitted to the shape of his jaw perfectly as she delicately tilted his head her way.

A gentle urging for him to turn her way and face her. A beckoning.

"Come now, raise your head. Lift your gaze and meet mine." it was a command, gentle in intent-- uttered through a half whisper.

"I've rarely seen such success in many an era. You rose from nothing. Hardly able to stand or even give me your name, narrowly avoiding the embrace of death, from embers to flame. Look at you. You've come so far-- transformed. Whole and beautiful. Now, raise your head with pride. You have survived."

There’s little else to see. Nothing worth a look upon the grotto’s ridged arching walls, reverberating the whisper of rain outside past the faceless bushes. Still his gaze remains downcast, absorbed by earth-sunk stones. Every so often a stray glance dares peek through black strands to briefly settle upon some corner of her contours, reaffirming him with the glimpse of boots, of a hand or the ends of her ebony locks that she is indeed still beside him. But neither stare lasts, none dare remain, he simply cannot bring himself to fully look at her.

How many times has he thought back to the distant days spent inside that tent? Thought about all the things he could have told her if he could speak the way he can today. With a solid dominion over the language they shared, understanding him would have proven much simpler. Restlessly deterred by the suffocating hold of his ignorance, so much more could have been said had he been free of it from the start. When solitude struck low, he knows he wished he had more to remember her by. Wished that and more.

And yet, is this moment not weaved from the same thread of impossible opportunity? The same wishfulness as those dreams, the sort that visited him when exhaustion got the better of him. What is this silence then, Cayin? Has she returned, made her way back to you against all probability, so you could fall quiet beside her again?

This is your chance to say what you could not.

Her touch settles under his jaw, mindful, deliberate. It doesn’t bear the same warmth it once did, but then neither did her hand in those liar dreams. Scarred bearer of comforts, it still shapes a feeling of shelter truer than any walls, as does her velvety voice, first bringer of speech to his ears. At last she brings him to look upon her, truly and sincerely. So much more vivid than any product of the mind, yet perfumed in a strange bittersweetness. Perhaps because this isn't how he imagined it. Perhaps because his eyes do not lie, and they tell clearly that the two of them are changed, so very changed since then.

But where the proof of time roots him in this indecision he cannot explain, she responds in opposite: acknowledging it in a most celebratory manner, all in recognition towards him, towards what he is today in relation to what she knew him as. In this praise, in this short tale worthy of being preserved as an epigraph in a book, she welcomes him.

Success. When she puts it that way, it’s difficult to deny. Every need fulfilled has been followed by the search of the next, but to consider what has already been achieved is a pleasure of its own worth lingering in. She continues, calls him complete, calls him beautiful, names him survivor, like titles conferred by the sword that settles upon the head and shoulders of the newly knighted. Only he does not bow, as his head is called to rise. And rise it does, hesitantly, in spite of the knot tugging at his throat. Fists clench under their sleeves until the urge to shiver ceases, and they release, open hands rising to meet the one she placed under his chin.

“Not nothing.” He speaks in a quiet certainty. Claws grasp her fingers tenderly, delicately pulling her hand down and turning his wrists so his thumbs may rest on her palm. “I had you.”

[kenobster]

When I was 19yo, I was at a comicon type of thing cosplaying a character I loved. Some guy happened to be cosplaying that character's love interest, and he had already been making me uncomfortable. When he asked me for a hug, I wanted to say no, but I felt that saying no would be considered rude. So I agreed. During the hug, he touched me inappropriately. For a threateningly long period time, he would not let me go. This happened more than ten years ago, but I still remember every detail to this day. The memory brings me tremendous shame. It makes me feel powerless.

Just yesterday, I was walking around downtown on my lunch break. Some man with clearly nefarious intentions attempted to hide behind a pillar and jump out at me as I walked by (I wish I was kidding). Luckily, I saw him ahead of time and moved away from the danger zone. When he jumped out where I would've been, I glared at him to convey that I knew what was going on and that I wouldn't make things easy. He backed down.

Sort of similar but less intense story — a couple years ago, a homeless man, who was shouting violent threats at no one in particular, was walking straight toward me. He was clearly no danger, but I felt uncomfortable with what his trajectory would mean for my personal space. I told him firmly and loudly to "stay back!" The man politely changed direction and left me alone.

Both during and after those two experiences, I was neither scared nor ashamed. In fact, I was proud. I felt like I had the power to keep myself safe. In fact, by yesterday evening, I had forgotten all about the event until making this post reminded me — but my feeling of pride hasn't changed.

In the first situation (the one with the hug), what was most traumatizing was my failure to protect myself. It was not my fault that someone assaulted me, but I couldn't help but blame myself for agreeing to the hug in the first place. In other words, it was not only the act of assault itself that violated me — it was also my perception of my own culpability. In the latter two situations, I wielded my autonomy. I felt successful in protecting myself. Rather than retraumatizing me, those experiences actually bolstered me — because of the steps I took to stay safe.

As a white and decently appearing ciswoman, I'm allowed to protect myself. I'm allowed to shout "stay back!" at a homeless man without facing social consequences. If someone tries to grope me, I'm allowed to punch and kick and bite and scream in order to protect myself. No one will question me.

What breaks my heart is that male sexual assault victims are not allowed to protect themselves. If a man shouts "stay back!" at a homeless person invading his space, he will appear overly violent and aggressive. If a man is groped by a woman, he is not allowed to punch or kick or bite or scream. Not without facing social consequences. Society expects men to endure the same situation I endured with the hug. Society expects men to feel the shame that comes with the perception of their own culpability — not because they're unable to protect themselves, but because society has proven that it won't take their side. Even after the fact, if a man admits to the assault, he is often ridiculed. The man who described being assaulted by Katy Perry a few years ago comes to mind.

I can't imagine the terror of assault from that perspective. To have someone come after you and have to decide whether what they seem to be planning is worth telling them to stop, even at the risk of being blamed or demonized for it. To have to decide whether it's worth physically stopping an attacker when there's a chance it'll make you look like the perpetrator. To have to make those really complex decisions at a time when your body is going into fight/flight/freeze/fawn mode. To have to dread the potential for inevitable comments like "well, what's the problem if she's hot?" It makes me wonder... how many times do they let things go? How many times have they had to let something happen, keep quiet about it, and try to move on as best they can?

Idk what the point I'm trying to make is exactly. I guess — while I'm so relieved to see people reacting appropriately to recent events and calling things what they are, I can’t help but think that no one ever knows how their actions will be perceived during an assault. It's a really brave thing to choose to protect yourself, and even braver to do it when you dont know what the consequences will be. In short, I'm glad we got our response right this time. I hope we get it right next time. And I hope that we can one day live in a world where we get it right every time. That's all, I guess. Let's all try to remember this. ❤️

[zeroinetoheroine]

Just read the latest chapter. I am frustrated ahhh.

Like, I just want someone to grab yn and tell her: hey, you have Stockholm's. Whatever feelings you developed isn't your fault at all. You thought you were willing/compliant but you gotta understand that a large part o it was a coping mechanism. Your mind had to become convinced in order for it to work, do you understand?

Abuse can be confusing because it erodes at your sanity and makes you question yourself. That's why you need to be away from your abuser for an extended period of time before you can pass judgement. Even if you feel that you truly have feelings for him, part of it also has to do with how women release the 'fall in love' hormones after orgasm/sex and it's not your fault. There's only so much you can do when your body does what it does. You developed what feels like affection for your captor, and as you know, you can't reason with feelings, you can only work through them.

You're not a traitor and you can sort + process your feelings out with time."

Ughh where's a therapist when you need one.

I can't help but feel like it would help tremendously.

Like, you care about dabi bc he kept you safe from the other villains at the party.

Maybe if she understood all those things, she would've left the necklace and they would've been okay.

I'm worried sick. Shoto is my favorite. He's been through so much he doesn't need any more trauma 😭 he doesn't deserve any of this.

But also, the necklace thing is like.. a metaphor for not being able to move on.

Because she can't, the past will continue to ruin the present - type of thing.

I like the way you write Shoto by the way!

(also if it were me in y/n's shoes, and shoto found the necklace + asked why I kept it, I would explain it as:

"I kept it so that when I worked through the trauma, I would bury it, toss it in the ocean or burn it as a form of catharsis. Like burning your scholly papers even you graduate or something.")

I love your writing. I'm sorry this isn't supposed to be criticism of any sort. I just have a lot ✨FEELINGS✨

Like it drivers me BONKERS (again, not criticizing you - like at ALL)

That she couldn't do what needed to be done. Like when all she had to do was please him.

In my mind, I would've done anything to keep Shoto safe.

I would've seduced Dabi and stayed focused instead of letting my emotions get the better of me. She's a trained hero for heavens sake! 😭

If I was thrown in a cell and nearly died + experienced the screams and knowing shoto could be one of them, I would've taken the second chance Kino gave me and done my best.

But that's me. I'm not yn, and I completely get where she's coming from and how there's only so much you can endure.

I just wish it translated better that I would do what it takes for Shoto... I love the way you describe him. My favorite is 'frusttatingly beautiful.' He really is stunning.

Ohhh, first of all thank you for such detailed ask dear anon 🥰🥰.

Y/n could really use a therapist, couldn't she? 😥 I keep torturing the main trio. She did try to seduce Dabi and keep Shouto safe until Kino betrayed her...

The necklace will be important later 😬😬😬.

As for staying away from her abuser...yeah...I don't think that will be possible 🥲🙉🙈.

[myjustice]

though she hardly lifted a finger yet to make this apartment her own, she couldn't help but feel a small swell of pride that the very duke considered her quaint apartment worthy of some recognition. it was perhaps slightly motivating, but in time she would do something. she was still contemplating on if this would be the place she would fully commit to once she had more time to ... process, she supposed. it came as a surprise to her that it seemed like wriothesley had no idea of her favor for his teas, but since most of the communicating, though seldom, between them was through neuvillette it wasn't too out of character of him to not disclose details that he deemed were not worth mentioning. in a way though it was slightly upsetting to her. ' i love your teas, wriothesley. ' she smiled at him. the fact that he would even send her any brought her so much joy, she took it as signals of his well being down in the fortress as well. ' i'll be holding you to that promise then. ' even if she wanted to tell him he didn't have to do that, she couldn't deny herself that little luxury. she wouldn't mind receiving some of his teas every so often. truth be told however, she wished she could offer something in return for a change.

the subject of reform & laws were touchy, she knew, & it was why she was smacking herself upside the head for bringing it up, but she got nervous. when she wasn't playing someone she really wasn't, furina wasn't well versed or experienced in handling others. her eyes widened slightly to his words, his glare directed right at her even more so. oh no! she said something she shouldn't have didn't she? but even with that concern she found herself on the defensive for neuvillette. ' he has a lot on his plate. ' no thanks to her. ' do practice some grace & patience with him, mister duke. ' she was obviously taking him seriously, her hands at her hips as she may have slightly told him off with a firm tone.

furina wasn't as dense or obtuse as neuvillette was, but even she failed to tell that the duke was joking, clearly that flare up of protectiveness was unneeded & she was left feeling rather silly.

she huffed to herself & turned away from wriothesley to work on the tea, she was rather excited about the cake after all, she has not forgotten it one bit. it was one of the things keeping her grounded ... as ridiculous as that notion might come across to others. ' i have nothing to do with those matters anymore, i just know it's something that's being worked on. a rather loud rumor around the streets as well. ' as fontaine had the tendency to do. she was no longer in the loop & in a selfish way it felt nice to her. furina placed the tea cups she intended to serve them tea on the counter when wriothesley presented a different option, a far superior one it seemed. she rose an eyebrow at him as he went on to describe this apparent delicacy. ' oh? ' to say she was intrigued would be a tremendous understatement, but most importantly. was the fact that he had that upon his person not ... illegal? ah, she'll keep this a secret. no harm, no foul.

however she found herself endeared by his informative rantings & just how excited he seemed to be by the idea of using that instead. boyish charms seemed to serve the duke in his favor. she huffed out a small laugh at the thought & paced over to him. ' we shall use this instead then. ' she took it from his hands. ' please sit down wriothesley. ' she motioned over to her dining table. she needn't need him awkwardly standing in the middle of her apartment like he was some uninvited guest. she allowed him in after all & she really meant it when she told him to get comfortable. she made her way back to the kitchenette to bring the leaves to life through a tea. it took her a few extra minutes than necessary, but she was determined in getting this right, especially with such illegal exquisite ingredients.

' here you go. ' with cups in hand she rested his by his end as she too took her seat beside the dining table with her own cup in hand. she adjusted their empty plates & utensils accordingly so that they could also have their well deserved cake. ' thanks ... for wanting to share all of this with me. ' which was still quite the surprise to her.

It was a quaint little place in comparison to the grand buildings and luxury homes of the surface, but to a man like Wriothesley, this was nothing short of spectacular when shown side-by-side with his own quarters in the fortress. Under his breath, he said, "It feels very homey." Admiring the sun seeping in through her balcony onto the pale hardwood floors, following her instructions, he sat across from her in one of the chairs by the counter.

The duke made no attempt to hide the way his eyes shined at her sudden revelation regarding his tea, even leaning forward to inspect which particular kind she was showing off. Leaning back, he was almost speechless but managed to stammer out. "Y-you really like my tea, huh? Good to know." With eyes darting off to the side for a brief moment, he would respond with. "Well, now that I know your new address, as a fellow connoisseur, you can expect nothing short of the most exquisite tea from my collection from this day forward."

His gleeful expression vanished as she brought up the topic, yet again his thoughts would race back to his youth due to that specific word she used. 'reform'.The fortress of Meropide came a long way from where it was when Wriothesley first arrived. People would often go missing by the will of the wealthy prisoners, guards, and the administrator nearly every day. It took nearly a decade of sleepless nights, watching over his shoulder, and playing the right cards before Wriothesley could take the reigns and 'reform' the fortress's policies. Snapping back out of the corners of his mind, a brow raised the major concern of the subject

"I can't say I've had the honor of hearing this sudden plan to reform the whole justice system." His voice became deep, his words riddled with sour emotion. "Perhaps I should have a word with Neuvilette that he should inform the fortress ahead of time before deciding to enact policies that would result in months of paperwork." Sharpened eyes glared into Furina's, a look so deathly it could freeze over Natlan.

"I'm kidding."

Wriothesley's composure and mood became light as a sunbeam. "That's wonderful news. I hadn't been informed of the idea yet, but no doubt this will pave the road for a brighter future for everyone. Why don't you tell me the details as we eat?" Raising his index finger to scratch his chin, he looked up in confusion, trying to settle a matter. Then, with arms crossed, he said. "I originally was saving this in case Sigewinne ever told me she would be getting married. But I can't think of a better time or person to share this with."

A hand reached into his coat to pull out what seemed to be a mora bag; little brownish-black twisted leaves could be seen as the enthusiast unraveled the satchel. His fingers could be seen shaking with sheer reverence for what he was holding. This was the true reason for his visit to the surface today: "We should use this to go with our cake today." With the way he spoke, it was as if a child were describing their favorite hero.

Hands would wave and sway as he described the epic of this treasure. "These sorts of leaves come from the crystalline branch of that ginkgo tree in Liyue. That tree is said to predate the cataclysm and most archons for that matter, and it's said that leaves from that specific branch only sprout once in a lifetime." Clearing his throat after getting carried away, he held the satchel of leaves out to Furina. "It's the perfect way to celebrate this new page in everyone's lives, don't you agree?"

[everye]

tell me please, why on earth this game supposed to be so impressive ?? ..

yeah im sitting here guessing wut am i doing to my life so i feel like share w my sorta theory

in nowhere section, alessa's hospital room after one cutscene you can hear a strange sound resonating in your ears

kinda scratching inside braincase

as it turned out, this eerie soundrack (BLESS AKIRA AND HIS MUSIC—) accompanied us for the rest of location

it's almost funne how such small detail could trigger neuron activation and lead me to conclusions LIKE THIS lol

the first link of the chain was immediate thought that harry might have a mild headache or dizziness near this place

idk how to explain this properly maybe it's just a vibe ..

but air w h i s t l e s around that hospital bed with blood-stained sheets even though it's empty

as if it keeps remains of some energy trace so far

what kind of ? good question

if you recall dahlia's monologue, it's the place where God had been nurtured for long 7 years, endless pain threshold test and immense suffering for one little girl

A Very Heart of the Nightmare

don't feel like taking it like a bunch of empty, meaningless words so let me be clear – presence of God in alessa's womb could have real, physical effects on environment or even more, living creatures. i imagine it like some kind of radiation emerging out of her body, that badly affects a human condition and reduces lifetime in general

yeah just trying to find the reason why dahlia had turned into an old hag to the moment of the first game in precisely short time and kauffman looks kind of pasty and pale w his yellowish skin like he has a serious problem w liver. other member of the order who were attending the ritual could at least develop chronic diseases

i'd like to remind here the order was a sect of private religion and had really dangerous people in it. their influence grew into various areas of town's life, we already know abt kauffman being the director of alchemilla hospital

lisa mentioned the series of strange assassinations of officials who were intending to bring some economical changes into structuring of silent hill's life, also later we discover abt murders of the drug traffic case investigators – and it can be said they're responsible for all of that

the order operated discreetly to keep existing power structure as it was

one day, lisa garland – the member of alchemilla hospital's staff was appointed to take care of new special patient

should i describe amount of shock she probably experienced? it was tremendously cruel that someone who had suffered burns covering their entire body that far beyond the fatal level – and still struggles to breathe. but since the girl was impregnated she couldn't die, the malevolent deity simply wouldn't let her. so nurse's new duties included making sure that holy mother's body – one big solid open wound – wasn't eaten by larvae

lisa was terrified so much in the face of that new circumstances, even expressed her plea to be out of that business which is totally understandable

even though she begged superior suspend her from that case, lisa was just an innocent resident and good soul. she couldn't offer them more but a honest promise

no girlie, work it

lisa had to handle it on her own without anyone's help, because the less people know about what really happened that day is better. and just one drug-addicted nurse from uninitiated is pretty convenient number to control the situation. moreover judging from the newspaper article, it was believed alessa died in the fire caused by blaze of antiquated boiler in gillespie house's basement

ok can't say why in the game initially exclusively medical staff were among possessed human enemies known us puppet nurses and puppet doctors. but we know during its events cybil becomes the same species as them and red liquid aglaophotis makes it possible for harry to rid her of the parasite's influence and save her life

now i'd like to remark that aglaophotis and ptv are both produced by white claudia – a plant indigenous to the region where silent hill is located

in other hand, this recreational drug is meant to help member of the order to communicate with the spirit guides and spiritual realm

lisa in her diary states she suffered from severe hallucinations that suspiciously clear remind of some otherworld features: insects, blood and pus coming from bathroom faucet. even though the otherworld itself firstly appeared only at the period of game? amount of ptv her organism received only grew over time, maybe it gave her some immune against spiritual realm's invasion and helped visualize true picture of suffering beyond human comprehension in this room

im inclined to think lisa eventually wasn't allowed to leave her work space at hospital's basement at all. guess, it wasn't too difficult for order to manipulate another fact in the face of public to cover lisa's sudden disappear

the thing is, she spent really dangerous amount of time in close proximity with alessa. she felt bad at the first time with constant need to throw up, but i believe her state became only worse because of God's poisonous influence. it caused breakdown of internal organs and gradually, lisa's hair and nails fell off, her skin sloughed off and finally melting flesh dripped off her face and body

and for some reason i was sure the case of lisa's death was drug overdose: by accident or on purpose. but things got more complicated when m. ito confirmed she was actually killed by valtiel. idk what to think abt it maybe an act of mercy ??

so lisa's bloody scene probably was an allusion to her body decaying and falling apart, that is to say, very light version of what could happen to her through the years of nursing her secret patient

and as long as alessa was bedridden for life she was forced to watch how the only sincerely good person in her life turns into a literal piece of meat in due of her mere p r e s e n c e

just by being there, with alessa's body

the order went too far playing with fire, no wonder why alessa acts like this. the only option left for her to prevent the birth of God is destroying the whole town and probably killing every single person in there

because she firmly believed there's a fate worse than death

[themoonispurple7]

The vminkook dynamics are so compelling and I think if we pay close enough attention, we can learn valuable lessons about respect and managing long running freindships to use in our own lives. I know this is a touchy subject because of ships, as well as the tendency for fans to favor or cast blame on one member over another when it comes to tensions or rifts. Taehyung and Jungkook are both beautiful souls and caring, loving people. But they are also human and they may probably run into challenges while communicating with each other, as all families do. All this year I have been noticing details we with Vminkook. The SOOP taekook conversation made a lot of sense in retrospect. I was watching Winter Package 2020 and there was a Taekook moment that really stood out. Taehyung was playing with an elf doll and Jikook arrived. Jungkook said something like 'he is so innocent' while ruffling Taehyung's hair. The expression on Tae's face fell and he looked down. I think being referred to as 'childlike' might be a touchy thing to him. Jimim seems to recognize this, which is why, in a 2018 interview describing Taehyung, he said that his 'unstained purity' was different from that of a child. It was nice when Jungkook ended up giving his sweet snowglobe to Taehyung. You can tell they are brotherly freinds no matter what. Jungkook is generally very respectful of age heirachies, and in SOOP he told Tae as much. However, his actions toward Tae do not always reflect this. Of all the people in Bangtan, Jk is most likely to interrupt or be competitive with Taehyung (it makes sense, they both started out as vocalists whereas Jimin had a dance background. Taekook bonded as immature pals before Jimin even arrived in Seoul. And there's also Jimin, whose time and attention they might feel possessive over). Jimin is VERY careful about people's feelings. He is known for his emotional intelligence for a reason. During the new years eve vlive in 2020 Jungkook interrupted Taehyung when he was talking and literally said 'its not important' because they only had 50 seconds left. This aggrivated both Tae andJimin. Jimin even grabbed Jk jokingly and fake hit him and said 'why did you do that to Taehyung?' Jimin then told Taehyung to continue what he was saying but Tae was a little salty and said 'no, nevermind'. During the 'BE Behind' conversation, at minute 23:00, Jungkook laughed when Tae said Weverse was giving him comfort, and what did Jimin do? He shushed Jk from accross the room. It was nice to see that Taekook were getting along so well in the video apart from that. Maybe it is worth noting that it was Jimin's sensitivity that helped be a mediator for them. And just so that it doesnt seem like these observations are dumping on Jk, Tae has occasionally been dismissive of abrupt with jk. During BV4, Tae literally told him to 'just go away' while he and Jimin were having fun in the kitchen. He turned to Jimin and said 'I got rid of the intruder'. This may have been a jokey thing to say, but it couldn't have felt good to be in Jk's shoes. Tae and Jk are both kind and thoughtful. They love each other as family and would probably even die for one another. But they still make mistakes and can be careless at times. The important thing is that they are making an effort to be more sensitive of each others needs and feelings. Isn't that inspiring?

I honestly didn’t notice all of these specific instances you mentioned, but I do remember the Winter Package and the BV4 one. I agree that Tae and JK treat each other like family. Sometimes they bicker, sometimes they seem like they annoy each other, but there’s a tremendous amount of love through all of it. It’s not very unlike how Yoonmin are with each other (the BE-hind video comes to mind).