#its a horrible situation for everyone involved /s

[brighteuphony]

Gonna try an experiment. Followup to this

[voidedaurora]

Alrighty guys, Since she decided to get her friend Gaia in the mix and write a big document stressing "LEGAL INFO LEGAL INFO LEGAL INFO " and didn't even really say much about the screenshots I provided (and when they did it was "omg look she's pressuring her to apologize for being horrible to people") which is crazy on its own, Overall her response is JUST as bad as I thought it would be and I have no choice but to prove my point by sharing alot of blatantly sexual texts/interactions :,) didn't want to do this for the privacy of everyone involved but she's currently trying to make herself into a victim and that is absolutely NOT what happened Alrighty then. sorry Mel but you've genuinely brought this upon yourself by being a lying piece of shit and trying to be the victim in every situation, you are a vile person Clover's messages will be censored/blocked out unless they absolutely need to be there for context

Context may be added to some screenshots to make sure they are not interpreted a different way TW: Sexual topics, coercion, S/A, general toxicity Firstly I'm going to go through a bit of their doc and what Mel apparently was "thinking" during this whole thing happening

Clover and I never pressured, forced, repetitively insisted on, or anything else of the sort towards Mel and us all having "group activity" , Clover and I only were comfortable/did any of this to begin with to her to help her heal from her own sexual trauma, she was our friend and she had mentioned alot how it affected her and how she couldn't do "stuff" on her own, we essentially extended a helping hand that she did NOT have to take and had every opportunity and right to say no or back out at any point, we made that very clear to her. (2nd time) Her randomly letting us know she was horny/going to jackoff [please note that alot of what I said towards her was playful banter and not any attempts to coerce or force her into doing it]

Skipped a bit of irrelevant convo (was mostly just laughing/Lmao's and doesn't add to the convo at all)

Skipped a bit more irrelevant convo (to clarify if anyone needs the in-betweens I'm more than willing to provide, there's just a limit to what I can put in a tumblr post)

As you can see with just this instance by itself, she was a willing participant and nobody pressured her into anything.

She could theoretically claim "they pressured me in vc" but just by using the context of these screenshots and her behavior AFTER we all fucked you can tell she wasn't in any distress or anything, actively making doodles about it and such. I'd like to state that even if what she is saying is true and she didn't want to do any of that with us that it doesn't change anything, it doesn't change the fact she lied about it being mutual to get into my pants, and It doesn't change the fact of it being assault. Additionally, the point I am making is not lack of consent that makes it assault, we all consented at the time BUT the important part of that is the fact that she'd lied to gain that consent and later admitted so to me personally.

What Gaia wrote in the doc is indeed the definitions for coercion and assault BUT context is just as important, in situations like this if someone lies to you to get you to have sex or anything of that nature with them it is coercion and assault I and many others consider what Mel did Assault and I think that theoretically within a court of law this same conclusion could be reached, especially with the context I've provided. You should agree shouldn't you? context is very important.

Furthermore If she continues to deny all of this and make excuses, I am more than willing to provide more context, more screenshots, and more proof backing up how willing she was. (I'll share the 1st instance which was a lot more sexually charged, along with some other personal things) I am not going to let her deny this and make herself out to be a victim, she needs to take responsibility for once and admit what she's done. Aswell, I don't believe she addressed the fact that she told me she'd only done things as a group to do things with me in that response. Here's some things to mention within your own document that support what I've claimed aswell

as stated here, what mel did would fall under trickery.

I will state once again, none of this is out of spite, I'm not out to "get" mel, this isn't a overreaction or me spreading false information specifically to make her look bad just because we aren't friends anymore, its none of that.

All of this is things I (once again) stayed quiet about for a very long time and am only now coming out about because of the events that have gone on, I have no reason to keep it private anymore and she has proven (once again) she's willing to lie and lie to cover her ass. With the situation about the apologies

There is alot of things wrong with this statement, Firstly she did NOT only apologize for the public discourse it created she apologizes for multiple things within this doc including the ones below (I say she apologized in airquotes because she didn't write any of these apologies as we all know) Here's a few relevant separate apologies within the doc that aren't just troubling the public 1. response

2. apologizing for spreading misinfo about RED/MAGENTA

3. Apologizing for the drawings she made of her and EX being all lovey as their child selves

4. death threat apology for EX

5. Honest (video) apology

She did not JUST apologize for the public, she also offered personal apologies within the doc that obviously were not written herself and were not in any way, shape, or form genuine thoughts or feelings of hers, I think the screenshots in my previous post are more than enough proof. I'd like to also make a point that I know what Khai, Mel, and her friends/fans have all been saying about this whole thing in her server. Everyone, especially Mel and Khai/s attitude towards this entire thing absolutely disgusts me and proves just how bad you all actually are. If anyone in her server that's participated in making fun of me, the claims, etc. are seeing this right now then please stay safe and I hope you all become better less vile people. Absolutely wild that when Mel made her s/a claim even though she never provided a lick of proof everyone supported her but the second I open up about Clover and I/s experiences I have to violate our privacy to try and prove my words are true. Don't get me wrong, I have had people support us, and I'm extremely greateful for that fact, but knowing people are making fun of me for speaking up about this? Calling me crazy because of my bpd? Literally disgusting Not to mention initially when they all first told everyone "hey no misinfo! not true! wait for mels side!" none of them had actually read the doc and assumed I was talking about something else (guilty conscience I guess) That is all I have to say for now, if more evidence is demanded I can provide, I am extremely uncomfortable and honestly angry that I had to share any of this to begin with but it was to be expected with her denying everything once again, so sorry for this possibly not being written and formatted the best, I'm not a professional and I just wanted to speak on what's gone on. If anyone has any questions, there's something I didn't address, you need anything clarified/want to see the missing screenshots, have something to say, or anything else you are free to send an ask or possibly dm me on discord (mostly try and ask for stuff through asks but if you need to dm its ok!) Edit: since I've also caught wind of people being like "omg this should've been handled in private" I gave her 3 months to handle this in private and she refused to come to me to clear things up, apologize, or take accountability, seeing some of these people following her blindly when she's done NOTHING to refute any of my claims, no evidence, nothing is absolutely beyond disappointing , im not going to force anyone to believe me nor can I but I have every right to speak about all of this since nobody will ever get closure and what mel has done/does is not ok and hasn't been for a very long time. Edit #2: aswell for the people saying that the screenshots aren't proof of s/a, you are correct! that is not what the screenshots were for, the screenshots were to refute the claim that she was pressured and was an unwilling participant, I cannot prove what mel said to me (aka, the her admitting that she only slept with both of us to sleep with me) because it was said in a vc but I am providing literally everything I can and have been providing extensive amounts of context, proof, and information to back up what I've been saying Hopefully you decide to tell the truth mel

[not-that-n]

I read like all of Sleepless Domain yesterday and it was pretty good, its one of those stories that I know will really resonate with some people even though it didn't with me. Don't take that comment wrong, I think the comic is great and has some pretty amazing ideas, I love the world it presents and I love how the characters inside it act in relation to that.

I like all those things about magical girls being celebrities and how that's a purposeful way of making the concept feel more abstract and surreal to the average public so that girls don't hesitate to participate in such a life threatening job and how the general culture of the place sees magical girls and their organization, but I think the most compelling aspect of the comic was how different circumstances, mainly the presence of a support group, affect two people that went through the same tragedy.

If this sounds interesting to you, please go read it, it is a pretty good story that I know will resonate with some people incredibly deeply. That said, beware spoilers below

Tessa if my favorite part of the comic because of how that character reflects Undine's situation. While Undine still is hurting the loss of her three friends she takes action, while shy she still tries to better herself, to make new friends, to make new relations and get help, it is stated that she goes to therapy something that seems, well, logical considering what she goes through but outside of that she shows progress in trying to move on from this tragedy. She keeps hidden a lot because, well, of course she does, talking about such a traumatic event is incredibly hard specially if you think that opening up might put your friends in danger, but even though she is scared of this, she does open up, to Kokoro and then to her other, new friends. She is afraid but she works to Kokoro, she accepts her proposal to participate in the training club, she is afraid but she makes new friendships.

Its also important to mention Kokoro and just how much I like her as a character, originally I thought she was just too emotionally intelligent and that it made Undine's journey a bit more plain but that's kinda the point. Kokoro's character is about how a single person can change someone's life for the better through kind acts. She does struggle like everyone does, she is insecure and she went too through a great loss. She keeps somethings bottled up because she is afraid of making things about herself, of being annoying to the people she wants to help. But she still opens up to Undine, afraid of course but she does it. She makes the club a friend group and everyone ( except one character ) is better for it. Kokoro made the club a support network for everybody involved and that's incredibly cute and heartwarming, this one person made the world such a better place for most of her friends as a result of being so kind.

Then, as a parallel, you have Tessa's story. Instead of, like Undine, trying to get help and establish new relations and a support group, Tessa isolates herself, not letting herself move from that tragedy. She makes new friends, Rue (I won't talk about Rue much but she is amazing) and the whiteboy she likes (I forgot his name lmao) but never really opens to them, every time someone tries to get closer or make a friendship with her, she runs away and even with Rue, someone she actually used to hang out quite a lot and were friends if not really close, she still keeps at an arms length, never talking about her issues, never opening up. When Rue attempts to get closer, Tessa ends up hurting her, saying some (in universe) horrible things to say and breaking that friendship, she is constantly avoiding Undine, not answering and purposefully calling at a time she knows she won't be at home, and when they meet up again she is distant, not opening up, waiting until she goes away to showcase any feelings of discomfort as showcased by the comic panels only beginning to shatter when Tessa is alone.

And I find this such an interesting juxtaposition of characters because Undine tries to move on, she does feel horrible about it, saying that she feels like things are finally becoming normal when after such a tragedy things should never feel that way, she like Tessa feels like she shouldn't be moving from that moment of loss, that doing such isn't grieving correctly her friends. But unlike Tessa she doesn't let those feelings win mainly because when she doubts, Kokoro is in there to help her, to lift her up, to be the shoulder to cry on. While Tessa just goes to the cemetery every day, never opening up, lying to people about her situation and just further isolating herself.

When Rue, after all that happens, still tries to do the right thing, recognizing both that there's no excuse for Tessa treating her that way but that she is going through something incredibly hard, and asks her if she is ok, asks her, in a way, to open up about her feeling so she could help, Tessa again says no, she says that she is fine and only wanted to be alone in that moment, that she didn't mean what she said. Something that actually might not be completely bullshit, she probably never doubted Rue's magical girl ability and wanted to be alone, to isolate herself even more, and just said that so Rue couldn't get closer, and I find interesting that Tessa, in a way, said the truth to justify the pretty obvious lie that she is ok.

I just really love this, presenting two different, opposite outcomes of how people deal with tragedy makes both stories feel both more heartwarming and more tragic, when you read about Tessa you remember Undine's story and, knowing that Tessa could be going through that, it feels like adding salt to the wound because you know she can be in a better place, and while reading Undine's story you always have Tessa's on the back of your mind, feeling more heartwarming because you know how her friends helped her and what would happened if they didn't.

[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 8 "Escape From Ord Mantell" - Part 2

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

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Word Count: 1.7K

Background: MORE poop hitting the fan this chapter! The action is intense!!!

Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, blaster weapons firing at people and ships, canon-typical violence.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Echo and Tech watched the last of the ships on the docking tarmac escape off world.  Everyone and their brother were getting away from Ord Mantell in one hell of a hurry. 

The Marauder started taking heavy hits from blaster fire.  Apparently, whomever was pursuing Hunter and Mad must have gotten intel that the rest of the Batchers were involved and identified their ship...

"Escape From Ord Mantell - Part 2"

Luckily the shield was up.  Tech was getting the Marauder ready to take off and awaiting Wrecker’s return.  Echo was laying down suppressive blaster fire, keeping an eye out for him.   

“WRECKER!  We don’t want to leave without you, but that may SOON be the ONLY option!!!” Tech snapped. 

“Almost there.” Came Wrecker’s voice over the comm. 

More blaster explosions eroding the shield.  Echo scowled and shot back.  “Where IS HE???” 

“Almost there!” Came another reply from the comm. 

“HURRY WRECKER!” Tech’s resolve was starting to wear thin. 

“HERE!” SLAM, SLAM, SLAM!!!  Heavy concussive knocks from the bottom of the ship. 

Echo and Tech looked at each other quizzically. 

“OPEN UP!  Near the sewer line port!!!” 

Tech jumped out of the pilot’s seat and ran to open the Marauders bottom hatch.  He was hit in the face with the horrible miasma of trash and excrement as Wrecker popped up through the opening.  He crawled into the Marauder, turned around, and offered a hand to someone outside the ship.  Tech peered down thought the hatch to see a dirty, bearded man perched at the edge of the docking sewer opening. 

“Come with us!”  Wrecker yelled over the blaster fire. 

“Can’t, vod.  Gotta stay and continue underground intel for the growing Rebellion.  Be safe and live to fight another day!”  He saluted Wrecker and Tech, grabbed the hatch to the sewer, jumped into the hole with a hoot, and slammed the top shut. 

“He’s a CLONE???” Tech blurted out while pinching his nose shut from the offending stench. 

“FOR KRIFF’S SAKE, shut up and close the hatch!  Let’s get out of here!!!” Echo brought them both back to the reality of the situation.  “Wrecker, you smell like ABSOLUTE shit!” 

“I’m ABSOLUTELY covered in it!” 

“Get to the gunner’s seat!  Need more fire power!!!” 

Tech sprinted to the pilot’s seat and engaged the Marauder to take off. 

Wrecker ran to the aft of the ship tearing off armor and blacks in his wake.  He didn’t want to drag all the stinky waste through Omega’s sleeping area.  Everything smelled like sewer, he noticed while peeling off his underwear.  Wrecker was naked as the day he was decanted, and still stunk.  Hunter’s sleep shirt, casually thrown over the rungs of the gunner’s roost ladder days ago, was the only thing he could find to put between his rear end and the gunner’s chair cushion.  Wrecker grimaced, grabbed the shirt, ascended the roost, and planted himself in the chair.  He would have to apologize to Hunter later.   

The Marauder took off from the docking lot tarmac, making a beeline for the open sky.  Several crafts followed in hot pursuit.  Tech gritted his teeth with a sharp ascent out of the planet’s atmosphere.  The ship shook and rattled with the force of its trajectory. 

“Hold her together best you can!  I’m setting up jump coordinates!!!” Echo shouted out calmly with strict concentration to the task at hand. 

Tech increased the velocity just enough to keep ahead of the pursuing ships, but not tear the Marauder totally apart in the process.  It rattled even more violently at the seams as they broke out of the cloud cover and entered the upper atmosphere above Ord Mantell.  Tech ground his teeth, trying to quell the stress hoping the ship kept integrity.  Beside him, Echo was scomp deep interfacing with the Marauder while his other hand flew over the co-pilot keyboard.  His face calm while communicating with the ship’s computer.  An explosion erupted behind them, shaking the ship.  Wrecker howled enthusiastically, having destroyed another enemy craft.  

The upper atmosphere disappeared behind them, and the Marauder shot out into black, star-studded space.  Tech leveled her out to stop the shaking before they could hit hyperspace, knowing if he didn’t, they would all be done for.   

“Time estimation until hyperspace jump?” 

“Five seconds more.” Echo replied.  “Preparing to scramble our jump signature now.  In 4...3...” 

Immediately next to them a huge Venator Class Imperial cruiser slid out of hyperspace.  The Marauder was so close that Echo and Tech could look right into the Venator’s bridge windows and see the crew.  An awkward moment as the Marauder glided past with Echo and Tech staring at the Venators captain and crew.  Both sides dumbfoundedly watched each other slide by.  The mood was broken when the Marauder passed, and its aft gunner's seat window was visible. 

Wrecker took full advantage of this once in a lifetime opportunity to express his feelings for the Empire.  He stood up to give a full-frontal view, both hands up extending middle fingers.  Then he shook his hips and gave them “The Wrecker Wiggle”.  The crew grimaced in horror, then anger. 

2...1...NOW!” 

Tech made the jump.  The crew felt the ship speed up for a fraction of a second and the stars stretched out as they entered the hyperspace lane, then immediately free float as the whole ship settled in. A soothing blue-white glow permeated the Marauder. 

Both Echo and Tech exhaled with relief and settled into their seats.   

Wrecker jumped down from the gunner’s roost and slid to a stop in the cockpit, arms raised in excitement, “YAAAH!  We did it!!!” 

“Oh stars, MY EYES!” Tech recoiled from seeing Wrecker in his birthday suit. 

“Don’t want to know” Echo averted his gaze “Hailing the Beldame.  They need to know an Imperial starship is incoming!” 

“Hopefully they escaped safely without a shield” Tech glanced over at the replacement part.  He was extremely worried as the probability was low. 

The Beldame, not far behind the Marauder, shot past Ord Mantell’s upper atmosphere into space.  And was met with the Imperial Venator. 

“OH SHIT!!!” Mad screamed out.  

Sil sat in shock. 

Tiggy growled and barked angrily. 

Omega yelled out to Hunter.  He kept firing at the Tie fighters behind them, knowing their chances of escape were next to zero. 

“Marauder to the Beldame, you have an Imperial Venator incoming!  Do you copy???” 

In response to Echo, Mad shrieked, “We’re SO FUC...” 

The Venator opened fire on the Beldame.  

The sheer size of its firepower hit the Force shield and physically knocked Love back across the interior of the ship. Omega and Mad screamed Love’s name.  Sil had a full-blown panic attack.  Hunter spun around to see Love spring up roiling with dark rage. He couldn’t see their face but could feel the rage permeating the ship, smell it even. The hair on his arms stood up on end, a migraine exploded inside his head, his teeth ached. 

Mad, Sil, and Omega saw Love’s face. They stood up defiantly, bleeding from the temple, eyes, nose, spitting out blood. Love’s eyes glowed red orange, red birthmark vivid against their olive skin. They shook with rage, unable to contain it.   

“Do this, Love. DO IT!” Mad yelled out. She knew this was the only chance they had, or the Empire was going to blow them out of existence.

The Venator fired again.  Love let loose the fit of rage building within them with an ear-piercing scream, sending everyone covering their ears.  Tiggy bayed painfully in Omega’s lap. Hunter let loose his own scream of pain, as it was too much for him to bear.  Rage flooded past the confines of the ‘Dame, slammed into the Venator’s laser and kept going at top speed.  It pushed the laser back towards the larger ship, destroying the Venator with its own weapon fire.  The ship exploded, blinding the Beldame’s crew and shoving their ship out toward the darkness of space. 

All the pursuing ships were gone.  In an instant...just vaporized. 

The Beldame’s crew sat in shock for a few beats.  Love hovered, bleeding, with a crooked satisfied grin upon their face.  Eyes still glowing red orange.  Hunter emerged from the gunner’s seat, lurching like a drunk and holding his head.  He was in excruciating pain.  His vision was blurred, and he was seeing flashes of light.  Omega let go of Tiggy, unbuckled herself, and ran to him.  She guided Hunter to sit. 

Tiggy circled the ship whining from the stress. 

Sil was still hyperventilating. 

“SIL...Sil...look at me.  I need your help.” 

He was shaking, but Mad had gotten his attention. 

Sil glanced over to Mad.  She looked pasty and pale.  “Auntie?” 

“Breathe with me, ok?” Mad took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, then repeated several times. 

Sil imitated her until he got himself under control. 

Mad pointed, “Grab that cooler for me, Sil...” 

Hunter had dropped it in the middle of the ship before they lifted off, and slipped under seats during the fire fight.  Sil fished the cooler out handing it over to Mad. 

She exhaustedly fumbled with the zipper.  Finally able to open the cooler, Mad lifted out the box of credits, they slipped from her shaky fingers and fell to the floor.  Credits spilled out, but that wasn’t what Mad was after.  She reached in and grabbed what looked like a stim syringe, fumbled and dropped it too.  “Sil...” 

“Auntie...” He grabbed the syringe from the floor.  “Where do you need it?” 

Mad pulled up her shirt and weakly pointed to her abdomen.  “Intramuscular injection.  Right here.” 

Sil jabbed into it and pressed the plunger.  Mad winced and sighed. 

“Thanks...  Hunky...how ya doing back there?” 

Hunter, still holding his head, could only muster a groan.  Omega was holding him and trying to soothe the pain. 

“Omega?” 

“I’m ok, just worried about Hunter.” 

“On my way over.  Sil...I’m gonna need help getting up.” Mad unbuckled herself out and swung the pilot’s chair around.  She didn’t need to enquire about Love.  Mad could feel Love’s relief and numbness to their injuries.  After these Force outbursts, Love would be in a silent, glazed over state for an hour or two. 

Sil helped Mad stand.  Immediately her vision went starry white as she slipped from Sil’s grasp and fell face first onto the floor. 

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[aita-blorbos]

AITA for getting my brother's pet killed?

I swear on my life it was an accident. TW for animal death.

A year or so ago, me and my brother, S, set out to start a journey to become the champion of the region, and to do that we needed to both get what are essentially pets. Then we get the title of "trainer" and these pets end up being battle partners. It's enriching for everyone involved, but especially the pets themselves.  Some people don't keep their pets in the holding capsules they come in because they want to be around their trainer all the time instead, and S had a situation like that.

He named his pet Miki, and we set off. After we had our journey, he became the champion and I decided to focus on filling out what's essentially a digital encyclopedia of these pets. I had every one of them logged except the kind Miki was. The system for the encyclopedia is really weird, so you have to have the pet recognize you as its trainer for as short as a single moment for it to be properly logged. Otherwise, you just have a picture and a species name.

I asked S if we could trade real quick just to log Miki, promising I'd give her back to him afterwards, and after some nudging he agreed. Things were going fine, and then the cables of the trade machine must have gotten wrapped around her neck as they moved or something? I don't remember specifics, but Miki's neck just... SNAPPED. She was dead, like, immediately. And even if she wasn't, the care trainers can get for their pets is horrifically underdeveloped in this region, so there was no way she would have survived even if we had rushed her to a center. There was no shot at her living.

S hasn't spoken to me since. He hasn't really spoken to anyone, actually. Just stays in his house all day and grieves. Me and the rest of town have tried our best to comfort him to no avail. He's only gotten worse, really -- hair's all messed up, eyes are all bloodshot, probably starting to waste away by now since I don't know if he ever gets any food when he needs it, et cetera. The grass is going wild in his yard, too, so I know there's some sort of dilapidation somewhere in that place. It's devastating to see whenever he actually leaves his house, which is usually just to go to the graveyard-tower thing in and mourn Miki.

I never meant for it to end up like this, and every night I have horrible nightmares about it. Most of them involve him breaking into my home while I sleep and either strangling me to death or snapping my neck. I can never tell which. It's probably just paranoia, but I'm worried that he's actually gonna do it someday. After all, he's clearly still upset at me, and I can't blame him. I just wish I could actually get through to him that it was an accident.

AITA?

[cosmoshiden]

Best space operas to watch that aren't Firefly

So while I have made long winded rants about how much I hate Firefly with a whitehot passion to death, one might ask are there space operas that I like? Well,I have quite a few actually. Now just sit back and allow me to make four of my recommendations!

Killjoys (2015-2019)- this series is one of my favorite space operas from the mid-2010s, as it has everything about it that is modernized for the time. It has space gunslingers, queer romance(s), alien invasion, space hippies, artificial intelligence computers with a sense of humor and more! The series is a live-action Cowboy Bebop, about a trio of space bounty hunters, who go on missions concerning loot retrieval, to assassinations, and of course, hunting down bounty heads. However, the series builds up to an epic storyline that entails a showdown with an alien invasion. It's also worth noting that this was an entirely Canadian production.

Dark Matter (2015-2017)-this series is Canada's answer to Firefly (much like Killjoys, it too is an entirely Canadian production). And like Killjoys, Dark Matter is concerned with some of the same themes above, though it never quite made it to its final 2 seasons worth of storylines. Nonetheless, Dark Matter is concerned with a group of space pirates/mercenaries who wake up from suspended animation with amnesia, and are off on a mission to put down a revolt. I would say that this show is philosophical in the concept of personal identity, especially if one who loses their memories is an entirely new person, and whether or not they are to be held accountable. Also, after watching this show, I came up with three rules which I like to coin as the Space Pirate Creed: Rule #1. Kill or be Killed; Rule #2. Get rewarded for your deeds, and Rule #3. Cowards and traitors are to be shot or spaced (thrown out the airlock). Why's this important? It's the rules the characters play by of course!

Starhunter (2000-2004)-now this Canadian space opera predates Firefly by 2 years, and actually lasted for 44 episodes over 2 seasons. While not as well known today, Starhunter is notable since it has many plot-beats that are reminiscent of Firefly. For one, there is an episode about a family trying to outrun a mysterious cadre which involves a child with telepathic powers (sounds like River Tam eh?!). Other similar episodes include an abandoned space outpost, that was left deserted because of an experiment that went awry, and gave a teen girl powers (similar to River once again). Now what makes Starhunter different from Firefly is that, it's set in a semi-realistic environment, in which space travel is limited to our solar system, spaceships are like cars that can travel between planets in a matter of days, and that it's mainly about space bounty hunters like Killjoys. Although, the plot is more about a group of space bounty hunters who are used as unwitting pawns for a shady corporate entity that seeks bounty heads who have telepathic powers.

Lexx (1996-2002)- A parody of Star Trek, Blake's 7, Space: 1999, and Space Patrol, Lexx is a Canadian space opera about a group of fugitives who hijack a dragonfly-shaped, semi-organic warship from a space dictator with the ability to reincarnate himself. The show ran for 4 seasons, and started off for the first 2 seasons in standard space opera fare with traveling to distant planets and cultures, and in the end the characters use the titular Lexx to blow-up the planet. Although, the last two seasons are a mixed bag. Most of its humor though, is derived from toilet humor and sexuality. However I do have to concede that some of its humor and situation are horribly dated which are transphobic and homophobic by today's standards as a warning. One of the highlights of the series would be how in season 2 when the show parodied slasher films! It's humor is not for everyone, though I do recommend watching it for how it does make fun of the space operas listed above!

And that's it for now!

[beevean]

Gonna make a bold claim here, and say that Dual Destinies is probably the only Ace Attorney game where I legitimately didn't care about a single victim in any of the game's cases. The game would rather just sit there and incessantly tell the player how good the victim(s) were as people rather than actually show the player firsthand how.

Like, why do you think Mia Fey's death in the first game had much more of an emotional impact on not just the franchise, but the characters involved? Why do you think Kazuma Asogi's supposed death was such a gut-punch?

It's not because those games had every single other character blathering on about how they were good people who didn't deserve to die, or whatever; it's because we were shown how nice they were by spending time with them when they were alive, so that it's all the more of a "Wham!" line when you're made aware of their demise later.

I don't even remember the victims, aside from Metis Cykes who was obviously the Gregory Edgeworth of the game. Interestingly, the previous games somewhat alternated between nice victims you feel sorry for, and asshole victims who lowkey had it coming - AJ is full of those! DD, if I'm not mistaken, has only "nice" victims, almost to compensate. I like the more nuanced approach, as it can make for more compelling storytelling - I think of Mimi Miney murdering her asshole boss who overworked her to the point of accidentally killing 14 people plus her sister, and losing her face. She's memorable precisely because of awful the victim was. Also it's just more realistic: anyone can die, and it doesn't matter if they were good or bad people, everyone deserves justice.

DD's biggest flaw is that it's very, very in your face with its themes. "The Dark Age of Law" is a meme for a reason lol.

Also, yes. Mia is a special case, because she gets more depth post-mortem lol, and her death at first is more about Maya's horrible situation and Phoenix who is suddenly alone. But Asougi was efficiently presented as a very charming, friendly individual, and his apparently senseless death really hurt.

[dudeimabird]

Honor her, just stay happy.

REQUEST'S ARE OPEN

@decaffeinatedmisery

Request: Post S-8 where Keith is trying to convince Lance that he can honor Allura’s memory and still follow his dreams of being a fighter pilot. Also because Keith misses him and wants to kiss him

(Keith Pov) So I know canonically Adam isn't alive, but I love the adashi ship too much to pass this up.

It had been 2 years after the war... The anniversary of Allura's death. It felt weird I always pictured being in space for the rest of my life, staying in the lions, never seeing home again. Yet, I'm here on earth safe and happy I never pictured that. However, we have lost too many to not feel at least some grief. All the planets involved in the war have a day to commemorate Allura's death, for Earth its tomorrow. Each year we head to one of the original paladin's house, last year it was Corran since he had known her, her entire life. This year it's Lance. We don't talk as much now, and I still have as big of a crush on him before as I do now. Shiro, Adam, and my mom know, they all agree to just get it off my chest, and after the war I was planning to but then Allura passed. As a person who has had to grieve before I knew that Lance was in a whirl wind of emotions, and I couldn't. And honestly, I want to tell him now but, I don't think he's over Allura yet, at least not enough to have a former teammate, and friend confess his undying love for him. When I do talk to him sometimes through call occasionally in person not once has he ever talked about someone he is interested in, I know people age and change but it's been 2 years and before Allura, Lance would completely fall in love with any person he met. At this point with the chemistry Lance and Allura had I think they were actually soulmates. Now whenever I see him, I can always see his walls are up he puts on a smile clearly in pain and gives a pickup line that doesn't have that spark those lines used to have. Everyone can notice but no one has had to deal with a loss of a significant other yet. So, no one knew how to comfort him.

I was at the house of the Mcclain's there was a giant stone statue of Allura, dozens of gifts, flowers and treats lining the pillar. I was with Adam, and Shiro. We were in bright colored clothes (In this fic Allura asked that they celebrate her life not feel sad over her death) Adam knocked and Veronica answered.

"Adam, Shiro!" She smiled. And look over to me.

"Keith, it's been too long!" She yelled while hugging me. I smiled; I don't know why but Veronica specifically took a liking to me when we met. I guess everyone in the house heard because they came running outside and started yelling and hugging everyone, Lance wasn't there, was my first thought but then everyone kept on talking. Turns out we were the first people there.

"Oh yeah! Lance is up there Keith" Lance's mom explained pointing up the house. I nodded and started walking up the stairs. Found the door and knocked. I heard something shuffle around and the door creaked open. And saw Lance, a Lance that had been clearly crying.

"Keith?" He smiled, looking a little surprised. I could understand why though, last year there was an emergency with The Blade of Marmora which is now a relief organization. So, I couldn't go there I felt horrible, and I couldn't explain the situation because it was an under the wraps plan.

I smiled "Hey, Lance."

I'm sorry I'm going to make it a 2-part project because I was losing interest, and I'm honestly loving this one-shot, that I couldn't just do a horrible job on the rest I should get it out tomorrow. I'm so sorry but I hope you have a great day/night!

--dudeimabird

[norysanecdotes]

Desperately rises from the dead to feverishly speak

(Cw s/h, school related trauma, physical abuse?, sexual harassment mention)

Hey. One time in 5th grade a substitute teacher hit me. She used a small stack of papers and it wasn't very hard. She didn't like the thing I said to her and used this motion to dismiss the (maybe kinda snarky) thing I said and it felt really bad.

I told my mom that this happened and she was really upset that a teacher hit me in any manner. I didn't really care too much that I was hit, it just felt kinda bad and I felt embarassed. She didn't harm me, I didn't even feel bad about the act of her hitting me, it was the embarassment that came with it.

But, my mom was mad that she hit me. So my mom kicked up a fuss.

It was handled very well. I sat down with the principal and the teacher and we talked and she apologized and it was a really good conversation where my feelings were validated and it was handled with grace and understanding for everyone involved.

The next week, I was called back down to the office. I remember everything down to what I was wearing. This time I went in to talk to the vice principal, who had a reputation for being a hardass.

With no apparent knowledge of the previous constructive conversation, the vice principal proceeded to tell me about how horrible it was that I was trying to make this woman lose her job and how I was wasting everyone's time over something so small.

I got sent into the main public goddamned lobby of the office to "calm down" because I was crying so hard I couldn't speak. I was apologizing to anyone I saw. I just would not stop crying. I could not calm down.

The main principal took a bit to realize what had happened but I was at this point missing my lunch period. The principal let me calm down in private and got me a grilled cheese from the lunch room and I think I ended up needing to go home.

Anyway about three weeks ago I reported a coworker for a sexual joke that I rubbed me the wrong way and just being told that the way I responded to the joke was "also inappropriate" broke me to the point I needed to leave work for the day and put me in an acute episode that is still realistically ongoing.

I feel bad about everything all the time, even situations that go very well, because I keep thinking there's going to be someone else who is actually very mad at me.

I am rawdogging my (indeterminate) mood disorder (jury is out on whether its psychotic MDD, bipolar 1, or schizoaffective), my adhd, my autism, and the dissociative disorder I was so desperate to have that I went searching for it way before I should have, I haven't been stable since fucking January, and I keep getting flashes of lucidity that slip through my fingers and the only thing that's helping is self harm.

I may have lost a life changing job opportunity because I was having violent flashbacks during the interview and could barely get a word out. I have been scaring my partner with my mood elevations to several very drastic breaking points and I think if he hadn't broken down to me earlier this week and we kept at it like this for six more months I probably would've driven us both into permenant solutions because I get so fixated on solutions and fixing the problem that I just kept throwing my face at fucking fixing everything and I've been making his life hell for some months now.

I'm unmedicated, I don't have insurance, all I have is my income from my full time job.

I think I can make it through. It's so scary but I think I can make it through, I'm just terrified for the things I might break in my attempts to just exist and survive.

So that's Nory's anecdote for today.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Thank you everyone, both maggots and strangers, for their kind words on this post and elsewhere to me. I've done some thinking since I sent the ask yesterday, and had conversations with my therapist and my mum. I don't like posting darker things on my blog, and I usually avoid it, but I'm making an exception here because so many of you have reached out to help me and I think you deserve to know the situation.

Trigger warning for discussion of queerphobia, ableism and bullying below. If you're going to read on, please be careful. Nothing takes precedence over your own mental health.

...

I reached an uncomfortable realisation, that I don't have a good choice. Whether I choose to study on campus or do an online course or not do college at all, whether I stay closeted or not, all of those involve horrible compromises of my mental health, safety and education.

I don't think that's fair. I shouldn't have to choose between my safety and getting a basic goddamn degree in a field I love. I shouldn't have to make a choice between my mental health and being able to earn a living.

But I do have to make that choice, as do millions of other people here. My situation is exacerbated by the fact that I'm lower than middle class economically and I'm queer. But people with different situations, better or worse, are all facing the consequences of a really, really broken system.

Yeah, there are benefits and anti-bullying policies and safety structures in place, but they're not there to protect me. They're there to protect the people in positions of authority from the consequences of their actions to people like me, a system that decides what does and what doesn't count as harassment, and can dismiss whatever it likes. And would misgendering me count as harassment? Nope. Neither would isolating me. Neither would dead-naming me or invalidating me.

I wanted to write this down, because yeah, I'm still terrified. Not just for myself, but for all the students here, queer and otherwise. But now I'm also furious.

I'm so angry at a system that ruins people's lives when they've barely started. And I still don't know what to do about my career. But I do know what I want to do about this. I don't have money or power, but I've always had my words, and I'm not going to shut up about this anymore.

Because the education system is deeply fucked at its core, and the queerphobia here is normalised and unchecked, and so many victims of this don't have the words or the platform to speak out about it. But I do, and I'm going to speak for them instead. And I'm going to force the people in positions of authority to listen.

I just wanted everyone to know that I'm very grateful to you for supporting me, and that I want to pass that support on to people like me. That's all.

Note: There are many far darker sides to the education system here that may be extremely triggering, so I've kept it under the cut. TW for mentions of s**cide and d*ath. Again, please be careful if you're reading further.

In the city where I live, in just the two campuses of a highly reputed college where many of my former classmates go, there have been three suicides in less than a year. One college, less than a year, and three people dead. I don't know about the third, but two of them were nineteen years old, just like I am. In 2021, the suicide rate amongst students in India was around 34 deaths per day.

When I told the Dean of my former college that I felt unsafe and miserable in the college environment, she told me to stop being self-absorbed. And then denied saying it the next day when she called my parents to complain about me. To complain about my phone call to her, which I'd asked permission for, and in which I'd said I felt unsafe.

Even people who are asking for help, begging for help, don't receive it. I was lucky enough to have a support system of therapy, medical help and my parents taking my side when she did this to me. Most people don't have that system.

It's fucking sick. And I want to do everything I can to fix it.

Hi Neil, I hope you're having a good day. I'm really scared and confused and I need advice, so I thought I'd ask here, just in case.

I don't think I'll be able to go to college, because of the way I work and because of my low energy and also because I'm queer and live in India and I've already dropped out once because of extreme isolation and bullying for my queerness and mental health.

But I know that I'm really lucky to have been able to get accepted again at a good college now, and that it's something I love doing, with design and film making and writing. And now I don't know what to do.

I thought I remembered something about this in your book Art Matters, so I picked it up and searched through it and found a paragraph that said, "I escaped from school as soon as I could, when the prospect of four more years of enforced learning before I'd become the writer I wanted to be was stifling."

And as a writer and artist I understand that, so much, and it comforted me.

But I'm still so terrified. Thanks to everyone here on tumblr, I'm not alone, but I'm still terrified.

Do you have any advice for me? I suppose it's already in the book, but it would help to hear it again. Thank you so much for everything.

-Asmi

My advice is try it. Try the college, but tell yourself that you can stop if you need to. Learn skills you may need to make art with. See if you can build a group of people who like the things that you like and treat you as a friend.

[lenientravesty]

maybe its just cassiopeias battle theme getting to me but the story of pokemon sv just felt so...REAL, yknow? like yeah theres the whole past/future thing, but individually, the stories with nemona and arven and penny are so...down to earth? and realistic? it’s so easy to get emotionally involved and actually feel empathy for the characters because it’s not that far removed from real life

you have nemona, who gets so caught-up in her passion and dream that she gets drawn away from the people around her (you see it especially in the post-game, where she has trouble understanding that not everyone shares her feelings towards battling and that she’s been semi-ostracized from the rest of the people at naranja/uva), until she finally finds someone with that same passion (the player character)! and not just that, but someone who is actually good at battling! that rivals her! that can regularly beat her! it’s that wanting to find someone to be on even ground with

then there’s arven, who has a shit relationship with his parent(s?) and feels like he’s always been second place to their work. he’s really only got his pet dog, who then gets horribly injured because of said parent’s work. so of course he feels resentment towards them. and then he meets someone who might be able to help! and it’s someone who shares that same connection with their own pokemon (including the one that was thrown upon them with no choice [korai/miraidon])! and not only do they offer to help, it succeeds!! it’s that wanting someone to walk with you, to listen to you, to offer to help, even if it might not work, and it working just being a bonus at the end.

and there’s penny, who was bullied so horrifically she stopped showing her face at school. she and her friends get together and say ‘hey. we’re done. if you don’t stop, we will retaliate.’ and getting in trouble for calling out other people’s bullshit. you go through the whole team star quest thinking that it’s some far-off do-gooder who doesn’t really have any stakes in the matter besides getting the glory of being the one to end team star (who, at this point, is believed to be the ones who bullied in the first place, and who knows, maybe that’s where they were heading. [regarding the opening scene with penny, that is]), until you find out that it’s someone who has a direct relationship with all these people. and you find out that shit wasn’t like it was made out to be (the ‘they’re my greatest treasure’ bits almost made me cry ngl). and you find out that the entire situation was friends wanting to protect other friends. it’s that wanting the best for others, even if it means something bad for you, even if you think you deserve it, and having someone stand beside you and take it on with you.

i just. man. sv makin me feel shit at 6am

[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 1

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 3,666

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, and drug abuse. 

Summary: What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone?

You can find Part 2 here.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first Harvey Specter fic and I’m obviously quite unsure about it, lol. This might’ve ended up like one big mess, cause I tried to combine a bunch of Harveys I wanted to see. The perfect recipe for disaster, right? Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and, please, feel free to give me feedback, cause I’m also here to learn!!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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You’d barely stepped out of the elevator when you were met by your secretary that morning. That couldn’t mean anything good.

“Morning, (y/n/n). You’ve got an emergency meeting with Jessica today. Gonna give you the schedule on the way there.” Lucy stated, leading you on the opposite way to Jessica’s office.

“Oh, I got the memo; company’s under attack again. She wants me on the frontlines this time. Louis is probably running around saying ‘We’re at war, people, war!!!’, or something like that. But why aren’t we headed towards the boss’ office?”

“Apparently, uh, she wants y’all to convey at Harvey’s office.” She said hesitantly, as if afraid of your reaction.

“Are you kidding me? It’s the first hour of the morning and she wants me to go see that smug face of his?” You pouted childishly.

“Smug and hot, you mean.” Lucy corrected you, getting an outraged look from you in response, as she usually would by saying anything positive about Specter.

“Shush,” You said, motioning for her to stop talking, “ one shall not praise Harvey Annoying Specter around me.” You stated full of obstination, but the younger woman just laughed you off and said:

“Well, here we are. I guess I’ll just have to send you an e-mail with your schedule, since, once again, we spent our schedule minutes of the day talking about “the enemy”.” She mocked with gestures and everything this time. That Lucy really was a piece of work, she timed the whole thing perfectly, in a way that you couldn’t even repudiate her insinuations because you were already standing in front of Specter’s office door.

Not long after you had entered and Jessica had officially started the strategy-meeting, though, all eyes in the room turned to you, as your phone started ringing in your back pocket. "Shit! I'm- I'm so sorry, guys, I guess I-"

"Can you please take your job seriously for once in your life, (y/l/n)?" You heard Harvey Pain-In-The-Ass Specter rudely remark, as you tried to swallow your embarrassment.

“Well, like I was trying to say, I’m sorry. Gonna turn it off right now, won’t happen again.” You said, directing your apologetic look to Jessica.

“You should just go ahead and answer it, could be something important.” She calmly told you.

“Especially now that you’ve already interrupted our work.” Specter chipped in again, which just gave you more fuel to answer the goddamn phone.

“Hello, yeah this is her.” You confirmed to the man on the phone, while taking a few steps towards the corner of the room. “What??? Are you sure? Oh my God! O- okay, just tell me which one and I’ll be there as soon as possible! Right, thank you.” Everyone’s eyes were on you, trying to understand what made you look so distressed. Except his, of course.

“Wait a second. Are you leaving right now?” He asked with a mix of annoyance and irritation in his voice.

“Yes, I am. I’m sorry, Jessica, but this is a family emergency. I have to go.”

“Well, I just hope you know that this doesn’t look good for you, (y/n).” She said, voice inexpressive.

“I do and, honestly? I couldn’t care less about that right now.” You firmly told her, while hoping your career wasn’t over by the next morning.

“I hope everything goes well for you and your family, (y/n). If you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know.” Louis told you with that childish smile of his. Jesus, even in a moment like this, he tried to flirt with you.

“Thank you, Louis. That’s very kind.” You faked a tiny smile.

“Unbelievable.” 

“What?” You asked, turning back to face Harvey.

“Your firm is under attack and you’re leaving because of some stupid family crap?” Was he even serious?

“Precisely. And I don’t really care what your thoughts are on it. Our priorities are clearly very different.” Who the hell did he think he was to say anything about your family’s issues?

“Well, that shouldn’t matter because, the minute you walk in here, through those elevators out there, you’re supposed to leave all things personal behind.”

“Oh, right. I’m so sorry that I’m not some heartless lawyer like you, who’s just in it for the petty fights in the name of money-making.” Shit. You needed to get the hell out of there before you said something else to make Specter wanna kick you out himself. So you did. Stormed out like there was no tomorrow, leaving nothing but the very shocked Donna, Jessica, Louis, Mike, and Rachel behind. Oh, yeah, and a very pissed-off Harvey Specter.

Okay, maybe you were a little too harsh, but given the place you needed to go, to do what you needed to do, you didn't care about Harvey, your job, or anything else.

---

It was much later on that same day, around dinner time, that you heard a soft knock on your door. But how could someone be at your door, if the doorman downstairs hadn't announced any visitors? Were you dreaming? Well, the day had been so tiring that that wasn't exactly impossible… Nonetheless, you made your way to the door, whilst holding your very needy three-year-old nephew in your arms. Not that you could blame Henry after the day he’d had.

Since you weren’t expecting anyone, it was reasonable to believe that, whoever it was, was going to be a surprise. But not in a million years would have you ever guessed that Harvey Specter was the one knocking at your door. Especially considering what had happened at the firm earlier. How did he even know your address?

“Hi, (y/l/n). I didn’t know you had a kid.” He stated with a bit of surprise of his own, pointing to the little boy you were carrying.

“No, uh, I don’t have any.” You managed to say, trying to control your shocked expression. “This is my nephew.” You clarified again, a little more at ease this time.

“My name’s Henry. What’s yours?” You heard your nephew ask with his cute child-voice.

“Harvey. It’s, uh, it’s very nice to meet you, Henry.” Harvey told the boy, holding out his hand for him to shake, as a sweet smile came to his lips.

“Is he your friend, auntie (y/n/n)?” Henry asked you hesitantly, before making a move. The Don’t Talk to Strangers Rule must’ve kicked in his mind. 

Before answering him, you hesitated a little bit yourself, though. Was Harvey your friend? Obviously not, but if he came to your apartment in the middle of the night like this, it was probably because of something important. Work-related, of course. Which meant you’d have to let him in, so you settled for what would be the easiest classification for a three-year-old.

“Yeah, bud, he is my friend from work.” Hearing that, something in Specter’s eyes changed, you didn’t really know what, though.

“Well, then, can he come play with us?” He gave you such a cute look, that you almost said yes right on cue. But you obviously couldn’t. 

“You’d have to ask him, but I’m sure he has a lot of other, more important, things to do now.” You tried to explain to the little boy, giving Harvey a look. But you didn’t get too far, as the lawyer quickly said:

“Of course I wanna go play with you! That is if your auntie’s okay with that…” Now he was mocking you, that was the only explanation.

“Can we play with him, then, auntie (y/n/n)? Please, please, please?” God, what horrible thing could’ve you possibly done to deserve this particular punishment?

“Um, I guess... If he really has nothing better to do-” Harvey didn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“I really don’t.” He said, shooting you and Henry a bright smile that you’d never seen before.

“Okay, then, come in. Please disregard the mess, I got this stuff to make dinner, but someone just won’t detach, right, mister?” You asked your nephew with fake annoyance in your voice, as you tickled his sides a little bit. He just laughed at you. Though what really caught your attention was the fact that Harvey, too, was chuckling lightly at the scene, as he started picking up your groceries’ bags from the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you, what else?” You gave him a weird look because, well, it was a weird situation. Maybe he noticed your discomfort because he added: “You look tired, so I’ll help you by making dinner and putting the rest of these away.”

“You’re kidding, right?” There was no way in hell that the All-Mighty Harvey Specter was gonna get domestic for you, of all people. Since he didn’t bother to answer, you went on: “First of all, what was it that you really came here to do, hum? And, second, I don’t need your help with anything.” Normally you tried to be kind to everyone, but, then again, Specter wasn’t exactly your normal kind of guy.

“Well, first of all,” he started in a tone of mockery, “that was rude! Look at the example you’re setting for little Henry!” Oh God, as much as you hated to admit it, he was kinda right, because you had completely forgotten about the little boy still cradled in your arms. “Second, we can talk about the reason why I came here later,” after your nephew’s asleep, was implicit in his speech, “third, it looks like you do need some help. And, for your luck, I happen to be a very good cook when I want to.”

“But-” You could barely begin your sentence, as Harvey sharply cut you off:

“You see, buddy,” he started, motioning to Henry this time, “the quicker we get your auntie on board with the game plan, the quicker we’ll get to eat and go play together!” Son of a bitch! Using a child to get to you…

“Can we please, auntie? Please?” How could you not crack after that pleading?

“Fine, but I swear I’ll make you pay if we wake up with food poisoning tomorrow, Specter.” You told him playfully, trying to lighten the mood after all of your bluntness.

“Oh, trust me, (y/l/n), you won’t. This will be the best meal you and the young man here will ever have in your entire lives.” He said cockily, but without the usual arrogance level, if that even makes sense.

A few hours and a really great dinner later, you and Henry couldn’t help but snicker shamelessly at Harvey’s ridiculous faces, as the three of you played a game on your living room’s floor. Trying to catch your breath from your giggles, you glanced up at the clock and realized that it was way too late for your nephew to be out of bed like that. So you broke up the game, announcing:

“It’s bedtime for you, Mr. Henry.” You watched the faces of the pair turn into ones of pure disappointment, as they prepared to pout.

“Just a little longer, auntie (y/n/n)! please!” The little boy started.

“Yeah, auntie, just a little longer! Please?” This time it was the grown man, one of the toughest Wall Street lawyers.

“As moved as I am by your synchrony, guys, the answer is a big no. C’mon, bud, let’s go brush your teeth. And then straight to bed. So say bye to Harvey, and thank him for being so nice to us tonight.” He looked between you and Specter as if still hoping for a hail Mary of some sort.

“Bye, Harvey.” He sounded so sad, but then he smiled brightly again, as he repeated what you’d told him to say word by word: “And thank you for being so nice to us tonight.” Hearing that, both you and Harvey chuckled lightly at the young boy, who quickly added: “Will you come see us tomorrow too?”

“Uh, we’ll, uh, we’ll see about that, okay, little man?” He tried to let Henry down slowly but, watching the boy’s expression become a sad one instantly, he added: “It’s just because both your auntie and I have a lot of work ahead of us tomorrow, but I’ll do my best, okay?” That was definitely a side of Harvey you’d never seen before, he had even bent down to be on your nephew’s level.

“Okay.” Henry said quietly, seeming to be a little happier, too.

“Okay, then let’s just go upstairs already.” You took the boy’s hand to guide him towards the spare bedroom’s bathroom, all the while shooting Specter a look that told him to wait for you a little longer.

“I’ll wait for you down here.” He said, proving he understood what your eyes tried to transmit.

So you headed upstairs with your nephew and, after a good fifteen minutes of brushing Henry’s teeth, helping him into his PJs, and tucking him in, you finally managed to come back to the living room, where you found Harvey looking through some of your photos displayed on the sideboard. For a minute or two, you just watched him. It wasn’t that you liked what you saw or anything. It wasn’t. It was more like postponing the weird conversation you two were bound to have, because, after all that had happened in those few hours, the atmosphere was, at very least, a strange one. But, almost as if he’d felt your gaze on his back, the lawyer in him was switched on, and he interrupted your thoughts by saying:

“Ah, you’re back. Good, because we need to talk.” You just motioned for him to follow you into your home office. But both you and Harvey looked so informal to be in that kind of environment, that you just indicated the small couch on the wall opposite to your desk for you to take your seats in.

“So, uh, before you even say anything, I wanna thank you for being so kind tonight,” a small smile came to your lips, as you remembered, not only the evening but how your nephew had used almost those exact same words, already imitating you, a little earlier. Specter smiled too, you noticed. “and I also wanna apologize. If you came here to talk to me… I must’ve made you waste a lot of time, huh?” You tried with a half-smile this time, as embarrassment started taking over you.

“What? No, of course not! I'm pretty sure that I told you I didn't have anything better to do, didn't I?" He calmly asked with a smile.

"Yeah, but I'm not buying it. You're Harvey Specter, isn't that what you're always saying? And Harvey Specter always has something better to do, isn't that right?" You shot back in a mockery tone, regaining your confidence.

"Well, maybe. But, not today. So don't apologize, and don't thank me. I'm the one who should be thanking you, I had a really good time tonight." Okay, now you were shocked. He had a good time?

"Uh, okay, um, so... What was so urgent that you had to come here in the middle of the night?" You nervously ranted, while tugging your hair behind your ears. He just stared at you, so much so that you almost repeated your question.

"Um, yeah, about this morning… That's why I came here…" You were already guessing that that would come up eventually, but it was the topic of your conversation? "I know that you and I always had our differences, and maybe even some rivalry-"

"Some rivalry? Dude, I'm just a junior partner, and ever since I started on that firm you've been persecuting me-"

"I wouldn't say persecuting…"

"Oh, you wouldn't?"

"Not since you made junior partner anyways. Now it's just a healthy rivalry between work friends…" He tried to use what you’d told your nephew earlier. 

"Oh, so you do admit you were persecuting me when I was an associate, huh?"

"Shit." He muttered quietly, as you watched him with a victory smile on your lips. "You know what? Hell yeah, I did persecute you when you were an associate." Hearing that blunt admission of guilt, you just couldn't find anything to say. “You wanna know why? I did that because, from the first time I saw you doing your job, I saw this very thing that I see now: you kicking ass, you think I wanted to admit this to you? I’ll answer it myself: no, I didn’t. The only reason why it happened is that you led me to it.” He blurted out, completely knocking you off your socks.

“So, um, you treated, you treat me like shit because, um, because I’m good?” You asked, still unsure of what to think about his confession.

“Well, that was part of it, sure. So, you see, I could understand it when you weren’t particularly thrilled at the perspective of working with me. But, this morning, you said that I’m a heartless guy who only cares about money… Is that really what you think of me?” This time he sounded genuinely sad? When Harvey said that he’d come to your apartment to talk about that morning, you thought he was gonna reprimand the shit out of you for disrespecting him ⎯ your sort of boss, a senior partner ⎯, but, apparently, he was asking about it on a more personal level. A level you’d never really thought played a part in your relationship with him.

“Oh, Harvey…”

“Be honest, please. I don’t want your pity. You don’t even know me all that well, so don’t try to minimize anything. I can take it.”

“That’s not what I was gonna do. And, trust me, you’re probably the last person in the world I’d pity.” You told him with a sly smile. “You’re right. I don’t know you all that well. Or, at least, I didn’t this morning. But I do know that you’re not heartless. Also, I was really out of line then, I’ve seen you fighting tooth and nail for a lot more than just money in that firm. You’re loyal to your firm and friends like no one else and, tonight, I watched you sitting on the floor and playing with a little boy. And, trust me, that meant more to him than you’d ever know, especially after today… Anyways, what I’m really trying to say is that I was so damn wrong and that I’m sorry. I’d gotten some pretty nerve-racking news beforehand, not that that’s an excuse but...” You told him, meaning every word and trying hard to show how much you regretted your previous actions.

“Wait, what news?”

“Ah, it’s nothing for you to worry about, really.” You tried to brush him off.

“Oh, c’mon! You said all those nice things about me, but when it comes to your life and your problems you still don’t trust me, isn’t that right?” His tone was sharply inexpressive, but his eyes showed he was actually hurt.

“What are you talking about? Oh my God, Harvey! I’ve relied on you for a number of cases that I really cared about! I let you in on my apartment! I let you spend an entire night around my nephew! Of course, I trust you!”

“Then what the hell is the problem? You think I’m not gonna give a damn about your family issues? Is that it? Because I am literally begging you to tell me about them!”

“I don’t wanna tell you because I don’t want you, or anyone else on the firm, to think that I’m some pathetic little girl who uses her family issues as an excuse to get out of a tough fight.” You confessed in a lower tone, slightly embarrassed, just hoping he would understand and stop poking. “Things are very different when you’re a woman, you know…”

“I would never think that about you. Family is important. Especially if it’s made of people like Henry…” He said, reassuring you, even though there was a hint of sadness in his voice. “Besides, you said you trust me, so you need to trust me when I say that I wouldn’t betray you by telling people about your problems. I’m not here as your boss, (y/n). I just wanna help you.” He sounded so sincere and, if you were being honest with yourself, you kinda really needed to vent.

“Okay, um, where to start? I have two sisters: Henry’s mother, Kat, and a fifteen-year-old, Lisa. I’m the older one of all three of us. Lisa’s sick, like very sick, so my parents, who are both retired, are with her at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, to try and get her better. In the meantime, Kat was supposed to go to college, as well as care for her son, between my parents and me, she wouldn’t even need to provide for them or anything. But, a while ago, she overdosed for the first time. That’s when we found out about her addiction. We’ve already tried a million different things but nothing works. So, my parents and I threatened to make her lose her parental rights over Henry, hoping that it’d be a wake-up call for her, but it backfired. She just took the boy and disappeared, then today I get that call, from the police department, saying that she was in custody for drug distribution and endangering the well-fare of a minor. They asked me to go pick my nephew and, maybe, get Kat a lawyer.” And, just like that, you’d told Harvey Specter, of all people, everything. Tears rolling down your cheeks and him pulling you into a hug.

If anyone had told you that that was how your night was gonna go, you would have definitely laughed them out of the room. But now, just sitting there, being held and caressed by Harvey, as you let your armor down, it was finally beginning to look like things were gonna be okay. 

[itzz-phoenixxx]

Why I don't like All Might: An Analysis.

Don't get me wrong, he was a GOOD hero, but he has a FUCK ton of shortcomings and I'm sick of everyone looking over them. So I'm breaking things down in somewhat chronological order because he's the ONE character in MHA I absolutely cannot stand

His and Izuku's first meeting.

There was no way to know that he had been told to kill himself only hours earlier, but still. Jesus christ dude.

The entire interaction with the sludge villain. He didn't do ANYTHING to make sure Izuku was okay except for smack tf out of him to wake him up. I don't know how shit works in that world, but I think at the very LEAST if someone is attacked by a villain, you should notify authorities and maybe, idk, make sure the kid gets checked out by medical professionals.

He tried to push Izuku off his leg in mid-air. You could argue its for comedic relief, but if you're a pro hero in your late 50's (he's been a OFA holder for 40 years, and I'm assuming he got it when he was about as old as Izuku) you should know better.

Crushing Izuku's dream and leaving what could be a suicidal kid by himself where ANYTHING could've happened. Like what if he had done something??

OH not to mention, he's a pro hero ffs, telling him to "be more reasonable" is terrible. You could argue that Aizawa said the same, but Aizawa also guided Izuku during the first training exercise. Yeah, he told him he should never be a hero, but he also gav3 his quirk back and gave Izuku a chance to prove him wrong, and several times now Izuku has.

The passing of OFA

For One, he completely backtracked. Like he didn't even consider Izuku's feelings before tossing the "You can be hero and here's how" bomb on him. I fully believe he took advantage of Izuku's vulnerability in that moment.

It seemed like he put Izuku in a position where he couldn't say no. All Might asking Iuzku to take his quirk, would be like your favorite artist asking you to perform in a show with them because they liked your voice. You just can't pass up that apportunity.

He failed to inform Izuku about the baggage thay came with OFA. Not only the bone breakage in the first episode, but about All For One, his fated enemy. He didn't give Izuku the option to back out or change his mind, because I feel as though Izuku would've DEFINITELY reconsidered if he knew (but I'm in no way saying he wouldn't take the quirk regardless)

He took advantage of Izuku's adoration of him, as well as his dreams in order to pass along his quirk. Of course, he also saw potential in him, I won't argue about that. He wasn't wrong about the kind of person Izuku was/is, but the fact fhat he just so happened to run into his biggest fan (who was quirkless and dreamed of being a hero) you can't tell me he didn't take advantage of that.

He's a horrible teacher.

It's not only Izuku who has realized this. Most of 1A as well as the staff at UA have realized this. He had flashcards ffs. You could argue that he's brand new to teaching, but he also had time to put lessons together. Even Tsu pointed out during the first training exercise that they had no prior combat training.

He wasn't able to properly teach Izuku how to wield OFA. Everything he learned he picked up from Gran Torino, and the other staff at UA. It took him 2 seasons to regulate OFA, and an additional season to realize he had legs. The only good teaching moment he had was introducing the concept of Air Force.

His blatant and obvious favoritism of Izuku has put the other students in danger too many times.

Seriously, he puts so much faith in Izuku in crisis situations, that he doesn't even worry about the other kids who aren't as capable.

MANGA SPOILER!!! -He fully supported Izuku's vigilante era, knowing it was unsafe. He also followed the boy around and in his state could've been a liability. Even on the brink of death, AM said "here's lunch, good luck." And wasn't involved in bringing him back, even if he would've had the most influence.

That is all for now, thank you!

[dmclemblems]

I swear some people in the 3h fandom are so warped that they genuinely believe that Nemesis and the Slithers are the actual heroes. Yeah cause conducting human blood experiments, kidnapping, assassinations, wanting to kill everyone, ruin the continent for domination, spewing out racist rhetoric, massacring two races of people, etc is totally a heroic thing to do. /s

Like, legit, seriously and not even joking think they're the heroes? I’m sure some people are arguing it just to troll, but I wouldn’t be surprised if people were genuinely saying that just because they don’t like other characters.

That’s something that happens a lot in this fandom - people arguing things whether they’re ridiculous or not just to undermine another character or group of characters. I’ve seen that kind of thing happen in fandoms before, but in this one in particular it’s especially bad. I’ve seen people go out of their way to warp things characters say just to make them sound like a bad person (especially Dimitri) to try to make themselves sound correct and say “look I have evidence!” when really it’s just obvious they’re saying it for the sake of argument against the character.

What really gets me though is that they’ll argue this kind of shit for the game, but when they get a comparison to irl events they can’t handle it, or the fact that they’re defending horrible irl situations by advocating for certain things.

The game intentionally goes out of its way to be clear throughout the game that what they’re doing is wrong even in a morally gray story. TWS was given the role of FE4′s Lopt Sect, who are forced to live in hiding underground and they want revenge for being forced to live like that, but the people who they take it out on are the present generations who had no hand in the treatment of their people. They want to commit genocide and take over the continent, believing these people are their enemies and that if they’re descended from particular bloodlines that they’re evil.

Now, if they were correct and the currently living bloodlines still treated them like trash and it was genuinely everyone in a widespread misconception that the people refused to change their opinions on, I can understand taking it to that level. If these people were descended from those people and were actually not innocent in the matter, taking it upon themselves to be as hateful and terrible as their ancestors, I can understand coming to the conclusion that they need to fight back and eradicate those people for their safety and survival.

That’s not the case though in both these games, and the point is that these villain groups are the ones starting conflict. They’re not continuing something, as the people who did those things to their people are long dead and the ones living now don’t engage in any of that. Despite that these villain groups bring harm to unknowing people who don’t have a hand in that history. Even if they didn’t know that history, if they engaged in such harmful hate and it was something like “all people from xyz are terrible and have to die”, yeah, that’s horrible and I’d understand our villains coming to the conclusion of “well this is shit, we need to get rid of these people or they’re literally going to try to kill us”. However, that’s not the case, which is what makes them villains. They would be the heroes if they were in fact fighting for their freedom against actual oppression, but we’re never shown that our characters are oppressive or follow in the footsteps of their ancestors’ hate.

The difference between making them heroes and villains is honestly pretty clear cut in that sense. Both games’ villains are villains because they’re blaming the people living now for things they were never involved in, thus taking action against them as if they were. Basically if they wanted revenge and took action sooner, against the right people, they wouldn’t be at fault for that. They end up at fault when attacking people who have nothing to do with it.

If people are legitimately thinking TWS is a group of heroes, they need a reality check. Even if it’s just a story, to be able to have that way of thinking where you can defend TWS (and by extension FE4′s Lopt Sect as they’re literally the same thing but with a bit more dragon feuding involved too) is straight up concerning. Yes, it’s a fictional story... in which it says a lot about a person when they’ll go out of their way to defend a group that is written in a clear cut morally negative way.

[hex-obsession]

Silver Lining - Two

word count- 2,259

content warning- language, angst, indirect s**cidal thought

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Crows cawing, your eyes open just enough to hazily make out the all too familiar color of your room.

“Early bird gets the worm, you know,” a familiar voice murmurs. Pushing off the wall to your right, your body slides diagonally over your bed, your head dangling off the side. Upside down, Cheryl is slumped against your door frame, arms and legs crossed. Brazen as usual, just the way you loved her. You held your own in most regards but Cheryl was always there when you least expected it and needed her most. You swear there were a halo atop that adorable shaggy blonde head of hers. And not one of those tacky event items either.

“Like I’d get anything any time of day with all the birds around here.” A tickling squeeze builds in your abdomen, branching up your neck to your cheeks which now had a telling pink glow.

“So you gonna talk to old lover boy yet or what?”

You jolt forward and whip around fast enough to make any killer miss a swing. Your response is unnecessary as she’s already smirking devilishly, aware of what she’s doing. She might have been your closest friend but that did not stop her from tormenting you, or anyone else that crossed her path. All in good fun and love, of course. It went without saying that you enjoyed it and she knew when it was, rarely, time to pack it up.

Raising her eyebrows, she leans back and throws her hands up. “I’m just saying, if you don’t, you might lose your chance. That’s all I’m saying,” quieter now.

You sighed. She was right. You weren’t the only one who took a liking to Leon. But, unlike you, Yun-Jin did not hide her feelings, from anyone for any reason, ever. Of course, everyone thought he was charismatic and most, undeniably handsome. That was common knowledge. You ran out of things to talk about in a place like this, and secrets were few and far between. There was no reason to hide here. This was your foreseeable future, together. There was no getting out, no changing things. Being open and sharing everything together made your day to day bearable. The connections you lost in your old lives left gaping holes, but together as one tightly knit, weird, fucked up family, you helped fill the voids. Some took longer than others to accept that fate, and there were some inevitable hiccups, but everyone came around eventually.

Anyone who wasn’t blind could see the attraction Yun-Jin had for the newest addition to your group. Placing her hands on him in conversation whenever she got the chance, laughing a little too hard at the things he said, biting her bottom lip and smiling at him when he talked. You’d even caught her pecking his cheek playfully here and there. He’d always smile and look away, as if it were a game. Leon always had a sultry attitude to him, a ladies' man no doubt. Subtly flirting with everyone was just commonplace for him. That was part of the reason you held back. Fearing you missed your chance and someone else had filled the role you longed to be in. Maybe it was your fear of rejection or abandonment, or not wanting to lose something this important in a world as cruel and bare this. You were subconsciously working hard to convince him you were only a friend. Which you were, definitely friends. Close even, given the circumstances. Trauma bonding does one hell of a number to the timeline of friendship. Still, you sensed zero difference in his behavior toward you versus the others. Which, admittedly, was quite the letdown. Nonetheless, you had nothing to lose by casually admitting your feelings for him. Keep it light and airy and there would be no reason for things to change on the chance he didn’t feel the same. After all, you surely weren’t the only one with a harmless little crush. That’s all it was. Right? So what if you constantly day-dream about him holding you so close he might consume you, kissing you with four times the passion the Notebook tried to capture, never leaving your side regardless of what the future held. His taste, his smell… what his cock would feel like ramming into your cervix. Your brain was one giant knot, constantly distracting you and there wasn’t a single thing you could do about it. Except tell him, but keep it simple.

By your calculations, it was November 18th. You’d been keeping track, not sure if it made things better or worse. Your third anniversary in this place was not far off. Despite being a literal nightmare, it had its perks. Your need for food was no more, as well as your other bodily needs. Sickness was a quickly forgotten annoyance of the past. You stayed in this eerily perfect state. Makeup never crusty, hair never oily and always smelling of your favorite fruit. The dirt and blood you’d acquire during trials magically disappeared upon return. You had a handful of outfits to rotate but there was no real need. Another upside, there were no severe temperatures here. Jackets, shorts, sandals, snow boots if you were Nea. You were always mostly comfortable. Even on Ormond where snow blanketed the ground, those gusts of wind should have sent chills right through you, but they didn’t. It felt like living in a dream or a, simulation. Just, where you’re hunted all day and night for the rest of your existence. At least death wasn’t permanent. Sometimes you’d wish it was, just to escape.

Several months have passed since Leon and Jill were introduced to your world. You had inside jokes and more close calls than you could both count. You were a damn good team and got along smoother than melted butter. What were you waiting for? You inhaled sharply and broke your stare out the window.

“I’m gonna do it.”

To no avail, your deep breaths failed to remedy the painful pounding in your chest, or the heat radiating from your face. Nevertheless, you marched out to the campfire to seek out Yun-Jin. As selfish as you wanted to be with Leon, she was your friend, and you held that in high regard. She was easy to spot in a crowd given her loud attire, but wasn’t around the fire. Which lead to your next realization; neither was Leon. Your throat tightened, heart still pounding. You set off a little too quickly to find her, or them. First stop was Ace’s shack. Judging based on appearances, you figured he would be one of the last people she associated with. Quite the opposite, they were dear friends. Not connected at the hip per se, like her and Claudette, but they related to one another's childhoods. Trauma bonding, can't beat it. To your dismay, the shack was empty, a seed of despair planting in your stomach. Maintaining the most convincing composure you could, you continue your search. Heading left down the line of shacks, robust laughter grows closer. You’d know that laugh anywhere. Cutting through the row, David and Felix are reclined under a tree. They were one of the few monogamous couples among you. The others being Nancy and Steve, and Adam and Zarina. You understood the allure of being romantically involved with more than one person, especially given your less-than-ideal situation, but it wasn’t for you.

“Hi y/n!” Felix shouted toward you.

Not wanting to stop and chat given your current objective, you flashed a cheeky smile and waved to them. Before they could get another word out, you dipped back behind the row of houses. Nerves getting the best of you, you parted your lips to breathe through your mouth. Every breath burned your lungs, realizing now all the times you brushed off your feelings have come back to haunt you. You should never have waited this long. At this point you would be more than willing, desperate, to share Leon. Refusing to let your anxiety get the best of you, you ball your fists and dig your nails into your palms to get a grip on yourself. There was one more place they could possibly be. A sliver of premature acceptance wedged itself into your train of thought as you trudged toward your own shack. Leon’s was adjacent to yours. Feeling foolish for not checking earlier, you round the corner to the opening. As much as you wish you could close your eyes, they were pinned open with anticipation. Looking up from your feet you were shocked to see an empty room before you. Relief and confusion replace your foreboding. Too much time had already been wasted, so you return to the campfire.

“Hey, have you seen Leon or Yun-Jin anywhere?” you, as calmly as possible, ask Élodie.

“They got pulled a little bit ago babe.” She was intently focused on Jane, her concentration not broken. “Which do you like more, up or down?” her gaze still fixated on Jane.

You have to either keep the courage you finally mustered until they get back or give yourself emotional whiplash by releasing until they do. You hesitate for a moment, but to hide your disappointment you quickly retort, “Up, definitely up. Gotta distract the killer with that beautiful face you know?”

“Like they're looking at her face and not that dumptruck ass!” Élodie howls. Jane facetiously puts her fingertips to her chin and looks upward, a façade of innocence no one here would ever buy. You can't help but giggle despite your inner turmoil.

“Well hey,” you add through chuckles, “when they're back can you please send her my way?”

“Sure thing babe,” Élodie assures, finally turning to meet your gaze.

A horrible nauseating mix of dismal, relieving, lewd thoughts of Leon swirl in your mind as you wait for Yun-Jin to step into the doorway. You knew you liked him but holy shit, where did this come from? The realization slapped you in the face. Try to blame infatuation all you want, not that you did, but it was so painfully evident now you were dumbfounded.

A soft knock jerked you out of your thoughts. “Hiya y/n, what's going on?”

Her delicate eyes effortlessly comforted you from across the room.

“I...” your eyes now glued to the floor beneath your feet, a reservoir of tears barely being held back, “I need to know how you feel about Leon.” Your nerves went haywire just uttering his name to her. An icy splash of chills surged from your head to your feet as your chest panged with dread.

“Well of course I like him,” her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

All that could escape your mouth was, “Oh.” Emptiness, despair replacing the jealous unease you felt before. Tears streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, feelings that danced around menacingly finally coming to a head.

At the sight of your distress, she rushed to sit next to you. “Honey, what’s going on?” her voice barely above a whisper.

You were ashamed for breaking down in front of her, afraid of guilting her for something that was not her fault, and now terrified Leon might follow her here, only to find you undone over him. You jerk your head up to face her and blurt out, “Jinny I think I love him,” face sopping wet with untouched tears.

She raises her eyebrows and smiles at you. “Honey I have fun toying with him all in good nature but there’s no connection there.” Your heart thuds against your ribcage. “Sure, I’ll admit he’s attractive, who wouldn’t, but I have nowhere near the same feelings for him that you evidently do.” She uses both hands to cup your face and pushes as much wetness as she can aside with her thumbs. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? Not only to me but to him!” Despite being similar in age, she feels like a mother to you. Caring for a child, your own or not, will do that to you. That’s not a trait you lose over time.

“I’m so afraid,” you softly whimper, “of what he would say, what you would say.” You're picking at your cuticles, a habit you acquired during puberty as an outlet for your overwhelming feelings.

She wraps her arms around you, carefully as to not tarnish her jacket with tears, which would definitely stain the material. “I was just having a little fun, and from what I’ve gathered, he was more so allowing it than participating. You know I love you all to death but I’m not looking for anything like that, definitely not here.” She gives you a squeeze, and suddenly you can breathe again, the air around you no longer dense and difficult to swallow. “Honey, go get him.”

“Oh Jesus, let me fix myself a little first at least,” the sudden relief causing you to laugh involuntarily.

You were grateful disease and ailments didn’t exist outside of the trials, if they had you're sure you would've had an aneurysm from the stress you went through in a matter of an hour. Yun-Jin left you to your thoughts, which were now solely you and Leon together, doing anything and everything you could think of. The rest of the day you contemplated telling him, more so, how to. Thankfully you didn’t have any trials together, you were far too disorganized for that right now. “Tomorrow,” you promise yourself. Nothing like a clear head and a night’s rest to help you be your most collected, confident self.

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Silver Lining masterlist

[hopeymchope]

I know the surviviors get some flack for not grieving a whole lot for Kokichi, but Kokichi was horrible to everyone and wheverr people tried to question him, he'd push them away because he wanted to work on his own because of severe trust issues and he also did some questionable things that can't exactly be forgiven. They weren't exactly friends and it's a lot to take in.

Six total Kokichi-related asks in one post, now incoming!

WAAAAAAAHAHA Kokichi Time

Yeah, I agree with everything you're saying. I think that they eventually appreciated and respected his final effort to ruin the killing game, but for most of the trial, it was just deeply infuriating and upsetting for them. And even after that, there's a lot leading up to that trial that could only be infuriating for them. And in the end, Shuichi considers Kokichi just a frustrating enigma and utterly unknowable - "the very embodiment of a lie," as he says.

So you suspect that he has some personal connection to Killing Games in his past? Could it even be from a previous DR "season," then? I don't know how/why he'd have the luck thing, though. There doesn't seem to be anything to indicate that. I often wonder whether we'll get some kind of direct V3 sequel someday, in some medium. I'm sure there's got to be a temptation to explore where things wound up for the survivors and what the outside world is really like, who the survivors really are or aren't, etc. But if Spike Chunsoft eventually does this without Kodaka's involvement, it's going to ring hollow. Such a instance could easily become a story that openly defies and/or flies in the face of the implications of V3.

Interesting point. Even when he's seemingly treating Gonta nicely, it's just an attempt to get something he wants - trapping everyone in the "bug meet-and-greet," maneuvering Gonta into murdering Miu, etc. What's interesting about that is how he seems to genuinely befriend Gonta in Danganronpa S: Ultimate Summer Camp. But of course, his treatment of Keebo is always the same...

You may or may not have seen, anon, a previous Ask wherein a Japanese person said that bullying is a major issue there, but people tend to stay silent instead of calling others out. (I can’t seem to find the post where I responded to that ask now... ) So this might be part of that same cultural issue, then; Keebo is making it very clear how much he is upset by Kokichi’s behavior, but nobody really makes much effort to stop Kokichi anyway.

Well, I guess Kaede does try to distract him away from bothering Keebo in the very beginning. It’s something?

Actually, the fandom doesn’t even seem to hold this against Kokichi at all! Maybe they really do see Keebo as some kind of lesser being unworthy of any kindness just because of his physical nature??

(Friendly reminder to everyone that Kokichi is made aware very early on how much his behavior offends and upsets Keebo. So naturally, he keeps doing it anyway forever, in every single timeline - UTDP and Danganronpa S are no different. Because Kokichi’s just a really shitty person.)

Definitely. A big part of why his plans ultimately fail to lead where he'd hoped is because of the bridges he burned behind him. It's another reminder of the recurring "attempting to deal with the situation alone = misfortune and death" undercurrent through the series.

I get that, although he’s kind of a major part of V3′s narrative. He really drills home much of the “truth vs lies” theming. But, just like some previous antagonists, there are definitely things that would go much more smoothly if he wasn’t being a little shit about everything and was just telling people what he knows. Obvious solution: You excise the character who inexplicably knows everything about each trial but never wants to share any of his information from the entire equation.

But I think he’s still an important part of the story and its central focus, so maybe we could just... not make him be some kind of super-analytical secret detective? Because that always felt like it was kind of bullshit to me anyway. Much like his inexplicable ability to instantly know any time any character is lying about absolutely anything, we can just delete these traits and subsequently make him more believable as a person. He can still have his elaborate scheme to stop the killing game and still be an annoying liar who lies, but he doesn’t have to also be a mind-reading super-detective. Kill that element and I’d feel better about his role.