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One thing that bothers me in a lot of Shen Jiu fics is that they often make him too repentant. Like my man canonically would rather get turned into a human stick than apologize for his actions. This man has never said "sorry" in his life.
And you know what? His unrepentantness is what makes him such a good character! He knows he's doing wrong. He knows he's a terrible person. And he continues to be horrible, not because he doesn't think it's wrong or even because he doesn't care, but because he believes himself to be, on the most basic and fundamental level, a monster. (Also, that whole "only the stong survive and if you're weak you deserve it" thing he's got going on)
Why bother pretending to be something you aren't? When people will always see the rot within you no matter how high you rise, no matter how hard you try to hide it. Apologies have never gotten Shen Jiu anywhere; people assume the worst of him no matter what he does.
And I don't think SJ is incapable of feeling sorry for his actions, it's that he can never express that regret! In words, at the very least. If he lets go of his pride to genuinely, verbally apologize, the rest of him would crumble. He physically cannot, he would not survive going back to (what he sees as) begging for forgiveness.
I think if he ever did try to "make amends," it could not be in the form of a verbal apology. It would be through actions, most likely subtle actions at that (remember he will never willingly explain himself to anyone ever). He will never admit regret. That would be akin to giving in and rolling over like a dog (and he will never let himself be a dog again).
#hes sooo awful and unrepentant#and thats what makes him an amazing character#he will never apologise for anything ever and thats okay. it doesnt mean he cant get happiness it just makes it more difficult#my favorite chew toy#wanna shake him in jar then give him a hug (he would bite me)#shen jiu#svsss#meta#svsss meta#shelley's overdramatic character analysis
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Sometimes, I think back to that period of time where I did nothing but reblog James McAvoy and watch his movies. Like I truly had hysteria, there was no other explanation for that.
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Jax is a prideful control freak asshole. No matter what happens he wants to preserve his pride (if he feels it’s being threatened) or reclaim it. If he can’t change the situation to put himself on top, he’ll try to drag someone, ANYONE down to his level. So, anytime you see him trying to reassert himself you also know deep down he’s freaking out. This kind of contrast between the actions and mental interior of the character makes me so excited I want to cry. I love Jax. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
^^^^ me
#chatter.txt#jax posting#WAITER WAITER PLEASE MORE EMOTIONALLY IMMATURE MEN THAT MAKE ALREADY MISERABLE PEOPLE EVEN WORSE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE#this isn’t character analysis Im just foaming at the mouth#the guy I love to hate and love and hate and hate and love and love and *collapses*#ppl may say Jax is overrated and also for ppl with basic tumblr bitch taste#and I will not deny any of it#BUT#he’s the one where it all clicked#he's My chew toy#my favorite chew toy#I’ll never let this freak go#i'd follow him to hell just to drink his tears#i don't care#he can blow up the circus#he can try to kill everyone#he can even be the reason Kaufmo died#if there are no Jax fans left#i am no longer alive
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He's stimming
#jotaro come get yo dog#hierophant is his favorite chew toy#star platinum#hierophant green#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba#jjba art#jjba fanart#jotaro kujo#kujo jotaro#jjba jotaro#noriaki kakyoin#jjba kakyoin#jojo kakyoin#jjba part 3#jjba stardust crusaders#stardust crusaders#jojo no kimyō na bōken#jojo no kimyou na bouken#art#my art
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bloodletting
summary: a budding god needs a place to test their new powers, and childe was always a little too eager to lose a fight... a match made in heaven!
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-> warnings : minor AQ spoilers ? just like, general gi plot.. fairly graphic depiction of blood + other injuries (might be classed as body horror???). generally obsessive tendencies (childe <--> you). i cannot stress this enough, reader is 110% a sadist.
-> gn reader (you/yours)
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power was not something that came easy. it was fought over, stolen, defended with teeth and claw, tides of blood shed just so one could have power over another. social, physical, financial; no matter the leverage it provided, power was hard won. to give someone power was to admit defeat, a certain death that tartaglia had learned and taught more than his fair share of times. nobody undeserving of power ever held onto it for long; it was an acknowledgement that you were better, that you deserved it, that you’d won. power was a fickle resource that childe would kill to keep, only ever laying down his blade for a precious few.
the tsaritsa, of course. his fellow harbingers, skilled both on and off-field, who themselves could rival the archons. his family, for whom he’d happily give the world.
and naturally, who would be more worthy to hold power than you?
you, not just a god but the, the highest authority across all of teyvat. you bore a hundred names and a thousand monikers, your worship the one thing the world could agree on. granted, nobody could quite agree on how, but that was fine. childe did not need external powers to tell him what to do. he knew, in his deepest heart, that he had gotten it right.
he knew—and, on occasion, flaunted—that he was your favorite. of all the vessels you had chosen, you returned to him time and time again, wishing on his stars until his vision gleamed. his bow shone with power, even his weakest weapon more than enough to push his strength to new heights. part of him wondered what he could do if you’d granted him swords, or a claymore… but that was speculation for another time. didn’t it say something that you had still chosen him at his weakest?
the thought always made him smile. thick in the heat of puppeteered battle, before the sun to after dark, your presence was a constant in his life. at every altar, with every offering, when his hands stung from the rash of leather and his blade was covered in rust, your name a prayer behind blood-soaked teeth. he could not remember a time when his pocket was not weighted with a charm.
his devotion was no secret. he wore your bow with pride, entirely phasing out his other weapons. it didn’t matter that he was technically more controlled with them, for you had chosen this path for him. your word was his guide, a polar star through bitter nights.
he did not doubt when your presence ebbed or flowed. who was he to dictate when or where you spent your attention? no, his faith did not waver. it had no reason to. he waited patiently, going about his regular duties, lingering in snezhnaya for no other reason that he just felt like he had to.
who was he to question to buzzing in the back of his head? who was he to decline when he felt an instinct to leave, to go for a trip far past the city gates? who was he to think himself better than the guiding light that had never led him astray?
for you, he was whatever you needed. and so he went, armed with a thick coat and snowboots, hands shoved deep in the pockets to hide the slight shake. down the main road, an arbitrary turn into an alley and down an abandoned path, into a part of the city he’d never traveled. but a golden thread had tied itself around his heart, pulling without hesitation. he easily hopped over the fence gate, not bothering with hauling it open through the snow. the path beyond was covered in a thick layer of powder, his foot crunching through a foot of it before hitting solid ground. still, he continued.
snezhnayan winters were not warm. they bit and dug into every gap in your clothes, stealing away the precious warmth within. and yet, with his half-done coat and incomplete guard, he was not cold. or, rather, he couldn’t feel it. his hands were pink with frost, stiff at the knuckles, but he couldn’t feel the resistance. his body was not important, not now.
the snow began to thin. it fell from his knees to his shins to his ankles to his toes, until he was face to face with a thick wall of bramble, impossibly overgrown. he was beginning to overheat in his jacket. twin blades made quick work of the wall, and the sight behind it easily dispelled any breath left in his lungs.
the air that washed out of the bubble was thick and heavy, like a humid spring instead of snezhnayan woods. his breath came in short gasps, a shameful wheeze that he hoped was missed beneath the howling snow. he didn’t want you to see him as weak, as someone so easily tired by a short trip to a falling star; he didn’t want you to think of him as anything other than his best.
but you didn’t push him away. you helped him up—his head was buzzing with delusion, he could hardly see, when had he fallen to his knees?—and brushed the snow off his hair, not pushing him away when he leaned into your touch. he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could barely collect himself enough to recognize that he needed to get you inside, away from the wilds.
that was power. to so effortlessly take over every thought in his head, to hold his mind in your hands and pull it into your liking, that was the power he adored you for. gods were figureheads of power, a physical incarnation of their dominion. a god of the entire world would only naturally have power to manipulate that world to their liking. how blessed was he, that he could be the first you made yours.
he was with you when you first stepped into zapolyarny palace, looking around at the chandeliers and fine tile. he opened the door for you to her majesty’s throne room, sucking in a sharp breath as you brushed by. he was by your side when the tsaritsa swore you her fealty, delicately placing the gnoses in your hands.
and oh, how he’d fallen to the floor right then and there, dizzy from the wash of power that rolled off you in waves, an ocean that he willingly dove into. the floor was cool beneath his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin as sweat quickly began to bead. he didn’t bother pushing himself up on his hands, teeth sinking deep into his lip again to control his panting breath. copper bloomed over his tongue, filling his mouth and clogging what remained of his senses.
dimly, he was aware that he was being pathetic, that this would surely change your mind about him. he heard your voice, faint through the fog of his mind, your wisdom lost to his own inadequacy. and yet, despite his weakness, every part of him was tuned into you. he knew it was your hand whispering across his shoulders, he knew it was your influence that stole the breath from his lungs. he knew it was you, because it was always you. you were all he could think of, and now you were finally able to leverage your full power over his self.
he’d woken up in a hospital bed. saline dripped into his arm and the lights pierced his eyes, his head full of snow and iced over. and yet, the moment he was cleared for release, he found himself desperate to be back to your side, racing through the tiled halls of the palace and following the urgent burn in his chest. you would have been right to turn him away, to deem him too weak to stay by your side, but you didn’t. you smiled when he lost his breath and laughed when he wavered, brushing off his concern. you invited him with you—his lungs burned with the need for oxygen—as you twirled the gnoses between your fingers, as if they were toys or paperweights rather than objects of divine power.
divine to him. child’s play to you. a courtyard of snow was cleared in an instant, ripples of pyro melting permafrost while keeping the flora beneath intact, a lazy show of power that pulled little more than a slight hum from you in response.
he wasn’t so much a fool as to think he could teach you everything, or even something, about being divine. and yet he clung to your side like a sailor in a storm, watching as you grew familiar with the elements. he watched, stubborn and weak, as you stopped hesitating.
flowers bloomed as you walked by, crumbling to ash with the slightest look. electro jumped from your skin to his, a painful spark that drew his mind from his head, finally seeing your amused eyes instead of just mindlessly staring. you could—should—have just left him behind, but you didn’t. you instead asked for his help, taking his hand in yours and leading him to a quieter hallway of the palace. you didn’t comment on his thundering pulse despite the fact that you could certainly feel it, tracing a finger along the crease of his palm.
“i wonder…”
a claw of geo cut across his skin, a sharp sting that quickly welled with blood. he barely felt it, watching with detached awe as it filled up his hand, sliding over the edge and dripping to the floor. you didn’t show any emotion, just… watching. his heart beat in his hands, a pool collecting on the floor, and still, you just watched. your other hand moved over the surface, barely an inch away, the blood collecting in a bubble beneath it. with a hum, your fist tightened, pain lighting up his arm. a strained grunt slipped between his teeth, hand flinching closed, brushing against the ball of his blood you had pulled from his veins. his hand was stained red, shaking in your grasp, minutes stretched into hours.
all at once, it dropped, forced back into his body as forcefully as it was removed. with a snap, the skin stitched itself shut, and you were again dragging him along like a child did their favorite toy.
you did that a lot. pull him aside and experiment with whatever new reaction you had discovered that month, week, day, hour, watching his reactions with unabashed delight. and he let you. every time, without fail, he eagerly followed, knowing full well he’d end up rigid with lightning or with ice crystals studding his throat. it was worth it, though. you always fixed him up, squeezing his hand with a whispered ‘good job’ that never failed to make him dizzy.
it didn’t matter what you did to him. it never did. even when his mind was hazy with pain and he couldn’t quite stand on his own, he never regretted it. unconsciousness licked at the edges of his vision, burning black stains that lingered even after you stopped, but he never once hesitated.
if you asked him to jump, he’d ask how high. if you felt like holding him underwater, he’d cherish every bruise. to be kept as a toy was still to be kept.
#THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A REPLY TO AN ASK. UH. SORRY AVATAR ANON ...#genshin#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin x reader#gender neutral reader#sagau childe#yandere childe#childe x reader#x reader#yandere tartaglia#sagau tartaglia#< do people even use the 'tartaglia' tags? oh well#yandere sagau#blood tw#tw blood#< for good measure#ah yes my favorite genre. 'you're both unwell and need to be quarantined for the good of society'#hes so. rat coded im in love with him#sorry for fatui posting. it Will happen again#sorry for yan posting. it /Will/ happen again#like seriously the next few ideas ive got are all about unwell men#i dont know if id count this as obsessive but its certainly A form of lovesickness#but i feel when people read 'yandere' they think of something else than i do#and for That perception then 'obsessive' fits better#i will be flagging this with the yan warning on my masterlist#childe ajax tartaglia my favorite chew toy <333#hes so fun to beat up i wanna make him cry about it. i mean what who said that
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@lautski-week - sweet
i think we as a fandom give a lot of appreciation to a wiley-esque tinky pete and not nearly enough to nibbly's sweet lil stephanie yum yum idk man idk
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#she just wants to play with her favorite chew toy!!! he's got low blood sugar but he's so sweet!!! she's done LITERALLY nothing wrong!!!#I made the tooth stamp and im very priud of it :)#lautski week#my art :)#hatchetfield#starkid#npmd#the lords in black#nerdy prudes must die#nibblenephim#stephanie lauter#lautski#i may add alt text later but i am simply TOO SLEEPY
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SO LIKE. As much as I roll with the Emanator of Elation Sampo theory, I do have. Some doubts about this specific instance of it. Not that I think Boothill is lying, or that I think Sampo isn't an Emanator, but I wonder if the person Boothill actually met was Sampo.
Just! Sampo is so careful. The only reason we even knew he wasn't of Belobog was due to a dialogue-dependent fourth wall-breaking dream sequence that no other character could have seen. It took a missable dream bubble in an out-of-the-way spot that was seemingly left only for the trailblazer at the very end of a side mission just to confirm him as a Masked Fool. Like it's not just the fact that Boothill mentions this person being an Emanator. It's that he knows they're also a Masked Fool, which is also something Sampo is incredibly dodgy about. Sparkle even seems to call him out on this in her party join line fjkdjaskldj
((But also, Boothill, baby. WHY were you trying to get them drunk????))
And regardless of if you believe him when he calls himself an old timer, he obviously has a lot of experience in doing what he does. He knows what he's doing, he's good at it, and he is viciously capable and competent, unfortunately for his victims smhznskdn
So it just. Feels very unlike him, for him to let his guard down enough to not only let himself get drunk in front of Boothill-
a total stranger btw whom Sampo has absolutely no reason to trust, and a dangerous Galaxy Ranger to boot who has plenty of blood on his hands and a significant bounty on his head
-but to get SO drunk that he lets loose the secret that he's an Emanator.
When Boothill brings this up, he mentions that if Emanators were obvious and known at a glance, it would lead to atrocities. And for as much as Sampo is disliked by his victims (there's an entire anti-Sampo organization in Belobog JFDKLASJFDL), it's all for fraud. He's wanted by the IPC as an intergalactic thief. He scams people out of their money, and only rich people at that. That's mostly all that he's known for. Nothing he does is violent, even though Sampo surely has the capacity to inflict a lot of harm.
And I don't mean that he's exactly a pacifist or anything; Firefly comments that Sampo seems like a highly skilled covert fighter. His voicelines make it sound like he enjoys combat- hell, his ult line makes him sound like a hitman. I like to hc him as being a pretty high ranker in the fighting rings at the World's End Tavern, like we see in the Simulated Universe occurrences.
But I don't think he would enjoy being the cause of uncontrollable violence and bloodshed.
Like yeah he's a dick who scams people on the regs for funsies, but he has lines he refuses to cross, which we see a lot of in how he interacts with Sparkle. More than just not enjoying it, I think he would hate it if he were found out and it caused an incident, especially since he seems so endeared to Belobog and her people now and it looks like he plans to return there. He wouldn't want to bring any of that back to them.
So I just can't imagine him carelessly fucking up bad enough to out himself to a random stranger that could easily put a bullet right through his head.
Sparkle maybe could, though.
Because as we find out later the dreamscape had expanded FAR beyond what it seemed, far enough that the trailblazer had been dreaming since the warp jump in. Most people enter it unknowingly, and don't realize they're already dreaming when they think they're still awake. Boothill and Dan Heng should have already been dreaming during their exchange on the Express that started all this.
And as long as someone knows they're dreaming, completely changing their appearance is easy, even for the common layman. We see this with a couple of NPCs and also Sparkle herself, with her (in)famous impression of Sampo.
Thank youuuuu Sparkle
And yeah, the trailblazer and almost all of the other characters wouldn't know about the expansion until near the very end. None of them realized they were dreaming even outside of their dream pools, and surely none of them would think to be suspicious of another person's appearance outside of the dreamscape like that.
But Sparkle has a script from Silver Wolf.
She knew all the secrets of the dreamscape, and she knew them from the very beginning. There would have been nothing stopping her from appearing as Sampo in front of Boothill and spilling all his secrets.
And she apparently has a long-standing history with Sampo, including trying to get him in on her own much more fiery and aggressive version of Elation.
Maybe all Sampo needs is to be outed as an Emanator, and then when all the violence and bloodshed catches up to him, then he'll finally understand! ദ്ദി(。•̀ ,<)~✩
#honkai star rail#hsr#sampo koski#hsr sampo#sparkle#hsr sparkle#hsr hanabi#boothill#hsr boothill#tbh I doubt Hoyo put this much thought into it- Boothill did say he only found out by sheer luck after all#but it's such an entertaining conspiracy theory for me JKFJASKLJD#Sparkle sucks so bad I hope she commits atrocities <3#she should show up in Belobog. at least just to give Sampo a heart attack and finally rile him up out of his customer service act.#it would be funny#her relationship with him makes me chew concrete AUGH#HOYO GIVE ME MORE OF THEM PLEASE OTL#if it turns out Sampo really IS an Emanator of Elation and the Fools know it that makes all the disrespect he gets like x10 more hilarious.#you guys that is the MOUTHPIECE of your GOD that you WORSHIP and you are grilling him for his religious views (Giovanni)-#- and backstabbing him (Sparkle)#I hope Aha treats him in a similar manner#God's favorite little chew toy uwu#and also my favorite little chew toy#I am going to shake him until the squeaker breaks!!!
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he's my favorite i promise
#whitney the bully#degrees of lewdity#the unfortunate fate of being my favorite is that i need to fucking Eviscerate my faves#like theyre my fucked up little chew toy
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Gods above I did NOT remember the Dream Visitor ever wearing different clothes outside the armor... What am I to do now that I have seen Gortash like THIS I feel like I'm going fucking FERAL I tell you
(Plus Durgetash hugging because that's fucking cute and I'm quickly becoming obsessed with them)
#personal#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 durge#bg3 the dark urge#bg3 gortash#durgetash#I wanna take Dream Visitor Gortash in my mouth and go RGRHRHRHRHR like a dog with its favorite chew toy#does it make sense please someone tell me it makes sense
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it occurred to me that i haven't actually said what the Lights Out au is despite posting about it a whopping three times!
essentially: unknown to the puppets, the WH puppet show was canceled. to them (bar Frank & Wally), their last day was just like any other - until the lights abruptly went out. everyone assumed that the day simply got away from them, and bid each other goodnight.
Home is the only one who wakes up. Wally waits, and waits, but the next day doesn't come, and the neighborhood remains asleep. and lonely, desperate, & losing his mind, Wally learns just how dangerous the endless dark can be
#aka an au where i Put Wally Through It#he is my favorite chew toy rn so im Going To Sink My Teeth In And Crocodile Death Roll Him.#at least hes got barnaby....'s arm#scribble garnish#welcome home au#wh lights out au#and well technically the first doodles i posted count but the rest of the post doesnt really#bc thats when i hadnt thought about it! like at all!#and now ive thought about it! like a lot!#i made a doc and everything i spent several hours on it yesterday
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#one piece#trafalgar d water law#trafalgar law#my art#bro keeps losing.#the narratives favorite chew toy tbh#i was in a mood#for color and sadness#SONG: Prologue BY: Chase Petra
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Don't worry guys, I love him it's ok
#it be like that sometimes#gotta have some way to express my emotions#hee'ss fiinee#feel free to draw your favorite chew toy here#tmnt 2012#tmnt donnie#donnie 2012#tmnt donnie angst#sorta#tmnt#my silly lil art
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can we please talk about this look more please please please
#herbert west#reanimator#bride of reanimator#jeffrey combs#this look literally has me running up the walls and eating the ceiling#i feel like a dog with it's favorite chew toy like these photos are between my teeth and i'm shaking my head vigorously to tear them up#this outfit ??? altered my brain chemistry#they've got me going batshit crazy
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arthur: i hope nothing bad happens
me:
#malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur malevolent#im sorry it's just. “well let's see if we can find something to block this spooky crack otherwise we'll explore it”#“Let's hope it doesn't come to that”#arthur my brother my beloved my sweetheart#you're absolutely going in there#you're the gods' favorite chew toy
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Asa and Denji are the type of idiots to lie on the floor staring up at the ceiling as they realize they're in love with each other but can never act on it
#and i eat it up#im chewing on them in my brain your honor#they're my favorite mental chew toy right now#csm#chainsaw man#csm asa#csm denji#denji hayakawa#chainsaw man denji#asa mitaka#mitaka asa#asaden
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i just thought today is a good day to remind everyone that the heart pirates (specifically Bepo, Penguin and Shachi) are the most long lived family Law has ever had… he’s known them for 13 years… his bio family died when he was 10 (maybe even 9 depending on the exact timeline), he was with the Donquixote family for 3 years (only 6 months of which he spent traveling with Cora)… and now he might have lost them…
#angst is my favorite treat#but i do need them to be okay in the end#trafalgar law#my bffs the heart pirates#he lost his home and family for a third timeeee#oda’s favorite chew toy for real#one piece egghead#one piece#trafalgar d water law#op anime spoilers
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