#not born evil

[batwingsrosa]

Coriolanus Snow-

Nature vs nurture?

First things first: I am not in any way suggesting, that Snow did not become a truly despicable person later on.

I am not here to defend the horrible crimes he committed in the years after tbosas.

But there is something annoying me to no end(,again) concerning tbosas:

People are out here saying Coriolanus Snow (,in the book,) was a horrible person from the beginning.

Calling him a psychopath and so on.

Saying he was born evil and we should all read the book to understand how twisted he was from the beginning.

As if Snow was born evil, as if teenage Snow already was beyond saving.

I do not agree with that sentiment.

Like, yeah teenage Snow was manipulative.

His inner thoughts often weren‘t kind but cruel.

But there were instances in which he genuinly felt guilt, remorse and other emotions.

He is capable of those.

He is a narcissist, and he does exploit people. But he is not evil.

Not yet at least.

You know what i see reading his(,young Snows,) thoughts?

I see a survivor.

I see someone who was severly traumatized during a war. Who was abused and neglected.

I see someone who had to adapt to an unforgiving society in oder to survive.

As a survivor myself i understand.

I don‘t see someone who was born evil. I see someone who was numbed by his trauma.

Not every survivor turns into someone kind- some of us are so damaged, that we just become cold.

But cold doesn‘t equal evil.

I don‘t think Coryo was born evil. A monster.

That is what the world made him.

And again: I am not defending the crimes he committed later on.

„Do monsters make war? Or does war make monsters?“- Laini Taylor.

Thank you for reading. Have a blessed day.)

[blythe-dollz]

baby I’m a sociopath

sweet serial killer

[vaperarmand]

[foursaints]

call me problematic but the death eaters will always be the more compelling characters to me specifically BECAUSE they exist in a narrative with such rigid black/white morality; because they are considered evil as fact; because they are punished as individuals for the way a system made them; because they are offered no avenues for redemption!

every glimpse of humanity & personhood from one of the cartoonishly-evil disposable background villains (bella’s petnames for her sister, peter’s friendship with james, barty’s skill as a teacher, the carrows’ love for each other, regulus’s note) automatically carries INFINITELY more weight than any dramatic gryffindorish act of heroism BECAUSE it comes shining out from a vacuum. lock me up!!! you should be feeling empathy for them!! do you see how humanity becomes more textured when applied to characters that we, as readers, are meant to disregard as monsters. should i call mary shelley

[ashuribbon]

Some fast doodles of the Born Evil AU, both being some angst (and one of them being a concept headshot)!

I imagine that when he was still young, nobody knew why Pure Vanilla Cookie always kept doing that eerie laugh, one that shows signs of sinister intentions... Even he, himself, didn't know why until much later...

Since he becomes Shadow Milk Cookie 2.0, I felt his name would be Wilted Vanilla Cookie!

[starry-bi-sky]

Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au

"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"

Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.

He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.

It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.

Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.

It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.

Because it really only meant one thing.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.

Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.

Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.

This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?

It would be a firestorm.

One that Vlad is not keen on starting.

It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.

It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.

His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.

"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.

Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.

He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.

The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.

He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.

"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.

Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.

But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.

Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.

"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."

Bastard.

For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.

But, well.

They all have their dark secrets.

And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.

"I see."

[pincushionx]

BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS

One thing I like the most about Bill is that he’s an unreliable narrator. He’s a liar

His dimension is flat but he can see 3d. In the show he claims that everything was flat. Flat minds, flat dreams and that he “liberated” his world. Which we know now was him destroying it. This paints him as a cold killer but yet in the book it is stated he misses home and can’t return but that he’s happy, but that he’s a lair. (Stated by axolotl, a being older and more powerful than him)in the book, it also states that everyone loved him in his dimension but that may also be a lie. He may have been ostracized and looked down on for his mutation, except we know his mother loved him. Him wanting to show what he saw to his race led to him burning down his dimension. It was an accident I believe, that there was no malicious intent , just him wanting to show others what he saw. He wanted to show them the stars. But he went too far. think he caused a some sort of rift that sort of just decimated his dimension or his powers going haywire and reduced it to atoms. It’s stated he was left covered in blood.

I’m pretty sure he’s blocking memories. I think the trauma of destroying his dimension left him cold and allowed him and his morals become skewed.He only became worse as he traveled realms and into the nightmare realm and became obsessed with chaos. He and his awful being and it’s good that he’s locked away in therapy prison.

I like that’s he’s a crazy irredeemable person with such tragic backstory. I’m curious about his history and what led him to be the way that he is. He’s trillions years old so who knows what else he been through. I doubt he’s always been this all powerful dream demon. I think he’s tries to paint himself as this being who was always evil but I don’t think he was like that. (He literally blacks out when he thinks about it too much, it’s easier to lie and say it was on purpose and that he’s just evil)

Yes he’s Bill Cipher, a dream demon no one should trust but once he was just Billy who liked his sandwiches with no crust.

[illiaccrest]

The Moon, The Star, The Sun

Or: the most important sadgirls and sadboys from Penacony who actually had no relation to Penacony

[bixels]

Cozy Glow is such an interesting litmus test for die-hard bronies. I was checking r/mlp to prep a post and there’s a discussion post about how she deserved what she got and. How do I tell bronies that children should not be tried as adults. How do I tell bronies that psychopaths and sociopaths deserve human rights and treatment and support. How do I tell bronies that cruel and unusual punishments are bad. How do I tell bronies that the death penalty is wrong. How do I tell bronies that a ruling body should not have absolute say over putting someone to death, least of all a 6-year-old child.

These are all my recent google searches.

[trashinyourpockets]

Goober.

Seemed to like my junior posts, so i made more sketches

[fish-in-the-aquarium]

The Horror of Empathy, Part 1

After getting access to Rhys's subsystems Jack begins to hear echoes of his feelings. The first true touch for a man who actually believed he was Wanderer above the Sea of Fog.

Part 1 || Part 2

[emotinalsupportturtle]

He’s at it again (David Tennant switching on the ‘evil’ in a second)

[ashuribbon]

No matter what you do, the ending stays the same.

[starry-bi-sky]

Stillborn danyal al ghul au incorrect quotes - dpxdc au

Vlad and Danny, fighting for the nth time this month: Danyal, exhausted: hey if i call you dad will you like. Stop. I have a test tomorrow. Vlad, has a parental bone in EVERY part of his body: *immediately stopping* Vlad: What do you mEAN YOU HAVE A TEST. WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAD WITH THAT-- Danny: BECAUSE YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL DR. FENTON AGAIN, VLADIMIR.

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Danny, flopping into bed facefirst: i need sleep or rehab. again Tucker (maybe?? I haven't decided yet who he's friends with): i thought you were clean Danny, into a pillow: not if this keeps up.

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Tucker: favorite superhero go Sam: Wonder Woman Danny: the Flash Tucker: Okay Sam's is obvious but, Danny I would've thought you'd say like, Martian Manhunter or Superman or Starfire. But Flash?? Danny: i had a foster in Central City for a few years and met him, he's a really nice guy. He made me promise to invite him to my high school graduation and is part of the reason I made it to rehab and ended up getting rehomed and picked up by the Fentons. Danny: I have a hoodie with his logo on it in my closet, i saved up to buy it and its the first thing I got with the allowance the Fentons got me

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Danny wearing three layers and a scarf in the middle of summer: *shivering* Sam: how are you cold you're literally made of lava Danny, hissing: lava cools at contact with the air and I'm trying to keep my body temperature at a reasonable level, SAM. Tucker, touching Danny: you feel warm to me Danny: to YOU

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Danny:...i could eat lava Tucker: Sam: Danny: Tucker: do it. no balls Danny, getting up: bET--

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Danny: Dash: The Both Of Them: *under the bleachers to smoke/vape* Danny, smokes: I wont tell if you won't tell Dash, vapes: ....deal

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Danny, breaking into Vlad's lab: YOU FUCKER QUIT-- what the hell is that Vlad, working on his newest invention: Language. ....And it's something I'm working on, go away Danny: what? no, fuck you. You're trying to kill Jack again and this looks interesting. I was gonna come beat you but now I'm curious what the hell this is (Vlad spends a good hour explaining what he's doing before they start arguing and Danny starts a fight)

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Danny laying on the ground staring the ceiling, feeling like shit: Jazz, popping by his room: ,,,what'cha doing, Danny? Danny: Danny, internally: 'Jazz says i should be more open' Danny: considering the benefits of relapsing Jazz, immediately stepping into the room: oh okay so lets talk.

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Danny, meeting Robin as Phantom for the first time unaware of his identity and his own birthright: Robin: Phantom: Phantom: fuck you Robin, a 12 year old: fUCK YOU

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Vlad: Jack Fenton iced me out of my early adulthood and got you, his foster son, killed by his own invention. He is a danger to society and I personally want him dead. Danny: okay, cool motive still murder. Danny, louder: I DONT NEED YOU TO TAKE REVENGE ON MY BEHALF

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Vlad, grabbing Danny's shoulders: aren't you tired of being nice Danny: Vlad: don't you want to go apeshit Danny, in the american foster system since infancy, was in rehab at 11 years old, has been fucked over metaphorically, emotionally, physically, ten times over: Danny: i feel like we need to have a talk

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DP/Regular DPDC Vlad: *gripping by the shoulders* DPDC Vlad: how Stillborn Vlad: what DP/DC Vlad: how are you getting him to like you. Stillborn Vlad:,,, well first off i don't torture him so jot that down Stillborn Vlad: second of all, like is a strong word. Stillborn Vlad: Daniel only likes me on tuesdays and when i show him how to make fireballs

[mmmairon]

RE4 Leon my dearly beloved…

[mikibagels]

I've wanted to draw OVA PB Dio for months. That ask I got earlier today reminded me at the right time, so I can finally cross this off my list :) thank you asker!