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andr0nap-02 · 1 year ago
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Hey, so to have a second good thing to wake up to (yes, i am a freak that reads tags) have a question:
How do you think Misha and Arthur would meet? And how would Misha respond to literally puppeteering Arthur during WITW?
HOW ARE YOU SO FAST i havent even had my morning coffee when you sent this sjhdbfjshd
long answer ahead:
im guessing you mean them meeting face to face. how i imagine it happening starts with misha carrying arthur back to base after he passes out from severely overstraining himself during a fight. usually they would phase in and drag arthur to a safe spot and watch over him until he woke up.. but this is a dangerous area and that cough sounded particularly bad, so they decide to drop the act and get him to safety
up until that moment theyve been backseating his missions and talking to him the whole time.. due their chronic inability to shut up and keep a low profile. any questions about their identity are either ignored or answered with a shitty lie ("dont worry arthur im just your subconsciousness :)" "you dont sound like me" "dont worry about it :)")
after arthur wakes up, he goes to find out how tf he got here since he was running solo and no one was supposed to be in the area, people tell him he got brought back by a stranger thats currently talking to dr entrati. no one knows who they are or where they came from but seem to be important to the doctor
when the two finally meet he instantly recognizes the voice thats been talking to him in his head nonstop but cant straight up ask without sounding insane to everyone else. arthur settles on asking if they met before and misha says that maybe they have, who knows? ;)
misha sticks around in the flesh after that and they team up :) the voice in arthurs head has gone suspiciously silent for the most part but he can still feel some echo of foreign emotions bouncing around his skull
as for the puppeteering part: misha has mixed feelings about the whole warframe thing and already feels very iffy controlling umbra. they tried to keep their control over arthur to the absolute minimum before their official meeting and forgoes it completely when they work together (up until the inevitable reveal i guess)
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scribefindegil · 8 months ago
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the human capacity to adapt to anything is fucking me up again
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apocalypticdemon · 3 months ago
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hmm. spiraling. fun.
#i live in a very sad state of 'never allowing myself to hope for or get excited for anything-'#'-because i will only be disappointed.'#every goddamn time i get my hopes up i get kicked in the teeth. so i don't let myself do it.#this is the first time in. at least 3-4 years i actually *hoped* for something.#and it's triggering all of my everything as the dream of being able to label what's going on and ask for help crumbles to dust in my hands.#as it has every other goddamn time before.#i am not allowed to hope for things. nothing good ever comes of it.#plus now I'm having like. stolen valor bullshit.#for finding words and approaches and experiences relatable and useful.#'hey i actually feel like calling my long-term interests something other than 'obsessions' helpful'#like it now feels illegal to relate to the adhd/autistic experience bc this test deemed me ineligible.#even if relating to those experiences has been helpful. this whole experience has validated the goblin that lives in my brain#that tells me i AM an impostor and don't deserve to be in any of those spaces.#it's validated the voice that says that i'm a fraud and a liar and a con for finding ways to describe my life useful#because i don't have a piece of paper. because my psych decided that the mild anxiety i have is the explanation.#'no the fact that you barely function outside of school is just anxiety. you might have some sensory issues hut we can't help with that.'#'have you tried therapy?' as if i haven't been in therapy for almost 7 years. as if my therapist didnt REFER ME.#idk. i'm sad. i'm no closer to answers. i feel like i haven't been listened to.#i am in a lot of pain trying to function most of the time and it feels like i should just resign myself to it.#nobody will listen. this is the second time ive had something written off as anxiety. the fact that I'm in distress doesn't matter.#i'm just destined to be in pain without help. and then one day I'll die.#(I'm not like. suicidal. i just. feel like nobody will help and I'll just be Mystery Distressed as my social anxiety never improves.#despite therapy.)#idk. I'm sad and im angry and i feel like a liar and a fraud for even daring to think i knew how my brain worked.#every nd person I'm close to was surprised by this. i just feel empty and worthless.#sorry. venting. i'm sad. as the post said. spiraling.
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dustin-but-gayer · 4 months ago
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Very thankful my boss seems to be very supportive of my identity by nature and not as a requirement bc I'm not sure if I could handle being fired as a diversity hire, both emotionally bc the the sheer cliff-face struggle I went through to get my degree and also I'd have to move home and explain to my parents that their beloved president and his billionaire cocksleeve put me out of a job.
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minnieposting · 5 months ago
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oh my god julian and paul's relationship dynamic is making me feel so crazy its SO deliciously toxic SO horribly codependent its SO. OHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I NEVER THOUGHT ID Read abt a dynamic that couldve been pulled from my own brain this book is so crazy mecore IM SO GLAD I CAME ACROSS IT IN THE DARK ACADEMIA TAG HERE. bc ohmymhooodkekwksskskskwkwkekkrkrkrekwkskdkmdmsmamsmdmdmdmfmfmfmfmfmfkekdmdc
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acourtofquestions · 9 months ago
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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 24
"What is this place?" Manon asked Glennis as she found the crone polishing the handle of a gold-bound broom beside the fire. Two others lay on a cloak nearby. Menial work for the witch in charge of this camp.
"This is an ancient camp-one of the oldest we claim." Glennis's knobbed fingers flew over the broom handle. "Each of the seven Great Hearths has a fire here, as do many others." Indeed, there were far more than seven in the camp. "It was a gathering place for us after the war, and since then, it had become a place to usher in some of our younger witches to adulthood. It is a rite we've developed over the years—to send them into the deep wilds for a few weeks to hunt and survive with only their brooms and a knife. We remain here while they do so."
Manon asked quietly, "Do you know what our initiation rite is?"
Glennis's face tightened. "I do. We all do." Which hearth had the witch she'd killed at age sixteen belonged to?
"You're not a cold person."
He arched a brow. "Is that your professional opinion?"
Manon studied him. "You can descend to those levels when you are angry, when your friends are threatened. But you are not cold, not at heart. I've seen men who are, and you are not."
"Neither are you," he said a bit quietly.
The wrong thing to say.
Manon stiffened, her chin lifting. "I am one hundred seventeen years old," she said flatly. "I have spent the majority of that time killing. Don't convince yourself that the events of the past few months have erased that."
"Keep telling yourself that." He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her that baldly-relished that he now did, and kept his throat intact.
She snarled in his face. "You're a fool if you believe the fact that I am their queen wipes away the truth that I have killed scores of Crochans."
"That fact will always remain. It's how you make it count now that matters."
Make it count. Aelin had said as much back in those initial days after he'd been freed of the collar. He tried not to wonder whether the icy bite of Wyrdstone would soon clamp around his neck once more.
"I am not a softhearted Crochan. I will never be, even if I wear their crown of stars."
He'd heard the whispers about that crown amongst the Crochans this week-about whether it would be found at last. Rhiannon Crochan's crown of stars, stolen from her dying body by Baba Yellowlegs herself. Where it had gone after Aelin had killed the Matron, Dorian had not the faintest idea. If it had stayed with that strange carnival she'd traveled with, it could be anywhere. Could have been sold for quick coin.
Manon went on, "If that is what the Crochans expect me to become before they join in this war, then I will let them venture to Eyllwe tomorrow alone."
"Is it so bad, to care?" The gods knew he'd been struggling to do so himself.
"I don't know how to," she growled.
Ridiculous. An outright lie. Perhaps it was because of the high likelihood that he'd be collared again at Morath, perhaps it was because he was a king who'd left his kingdom in an enemy's grip, but Dorian found himself saying, "You do care. You know it, too. It's what makes you so damn scared of all this."
Her golden eyes raged, but she said nothing.
"Caring doesn't make you weak," he offered.
"Then why don't you heed your own advice?"
"I care." His temper rose to meet hers. And he decided to hell with it-decided to let go of that leash he'd put on himself. Let go of that restraint. "I care about more than I should. I even care about you."
Another wrong thing to say.
Manon stood—as high as the tent would allow. "Then you're a fool." She shoved on her boots and stomped into the frigid night.
I even care about you.
Manon scowled as she turned in her sleep, wedged between Asterin and Sorrel. Only hours remained until they were to move out—to head to Eyllwe and whatever force might be waiting to ally with the Crochans. And in need of help.
Caring doesn't make you weak.
The king was a fool. Little more than a boy.
What did he know of anything?
Still the words burrowed under her skin, her bones. Is it so bad, to care?
She didn't know. Didn't want to know.
#Chapter 24#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Manon Blackbeak#no spoilers please#first read#read with me#read along#more notes and annotations in the tags spoilers for the chapter & priors#anyone else getting Ramaelle vibes#we fly with you. — the significance of that line#Dorian and Vesta dynamics lol I love it#It'd be a boon for his friends. If they could survive it would be enough.#the heart mothers and fire and witch queen + just manon being manon at her best allowed proving even to her like Asterin said etc#It was now a matter of convincing his magic to become like that shifter's power.#Be what you wish Cyrene had told him. Nothing. He wished to be nothing.#Your wyvern seems like more of a dog than anything. It was not an insult Manon reminded herself. The Crochans kept dogs as pets.#Adored them as humans did. His name is Abraxos Manon said. He is ... different. He and the blue one are mates.#her mom mode and then her and Asterin realizing lol#“For love. These beasts despite their dark master are capable of love.#Nonsense yet some kernel in her realized it to be true.#Hurry northward the wind sang day and night. Hurry Blackbeak.#say It took you long enough to figure it out.#Gods above she was beautiful. He wondered when it would stop feeling like a betrayal to think so.#but Dorian kept peering inward a kind of therapy I guess and ignoring the whisper presence which is also good#None of this could end well. For either of them.#I am not a softhearted Crochan. I will never be even if I wear their crown of stars.#I like the ice best… Narene and Abraxos sitting in a tree… so much foreshadowing… change and liar… damaris is real or not real… many things#When they awoke something sharp in his chest had dulled-just a fraction#What he'd opened up revealed to her. A sort of freedom that letting go.
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kawaiichibiart · 9 months ago
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Okay, maybe it's just me, but I can't be the only who's read fanfics where the Akuma class learns Adrien knew Lila was a liar and the only way they say they'll "forgive" him is if he takes Marinette on a date, to be manipulative as fuck, right?
Like, oh you knew this important information that our older friend has said numerous times and didn't say anything?? Even after we made it so obvious we didn't believe the person we knew longer?? We didn't even give her the benefit of the doubt. Because we'd totally believe you, someone we've known for a few months, someone who's a boy (hello misogyny). You gave her advice that she didn't have to take? Advice you didn't force her to follow? Advice she decided to take anyways?? Advice she WILLINGLY took?? You should have said something earlier. Now if you want our trust back, you have to take this girl we know, but you don't know, likes you out on the most romantic (and expensive) date ever. And you have to treat her like royalty. We don't care if you've said your interested in another person/were going to ask someone else out/just got out of a relationship and don't want to get in another one. Take Marinette on a date.
To me that's just so fucking manipulative and uncaring for Adrien's feelings and just a way to make sure Marinette doesn't have to be the one to ask him out.
I'm sorry, but they are not his friends. Who fucking does that?? Who decides that in order to "forgive" someone (which honestly, no, they didn't have the right to. They had no right to "forgive" Adrien when they made it clear who'd they'd be more likely to believe at the time and how they didn't even show that they took what Marinette said to mind) they have to take someone else on a date?? You don't have a choice. You HAVE to take them on a date.
Again. They. Are. NOT. His. FRIENDS.
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thegradus2 · 2 years ago
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Who's your favorite character? :)
CALE HENITUSE.
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tojiscrack · 11 months ago
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if liar liar has 1m fans im one of them, if liar liar has 1k fans im one of them, if liar lair has 100 fans im in there if liar liar has 0 fans smn brutually murdered me
sorry i was cooking when i got the notif and couldn’t leave the stove on but i read it like an hour ago and moved around the kitchen with a smile on my face 😭🩷
no bc ik when i post an ask i’ve received or random updates about liar, liar, you’ll be one of the first to like, reblog, or comment and i’m here for it <33
but if someone brutally murdered you, i’d be the first person to be at the crime scene because nobody is harming you under my care 😤
your support means the world to me, thank you sm for just existing ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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ninis-dollhouse · 2 years ago
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i’m just saying the secret history would make such a good telenovela and be 1000000 times funnier in spanglish
“no es murder…… creo es una…. es…. una redistribution of matter. si. una redistribution of matter.”
“AY DIOS MIO CHARLES STOP ACTING COMO UNA PINCHE BEBÉ”
“people landed on the moon already” “*muttering* mentiroso” “que dijiste????” “DIJE MENTIROSO”
“el pinche puede hacer lo que quiera y no hacer pinche ningún bien y no enfrentar ninguna pinche consecuencias” “por favor basta” “YO HAGO LO QUE ME DE LA GANA”
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hvbris · 2 years ago
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?
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The Betrayer
You like to do things up close and personal. As personal as you can get. You are an excellent actor, and you do adore putting on a smile knowing your worst enemy, the one you hate the most, doesn't suspect a thing when they tell you their deepest secrets. Your only motivation is revenge, and revenge you shall get. Perhaps you loved them once, long ago, but any fondness for your target you once felt has long since warped and twisted into perverse obsession, laced with malice and venom and seething hatred. Good or evil does not matter to you. All that matters is they get what they deserve.
tagged stolen from @historiavn tagging @uselessdevice (rufus or leah), @multipleoccupancy (edgar), @imjustanauthor (mulder), @dcmur3, @countlessrealities (evil rick or evil morty), @ladiesandwitches (scully), @versin-surfin, @badassxbirdy
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aidenwaites · 2 years ago
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Jack Rabbit alternatively titled This One Weird Trick To Extend Your Sense of Self Confidence! Step One: Be kidnapped by a serial killer Step Two: fall into a mutually obsessive love <3
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light-wrath-paradise · 24 days ago
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I wish I could draw and write more and play the ukulele more and do all my "hobbies" more but I'm afraid of whatever is wrong with me and when I try to live it tends to show more. As long as I don't think and don't try to have fun it seems ignorable. Shit might still happen but I fail to notice and in that way it's the same as it not happening at all. If I try to be someone I start noticing things. If I start thinking, I start noticing things. Distressing things. Things that make me wonder if my brain is okay, if I don't have a tumour, if there isn't something seriously wrong with me. I'm scared of all of it. I'm scared of looking in the mirror and of speaking and I'm scared of thinking and I'm scared of creating because that requires one to think. I can't start thinking, I can't start feeling. Everything has to be just mildly funny. Apathetically funny. That's an easy emotion. That's an easy task. If I feel any way about anything I might start to notice things and how they don't line up at all. I might start to notice the cracks and fractures in my own mind and I can't stand it because I keep thinking "It's not real. I'm stupid and deranged and I'm nothing more than what my mother says I am and I'm just fabricating all of this. I'm making this up to have something to torture myself about." And somehow that's worse. The only thing worse than having a broken leg is being told that it isn't broken at all and that you're just convincing yourself it is because you want to feel sorry for yourself.
So i just ignore it all. I just avoid it all. Because I'm just doing this to myself anyway, right? I mean that's what they'll tell me anyway. That's what the results will say. I can almost feel it. They'll say "You're perfectly normal and you're just a hypochondriac. You're beyond help. You're a tough nut to crack. We don't know what to do with you." I'm so sick of being a tough nut to crack but I guess it's my fault. I'm supposed to be palatable. I'm supposed to be an easy case. I'm supposed to be good. But I'm sick of it anyway. Maybe it's true that some people are meant to die. I know I feel like I'm one of them.
#I haven't done an analysis in so long. i hate it so much. I want to. I want to so hard but I'm so scared.#I don't know what will happen if I try to think. I'm scared of it. I'm scared of what's inside of me. I'm scared of the me who's not me.#I'm scared of the fact that I never know when that version of me is going to rear its ugly head and I'm scared that I'm evil#for thinking like that because surely I'm just trying to shift the blame right?#I mean if I were responsible and good there wouldn't be a 'me who's not me' right? because it's just an attempt to shift responsibility#isn't it? because I'm avoidant and s chronic liar and because I'm selfish.#I'm scared of the very concept of the things that don't feel like me but they have to be because we're all in this body#and I'm scared that it's normal. I'm scared that that's just what people deal with every day and I'm just bad at handling it.#I'm scared that everyone's head looked like a simulation of The Lo//ng Qu//iet from Sla//y The Prin//cess#I'm scared that I'm the only one whose head does but they'll tell me to just get over it#I hate noticing it. I know my head is like that but if I just avoid thinking and feeling and if I avoid life and living and if I avoid#people and all of my hobbies and if I just survive but not live then I can pretend that my head doesn't look that way.#then I can ignore it for a while. then we can come back to the days when we just didn't care.#when everything was so chaotic and tiring and dangerous that the line between me and you seemed like the last of our issues#just something to argue about sometimes but in the end not something meaningful. after all there was no future to argue about#no ideals to uphold. no relationships to have. there was only survival and you don't argue with people who are trying#to guarantee your survival. it didn't matter. plus we lived the same way I do now. just surviving. and again I try and test that if#I just survive but nothing else it can be ignored. so I guess I understand how we ignored it back then.#and in the end it doesn't matter because I'm pretty sure it's a universal experience and I'm just stupid.#everyone experiences this and I'm just dumb.
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itsseriouslyridiculous · 2 months ago
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please give me a job , I promise I'd work hard and be useful and good
I've always worked myself to the point of exhaustion at every job I've ever had. I always try to improve things and prevent accidents.
I'm useful.
stop making me fill out psychoanalysis surveys that tell you that I'm not normal. that shouldn't matter. I'm good, I try so hard, I learn quickly.
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please please please
why does this have to be so hard?
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wabblebees · 2 years ago
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(tags via @hydrangea-blues !!)
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"Fakers" aren't the reason resources are so hard to access btw it's because the people in charge don't want them to be accessed in the first place
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lottielover420 · 6 months ago
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i’ll be fine it wasn’t even that deep
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