#or even telling me its my fault for having the trauma in the first place

[phantomknight25]

How Do You Do It?

Beth- Hey Y/n can I ask you something?

Y/n- That depends, is this about the hamster infestation?

Beth- No, what hamster infestation? Also how did a hamster infestation happen?

Y/n- Not important, also it was mostly Ricks fault. What did you want to ask me?

Beth- Ok um, well I just wanted to know. How do you handle my dad?

Y/n- Well first I don't handle him, second I don't think anyone can handle him.

Beth- No I mean,the way he acts around you its so intense. He never lets you wonder far from him. Just yesterday he kept following you into the bathroom because he didn't want you to be alone.

Y/n- Beth Im going to tell you something that not even Rick knows I know and I need you to take this to the grave.

Beth- Yeah of course my lips are sealed.

Y/n- This Rick isn't my original Rick.

Beth- Well yeah I know that we went through the whole he's not our Rick last month.

Y/n- No Beth he's not my Rick nor was the Rick from this dimension.

Beth- I don't understand.

Y/n- My original Rick and I grew up together and another Rick killed him before he completed the portal gun. That Rick took his place and when I showed up he kinda lost his shit.

Beth- Why would he lose his shit over you? Arent you to like platonic soulmates bordering on romantic.

Y/n- Yes to the second question and as for the first. Y/n's are rare, we don't pop up very often and the ones that do don't always survive.

Beth- Oh

Y/n- Thats why Rick well this Rick is sooooo.

Beth- Obsessed with you.

Y/n- Well I wouldn't use that word in particular but yes.

Beth- So did his Y/n die then?

Y/n- No, they weren't compatible.

Beth- So what they broke up or something?

Y/n- Kinda, Rick doesn't talk about it unless he's absolutely trashed, but from what I've gathered his original Y/n was not ok with his whole science thing.

Y/n- Also when he met your mom that was the final straw that Y/n couldn't take apparently.

Beth- But your ok with his whole science thing and you encourage it. Also you've had no problems with my dad sleeping around before.

Y/n- I guess we're compatible. Look the reason I can handle Rick is cuz I grew up with him, we both went through very similar trauma and we both have far to many screws loose.

Y/n- The few of the me's that exist are almost completely different people. We look similar, sound similar, and have the same allergies, but thats were are similarities end.

Y/n- We're not always compatible with a Rick the fact that Im compatible with three of them is rare, but Im also a freak so its also not surprising.

Beth- Wow, that was alot more then I was expecting.

Y/n- Yup.

Beth- So whats this about a hamster infestation in my home?

Y/n- Oh wow is that the time I better get going. See ya later Beth.

Beth- Y/n Why are there hamsters in my home? Y/N!

Y/n- ASK RICK! HE BROUGHT THEM HERE!

[ombiblombi]

P.AI.nter is SUCH an interesting character to me... he's probably become one of my all time favorites, as I haven't fixated on a character this hard since since...TMC. It physically hurts to think about it in the best way possible-

That being said, I have SO MANY THOUGHTS to say about 'em... so I'm going to dump them here.

First and formost, it's so interesting that P.AI.nter has such a wide array of emotions when it comes to attacking and interacting with the Expendables. At first it's strange, like "WTF?? You're trying to kill me and you just yelled how I was boring, wdym you're sorry??" But... knowing his lore and backstory, it makes so much sense.

P.AI.nters creator was gunned down on accident by Urbanshade, which upon the discovery of P.AI.nter, then decided to trap him in a harddrive and make it mine whats essenically crypto at the Hadal Site- For years, it's stuck mining for the company unwillingly, unable to draw the lanscapes it loved. For fucks sake, P.AI.nter tried to FRY HIS CIRCUTS just to get out. He's desprate, miserable and lonely, and just wants to escape- Any way possible.

And so when Sebastian comes reeks his havoc on the site and finds it, P.AI.nter is incredibly trusting of him to get them both out. Maybe alittle too trusting, but whats he got left to loose? They've both been used by the company and want nothing more to leave, leave and never return. So when Sebastian connects it to the servers- to the Navi-Path & Turrets and tells him to stop the Expendables, P.AI.nter does.

However.

This is self preservation down here. P.AI.nter of course, is rightfully angry at times. I mean- The same company that killed it's creator before his very (nonexistant) eyes, trapped it down here, and even sucked the joy he has from creating art away is now actively getting in the way of the freedom he yearns for. But at the same time... this isn't something done that it entirely wants to be doing. Like I said. This is self preservation. And his actions, and even your deaths weigh heavy. Theres a voiceline, and its delievered so well- Of P.AI.nter pleading for the player to wake up and apologizing profusely if it kills you.

That line sparked this whole theory in the first place.

Your death, reminds it of his creator.

Isn't it ironic how it's now manning the very same weapon that killed the one who brought him sentience in the first place? That he's now the one at fault? Thats gotta be on the back of his mind each and every time it leads an expendable to their demise.

This isn't personal.

He doesn't know who you are.

But it still hurts.

It really annoys me when people in the community call P.AI.nter two faced, or god forbid, do the shitty thing of saying in a derogatory manner that he's bipolar or such as a "joke". Thats just disrespectful to both the character and folks who do have it. It's just plain rude. People do something similar for Sebastian, saying that oh, they're ruining his character by making him mean and snarky and whatnot. I know this happens in every fandom out there, and that this rant is fruitless, but... people need to understand that characters like P.AI.nter and Sebastian have reasons behind their actions and have existing trauma that if you take a moment to look at, you can go "Wowie! Thats a complex character! Everything makes so much sense now, like a puzzle peice I can see traces of in their character in almost every aspect!" Rather than doing awful things like I brought up at the start. But... I digress. I know this rant wont change much so. I hope y'all enjoyed my mini character analysis

Anyway this video has all of P.AI.nters voicelines if 'ya wanna go have a listen after this :] also I got plenty more thoughts about P.AI.nter and Sebastian if anyone wants to know!

[quillcraftconquer]

Watchdog (Simon X Reader)

(K9 Series, from reader perspective)

TW: mentions of animal death, Abuse, emotional Distress/Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Violence,Sexism.

Another dog trotted past the window—a spaniel, I think—its tail wagging like a banner as it practically dragged its owner along.

Panzer had never been one for leashes. The one time I tried, he gnawed through it in minutes. Despite his wild streak, he never strayed far. He slept curled between my legs, his head resting on my thigh, always close, always mine.

Or at least, he used to.

My lips thinned as I leaned my head against the cool glass of the hotel lobby window. Simon had still been asleep when I woke. I’d taken his keys, packed up my things, and loaded the car before making my way downstairs.

The lobby had been bustling earlier, but now, with breakfast service over, it had emptied out. I considered grabbing something to eat—until I caught sight of the ground breakfast meat. My stomach twisted.

The first meal they gave me after I was captured was meat. I had already taken a few bites before I noticed the familiar tan fur clinging to it.

I haven’t touched it since. I can’t. 

I checked my watch again. Our flight was in a few hours, and Simon was still nowhere in sight. I couldn’t blame him. If I could sleep that soundly, I would have.

I wanted to ask him how he did it.

Price had let me read his file. I knew what he’d been through—how Roba had used him, broken him. I knew about his home life, his father, how his mother and brother were killed.

And yet, somehow, he slept.

I never could. Restless nights drove me to rooms with locking doors—Price’s office, the bathrooms, even a supply closet. Something about having the power to keep them out made sleep come easier.

The memory of Simon’s face when the door clicked shut flickered through my mind. I wanted to open it again, to tell him it wasn’t his fault. I wanted to say, Surely, you understand.

But maybe he didn’t.

Maybe he was stronger than me. Maybe he didn’t need a locked door.

Sleep had been just another thing Panzer helped me with. His presence was a comfort—always watching, always guarding.

Before I could dwell on it, Simon rounded the corner. His phone was clenched in his hand, duffel bag in the other, his jaw tight, anger flickering in his eyes.

He wasn’t wearing his mask.

I didn’t know why he wore it in the first place, and I knew my confusion showed. Johnny had noticed once, chuckling as he toyed with a tangle of wiring.

“Nothing special underneath there. You get used to it,” he’d said.

Lately, that seemed to be everyone’s answer. The base psychologist. Johnny. Even Gaz, after I flinched at his touch.

You’ll get used to it. It’ll get better. It takes time.

But what if I didn’t?

What if no amount of time could fix the year and a half I’d lost? What if I never got used to it? What if, ten years from now, I still missed Panzer just as much?

Would that be okay?

I wanted someone to tell me it would. That it was okay if it never got better. That I didn’t have to move on, or heal, or let go.

That I could just be, and that would be enough.

Simon scooped up the keys from the table, letting out a relieved sigh as he sank into the booth.

“Thought you left,” he mumbled, head tilting back against the seat.

His words caught me off guard, though they shouldn’t have. Maybe it was the way he said it.

I wanted to tell him I wouldn’t have left. I wanted to ask Why would I? Where would I even go? But the thoughts tangled in my head, stuck somewhere between my mind and my mouth. Every time I opened it, nothing came out. It was like my body had made the decision for me—Don’t say it. Just let it go.

I hated that. I hated that silence had become second nature. That it always felt easier to swallow things down than to let them out.

Simon shifted beside me, head rolling to the side until his gaze met mine. He didn’t say anything. Neither did I.

There were things I wanted to ask—questions that had been sitting on my tongue for weeks, maybe longer. About him. About the mask. About how he could just close his eyes and sleep while my mind never let me.

But I couldn’t form the words.

So I did the only thing I could.

I lifted a finger to my cheek, tapping it lightly. A quiet gesture, but it was enough.

Simon’s brows pulled together in confusion. His gaze flicked between my face and my hand like he wasn’t sure what I was getting at.

I hesitated, then reached out, gently tapping his cheek. The contact was brief, barely there, but his eyes sharpened with recognition.

“In the bag,” he said after a moment. “Can’t wear it through the terminal.”

That was it. No further explanation.

I missed Johnny’s ramblings, the way he could fill a room with words without needing anyone else to speak. I missed Gaz’s patience. I missed the space Price gave me—no questions, no pressure, just the offer of room to breathe.

I leaned my head back against the window as I watched the world move beyond it. People passed in a blur—couples dragging suitcases, parents corralling restless children, business travelers walking with purpose. Lives moving forward, unburdened.

I envied them.

Minutes passed, maybe more, before Simon finally spoke.

“We need to go.”

I didn’t move right away, lingering in the moment, as if staying just a little longer might change something. But it didn’t.

With a quiet exhale, I pushed myself upright and followed him out.

The car ride to the airport was as silent as the first time. The plane ride even more so. No conversation, no questions, just the steady hum of the engine and the occasional shift of Simon in his seat. I stared out the window, watching the world stretch out below, shrinking into something distant.

By the time we landed and made our way back to base, Price was waiting for us.

He stood near the entrance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his stance stiff with displeasure.

Not at me.

At Simon.

Price didn’t say a word as he turned on his heel and led us inside. The walk to his office felt longer than it was, the echo of our boots against the floor filling the silence..

Simon stepped inside, and Price gestured towards the chair next to the door.

“Sit,” he ordered.

I did. Price shut the door behind him with more force than necessary, but it did nothing to block the sound.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He asked. “Putting your hands on a superior officer?”

Simon's answer was calm. “He had it coming.”

Price exhaled sharply, “You don’t get to decide that.”

“They call her K9, Price. You know why?”

There was a long pause.

Simon’s voice dropped lower, more bitter now. “They don’t call her K9 because of the goddamn dog, Price. They call her K9 because they think she’s a bitch. That’s how they see her. That’s how they treat her. I didn’t know what it meant. I thought it was some dumbass joke, some stupid fucking reference, but now I know.” His voice rose angrily.  “I know what they really mean. And I’m not just gonna let them walk all over her.”

There was a long pause.

Price finally spoke, his voice hard again. “She didn’t need you to fight for her, Simon.”

“I’m not fighting for her,” Simon shot back, “I’m just not standing by and letting them treat her like shit.

“If you think you know best,” Price said, his tone almost resigned, “then fine. You want to take responsibility for her? Congratulations. You’ll be the one to bring her along on the next mission. You’ll train with her, run missions with her—everything. She’s your responsibility now, Simon.”

Finally, the door to the office creaked open. Simon’s frustration was palpable as he stalked out, his brow furrowed in irritation. Without a word, I grabbed my bag and followed him into the barracks.

Johnny was in the middle of tossing a small ball in the air when he spotted us. His grin was wide, eyes lighting up.

“Welcome back, K9.”

Simon whirled around, voice sharp. “Don’t call her that.”

Johnny blinked, his smile faltering in confusion. “Why?”

“Because I said so. Pick a different damn callsign if you want to call her something.”

Johnny didn’t miss a beat. “Hushpuppy.”

Simon’s eyes narrowed, and he growled low, “No.”

I couldn’t help it—my lips twitched into a small smile as Johnny winked at me, his focus returning to the ball as he sent it spinning in the air.

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@skeletonsucker, @trulovekay, @enfppuff, @cqerrz

[girlberrie]

                   no, she doesn’t know what she’s missing  ,  pjo dr  .

                  May, 2006.

                 Anäis

  Watching Percy Jackson is the most boring thing ever.

Yes, it is quite rude of me to just talk about him like this, but come on. You’re a demigod! You must have something going on… right? Yeah. Not with this kiddo. Its not his fault, of course, because he doesn’t know my mission here, and I would rather he didn’t know. Chiron was already hesitant to let me come to Yancy with Grover, it wouldn’t do so well to fuck it up immediately because I caught Percy Jackson's attention. But… I didn’t think watching Percy Jackson on a mission genuinely just meant watching him… I thought there would be more action involved. I usually have a more hands on approach to these kinds of things… literally. And Chiron made it seem like a big deal!

Which is funny now, because this scrawny ass kid really doesn’t seem like much at all right now. He’s got a pretty pathetic life going for him… which is not his fault! But it is dreadfully boring. I was climbing lava walls and punching Clarisse’s death spear out from her hands and having one-sided conversations with pegasi only a couple months ago. Now I am back in mathematics class. So I know Percy Jackson is definitely not having the time of his life. No. He needs a bit of a nudge to have some more excitement in his life. Or maybe a shove………

Hey, I’m not the bad guy for wanting the guy to have some more fun, alright? He looks like he needs a good run… running away from monsters. You never know! Mortal danger might cause his life to flourish!

Anyway. I’ve been watching Percy Jackson since winter break ended. I’ve been lurking. Because that is all that I’m allowed to do. Its definitely creepy. I hope he hasn’t noticed. I’ve been told my staring usually feels like I am dissecting all of your childhood trauma without even saying a hello. Wouldn’t want the brand new addition to camp to feel like I’ve figured him all out… yet.

Because I have (I think?). In fact, let me tell you.

Here is all that is going on in Percy Jackson’s miserable, ignorant little life:

Number 1: He is best friends with Grover. Its very sweet, the way they’ve become attached. Its not surprising, the goat dude is ridiculously easy to befriend. It may be the (and I say with the utmost kindness and respect) cute patheticness he displays, with the endearing clumsiness and the flushing-to-his-ears when he hears the smallest compliment. Both Grover and Percy Jackson are so similar if you drew a Venn diagram of their personalities there would only be the intersection part. A dam(n) circle. Though I think Percy Jackson may be a bit confused with all of the quizzing Grover has done about greek monsters, but he’ll know soon enough that its for the sake of his survival.

Number 2: He has the most mindfuckingly annoying bully. (EHEM. Nancy Bobofit). I suspected she was a monster disguised as a snotty ginger thirteen year old before I realized that’s just how she is. I am genuinely relieved that I don’t have to deal with her. She might be the worst thing I’ve come across, and I’ve come across angry gods, angry monsters, and Mr. D crying because he misses getting drunk (Note: this means Nancy Bobofit may actually come from the depths of Tartarus. And that’s a really bad thing). I don’t understand how Nancy Bobofit and Percy Jackson got into this much beef in the first place, which is the only bad part of not watching Percy Jackson since the start of the school year. Maybe they’ve been transferring schools every year and keep tumbling onto each other, which has ended up in a rather hostile relationship between the two. Maybe its generational family feud. Maybe she really is a monster and the mist is being an asshole about it to me specifically. Who the fuck knows?

Number 3: He can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. I thought it was really sad that he kept getting into trouble all the time. I pitied him, to be frank with you. And then I started taking Latin with Percy Jackson and I realized. No. No, this boy has a death wish. He can’t help it. Its like whenever there is a chance of getting into trouble, he is put in a cartoonish fist fight in his brain against his very logical self that wants to stay the fuck silent and the illogical Percy Jackson wins by completely demolishing logical Percy Jackson each time. At least its incredibly entertaining to watch from the sidelines. I can’t imagine being the person that actually gives a damn about this kid. It would take decades off of my life, just seeing him get that flinty look in his eye before opening his big mouth to get himself into big trouble.

And that’s it. Its pretty sad that all he has going for him is one (1) friend, one (1) bully, and a knack of talking himself into trouble rather than out of it. I’m annoyed by it. I want to know more about him but there is literally nothing else to know, it seems.

Oh, and he is very good at opening water bottles. Grover told me he dislikes plastic ones. Its admirable of him to be environmentally conscious, I guess.

Grover must be having a field day with him.

I certainly am not.

This last week I intensified my lurking by 47% because I yearn to know more… I know I said I believe he has a miserable, pathetic, and ignorant life but there is something more to him. I really don’t want to say it this way, but his eyes shine. And they’re blue as fuck, so they shine shine. And Grover said he smells like the sea breeze, which simultaneously rings very loud alarms in my head and intrigues me a shit ton.

Grover also told me to take the staring down a notch, because I am “scaring him”. Ha

                    Percy

  Anäis Anestis keeps staring at me and its pissing me off now. Like can she not? She stares and she doesn’t talk to me. Does she think I don’t know who she is? Oooohhh, because I do. Its difficult to not know a person named fucking Anäis Anestis. What is this, a high fantasy book?

Well, I don’t actually know her. More like know of her. People keep talking about her, but she doesn’t seem to notice (how nice). Or she does but pays them no mind, which is honestly impressive, because they talk a lot. She just has this presence that sets me on edge. The first time she walked into the Latin classroom I actually got chills, and I wasn’t even looking at her. (Not that I would’ve gotten chills if I had looked at her… I don’t mean it that way. She’s not all that. Maybe she could be when she grows up, but its not like I’ll stay at this school long enough to witness that).

And the presence thing (which I will dub the evil aura from now on) only gets worse when she stares. Its overwhelming, and not in a nice way. Its like I can feel her stare crawling on my skin. I first thought she was a mind reader that was unfacing all of my locked up childhood trauma. And then I realized that her eyes are a dark purple under sunlight and the first thought went flying away and I spent the entire week confused. Who has purple eyes? Who the fuck is this girl?

I would be flattered that the girl with purple eyes that is the talk of the entire school spends all of our shared classes staring at me like she is Superman with his x-ray vision (And isn’t that a disturbing thought) but I am spending most of my energy on being concerned for myself. What if she is a psychopathic murderer? Ugh. She should just kill me now if she is.

I just don’t get what is so interesting. Grover is being weirdly tight-lipped about it too, which has me extra concerned for myself because I think they know each other. I saw them talking in a dark corner after a hellish P.E. class once.

And I think Anäis Anestis saw me see them because she caught my eyes after Grover left in a rush and smiled evilly. The evil aura came crushing down on me hard after that, which actually confirms that she is some villainous mastermind to me. You heard it. Its decided now. And you wouldn’t call me deluded for thinking it if you had to experience the terror of yawning in class and accidentally locking eyes with Anäis Anestis and then feeling the damned. evil. aura.

So basically, Anäis Anestis is scary. And evil. And not in the way Ms. Devil-Spawn-Bobofit is. No, Nancy Bobofit is a bully, straight up. She’s annoying. She will get humbled in high school.

Anäis Anestis? She has gained the attention of all the pretentious dummies that go to Yancy within three months. She parades around alone with at least three girls trying to catch up to her during recess. She never sits alone at lunch. Someone always loudly offers to go watch some silly movie at the cinema over the weekend (Which she always declines. Probably to have more time staring daggers at the back of my head, I guess). But…. she seems incredibly bored all the time too. Like she is meant to do something greater than solve nightmarish algebra problems and learn how to say “Where is the library?” in Spanish. She seems incredibly bored by the people that can’t seem to leave her alone. Anäis Anestis isn’t a bully. She just has an evil aura. And evil purple eyes.

You tell me who is more scary. Nancy Bobofit the I-will-peak-in-middle-school bully? Or Anäis Anestis the charming antisocial girl that stares at me and has an evil aura that keeps me on my fucking toes?

Even worse, she is staring at me a whole lot more this past week. I wonder how much staring she will do when we go to the MET field trip with Mr. Brunner tomorrow. Maybe I could corner her and figure out what has her so interested in me. It will be the prime time for it too, because the annoying boot-licking kids that always seem to have her surrounded won’t be going on the field trip. OK. Plan is decided on. I will confront Ms. Evil Aura tomorrow. I may just pull it off if I am not too put off by her staring.

Maybe I should pray that she will get distracted by the magnificent buttocks of Mr. Apollo.

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I don’t know what this is. Baby!PercyxAnäis !!!!!!!! We were just shading each other all the time during the first summer together plsjgşoıksrflcjkahejxo<sgjşdskfk <3333333 I love us. Anyway hope you enjoyed reading because I enjoyed writing.

PS: PLSPLSPLS send asks about this dr I love it so damn much. ok that’s all!!

[traiaadd156]

Damian wayne al ghul rant

No, because the only right way/what I think is when Damian finally becomes an adult he either becomes these three things which I love or hate or both.

1# Doctor, because all and all he is more ahead than his peers not only in intellectually so but also by his experience its the most normal future for him and I am actually pushing for it to be so since(as a fan) I dont like him always suffering and be this sort of edgy thing that boys idolize because of how misunderstood his character is even in writing.

But I also would like to mention about him still saving lives without outwardly being a hero, he wants to save people but his now(healthy) mindset doesn't have to truly think he needs to sacrifice his own life for another person. Like alfred, because that trauma and how the comics portray his death as something impactful, Damian even has memories or flashback.

His death meant something, it meant something for Damian as a person.

And him forgiving Bane was just the tip of the meaning of what alfred was trying to tell him and jason(I think)

How he could not only rebirth but forgive, how he isnt always arrogant and to even put his own pride down to work with others.

And thats why I like damian being a doctor so much😔 because of not only alfred but how I think its the healthiest options for the next two Im going to talk about.

2# Him being the Demon head, yes I know it's very far from the first one but HEAR ME OUT! It's just that I enjoy the thought of him being something of a leader like Ra's but he doesn't commit to the madness it has with it because what I noticed about damian is that he wants control. Himself and others, how he could develop and actually use the organization he leads to do good.

Because what balances heroes in villains(In my point of view) is dirty work.

Corrupt officials, organized crime etc. As hard as it is to believe, I think Damian wouldn't want heroes to kill because of their own moral dilemma about a situation that is related to them(either a family member getting killed, or them being tempted to actually kill since THEY know that the person either wouldn't get punished or they truly think there is no other good enough punishment for them whether in law or jail)

Him killing those actual sick and twisted people TO help in not turning a hero into something of a criminal is rather righteous(or what I hope the writers are going to do🙏😭)

But the only down side to this want of mine is the ships trying to but in to who is better as a partner for him in this timeline. Bc I dont see flatline even staying that long, neither raven or even mari(graysons kid😬)

3# being Batman, yes he was literally waiting and trained to be just like him. Because he is the skilled in actually putting people in their place but I think he will never truly outdo cass or grayson in that pole because he resorts to violence and probably would kill. But he also understands the criminals, to why when and how they become the way they are and he knows that there is always hope for them. Because he was the example, he reflected, if he had a robin by his side who was just like him. That would be a good time to self reflect, his own faults he has to admit(just like bruce when he was a kid)

Its best to say that he will definitely be as reckless as before, but his main goal in gotham is probably control. How he needs to know everything, his obsession with protecting his own home just like his fathers because in the city where he is he sees people trying to get by and survive and he is the only person who is going to do that since he is far farr from corruption since he himself if rich(CANONICALLY)

But what I dont like about this is that the writers😞 because I read on a different issue when he turned to batman he was killing these people instead of rehabilitating them like his father did, and usually in this type of rant I would avoid the topics that might cause problems with how my audience sees and thinks about it but this is just a rant after all(so no outwardly seeking hating on the ppl that write bc im not a dc writer I repeat!)

I think I was a little bit too dramatic on this rant so apologies for that😬 but its just my personal opinion because even as a reader I do get a bit irritated with how the story does go but I still read it(bc the art is ALWAYS good)

[yingdu-lover]

We should really be more empathetic to Lu Guang from every perspective

Started my proper season 1 re-watch just now and suddenly I realised something.

Every time Lu Guang repeats his rules to Cheng Xiaoshi or he reminds him while the latter is diving, there is something in his voice (I felt it personally) that tells me he also repeats to himself (It is same as him repeating "I am okay" in Yingdu ep 1, but this is more cruel) It is not a question of hypocrisy, rather its Lu Guang implicitly trying to remind Cheng Xiaoshi that "Do not change the timeline, do not change the past, I can't let you suffer the same fate as me. I cannot, by any chance, let you face the consequences. Let it only be me who bears the sin. I can't afford YOU to suffer."

Before someone says that Cheng Xiaoshi suffers in every episode one way or another, let me tell you, it is still better than the situation Lu Guang is in. Remember, season 1 Cheng Xiaoshi is our Yingdu Cheng Xiaoshi. It's needless to say how much Cheng Xiaoshi cares for Lu Guang.

Cheng Xiaoshi getting suicidal/angry with Lu Guang because of the secrets Lu Guang kept from him is a popular theory. But...what if it's the other way around? What if Cheng Xiaoshi actually feels guilty because it was his past self for whom Lu Guang actually had to dive back ("Sorry, Lu Guang, save them"), leading to this painful fate. It is, in a sense, Cheng Xiaoshi's fault. Cheng Xiaoshi is capable of this reasoning.

And Lu Guang...every time he utters the rules (just put yourself in his shoes. How terrifying is that? Past or future let them be. Bro someone's whole existence can't be hypocrisy that's called existential crisis) he dies a little inside. As Lu Guang confesses in the beginning of Yingdu, he doesn't know how the timeline works. It's not his elaborate plan. He is taking actions carefully, one by one. One incident decides his next action. Lu Guang has been hurting since the first episode, I could feel it before, now we have canon to prove it.

Lu Guang's voice actor while asked about his favourite line stated that it's those three rules in Yingdu ep 5. "Past or future let them be" is a rule meant to be broken. In a time travel story, if they do not break the rules, I don't think the predetermined future can even be achieved. Lu Guang always lives with the ghost of the past or the anxiety of the future, but never in the present. It breaks my heart really.

Another thing I want to say. Um. Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't really inherit the very core emotions of his hosts (means he pretty much acts on his own). At least this is the impression till now. He goes berserk in those cases where he is the son/daughter/student figure. Where his own overwhelming abandonment issues (due to parental trauma) overpower his host's personal emotions.

1. Emma's case : The reason Cheng Xiaoshi can't let go of Emma's death is because Emma's happy ending would have given him a solace. The happy ending he could not have with his own parents, he wanted to make sure that someone else gets it. Emma fits that figure. Emma would not leave that of a heavy impression on him if Cheng Xiaoshi didn't talk to Emma's parents. (For example, Cheng Xiaoshi didn't care for a second in Vivian's case and fled the place asap with Lu Guang. His priority was to protect Lu Guang. Vivian offered him a choice and for Cheng Xiaoshi, Lu Guang's safety comes first. If Cheng Xiaoshi dived into Vivian and had her parental issues experienced first hand, the arc would have been totally different.

2. Earthquake episode : Well... again. The mother figure. Cheng Xiaoshi again dreams of his mother. He wanted to save the client's mother to get one part solace for himself (I completely understand him. It is human to do. I would have gone more insane). The way he was pleading to Lu Guang to let him save her, I don't think Cheng Xiaoshi was in a state of mind to listen. Cheng Xiaoshi is also traumatised. Not all action he takes is rational (especially if the host is the 'child' figure having parental trauma). Lu Guang knew that he couldn't reason with a man who was functioning on a trauma response. He was ready for the consequences and calmly explained to Cheng Xiaoshi during the Doudou episode.

3. Wang Qing : Welp. Yeah. It was probably 90% him and 10% Wang Qing at that point. While meeting Cheng Weimin.

The very photo which was enough to traumatize Li Tianxi and inherit Lu Guang's one of the most traumatic memories (Cheng Xiaoshi's death) and which got transferred to Qiao Ling was the photo T A K E N B Y C H E N G X I A O S H I W H I L E H E W A S D I V I N G I N T O L U G U A N G' S B O D Y H U H

bro tf.

Cheng Xiaoshi didn't inherit shit. He dived twice into Lu Guang. I don't think inheriting core memories/emotions is his department. OR

Cheng Xiaoshi is way smarter than we think and Link Click intentionally left us with a narrative gap. Many things can happen so..

[car-o-line]

sorry if I already made a request but I want to try to have a danganronpa ultra despair girls a platonic warriors of hope with a very maternal reader who’s also a child just maybe two years older or one year basically they are the closest to an actual loving mother and they have also been wronged by adults in some horrible way and takes care of the kids how they wished their parents did

We actually love a motherly y/n🎀, honestly I wished more people wrote for the hope hoe kids cuz like there’s literally so much potential☹️

Warriors Of Hope kids with a motherly reader who’s also like traumatized😋

TW: trauma, abuse mentioned, self harm, Monaca, and spoilers, its danganronpa what’s expected😭

Okkk so basicallyyyyy, ur only a year 1/2 older than them because I couldn’t choose :’(

I think the kids are like 12 ish, so y/n would be 14?? Let’s just go with that-

Also what happened to y/n won’t be said because my brain will not think and yeah😁

ily guys

Daimon Masaru:

Honestly, he kinda treats you like you’re his actual mother.

Like oh, Kotoko called him a perv? “Y/N KOTOKO KEEPS CALLING ME WEIRD NAMES!!!”

Nagisa keeps correcting his wrong narrative? “Y/N TELL NAGISA THAT I DON’T WANT HIS HELP!!!”

He feels like he could talk to you about anything, he doesn’t know why though. But he only knows that you’re a trustworthy person and it’s rare to get that for him.

He’s a bit(really) stupid so he’s kind of oblivious to your situation as a whole, the only things he’s knows is that adults weren’t all that kind to you, which makes him upset. Like, he just couldn’t understand why someone as kind as you be subjected to such torture by those, those disgusting demons.

He never bothered to ask what happened to you, it wasn’t that he didn’t care(well maybe tbh) but he just didn’t feel like it was his place to actually ask you directly.

If he ever hurts himself like how he did before his battle w/the robot, he’d always feel a bit guilty whenever you’d rush up towards him and almost start tearing up at the sight of his injuries. But at the same time, he likes it when you start to patch him up with bandages and comfort him. It makes him feel cared and loved for, and he appreciates that.

He’s probably called you mom at least twice, and none of the others let him down about that.

He forces you to play soccer with him🤩

Kemuri Jataro:

You’re the nicest one to him, so he’ll take that and RUN with it.

Though sometimes he compares you to own real mother, which upsets you slightly but you have to remind yourself that he’s basically saying that you’re good and she’s bad.

He sometimes even has the slightest urge to take his mask off around you, when it’s just the two of you. But then he remembers how “ugly” he is and doesn’t want you to witness such a thing.

He knows you’d never judge him, and he only knows that because you wouldn’t stop yappin about how god awful his mother was to him and that the things she did was not okay whatsoever, or how you’d reassure him by placing both of your hands on his mask and telling him that he didn’t have to remove it around anyone if he didn’t want to but that he needed to remember that he’s beautiful no matter what other people think.

(he didn’t listen but oh well)

You’re the first person he shows his..art, too. It takes a lot of effort not to seem appalled by his creations.

You scold him for doing stupid stuff.

And from saying degrading things but he won’t stop so what’s the point-

Utsugi Kotoko:

You’re her favorite adorable lil thing<3

Out of all the Warriors of Hope she’d probably be with you the most. It’s not her fault, you're just so adorbs!

A kind of obvious one but she’d make you play dress up with her, or just sitting down and eating UNPEELED chestnuts together.

She’s definitely more intelligent than Masaru and Jataro and is also more pushy than them so she’d definitely try to figure out the reason you despise adults. Though, to her dismay you just wouldn’t answer her. Telling her that your situation was not as bad as everyone else’s and to worry about the next part of the “kid paradise” plan.

She sometimes doesn’t realize that you’re technically older than her, like even though the age difference is basically nothing she sometimes just thinks you’re her exact age and when Monaca refers to you as a “potential demon” in the future, she gets all defensive about it but then relearns that you’ll be an adult before all of the Warriors of Hope.

She tries her best to impress you with her acting and singing skills, such as for any show she wants to put on she’ll make sure you approve of it first. Saying things like, “Could this be better!?” Or, “Noo! You’re just being nice! Be as cruelly honest as possible!”

Shingetsu Nagisa:

The most mature and most reasonable one out of all of the WOH, so he’ll probably be the one you’d go to if you ever need anything you could do.

It’s kind of hard to make a deep bond with him which makes you a bit upset. But knowing what the boys been through it makes a bit more sense.

He’s the most knowledgeable one out of the five children so you sheepishly go to him whenever you need help, you kind of thought you were a bother to him. Always asking him if he needed anything or scolding him when he never got enough sleep. But he secretly appreciated it quite a bit.

It was rare when someone came to him to check on his wellbeing, he brushed it aside at first because he only believed you did it to just seem kind. But after a while he came to realize that you truly cared for him and the others and even placed their needs before your own.

So in return he likes to do his own little check-ups on you. It’s nothing heartfelt or affectionate or anything, it’s just to make sure you’re physically and mentally healthy.

Like sometimes if he thinks you’re not sleeping enough he’ll just go up to you and just tell you to go to sleep. Even if it’s the middle of the day, anything you say back to him other than an “okay” or “yeah” would just be meant with a scolding. He takes sleeping schedules VERY seriously ngl.

Sometimes you both parent each other, even if you’re just a little older than he is.

Towa Monaca:

“Monaca believes Y/n will be saved and kept as a real mother when she turned into a demon.”

“…Monaca I’m a year older than you.”

Yeah just cause she likes you and all but it doesn’t make you safe from her when you turn 18🤩

She scares ts outta you.

Like you could be gently explaining something, not even scolding her and she’d just start whining and crying that you’re bullying her. Just to try and make you mad<3

It never works tho, you’re more confused than upset. You’re too much of an angel to get mad at her<3

She kind of treats you like a servant, but like a favorite servant. Hope that makes sense😭

She really likes to rant to you about how great “Big sis Junko” is, she literally will not stop talking unless you say you have to leave.

Also mentions how you’re going to be the next “Big sis” as well, so have fun with that!

I’M SORRY THIS IS REALLY LATE I LITERALLY DO NOT HAVE THE MOTIVATION SO ANYTHING RN😭 ahem, i know Monaca’s is short but I literally do not know what to write-

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Harbinger (Rio Vidal x Reader)

ATTENTION: IF YOU DON'T KINDA WANT A SPOILER FOR AAA, THIS AIN'T FOR YOU. Catch up before reading. Thanks!

Summary: Not quite suited for the human world, you find your place among the shadows.

Words: 2522

Warnings: SMUT, dark smut (you're banging death, what do you expect?), blood play/kink, knife play? (not really but maybe?), language, dark!reader, death, mentions of death, seriously - there's some death, spoiler but I already put a massive disclaimer so if you're spoiled at this point, I can't help.

A/N: I finished this while getting toasty and my vv toasty partner proofread this, if we missed something... eh, no we didn't lol

The first time you met her - death incarnate - was probably the best moment of your life, during the absolute worst day of your life.

Quite a strange combination, huh?

Sitting on the steps of your former home, burning heat licked at your back, but never touched you. Later, when the trauma had lessened and the shock faded into numbness, you would remember shadow meeting flame, keeping the fire at bay. But for now, all you knew was that everyone in that home - in that place of torture and hatred and evil - were dead… and it was all your fault.

There were sirens in the distance and you knew it would take another ten minutes before they reached you. Before they demanded answers you didn’t have.

Cold, emotionless eyes glanced up in time to see a figure - long legs, the stench of wet earth and iron clinging like a perfume, dark leathers - dropping down onto the steps beside you. Where there should be warmth, there was nothing but a distinct lack thereof and an urge to inch away, though you ignored the instinct.

“Those two sure had it coming, huh?” a woman asked, face concealed by a heavy black veil. “I don’t blame you for lashing out. A monster and an enabler? Rotten to the core, really. And to burn down an entire house in the process? Dramatic - but effective.”

Curious tan fingers reached out to the black wisps clinging to your back, smirking as they curled around her digits like a cat wrapping around its owner. As if they belonged to her.

“How long has this been a thing?” she cooed, tone borderline mocking as shadow and darkness burrowed closer to her.

“Too long,” you answered, rough and crackling as ash worked its way up your throat. It was obvious what she was asking about; you weren’t in any state to shoo them away. Your control of the shadows was tentative at the best of times. Right now, you were just lucky that they were staying somewhat nearby.

“Or not long enough,” she argued, rising with a flourish. For a split second, you could see her countenance beneath the hood and stared into dark eyes, even as skull and bone became visible. Her brow arched, either with amusement or surprise you couldn’t tell, before a cocky smirk twisted her lips.

Truly, it wasn’t surprising to meet Death, except you’d expected her to cart you away with those in the smoldering home.

“We shall meet again one day, sweetheart. Until then…” she bowed low, teasingly, before disappearing with a stiff breeze that seemed to steal your breath as it vanished into the night.

-X-

The second meeting was less painful but equally-

“If you wanted to see me again, darling, you didn’t need such theatrics,” Death purred from the shadows as you stormed away from the fraternity. The screams of panicking college kids met your ears, grating your nerves, but you’d managed to escape before anyone had noticed your existence.

Or your involvement.

“My apologies, Lady Death. Next time I murder someone on accident, I’ll keep the dramatics to a minimum,” you groused, head down as you hurried away from another death you’d caused unintentionally - again.

This time, it had happened in less of a rage and more of a… panicked stupor? You wanted to live. You feared those stupid, drunken idiots were a danger to that. And the shadows you, unfortunately, command honored your wishes.

It was quiet and for a moment, you assumed - maybe hoped? - that the courier of souls had grown tired of your attitude and gone to collect her prizes, but as you turned a corner onto an empty street, your assumptions were proven wrong.

Hissing as a blade met the juncture between your throat and shoulder, your back slammed into sharp brick. The point was unnaturally sharp, perfect for carving away souls from bodies. Dark eyes stared at the crimson staining your flesh, hood falling away to expose a stunning woman. Here, without a soul to claim, she looked almost… human.

Supernatural, but human.

The steel slipped deeper into your skin and you moaned, in pain - and in pleasure?

I can figure that out later.

Death yanked it out and you whined, eyes slipping closed as blood poured from the wound, though it shifted from pitiful to needy as a cool tongue ran along the length of the gash. The sting lessened, but Death’s mouth remained on your collarbone, tongue and teeth lavishing the newly healed area.

“You taste divine,” she groaned before pulling away, staring at you with a calculating expression. Her eyes were hooded, but thoughtful. The blade slid over your skin again, though it did not pierce. She simply traced over it with the tip. “I could use someone with your… proclivities.”

Swallowing dryly, you arched a brow.

“I am Death. All roads lead to me, but I do not claim lives that aren’t yet mine. I only hunt those who have escaped me for too long. Death is the great equalizer - and the ultimate balance. To take only those who are bad or good upsets the great balance and blah, blah, blah.” She rolled her eyes, annoyed by the rhetoric instilled into her. “And Earth’s Mightiest Heroes are fucking it all up. All their ‘good deeds’ are upsetting that. I need someone to off-set them. For every good-“

“You need an evil,” you mumbled, eyes tracing the sharp line of her jaw as she grinned devilishly at you.

“Exactly!” she leaned closer, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “What do you say, sweetheart? Want to be mine for all eternity?”

It would’ve been so easy to say no. To try and live an utterly boring life in this miserable town. To settle down and hide away from the world. Hell, maybe you could seek out the Avengers and learn and join. All you had to say was…

“Yes,” you breathed, accepting your fate. She was going to follow you until you gave in, so why fight the inevitability? All roads led back to her. “I accept your gift, Death.”

“Call me Rio, sweetheart. Death is so… formal.”

-X-

Existence after Rio was… strange. No longer confined by mortal restraints, your power only blossomed as you became her Harbinger. Shadows would search you out, whispering the secrets of their owners, clinging to you like children finding their parents after getting lost. Darkness and shadow bent to your will; doing your bidding.

And once the humanity fell away, keeping the balance became less daunting. For every act of good the Avengers - or those adjacent - did, you completed a task of your own.

For years, it kept you busy. A life for a life, light for dark. You began to understand the need for such consequences.

“If you take away only those who are evil, good diminishes in those that are left. If no one can see evil, how will they ever know what is truly good, darling?”

But as things fell into place, your relationship with Death - Rio - shifted. Each deed, every act of devotion, was met with teasing praise and a fraction of affection (and more often than not, a new scar on your flesh that seemed to land near the others). And those moments - those flashes of endearment - would linger for days until you found yourself panting wantonly.

Yet no good deed ever goes unpunished.

It happened on a Tuesday. You were lounging in your temporary abode, scouring the television for something to keep your attention, when Rio came bounding through the door with a newspaper in hand.

“Aren’t those a bit outdated?” you chuckled, swallowing a heavy sip of your whiskey.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?” she bit back teasingly before landing on the couch beside you. You lifted your tumbler in acknowledgment before downing the rest of the amber liquid. “Anyways, that’s not why I’m here. The Avengers are no more.”

Pausing through your scrolling, you glanced over at her curiously.

“Seems the world doesn’t appreciate their great services,” she sneered, sarcasm dripping like venom. “But I’m certain that won’t stop the wanna-be do-gooders.”

Humming thoughtfully, you replied, “Well, I suppose that makes keeping the balance easier.”

“Maybe I’ll have less souls I’m owed to chase down,” she grumbled, tossing the paper onto your makeshift coffee table. “Just breaks my heart.”

You snorted, attention returning to the television. “Do you even have a heart?”

Your fingers barely brushed the remote before a steady, albeit light, weight fell upon your thighs and you came face to face with dark, devouring eyes as deliberate hands found the back of your neck, gripping the nape. Instinctively, yours fell to her waist, dragging her close as you tried to ignore the way her breath hitched.

“Of course I do,” she whispered, cool breath fanning across warm cheeks. “It’s black and it beats for you.”

You nearly suffocated beneath the flames licking their way up your belly. For a brief moment, you thought she was simply teasing but the intense, pointed - deep - stare left you breathless and questioning.

“Rio…” you exhaled, watching her eyes flutter closed as traveling hands slipped to your scarred collarbone. The sting was immediate as sharp, dangerous nails dug into the forever healing flesh but you made no move to lean away, embracing the ache.

“Are you mine?” she whispered, nose skimming yours.

“I think I always have been,” you breathed, relishing the low moan that escaped her parted lips.

Her fingers seemed to rip through scar tissue as her mouth crashed into yours possessively. Teeth and tongue and lips all blended into a singular feeling that left you floating. Swallowing her moan, your fingers dug into her hips with a grip that would pain mortals, though it only spurned her onward as she began a steady grind against your thigh.

“Fuck.” Her whine was music to your ears and you leaned forward, sinking your teeth into her neck. The flesh dipped beneath the force, yet never broke, which was both a blessing and a curse. Who wouldn’t want to leave their mark on such a stunning creature.

There really was something poetic about knowing you were going to fuck the purest embodiment of death.

Lifting her into your arms, you promptly settled her onto the large couch, hovering over her writhing, prone form. For a split second you regretted not having bought a bed but as incessant digits tangled in your hair and forced you down, you decided it didn’t matter.

Despite the lack of human warmth, kissing Rio was something you never wanted to be without. She tasted of the earth, which should’ve been off-putting but you didn’t mind it. It was natural and so wholly her. No glamours, no tricks.

Just Rio.

Your hand worked the button of her jeans, deftly unhooking it before your hand was under restrictive clothing, sliding over velvet skin. Wet flesh dragged along your fingers and Rio’s grip tightened in your hair.

“Don’t you dare fucking tease,” she growled, eyes darkening unnaturally before they rolled back slightly, lids slamming shut as three fingers found a home inside her. Your pace was brutal, barely giving her a chance to gasp in a breath before your thumb circled her clit.

There was a perk to being an immortal goddess. The lack of pain. You’d never have to worry about hurting the woman beneath you. Truthfully, you hardly felt pain anymore yourself, outside of the blade she wielded deftly. As if she were the only person to hold such power over you.

You moaned as her free hand clawed down your back, nails slicing the fabric of your shirt like a hot knife and leaving behind trails of crimson. Teeth snagged your bottom lip, biting until blood and shadow dribbled into her mouth before her tongue soothed the tear.

“Fuck,” she whined, “If you s-stop, I’ll k-kill you.”

Smirking, you tilted her head and buried your teeth into her neck once more, using the momentum of your hips to drive yourself deeper into her.

Heat twisted and arced inside you, burning away everything except the urge to worship this divine creature before you. This moment deserved to be immortalized: Rio, the Eternal End, bucking into each thrust, chasing your fingers, and you, her devoted Harbinger, rushing her to a swift release.

Mouthing over the tanned expanse of flawless skin, you moaned unabashedly as her walls tightened around you, trapping you inside. She was everywhere; in your mind, on your fingers, in your soul.

“Oh fuck, fuck, f-“ a silent scream stole the string of curses, nails sinking into your shoulder and holding on for dear life as you forced her through the first orgasm and immediately into her second. The arch of her back and the throaty moans made the claws in your muscles and your blood-slicked back worth it.

She slumped heavily onto the couch, breathless and glassy-eyed as she stared up at you. Leaning down, your lips found hers in a gentle, calming embrace as she crawled down from her high. The sting of her fingers leaving mangled flesh barely registered as you lost yourself in the goddess. Smirking, you slowly dragged your fingers into your mouth, cleaning away the wetness clinging to them, and the moan that reverberated in your chest was involuntary as her taste painted your tongue like fine wine.

“I needed that,” she laughed, a familiar, answering smirk upturning her lips. “But next round, the rest of these come off.” She tugged at the tattered remains of your shirt, watching hunks of cloth and thread tumble to the floor.

Next round.

Proof she wanted this to be more than a single instance in time. That filled you with relief, but something weighted and cold found its way into your stomach. Hesitating, you shifted to cup her cheek reverently. “My heart and soul are yours to do with as you please. I need you… to know.”

Whatever happened next, you needed her to know that she was wrapped irrevocably and inevitably around every piece of your very being.

The darkness faded from her eyes, growing almost soft as she peered into yours. She gripped your face in response, thumbs stroking below your eyes gently before a hand fell upon your heart.

“I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Rules be damned. You’re mine,” she vowed and it was sweeter than any proclamation of love she could’ve ever bestowed upon you. “Those scars say so.”

Her fingers skated over the puckered flesh along your collar and you chuckled, realization washing over you. Those had never simply been sadistic foreplay.

“I’ll kill anyone who believes they can keep me from you. I wear your brand, after all,” you promised in return, relishing in her delighted, almost maniacal laughter.

Nipping at your jawline, she purred as fingers danced across the drying red of your collarbone, “Well, maybe I should add a few more. Just so there’s no confusion.”

“Maybe you should.”

[echo-and-dust]

now that my brain has somewhat unscrambled itself i have gotten most of my thoughts in order about season 3.

and the first thing i will say is: i loved it.

while it was gutwrenching and polarizing in some ways and i feel that i am entitled to financial compensation for what its done to my mental health, i loved this season for pretty much almost everything it did.

i cannot fault people for having issues with much of the characterization and plot choices made—that’s been the trend during the entire run of the show after all, and imo it’s a testament to the phenomenal way it generates nuance—but i wanted to share my feelings on the recurring opinions i’ve seen about some of these things.

first, i do not blame simon at all for the things he said in the final scene. he’s a child who has been receiving endless verbal and physical harassment on top of all the trauma he is still trying to heal from. he just watched his boyfriend lash out in anger and hurt—while not at him, but it must’ve been a close resemblance of how he might’ve seen micke act. at least, that's what i thought, though i've seen others say otherwise.

and yes, wille is not micke, but just because wille’s source of outbursts is different from micke’s doesn’t mean simon is wrong in drawing similarities. at least he's finally getting a true glimpse into what wille has had to deal with. i've honestly grown to like that they didn't have simon immediately comfort him though; wille's mental illness is not his fault, but it is his responsibility, and instead of pushing a message of unhealthy co-dependence, the show has simon be honest: "but i see that everything hurts you and that hurts me too." and to me, that's so important.

plus, it doesn't make their love any less genuine. wille is a victim of the circumstances; he is not evil, and he is not undeserving of simon. he just has a lot of growing and healing to do, a lot of unlearning and exposure therapy because he's still blinded by privilege even when he tries not to be.

speaking of, i have so many thoughts about wille that i feel like i need to save for its own separate post, but to sum them up: i'll still defend him with my life, and he needs to get the fuck away from that institution.

also, the fact that the responsibility of controlling simon's media decisions was placed solely on wille confused me at first like—why wouldn't they get a professional to give him proper media training?

then i realized, this could be the royal court's way of sabotaging their relationship. they knew that making wille the one to tell simon what he can and cannot say or post would create distance and animosity between them. despite the ramifications of simon's behavior on social media, it seems they still thought it best to have his boyfriend be the one to try to mold him into the system. because they knew that's how they could get rid of him. in conclusion, fuck the royal court (we been knew but still).

one of the standouts this season was their transparency regarding the show's politics. it not only works well with the show's arc (wilmon is public, everything's out in the open now and there's nothing to hide), but also it felt necessary at a time where censorship has been rapidly gaining momentum. it felt so refreshing for these characters to talk so openly about racial discrimination and queerphobia and class disparities, forcing both character and viewer to acknowledge that they exist and you should feel uncomfortable about it.

i don't think i can add much more to what was already said about it—most of the fandom is more eloquent and observant than i am anyway—i just wanted to reinforce how important this season is to myself and the story even with how controversial it is to fans right now. a lot of people may disagree with me and that's fine.

[askganon]

Sav'aaq Your Highness. This is the bloodied survivor here again, though I do not show my face it is not out of disrespect but because I have no return address, I am simply a regular of your blog. I appreciate the wound you gave me and even more so the salt, a scar made of respect and advice from the great king himself is a badge of honor in my eyes, though I admit your response had arrived a tad too late. By the time I had sent my first message I had already reflected and recognized the majority of my own failings echoing from my past abusers, parents included. But majority is not completely and I believe such a task is one that is never finished for anyone so long as the goddess of time still breathes. While one can be abandoned by many for no fault of their own, it tells a story if one is abandoned by all. Having realized this and making any attempt to improve is the only reason by those that did come back do so at all, even if they aren't ready or willing to cherish me yet. I believe, while a task that is never finished, I had grown past most of my sins that led to solitude after much struggle and training. Still, one eluded me expertly that for the life of me I could not find no matter how hard I searched that kept me at a distance from others. In the time after my message was sent but before your response, I did a lot more self reflecting and managed to find many of the demons hiding deep in the shadows behind my smile and begin the task of exterminating them. I recognize now while I was not pushing others away or running from them, I had locked myself unreachable to them and would make no attempt to approach them myself. For someone who has always championed themself an activist and vilify those who do nothing, I see now that I am the very picture of inaction. I started the training to defeat the hidden beast finally and accidentally landed a fatal blow right away by chance. Someone I considered a friend banished me without consulting the rest of our group and another who I considered my greatest companion, and whom I still do and have a stronger bond with then ever currently, who was acting as the mediator then fed the rest lies and slander due to issue regarding their own traumas leading them to believe I had thrown them away the same way I believed they had done to me. After properly communicating with them our bonds have never held more power. After reflecting on my own inaction and with its place at the center of this conflict I even reached out to past friends I haven't spoken too in many moons and have since reconnected. My connections have never been more plentiful or bountiful! I have also found work perfectly suited to me and my needs perfectly that pays respectfully to boot. Many things are still a trial, poverty's firm grip still chokes me, my abusers (though not my parents) are still close and at large and it will be many moons, possibly years, before I have accrued enough wealth to gain distance from either let alone any sort of comfort or respite. While it is a distance away greater than a dozen Death Mountains, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in my life after multiple decades and my resolve not just to survive, but to live is stronger then its ever been. I now know what hope feels like. In short Great Demon King Ganondorf: you were correct, as you often are, and though I only just now received your wisdom I have already followed it through. Though I did not need it I am honored to receive the wound and pain you have given me. I tremble to think how much I and my life will have improved by the time your response to this message arrives. I can only hope yours takes a similar turn as well and I get to hear the response at your coronation in Hyrule! Though I am still deathly tired of everything and know not how, when or if I'll get the chance to rest before I reach the light... Any other advice, encouragement or even wounds you have to give I will gladly bare.

While it is not always difficult to admit there is a problem, it can be quite the challenge to recognize the true source of the problem. You seem to have correctly identified your enemies and engaged them accordingly.

Listen and listen well to this testimony, my subjects. Here is one, a grey face at that, who has taken it upon themself to wage their own battles. They have done so with courage; understanding the need for change and finding the will to act, wisdom: taking the time necessary to learn how best to combat this threat, and power; amassing the correct weapons needed for their battles.

What is more impressive, is that you accomplished all of this before my advice was given. As such, I will take no credit for your victories, for I had no hand on them.

All your achievements were accomplished alone by your hands. Your will, knowledge, and strength were your tools, forged and used by yourself without my aid, making this victory yours by right.

Be proud in what you have done, and know that it was by your own two feet that you are able to stand.

From one warrior to another, there is respect.

[dangerousduckcloud]

Flowerbeds make up for a nice eternal rest

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Maybe you’d waited for too long, maybe the book you chose had bored you until you fell asleep. Whatever it was, you didn’t know you were in danger until the last second, a knife pressing against your throat and a croaky voice that wouldn’t normally belong to a kid reached your ears.

Chapter 7 < > Chapter 9

taglist: @kurai-hono-blog, @katrina0-0

Gotham wasn’t known for its beautiful weather; the blue, clear skies the granted wish given to a shooting star. Rather, her citizens were creatures of water and fumes, so accustomed to the rain soaking up their clothes and fog clogging their lungs.

It was only fitting the sporadic sunny days had ended that moment, the light drizzling had turned into a downpour, caging you in the gazebo, the vines coiled around the posts and the roof frame welcoming the rain.

Sitting down on one of the patio chairs, with your legs leaning against the railing, you watched the water fall, your breathing in sync with the droplets falling from the ceiling onto the tip of your shoe.

One hour had turned into two, the rain long gone but the clouds still as ominous as ever. You debated between heading back inside the manor, your thin shirt ill-suited for the cold that the rain had left, yet you stood rooted in your spot.

How could you go back? What had you given them besides troubles and pain? Being the bearer of the lies their whole lives were, this whole world was, a whole universe that held not a single drop of significance.

A hand spurred you out of your thoughts, hoping to see two gems looking back at you. You held a special place for her in your heart, but masking the disappointment in your face at seeing Cass with a first aid kit on her hands wasn’t easy.

“May I?” She gestured to your bandaged wrists. A nod was her only answer, but yet a small smile appeared on her face. She sat down on the bench, leaving the box on a wooden table. Cass chuckled at hearing the small hiss you let out the moment she pulled out the bottle of alcohol. You’d never been great at handling pain, even less to the degree they all had become accustomed.

Your reddened skin was exposed to the world. The cuts seemed to be healing great, and a part of you was hoping she’d decide they were good enough to not need cleaning. Nonetheless, your hopes didn’t last long, as the cotton and alcohol was the first thing she grabbed.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?” She asked with a slight frown, feeling she should be the one apologizing for what she’s about to do. A groan left you the moment she pressed the cotton to your right arm.

“’bout everything my world did to yours. Dick’s and Bruce’s parents, Tim’s negligence, your abuse… Jason’s death.”

Cass was silent for a second and you feared she agreed with you despite being the one to bring up the topic. There wasn’t a single emotion on her face, just calmly changing your bandages. There was rarely one if she didn’t want it to be seen.

“You wrote the stories?”

“No.”

“Is our world shaped by yours?”

You looked at the easing rain. “I don’t know.”

“Why are you apologizing, then?” You opened your mouth to explain once more why— but it came out empty. “Even if we only exist because of you, you did not choose to hurt us. You chose to love us. Despite our flaws and… Traumas, yes, our traumas.”

“But you suffered so much—”

“By people who have no relation to you. Yes, we have suffered, but… I like my life; I have a family who loves me. Despite my… Upbringing. I cannot imagine living without them.”

Being as stubborn as you were, you wanted to tell her that it was your fault somehow, but found you couldn’t fight against her logic. Because that’s what it was, a logical explanation. Silence befell the two of you while she finished changing your bandages. Next she checked your back littered with cuts, the cool feeling of the alcohol not as awful as you expected, soon feeling the shirt’s fabric fall down your skin once again.

𓆩𓆪

Despite the lingering fear of being killed had disappeared from your mind, you still chose to stick to the rooms familiar to you, the ones you could go back to your room rather than free-roaming the estate discovering new areas.

Just because they weren’t going to kill you that didn’t mean you couldn’t get lost and die of starvation.

You mainly stuck to the kitchen, the drawing room, and the library. The latter your option for the day, looking for a new book to chase away your boredom. Neither Tim nor Cass were up yet, from what you gathered at your serene breakfast with Alfred, they both had a grueling night on patrol with several criminals on the loose.

You knew they both knew what they were doing, sharp minds and swift bodies able to dodge and take in whatever they were thrown at. Naturally, it wasn’t easy to not worry. Every night they knocked on your door to say goodnight filled you with dread, sometimes not able to fall asleep until you heard their doors closing for good for the day.

After all, you know how quickly everything can go sour. After...

“Mayor Hill’s re-election campaign has brought up an uproar with Gotham citizens. His less than stellar leadership has been…”

The radio was a source of mixed feelings for you despite everything. Hearing the newscaster mention Gotham City so comfortably and even thoughtlessly as if they were talking about New York, Los Angeles, Seattle or any other real city in the world was a wonder and a dream-like experience. Because, at least here, it’s real.

Who would’ve thought? You shook your head with a grin at the thought.

Besides finding something to pass the time, you also had second intentions about being in here. To run into Jason.

Embarrassment crept up your neck as you let yourself fall onto the couch. You felt like a schoolgirl with a troubling infatuation with a teacher or an older student. Someone that didn’t even know your name yet you would fill your notebooks with hearts all around the pages and your initials.

Because how could you feel something for someone you didn’t know? Yes, you knew about how the fandom wanted him to be. But what if he was completely different? The total opposite? And why did it matter, if you were going back home?

You didn’t want to take the time to understand why every time you thought about going to your universe you’d feel a hollow pit in your stomach. And this time, you didn’t even had the chance to think of it even if you wanted to, for you only had a millisecond to see a hand coming up behind you to press a knife against your throat, a raspy voice following it.

“You have ten seconds to tell me what you are doing in my home before I end you.”

“I’m from another universe.” You blurted out, chiding yourself for saying the least favorable response to your case.

“Tt.”

You recognized that sound. This was it. You survived an encounter with the Scarecrow only to die at the hands of a twelve-year-old. Your chest was heaving, trying to think of something to say to get him off of you, because despite his age and stature, you knew he could so easily twist your hand if you tried to push the knife away.

“Damian!” Luckily, you didn’t have to. The hand faltered and the tip of the blade grazed your skin, the slight burning making you groan. “Leave her alone.”

“I have never seen her, Richard.” His voice had turned distant, most likely turning his head to face Dick. “She could be a danger.”

“You were in San Francisco, Dami.” Dick calmly explained, footsteps getting closer. He took the sharp knife away from Damian as if it was a daily and normal recurrence, not a single show of worry on his body. “She got here a couple weeks ago.”

Without a blade to threaten you, Damian walked around the couch, standing next to you. The scowl on his face seemed more of a fixed expression than ire directed at you.

“Nice to meet you, Damian.” Your hand thoughtlessly moved upwards your neck, a drop of blood staining your finger. He heeded no attention to you, his eyes barely flit to you before returning towards Dick, who’d had made the coffee table his resting place, bracing his elbows on his knees.

“I see. May I inquire what is she still doing here? Why has father allowed her to stay? And what is this about ‘another universe’?”

“Ah, shit… I knew I forgot something…” Dick mumbled while rubbing his neck. His eyes were glued to the floor. He bit his lips once before looking up to Damian, who’d had finished rounding the couch, standing in front of him.

The kid was rigid and his face devoid of any emotion, the only movement of his body was the subtle way he was rubbing his thumb and pointer finger.

“What is it, Grayson?”

In one breath, Dick spoke. “Dad’s missing, Damian.” His breath hitched slightly and the rubbing stopped, yet his face had yet to show any emotion. He was so still you could’ve mistaken him for a statue. “We believe he was sent to Jane’s world.”

“And what have you been doing to rescue him?”

“We’re working on it. Tim already—”

“Tt.” Damian interrupted him, crossing his arms. The way he tilted his head make him seem as if he was looking at Dick with superiority. “You have that fool working on it? Hardly a surprise you have not made any advancements.”

“Actually…” Your voice drew the attention of both. “He’d already created a portal to my world, only… Well, I touched it and it closed. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s me.”

Damian huffed, looking at you as if you’d told him up was down and down was up, but the frown turned into a raised eyebrow after a second, his back towards you once again as he spoke with Dick.

“Does she…”

“Yeah, she knows… Our identities, I mean.” Dick’s voice was filled with fatigue. The older brother forced to watch over his siblings with the weight of the world on his shoulders. You felt guilty seeing him like this because if you hadn’t mess up with the portal, Bruce would be back home already, taking a very deserved long nap.

“Hmm.” Damian’s hum took you out of your self-reproach. The kid had faced you fully, his back straight and hands behind it. “In that case, you better watch who you walk to. If you do anything to harm our family, and that includes revealing our identities, I will end you.”

And you knew he could. He almost did, as a matter of fact. “Yeah, I know. You’ll kill me and make me suffer, yadayada.” Yet his threat did nothing more than bring a small smile to your face, a fond look on your face. “Why don’t you go out and play with Goliath or something?”

His stony façade crumbled. “How do you—?” He stuttered, pupils wildly searching your face for more threats. You laid back, arms resting on the back of the couch and a haughty but harmless smirk on your face. Oh, you so enjoyed looking like a badass, enigmatic villain right now.

Even if your opponent was a kid.

“I know some stuff, child.”

“Who’s Goliath?” Dick asked.

“No one.” Damian hastily replied. And so, he left, not before sending you a heated glare that was met with your fingers splayed open in a childish wave as he walked away.

The moment he was out of earshot, you burst out laughing, and you soon realized how long it’d been since you had an honest smile on your face. Dick looked at you confused for a second, but rather than keep asking he shook his head with a faint smirk on his face.

“I’m sorry.” Dick said. “He’s…”

“Damian?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “He’s a great kid, though. Don’t worry about his threats. He knows better now.”

Well, that wasn’t alarming at all.

𓆩𓆪

It didn’t take being the world’s greatest detective to know Damian was watching you closely.

Granted, you didn’t noticed it the first few days, but ever since he came home you had this unexplained feeling of uneasiness. You thought you were finally going crazy, or that there were ghosts in this house; shadows that didn’t belong or moved in a weird way, silhouettes hiding in the mirrors that were gone the second you snapped your head towards them.

But it all made sense once you accidentally caught him hidden on top of the bookshelves through a mirror’s reflection. And of course, the son of Batman caught you staring just a second after you noticed him.

“Who have you talked to?” He asked, jumping down from the bookshelf and landing neatly without making a sound.

“Hm?” You inquired, for today so far the only one you’d seen was Alfred the Cat, picking him up to place kisses all over his face until he got bothered and left, leaving behind a scratch on your hand. “No one. It’s not even breakfast time, Damian.” You laid on the window nook with a new book in hand.

“How did you know about Goliath?”

“Oh, that.” You opened the first page of the book, the word ‘Index’ being the only thing your mind would absorb, everything else went in one ear and out the other, as you weren’t specially interested in reading. “I told you. I’m from another universe. I thought Dick explained it to you?”

“He did.” His gaze flit to the book’s title for a second before going back to your face. “But it still does not explain how you know something not even father knows.”

“I just come from a world where… Well…” You bit your lip, you had no idea how Damian would take this information and what his reaction would be. It was one thing to tell the rest of the family they didn’t exist, but it seemed specially cruel to say it to a child as young as him. “We have stories about you and your families. Comic books about it all.” There, it’s not a lie, but you’re also not outright telling him he doesn’t exist. “There’s this one of you sparing him when he was a pup. Everyone knows how much you care about animals.”

“I do not—”

“Save it, kid. I know it, you know it, and it’s nothing you should feel compelled to lie about. It’s a truly noble cause to care so much for beings that sometimes can’t defend themselves against the cruelty that is humanity.”

A subtle pinkish hue tinted his cheeks and neck, and the sign of a smile was there for a faint second. “Yes. People can be cruel sometimes.” The smile disappeared with his unfocused gaze, lost in his own memories. He took a deep breath, looking at the ceiling for a second. “Your world… We do not exist in it?”

You should’ve known he wouldn’t be so easily fooled.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “That’s something I’m trying to figure out, but I’m not as smart as your siblings. But I do think you exist, just… Not as a vigilante.”

“It is safe to assume you read quite a lot about is.” He spoke calmly, more a statement than a question. “I have noticed particularly how… Interested you are in someone. I know the books you have been choosing,” He gestured with his hand the book that was now forgotten on your raised legs. “are those Todd enjoys the most. However, you do now display signs of enjoying them. You tend to stay on the same page for longer than you should. Is this the result of an affliction? Dyslexia, perhaps? I am sure Richard would be glad to help and find a professional to aid you.”

“What? I am— No.” You sputtered, not liking where this was going. Were you that easy to read? Did they already know? Did Jason already know? “No, I’m not dyslexic.”

“Hm.” He began pacing from left to right, a hand on his chin as if to feign thinking. “I have noticed you choose to spend your time here when Cain or Drake do not drag you someplace else.”

“Why are you telling me this, Damian?”

“If you are infatuated with Todd, I will let you know he left the manor the day after I arrived. If you are hoping to run into him here, you are wasting your time.”

Well, that explained why you hadn’t seen him at any meal.

“Why are you telling me this?” You asked again.

“I will not tell if you do not say anything else about my past life to my family.”

“Are you— Are you blackmailing me?” You scoffed at seeing the smirk on the kid’s face. “You little shit… Fine, I won’t tell anything.”

“I shall be monitoring you closely, regardless.”

[mossterunderthebed]

Jujutsu Kaisen Observation # 18358503893742653

okay so. hm. how to say without being immediately pelted to death by hammers?

i was a little... surprised? at the scene where gojo was sealed. and like the whole plan and exposition and everything leading up to it, cause like. stsg are made out to be such an unquestionable Thing that i had almost expected more from the source material- and there was Plenty to work with if you're going the shipping rout dont get me wrong- but... i just. maybe it just feels like a dissatisfying sort of portrayal almost?

because it feels in some ways like such an acknowledgement that people just. dont Get life-changing relationships outside of romance anymore.

i think they were soulmates. i think they were friends. i think they changed each other's lives and were unfathomably, unspeakably precious to each other. i think when they broke they shattered and cracked and the splinters of that ache are still lodged in the soft spaces between their bones. i think it still affects them, because that's the kind of thing you dont just get over.

i dont think it was sexual. i dont think they had a romantic relationship. like, i just... it was really strange, because while this big Proof of Romance thing was sort of playing out on screen the only thing i could think was that this was how i felt when i lost one of my friends because i just Didnt know how to be there for them when they needed support.

in the end we, who thought we would be friends for the rest of our lives, ended up never really seeing each other again because we just. didnt have what each other needed anymore. and i still hope they're happy, and want them to be well. and i still regret how things went down.

but i couldn't have done any different because what i did was all i knew HOW to do. i WAS offering support it just wasn't the kind of support they knew how to do anything with.

and i just think that for gojo, that's what suguru is, though likely amplified and worsened due to their respective family situations and upbringings. he's 'i wish' and 'what if' and 'im sorry' and 'i wanted to be there' and 'did i ever know you at all' and 'why did things happen that way, why didnt i know better- HOW could i have known better- i wish i couldve helped you, i wish i couldve saved you, i miss you, i love you, im sorry im sorry im sorry'

i dunno. everyone has different interpretations and viewpoints. i just think they're so 'friends so close theyre practically siblings' coded. they dont need to have been dating to have been the focus of each others lives and to know each other inside and out.

*sighs* whatever. maybe im just blabbing into a void. it just was surprising that after all that hype the vibe i got from them the most truly was just a pair of high school friends that got messed up somewhere along the way and couldnt stick together because their edges rammed right into each other's sore spots.

nobody's fault- tho u could def argue it was suguru's fault if ur looking at it from the mass murderer and genocidal maniac angle tho jjk does magnify things a lot to a gruesome degree bc thats kind of the whole Point, AND to tell the truth i dont focus on a lot bc i mainly think of suguru as the version he was in his high school years because to me thats the one thats most fun to play around with- its just what happened.

and that's not even touching on what all getou did and HOW the whole thing broke apart in the first place or the trauma from whence the cracks started to form and etc etc etc. sometimes stuff happens and people DO split apart and theres nothing you can do but mourn.

im sure for gojo the mourning was a heavy burden, yeah.

but also, if my best friend that i killed myself had suddenly appeared to come back from the dead, i too would blue screen for a whole fudgin minute i mean come on. be serious. like you wouldnt stand there with your mouth hanging open out of sheer stupefaction and disbelief and confusion. fr.

ppl arent supposed to do that.

[strawberryscentedscent]

OH. I WAS EXPECTING THE THIRD SEASON TO HAVE 22 MINS LIKE ALWAYS.

welp..the more, the merrier! lets get into this while my tears are still fresh.

spoilers for s3 ep1

you havent hugged your mom in so long. go ahead luz cry it all out.

i forgot about those secrets...honestly, theyre gonna be mad but it wasnt intentional. theyll understand that at least. none of what happened was luz or hunter's fault.

okay! lets like...let the wounds heal first? you guys need desperate rest time OH MY GOD ITS AN IMOVIE WITH THE NAME LUMITY PRODUCTIONS LUMITY ACTUALLY MENTIONED

awww the actual plot didnt have time for more lumity moments so they gave us these!!! how cute

luz pre-trauma.... :(

is this just a lumity reel or are we working on a portal back?

THIS "HI, IM BI" SLIDE IS MAKING ME DIE LMAAOAOAOAOOOOOOOOOO

ohhhh this was a "tell my mom i have a girlfriend" slideshow! well camila's super supportive like a queen so

not gus making illusions to wave bi flags, yes you go lil bro

also can we talk about the new hair luz has its beautiful and curly and i love it

gus, willow, and amity having super cool outfits while hunter chooses..a chicken onesie? uhh...great my guy. but DANG everyone slays

love the pride pin on mama camila's shirt btw

yikes hunter trauma. get better dude.

awww willow and hunter moment! dont know the name of their ship yet but ill figure it out someday

damn willow did a good job

love how the basilisk knows more about human life safety tools than the president of the has

sad luz :(

i love how luz carrying amity and twirling her around is like a trademark lumity action its one of my favorite things

okay love the lumity moment!!! but like...are they all in their socks? in the rain? simultaneously? eurgh

dang it luz cant do glyphs anymore!! but worse, school? yuck

new amity hair!! its lighter, she looks even more like a cotton candy haired goddess (i need to rewatch that episode soon.)

"i was the top student once" former burnt out gifted kid amit

"FROM THE SCARY OWL APP" IS THAT A RIP OFF OF DUOLINGO?????? LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"i never expected to be a mother of 6" okay but youre doing like amazing and im so happy theres an adult to actually make sure these children dont die

wtf did your ravioli do to camila gus.

flapjack is such a smartie

willow and gus are an iconic duo fight me

im not sure why hunter is blushing but it might be because of willowwwwwww!

hell yeah bi pin

okay luz needs therapy

oh! tiktok audio! man luz's va is so good at her job

uhh..crusty old women? oooohhhkay, just gonna ignore that.

ooh! monster!

malewife hunter learning from a sewing machine, be careful dude

ah yes, the classic wolf obsession.

yeah..these are still kids with parents and families. i hope eda isnt too worried about luz.

CUTE BABY LUZ!!

ohhh..mama camila lore...

sweet luz and camila moment! you better give the palisman a kiss too

what the fuck is that

oh man hunter is so obsessed with uhh....space circuit or whatever

i was so wrong it was cosmic frontier how did i get space circuit

i love willow's photography hobby! it reminds me of a certain flower boy. (basil...ifykyk)

hunter is falling so hard for willow

uhh...please dont end up fighting a creepy belos 2.0

the children are kicked out for their silly shenanigans lmao

AMITY! you good girl? yikes that was embarrassing

not the giraffes, anything but the giraffes

WHAAAAAAAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRAFFE

love the non binary representation!

vee is in LOVE

THE LOVE BIRDS LUMITY!!! are they just...going in with shoes? uh okay. also dang hunter howd you survive that

not amity with the shaky lines

MILKSHAKE!! (and amity turning into a tomato after)

aww they finally got some together time..but i have a feeling all this fluff is leading to something extremely traumatizing. DANA WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH MY BABIES

lumity cheek kiss!

WHAAAT WAS THAT SHADOW MAN

um. theres coffee flying everywhere. maybe keep the hand in place mama camila

THERES A MOVIE FOR AZURA? WOAH

"i could be the hecate to your azura" oooohhh ship parallels!

luz looks so tired and sad and when i think of her pre-trauma in s1 i feel tired and sad

ohh....dont cry. it wasnt your intention.

um. you know what you have to do? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN.

LUZ DONT DIE!!!!!

OR DO SOMETHING DANGEROUS IN GENERAL!!!

hehe silly halloween decor

wha whats happening to hunter.

lmao gus saves the day

hunter and luz, two extremely guilt and trauma ridden kids. oh god i hope theyll be fine.

UH. HUNTER. WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE BELOS.

oh kayyy hunter is slowly transforming into belos 2.0 and luz is planning to stay on earth forever. that is not bad at all. (im lying, like actually im lying on the floor in a puddle of tears)

AHHHHHH LUZ..LUZ RUN

OK THE ANIMATION IS INSANE IN THIS SCENE DAMN

NO. FLAPJACK. FLAPJACK OH MY GOD NO. NOT THE PRECIOUS LITTLE BIRDIE

i dont recommend going into water where a bunch of dead people have been rotting but alright

the fluff is ending. NO.

FLAPJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

see! amity understands. youre not a bad person, luz.

ok! end of episode: i'm scared, im scarred, and im not ready to take this on today. but! in the meanwhile, theres some cute moments in the endcredits!

amity staring at luz

willow beating up gus and hunter (girlboss!!!!)

vee and masha!!

everyone but the actual humans/basilisks are freaked out. hell yeah movie time

peaceful not facing scary enemies hunter moment and flapjack...oh i miss him already

[isekaithatplease]

You know what's even ironic,the fact that Kaufman is still in love with navier even though she's now pregnant with heinreys children. And the fact that kosair,naviers brother is a violent man that caused him to be outside the borders and how he even goes tok far as to feed rashta abortion drugs is so scummy. How the hell didn't navier even stop or at least call them out for their shit?

Because Navier doesn’t care. Slavery is a huge problem in her empire but she barely bats an eye at that when we’re supposed to believe she’s this ‘fantastic empress.’ Honey- where??? ((Stop congratulating people for doing the bare minimum lol)) It’s really just a bunch of telling but no showing especially for a story that should be a bit more politically involved?? Plus We really don’t see her interact with the lower class save for that magical orphan who- as we see has to be magical in order to get said attention in the first place! (Fantastic philanthropy really)

How ironic would it have been if she’d been originally pushing to end slavery before Sovidiot brought in Rashta?

Ngl Id actually be more sympathetic to Navier as a whole as despite her cold exterior it showed that you know she was actually pushing for reform for the lower class citizens! But nah she can’t be bothered to deal with peasants.

But back to your point- Can someone please tell me what the whole point of the Kaufman/Navier plotline was? Because honest to goodness it sounds like pointless drama to extend the story length at this point. Either that or just show how irresistible goddess Navier is.

Someone once reblogged/replied to my last post and said that no one in this series is a morally good person. That’s fair. I agree they’re all pretty terrible people in their own ways. Honestly I’ve said it time and time again. I don’t have a problem that they’re terrible people.

Good characters =/= good people

What irks me is when the novel disrespectfully handles heavy topics like slavery and trauma to build up its Mary Sue fl. The whole story markets itself as being some pro feminism revenge story but it’s really not? It doesn’t feel like at least half of the cast gets their proper comeuppance? No seriously- Sovieshu should’ve kicked the bucket. Heinrey and his creepy friend should’ve been held more accountable to a higher degree as well.

Navier isn’t a girl’s girl at all. To both the character and story’s fault Everyone must either worship her or hate her. No one who disagrees with her is allowed any sort of meaningful empathy that Navier in my opinion is sort of undeserving of. (Anyone is free to argue this- but she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and everything magically works out for her. I’m supposed to feel more sorry for her than the girl who was sold by her abusive father into slavery?) hahaha no.

At this point I’d advise people who actually want to see a pro feminism story with political intrigue to read ‘I’ll Saved this damn family!’ Now that’s a story that can treat other women who aren’t the fl well and promotes pretty good relationships between them too.

[novatheassholeofacat]

Vent?

everyday at school is a struggle. I have to walk up 3-4 long flights of stairs everyday. My asthma makes it worse and by the time I get to my floor my Vision is blurry and I can't breathe. They won't let me ride the elevator nor will my mom write me a doctor's note. Then people in class make fun of me,leave me out of things,Barely give me any form of acknowledgment or love. All I get is insults and bruises. I do my best to play precision but people say i suck and that I don't know how to play. Im trying my best but no one ever cares or appreciates it.

Reading is horrible. When i read for the class every covers their ears and when i talk or even try and say how a trip of mine went,all I get is nobody asked,nobody cares,or people call me racial slurs and tell me to shut up. Base isn't better. People laugh at me for my actions and voice and make fun of me for my name,first,middle,and last. Not to mention they compare me to a president. In 8th its the same thing,I get called a nerd or people say that I cheat or that im dumb when I get a question wrong. they also yell at me for looking around or trying to interact with them. I get compliments from the teacher saying how smart I am but then I go and get something wrong and it makes me feel like a FUCKING retard. I can hardly draw or talk about things I love due to people judging me and showing me art that I cant compete with. Im constantly called ugly and that i cant take a joke. I'll cry in my room and when I try to talk to my mom:

"You're too sensitive"

im not trying to be. Everyday when I come home I'm met with demands and things I'm forced to do. They constantly tell me to shave and that my butt is big. They constantly say my hair looks horrible and that I need to change it. They never Let me express myself of have a stuffed animal because they say I'm too old. They make fun of me because I don't sleep alone yet. My room is full of pests and there's weird sounds in the basement and I don't even have a room yet at dads. Im scared of being alone or forgotten yet nobody takes it seriously. Im always covered in scratches, cuts,bruises. I try and tell them i cant help my emotions or my actions but they say I can. Everyone always makes fun of my body type and the fact I don't have a phone. I constantly do my best to protect my girlfriend and make sure she knows she's loved but people keep touching her in places she doesn't like and making her uncomfortable. I hold her close to me. I get made fun of because I will hiss when agitated. I don't know why I do it. I bite all my nails until they're bloody and I rip out chunks of my own mouth. My body aches and hurts and bleeds. I constantly get reprimanded for not wanting to talk or socialize. They constantly say that I worry too much or that I only want to be on electronics.

THATS NOT WHY

Anything could happen when I'm away from home and they always force me to go to places that I don't like. I hate public places because I'm scared. They're too loud and overwhelming and I always need to buy something so i dont lose my mind. I have so much stuff in piles and containers. Im scared someone will get rid of them or throw out something I hold dear to me. They ruin my collections and even my creations. They stomp on my hopes and dreams and they don't even support me and my girlfriend. They say I'm a hoarder. I constantly buy things everyday to try and fill holes in my heart that were left from loss,betrayal, and the fact they get rid of things when I'm not looking. They always use a hostile tone with me. People make fun of me for not liking loud noises when they bring back trauma. Whenever someone is rude to me it always feels like !y fault and that I'm the reason they're like that. Ive left teachers worried and shocked asking where the happy little girl they used to teach is.

SHES FUCKING GONE

i used to be so trustful and open always staying positive and having people that protect me from mean people. Now I'm the bully. Ive constantly been insulting people,sending suicide threats and even swearing to teachers. Ive been hardly able to do things anymore without crying or relying on someone else. People don't want to socialize with me anymore and they push me away. I hurt people for my own liking and say meaan things about them. I do my best to keep my anger in check along with my emotions but I'm never able to do so. Everyday I come on tumblr and talk to tons of strangers about my life in hopes that one day ill finally be loved. I just want to be held and told that everything will be okay. I want to make money for this to support my family and also receive badges to to the dopamine I get from collecting things. My way of affection is physical touch or putting my mouth on people but when i do that,I get called fucking disgusting, people call me an animal, and people always ship me with that person.

IM STRUGGLING OUT HERE YET YOU DONT FUCKING APPRECIATE A THING I DO

[pixlpxie]

Heeeyyy. I have a question. (SA trigger warning)

Do you think the desire for cnc stems from previous sexual trauma? I've seen an anon here say that she wanted to be full on tortured and held down by, was it Yunho or Hwa, I don't remember. I didn't even sense the consent in her ask. And I was like, I'd be down, and then I was like huhhh???? I would?????

I was almost sexually assaulted by an agemate when I was 14. Back then, I felt horrible. Like, I really went through it. Asking myself why I was even there in the first place yk? Blaming myself, and so on. I was also sooo against any form of non-consent, even if it was consensual. But now that I look back, I'm like, ugh I was over reacting and if I went back in time to that moment I would just tell my young self to shut up like it wasn't even that bad. (My morals do prevail and I know that any kind of SA is not acceptable. If it were anyone else, I would NEVER say this.)

But now I am so very willing to participate in cnc, 100%. Even take part in various kinks. I think I just grew up and became more self aware and honest with myself, but I would like to know if you think my previous experience contributed to this.

Also, you don't have to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable. I love love love your page, like it constantly reminds me that I'm not odd for liking the things I do😭🫶🫶. Thank you so much. You're a blessing to many of us, and some hATERS (cue annoying people) cannot even seem to understand that. Talking about lists and all that. Ew

Such topics do not make me uncomfortable, don't worry🤭its literally my job atp (im a psychologist now so I mean it)

First of all before I get into it, I want you to know that you were never the blame. Its not your fault that you had to go through something like that. I'm so sorry for what happened and I hope you are better now. And you feeling bad about non consensual plays for some time is totally normal, don't think that you had to enjoy this kink right away.

Honestly I had to research quite a lot on this topic before because even though I knew it was a perfectly normal kink, the reality of r*pe makes you doubt yourself. So I wanted to find out if there was something wrong with me or not because no one around me irl likes cnc. They think its extremely weird. It turns out nothing's wrong.

There are many reasons why a person can be into cnc, involving extreme versions of it. You can already guess some of them, which is that it's a really strong roleplay for power dynamics. Whether you are the agressor or the victim, you give in to the most extreme level of domination or submission. It's also primal. It can easily bring out your animalistic sides. Many people enjoy this. So for example if you like being the victim it can simply mean that you like not having control. Its a good way to relieve stress and release adrenalin too.

The other reason is that CNC can actually work as a coping mechanism. In fact, kinks and role plays are important for human psychology. They can help you resolve or at least deal with unresolved issues in two main ways. The first is that you might have experienced something related to the said kink/rp. In this example, you might have actually experienced SA. It's not easy to accept a reality like this and it can easily damage a person's identity and self-perception. It can take so long to get better. So you need to find a way to cope with this and resolve it. So over time you can start enjoying CNC as it would give you a sense of control that you couldn't have during the bad experience. You can control, change and alter the way the role play can go. This can help you to accept what's happened in a less damaging way, assuring that you are in control. It can also help you relive the experience over again, although this can sound bad, you can become insensitized to the situation.

The second way is that these unresolved issues don't have to be anything related to the roleplay. Meaning you don't have to experience SA to enjoy CNC. Such symbolic roleplays can help you deal with repressed emotions and help your subconscious to process the material there. As such roleplays also have clear cut archetypal figures, they can help you deal with deep-seated symbols, personas or narratives. Do you know why they say people with daddy kinks don't have a healthy relationship with their dad? Its not true all the time obviously (bc its so common now) but it's a good way to show you what I mean.

So no, not all people who enjoy CNC experience SA or similar events. But if you had, it can help you cope too. But kinks and fetishes are way too deeply rooted in your subconscious and they are madly complicated. Most of the time you will end up feeling so lost when you try to find out why you have a certain kink/fetish. So you're not really supposed to know why you like the things you like. You should let your psyche and subconscious deal with them. As long as theres constent and they dont hurt other people, you can enjoy anything. Its ok. Don't let people make you feel bad for enjoying CNC. Trust me, people who like this kink are actually really nice and care so much about their partner's well being. Meaning the agressor roleplayer don't actually want to r*pe anyone irl. That's what I've seen.

Overall, in your case, it might have contributed. And it's ok. Keep enjoying your roleplay and let it help you resolve your trauma.

And thank you so much I hope youll keep enjoying my blog and i was able to help 🥺🥹💖💖