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âYou shouldnât self-ID as ADHD/autistic, youâre turning a very real mental condition into a trendâ Ok then stop saying delulu. Stop speculating on which cluster C personality disorder the criminals you hear about on the news have. Stop saying âschizopostingâ and âacousticâ and âis it restarted?â Stop using âpsycopathâ and âsociopathâ as catch-all ways of calling someone a bad person. Stop saying âthe intrusive thoughts wonâ when you bleach your hair and then turn your nose up at people who suffer from very real, very scary urges of physical/sexual violence. Stop saying âIâm so OCDâ as a way of calling yourself neat. Stop treating BPD/ASPD/Bipolar as inherently abusive. Stop saying âOP I am living in your wallsâ without tagging for unreality. Stop diagnosing complete strangers youâve never met on r/AITA with NPD.
You first. If you donât want our disabilities to be treated like trends then stop belittling and minimising them. Iâll NEVER judge a person for trying find labels for their symptoms when an apathetic, racist, sexist, ableist healthcare system refuses to. But I will absolutely judge a hypocrite. Which a lot of you are
#the venn diagrom of anti-self ID people and people who go around yelling about âspotting narcissistsâ on reddit is a circle#sorry this has bugged me for a while#ableism
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jsyk there's been an update on nex's pronouns and it's been said they actually preferred he/him pronouns, although people did use they/them for him. (https://www.nbcnews.com/nbc-out/out-news/vigil-friends-remember-nex-benedict-fiery-kid-rcna140440)
Thank you for telling me! I'm also glad to see an interview with friends of Nex. Its good to see people remembering his life.
#im gonna add nex to the archive of transmasc violence now#i held off bc even tho the list does include people who dont self-ID as transmasc (such as a cis woman)#i didnt want upset people by seeming to put any FTX person on there#m.#ask box#nex benedict
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One of my favorite responses to act 2 is how many people are thirsting over young twink Silco. This truly was twink death dilf birth
Also it's hilarious that they confirmed Vander was the one who fumbled. Everyone thought the Vander/Silco divorce was mutual but turns out Vander was secretly writing notes app apologies the whole time
#and i mean who can blame him. if i fumbled a twink baddie like that id walk into the ocean#the people who also thirst over his disfigured older self are god's favorite soldiers and the ONLY ones who will survive the winter#arcane#arcane s2#arcane season 2#arcane silco#arcane vander#vander arcane#silco arcane#my post#arcane spoilers
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i have been reading through the diary I kept from ages 14-17 and realising how helpful it can be to keep a record of how you're feeling at different moments.
not only is it helpful to write down and process how your feeling and give yourself time to truly think about it, it's nice to have something to look back on. to not just remember how you felt about a certain situation but to actually have yourself from that time tell you.
and also, from an adhd perspective, it's really lovely to have reminders of things I'd almost entirely forgotten. it's easy to think that your life right now isn't interesting, but in 5 years time? to know what songs you were listening to or book you were reading or even that Thing that you were so worried about but now you can't even remember the details. it's nice to have a physical reminder that time passes and things really can get better.
#i think part of whats makes it so special to me is that (like it is for a lot of people) those ages where so *much*#and i was so stuck in my head and socially anxious and i feel like those years of school rly shaped who i am now ect#but id kind of forgotten? its become a blur emotions over time and its nice to see it clearer#but also how i changed? and to read into it and see what i did or didn't write#im also a big fan of the inner child and doing things for your younger self and its a lovely gift to have her speaking to me directly#also if you want to journal i highly recommend doing it in a normal notebook rather than a pre planned one#it gives you the freedom for it to be whatever you want with none of the pressure#recovery#tips
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bloodletting
summary: a budding god needs a place to test their new powers, and childe was always a little too eager to lose a fight... a match made in heaven!
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-> warnings : minor AQ spoilers ? just like, general gi plot.. fairly graphic depiction of blood + other injuries (might be classed as body horror???). generally obsessive tendencies (childe <--> you). i cannot stress this enough, reader is 110% a sadist.
-> gn reader (you/yours)
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk
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power was not something that came easy. it was fought over, stolen, defended with teeth and claw, tides of blood shed just so one could have power over another. social, physical, financial; no matter the leverage it provided, power was hard won. to give someone power was to admit defeat, a certain death that tartaglia had learned and taught more than his fair share of times. nobody undeserving of power ever held onto it for long; it was an acknowledgement that you were better, that you deserved it, that youâd won. power was a fickle resource that childe would kill to keep, only ever laying down his blade for a precious few.
the tsaritsa, of course. his fellow harbingers, skilled both on and off-field, who themselves could rival the archons. his family, for whom heâd happily give the world.
and naturally, who would be more worthy to hold power than you?
you, not just a god but the, the highest authority across all of teyvat. you bore a hundred names and a thousand monikers, your worship the one thing the world could agree on. granted, nobody could quite agree on how, but that was fine. childe did not need external powers to tell him what to do. he knew, in his deepest heart, that he had gotten it right.
he knewâand, on occasion, flauntedâthat he was your favorite. of all the vessels you had chosen, you returned to him time and time again, wishing on his stars until his vision gleamed. his bow shone with power, even his weakest weapon more than enough to push his strength to new heights. part of him wondered what he could do if youâd granted him swords, or a claymore⊠but that was speculation for another time. didnât it say something that you had still chosen him at his weakest?
the thought always made him smile. thick in the heat of puppeteered battle, before the sun to after dark, your presence was a constant in his life. at every altar, with every offering, when his hands stung from the rash of leather and his blade was covered in rust, your name a prayer behind blood-soaked teeth. he could not remember a time when his pocket was not weighted with a charm.
his devotion was no secret. he wore your bow with pride, entirely phasing out his other weapons. it didnât matter that he was technically more controlled with them, for you had chosen this path for him. your word was his guide, a polar star through bitter nights.
he did not doubt when your presence ebbed or flowed. who was he to dictate when or where you spent your attention? no, his faith did not waver. it had no reason to. he waited patiently, going about his regular duties, lingering in snezhnaya for no other reason that he just felt like he had to.
who was he to question to buzzing in the back of his head? who was he to decline when he felt an instinct to leave, to go for a trip far past the city gates? who was he to think himself better than the guiding light that had never led him astray?
for you, he was whatever you needed. and so he went, armed with a thick coat and snowboots, hands shoved deep in the pockets to hide the slight shake. down the main road, an arbitrary turn into an alley and down an abandoned path, into a part of the city heâd never traveled. but a golden thread had tied itself around his heart, pulling without hesitation. he easily hopped over the fence gate, not bothering with hauling it open through the snow. the path beyond was covered in a thick layer of powder, his foot crunching through a foot of it before hitting solid ground. still, he continued.
snezhnayan winters were not warm. they bit and dug into every gap in your clothes, stealing away the precious warmth within. and yet, with his half-done coat and incomplete guard, he was not cold. or, rather, he couldnât feel it. his hands were pink with frost, stiff at the knuckles, but he couldnât feel the resistance. his body was not important, not now.
the snow began to thin. it fell from his knees to his shins to his ankles to his toes, until he was face to face with a thick wall of bramble, impossibly overgrown. he was beginning to overheat in his jacket. twin blades made quick work of the wall, and the sight behind it easily dispelled any breath left in his lungs.
the air that washed out of the bubble was thick and heavy, like a humid spring instead of snezhnayan woods. his breath came in short gasps, a shameful wheeze that he hoped was missed beneath the howling snow. he didnât want you to see him as weak, as someone so easily tired by a short trip to a falling star; he didnât want you to think of him as anything other than his best.
but you didnât push him away. you helped him upâhis head was buzzing with delusion, he could hardly see, when had he fallen to his knees?âand brushed the snow off his hair, not pushing him away when he leaned into your touch. he couldnât think, couldnât breathe, could barely collect himself enough to recognize that he needed to get you inside, away from the wilds.
that was power. to so effortlessly take over every thought in his head, to hold his mind in your hands and pull it into your liking, that was the power he adored you for. gods were figureheads of power, a physical incarnation of their dominion. a god of the entire world would only naturally have power to manipulate that world to their liking. how blessed was he, that he could be the first you made yours.
he was with you when you first stepped into zapolyarny palace, looking around at the chandeliers and fine tile. he opened the door for you to her majestyâs throne room, sucking in a sharp breath as you brushed by. he was by your side when the tsaritsa swore you her fealty, delicately placing the gnoses in your hands.
and oh, how heâd fallen to the floor right then and there, dizzy from the wash of power that rolled off you in waves, an ocean that he willingly dove into. the floor was cool beneath his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin as sweat quickly began to bead. he didnât bother pushing himself up on his hands, teeth sinking deep into his lip again to control his panting breath. copper bloomed over his tongue, filling his mouth and clogging what remained of his senses.
dimly, he was aware that he was being pathetic, that this would surely change your mind about him. he heard your voice, faint through the fog of his mind, your wisdom lost to his own inadequacy. and yet, despite his weakness, every part of him was tuned into you. he knew it was your hand whispering across his shoulders, he knew it was your influence that stole the breath from his lungs. he knew it was you, because it was always you. you were all he could think of, and now you were finally able to leverage your full power over his self.
heâd woken up in a hospital bed. saline dripped into his arm and the lights pierced his eyes, his head full of snow and iced over. and yet, the moment he was cleared for release, he found himself desperate to be back to your side, racing through the tiled halls of the palace and following the urgent burn in his chest. you would have been right to turn him away, to deem him too weak to stay by your side, but you didnât. you smiled when he lost his breath and laughed when he wavered, brushing off his concern. you invited him with youâhis lungs burned with the need for oxygenâas you twirled the gnoses between your fingers, as if they were toys or paperweights rather than objects of divine power.
divine to him. childâs play to you. a courtyard of snow was cleared in an instant, ripples of pyro melting permafrost while keeping the flora beneath intact, a lazy show of power that pulled little more than a slight hum from you in response.
he wasnât so much a fool as to think he could teach you everything, or even something, about being divine. and yet he clung to your side like a sailor in a storm, watching as you grew familiar with the elements. he watched, stubborn and weak, as you stopped hesitating.
flowers bloomed as you walked by, crumbling to ash with the slightest look. electro jumped from your skin to his, a painful spark that drew his mind from his head, finally seeing your amused eyes instead of just mindlessly staring. you couldâshouldâhave just left him behind, but you didnât. you instead asked for his help, taking his hand in yours and leading him to a quieter hallway of the palace. you didnât comment on his thundering pulse despite the fact that you could certainly feel it, tracing a finger along the crease of his palm.
âi wonderâŠâ
a claw of geo cut across his skin, a sharp sting that quickly welled with blood. he barely felt it, watching with detached awe as it filled up his hand, sliding over the edge and dripping to the floor. you didnât show any emotion, just⊠watching. his heart beat in his hands, a pool collecting on the floor, and still, you just watched. your other hand moved over the surface, barely an inch away, the blood collecting in a bubble beneath it. with a hum, your fist tightened, pain lighting up his arm. a strained grunt slipped between his teeth, hand flinching closed, brushing against the ball of his blood you had pulled from his veins. his hand was stained red, shaking in your grasp, minutes stretched into hours.
all at once, it dropped, forced back into his body as forcefully as it was removed. with a snap, the skin stitched itself shut, and you were again dragging him along like a child did their favorite toy.
you did that a lot. pull him aside and experiment with whatever new reaction you had discovered that month, week, day, hour, watching his reactions with unabashed delight. and he let you. every time, without fail, he eagerly followed, knowing full well heâd end up rigid with lightning or with ice crystals studding his throat. it was worth it, though. you always fixed him up, squeezing his hand with a whispered âgood jobâ that never failed to make him dizzy.
it didnât matter what you did to him. it never did. even when his mind was hazy with pain and he couldnât quite stand on his own, he never regretted it. unconsciousness licked at the edges of his vision, burning black stains that lingered even after you stopped, but he never once hesitated.
if you asked him to jump, heâd ask how high. if you felt like holding him underwater, heâd cherish every bruise. to be kept as a toy was still to be kept.
#THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A REPLY TO AN ASK. UH. SORRY AVATAR ANON ...#genshin#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin x reader#gender neutral reader#sagau childe#yandere childe#childe x reader#x reader#yandere tartaglia#sagau tartaglia#< do people even use the 'tartaglia' tags? oh well#yandere sagau#blood tw#tw blood#< for good measure#ah yes my favorite genre. 'you're both unwell and need to be quarantined for the good of society'#hes so. rat coded im in love with him#sorry for fatui posting. it Will happen again#sorry for yan posting. it /Will/ happen again#like seriously the next few ideas ive got are all about unwell men#i dont know if id count this as obsessive but its certainly A form of lovesickness#but i feel when people read 'yandere' they think of something else than i do#and for That perception then 'obsessive' fits better#i will be flagging this with the yan warning on my masterlist#childe ajax tartaglia my favorite chew toy <333#hes so fun to beat up i wanna make him cry about it. i mean what who said that
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â de fontaine
{â} characters furina {â} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {â} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {â} word count 1.4k
This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!
She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe â for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.
She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them â broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person â and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths â just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.
Furina is tired.
But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?
So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.
Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.
Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.
An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage â she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.
She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.
She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.
She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.
And Furina has always been good at lying.
It's the believing that's the hard part.
There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it â she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things â try to, anyway â for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heelsâ she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it â it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?
Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.
She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really â she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?
She'll fall short again â she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.
Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?
Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.
Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?
They were dying â that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?
"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"
Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.
Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.
Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.
Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore â she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.
"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue â how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.
But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.
They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen â prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.
She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go â she can't.
If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..
Furina will make sure they do.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#fic tag#furina#so um. looks around. okay look. i know im like THE ts@r1ts@ dealer (censored so it doesnt show in tags. hopefully)#but the moment i saw furi in fontaine the day it released she became my fav even more then the tsaritsa SORRY SHES SO..#this is my love letter 2 furi (making her suffer unimaginable horrors)#open ended kinda in case i decide on making a sequel maybe#furi makes me feel cuteness aggression so bad i start acting like a rabid animal#furina the woman that you are. thats my girlprince meow meow id kill someone for her#playing her part as archon so well but being so horribly irrefutably human in every way..#five hundred years not even knowing what the real plan was. when it would end. knowing if she slipped up it was over.#and in the end almost no one knew what really happened. a select few people know the real weight of her sacrifice.#furina's story was always a tragedy. it was never going to be anything but a tragedy.#and thats one of the most tragic parts of it isnt it? she didnt know how itd end. she didnt know her story was always going to be a tragedy#furina never knew a thing. and still she did it for the people of fontaine and succeeded.#how do you define âyourselfâ when you havent existed for 500 years?#to be so selflessly human you give up âyourselfâ to save people who will never know of your sacrifice.#sometimes i think about the confrontation on the stage and have a week long mental breakdown#sacrificing EVERYTHING for fontaine and still. still! the people closest to you turn on you.#heavy on clorinde. she was as close 2 furi as neuvi fight me on this. i bite.#her bodyguard and friend and she ends up staring down her blade wondering if this is it. she failed. she failed them all#because even when faced with the trial. with losing everything. she still thought only about fontaine. oh furina.#do you think she has nightmares. wonders if she was never meant to win this game of g-ds. that her story was always meant to be a tragedy?#do you think she still wonders if she was ever meant to have a chance at a happy ending? a doomed tragedy from beginning to end
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what is the theory that ivan manipulated the event where till and mizi met the wagyein?
It's not a theory, actually! It's confirmed that Ivan orchestrated the whole event. The true reason as to why however is still unknown. The information provides more context to this scene, though:
During the earlier times of ALNST the most rational explanation for this scene was that Till ran after a flower crown (presumably Mizi's) and Ivan followed him in out of curiosity. Now we know that Ivan was conveniently just standing there because he was waiting.
Side note, I find it heartbreaking (and maybe a little funny, sorry) that Till most likely didn't notice Ivan in this scene. That's just like him, isn't it. Always too busy running after Mizi while Ivan trails behind, an ever-present shadow.
I'm not sure how Ivan manipulated the circumstances for both of them to end up there, but it is confirmed that everything was intentional. What strikes me most is how they describe this particular scene:
I can't copy down what they said word-for-word (Patreon info), but they described Ivan watching "creepily" as Till and Mizi are faced with danger. We know that Ivan was familiar with the Cerberus wagyein beforehand, enough to touch its teeth and even to rest himself inside its maw. To Ivan, the wagyein is not dangerous, but to Till and Mizi, it could be. Ivan prepared the wagyein, led them there, and watched "creepily" from afar as Till fell on his knees, seemingly injured.
The closest I can get to making sense of Ivan's "scheme" is that he wanted to see how other children would react in a dangerous situation. Ivan's always been an observer, after all, and he's learned to survive by copying the more "normal" behaviors of his peers. This situation occured when Ivan was still young and had not yet developed his more charming mask, so perhaps he staged this encounter to study a situational response, to learn and mimic the emotion of fear. And what better subjects for the experiment than two of the most expressive and reactive humans of their batch? It helps that he was already fixated on Till beforehand, too. I think Ivan became irreversibly obssessed after this incident, especially since it's framed as a turning point in Ivan's life, comparing Till to the stars.
This is just my attempt at an interpretation, though. It could very well be for another reason. He most likely chose Till and Mizi specifically for personal reasons, not just for reaction. I'm still not sure on the purpose behind the whole thing.
The team wanted to capture Ivan's "dark emotions" through the shot of his stalking, which could relate to his more sinister intentions. His gaze can be read in a few different ways, though. Curiosity, interest, fear, etc. Maybe that's why they decided to redraw the shot in ROUND 6.
I think this better sells the feeling they were trying to convey.
#ivan u fucked up little guy.#also okay i just wanna clear this up#i know i make a lot of posts about ivans darker side and his more problematic traits#but this isn't me trying to villainize him or reduce him down to âtoxic yaoiâ#I HOPE YOU GUYS KNOW ALL MY TOXIC YAOI POSTS ARE LIGHTHEARTED.#i just want to clarify that ivan was always intended to be a darker and complicated character. even since his debut in round 3#the way i refer to ivan (âtwistedâ âcreepyâ âobssessiveâ etc) are literally the direct words used by q and v themselves to describe him#but despite that id like to emphasize that i don't see ivan as a villain or a completely bad person. hes complicated#there is no normalcy in this world they are living in. none of the characters know what being truly normal is#this isn't me condoning his actions#but it has to be acknowledged that alnst is fucked up in nature. we can't expect perfect relationships from people who are born to die#plus ivan has a lot more layers past the âdarkâ parts. he's constantly battling himself and his desires#especially at the end of round 6 where he performs a myriad of conflicting actions (kiss strangle peck smile)#thanks to the r6 production notes we now know that ivan was going through a rapid internal conflict#âsure and unsure at the same timeâ#there is sooo much to ivan. his low self-esteem. his desire and possessiveness despite knowing till will never love him#his VEHEMENT insistence that till will never love him vs his desperate persistence in trying anyway#uh i need to shut up i think#anyways sorry. just wanted to clarify my thoughts on him in case people think im. yk.#in short. hes a fucked up little freak and he fascinates me. this poor tragic child. i love him.#SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY#alnst#alien stage#alien stage ivan#alnst ivan#asks
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#if any of my lstwt oomfs find this im shooting myself#lifesteal shipping#lssmp shipping#lssmp#princezam#wemmbu#zammbu#angsts art#i turned them into my ocs atp the pnly thing that my interpretation of them only shares their personality and dynamic#saying that i rhink i deserve to draw ls zammbu as a little trear#treat*#but id rather die rhan draw uu zammbu for many reasons#anyway. ROBOT ZAM AND DEMON WEMMBU!#i have a bunch of hcs for them#basically wemmbu was created in a similiar way that most demons do#from the nightmares of children! its the same case with clown and therefore theyre both a similiar type of demons#they basically have a comstant area effect depending on their own self that effects the people around them#wemmbu drives people mad and clown makes everyone terrified#zam was a past therapy robot in a psych ward until he got extremely beaten up and then thrown out and thrn later found by clown and restored#by branzy#also wemmbu's star thingies are what allowed him to get into ls by giving minute (possibly the same person who had nightmares of him as a#kid) and minute having them in ls allowed wemmbu to sneak in#zam was brought in by clown because 'thats my son' I LOV FAMILIAL MEDIEVAL DUO#oh yeah this was a zammbu drawing uhm OBJECTUM WEMMBU JUMPSCARE? IDK!#my wemmbu design looks so fucking stupid without details but its ok i still love my cat wemmbu
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Sorry for being cringe, it will happen again.
In the Flatland discord (and on Tumblr in general lol), I've been seeing a lot of gjinkas, and as someone who made gjinkas a while back of A. Sphere and A. Square, I decided to revamp them for fun plus my oc. Also, now the name reveals are in a drawing now! Live laugh love Angelica, Abel, and Anthony <3
I kept Anthony the same. Still the silly amoeba guy. He just got another arm. Abel got a little wider and rounder in general, he's actually wearing the suspenders this time, gave him his bowtie back, and the glove is on his right hand so he can hold A. Square while doing other things (he's left-handed cuz I said so). Angelica is just based on really shitty AI art but done artistically. I'm so cool guys, reclaiming AI art one 4D gjinka at a time.
Below is progress photos and a sketchy comic:
Here's the old ass comic that I still find funny (it's like almost a year old):
Transcript: A.S: Madam, may I ask something of you? A.T: Sure! Whatâs up? A.S: Is it possible that I could maybe see your ina- A.S: -aaaa⊠(A. squareâs speech thing) Square: PLEASE SIR LET ME SEE YOUR INSIDES!! A.S: Uh- Never mind. A.T: Oh. are you sure? A.S: Positive *shutters*
I thought I was so funny for this but I'll let the council decide.
Have a good one guys!
#I LOVE BEING SELF INDUGENT IDC IF IT'S WRONG OR CRINGE OR ANYTHING I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE#yeah yeah i gave them hair whatcha gonna do?? blow me up??#I'd like to see you try- *gets A. Sphered almost immediately*#i somehow made Abel gayer and I regret nothing#also first time doing ids I hope they aren't too ass#it's in the alt text lol#they deadass took me an hour how do people do this all the time actually#I applaud y'all who do this stuff#the only time i condone ai usage is for 4D gjinka inspirations#flatland#koy's flatland#angelica tessan#abel spherious#anthony squaur#a tesseract#a sphere#a square#gjinka#flatland humaizations#flatland 2007#flatland fanart#flatland the film#flatland the movie#flatland oc#getting a little silly#a heightlander's escape#katiekatdragon27
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i understand the need to take breaks and pace yourself so you aren't overwhelmed. it's important to take care of yourself so you can keep going in the good fight. i myself usually catch up on news about once a day when i feel equipped for it. that said:
you're just going to ignore palestine for the next three months?
account settings literally already has what youre looking for so if you're set on doing this just use this feature and don't complain to other people about the fact that theyre keeping their eyes on palestine
#khy asks#talking about the palestinian genocide being 'shoved in your face' also is incredibly callous and tactless.#its a very self centered way to think about other peoples suffering. id encourage you to reflect.#i wont judge people for taking breaks as needed and i dont expect people to be glued to the news 24/7#but genuinely: we have a moral obligation to witness the truth as it's happening if nothing else.#to choose to look away and remain in ignorance at this time is a moral failing.#and to do so when keeping our eyes on palestine is one of the only things we can do to help is so reprehensible.#i actually do think anyone who feels like this should just unfollow/block right now#free palestine now and forever
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Seeing Viktorâs heaving vulnerable face as he looks up to Jayce through his lashes on his final death throes with radiohead playing the the bg show up on my feed every 4 videos is kind of like getting viciously punched in the nuts while winding down from previously getting viscously punched in the nuts
#arcane season 2 act 2 spoilers#arcane viktor#arcane jayce#jayvik#he looks so helpless and fucking confused im#the way he just STARES at Jayce like heâs trying and failing to understand why his friend would hurt him#unable to feel hateful or betrayed#itâs the way that this hextech influenced viktor cannot. in that moment. physically understand the source of cruelty#(itâs love)#Jayce loves his family and friends he loves piltover he loves the peopleâso. he has to do what he must#I think Viktor helpless confusion is something immediately and instinctively gut wrenching because#beyond the act of cruelty itself it is in the moment the utter failure to understand *why* something has happened to you#whether itâs abuse; someone close to passing away; a natural disaster; it is that lack of understanding that guts you every time#I do think that not all heinous acts are motivated by love I think thatâs a very empathetic way to look about things especially when#a situation is complicated which it usually is but#arcane is exceptionally relationship oriented but id argue that there is also a large number of people who are very self oriented
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sorry but like, as someone who doesn't vibe with fem!sub stuff and always ends up dislking fandom obsession with the man in any relationship being a Dominant Daddy Top containing more macho tendencies than personality . . i do also think that framing people liking violence in their sexual fantasies as worrying is um. worrying in and of itself.
like yeah logan being Like That in 'x reader' Old Man Logan stuff seems very ooc to me, too. but i also like animalism and brutality and violence in sex as well, and these things are not inherently abusive or "near rapist" by themselves in fictional portrayals of kink.
i don't hc logan as the macho dom! a lot of fandom for some reason considers "common consensus fanon" lmfao, but i also think that the fine line of fighting and fucking and violence and animalism is something viscerally satisfying to explore in fiction and especially kink. and characters like logan - who do actually have some solid connections to such themes - are some of the best outlets for that.
#anyways i know i joke about âare the straights okayâ stuff because fans like to act like it's somehow common#for people to think about the male characters like that#especially when it's a het ship lol#but also it's not actually worrying to post violent sex in and of itself i'm sorry#like if the âviolent animalisticâ sex is worrying your poor heart then perhaps consider why. that is#like i can't believe i had to see fictional kink described as 'near rape'#logan howlett#wolverine#old man logan#discourse#negative#yes this is a vaguepost no i don't know who it is#in fact i have already forgotten the blog name and i also don't care#but i see this reflected a lot in the younger generation of fandom and it's like. calm down#this stuff is not actually 'worrying'#you don't need to be worrying for these people because of their wild kinky sex fantasies lmfao#like yeah i don't like logan portrayed that way#but that's because i think it's far more appealing to see that raw violence done to him instead#so đ€·#also fighting as fucking is a classic#and violence as transformation and animalism being representative of personal struggle and self id is also classic#and you know what. sometimes its just hot#- when it's done to the man. that is đ#anyways my hot to take is that logan is a bottom and a switch#and the only reason people say it's '''''obvious'''''' he's a service top is. suprise surprise. gender profiling and internal bias đ€·#with the addition of fanon interpretations of logan overriding his canon personality#like how people project more macho bullshit onto him than he actually possesses lmfao
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It's always weird to me seeing how people write Sonic 90% of the time. No disrespect to anybody, write however you like, it's just so jarring how different Sonic is viewed compared to how he used to be.
Like, you ever see a fan animation or a comic where Sonic has a house? Initial Sonic (what I'll call the general idea of Sonic in Sonic Team from 1991-2009), would literally never own a house, he was basically a nomad, just sleeping on beaches or napping in his plane.
Or like fanart where Sonic's married? When Initial Sonic was always described as being uninterested in romance (aro king). Or Sonic using a phone or whatever when he was never shown to be interested in technology? It's just weird to me seeing how the idea of Sonic is completely different from what he was supposed to be.
#I don't really think it's a travesty or anything but I think it's disappointed how basically nobody talks about the original Sonic#and also how this new version has basically replaced the old one by Sonic Team themselves??? Idk I like older Sonic#and I feel like this more prevalent version is more generic. I sorta blame the old 90s cartoons for making him more traditional#and also kinda the popularity of fanfiction headcanons and such things that kinda turn him into a bit of a self insert.#No disrespect to ppls headcanons or alternate takes or anything but I feel like they're based on a misinterpretation of Sonic#Like people saying âhe's just like me fr!â to a character who by design is not at all like them#Maybe share around cuz Id love to hear more people talking about Initial Sonic and introducing more ppl to the original ideas#sonic the hedgehog#sonic generations#sonic x shadow generations#Sxsg#shadow generations#shadow the hedgehog#Rambling#Ramblings#Ramble#Rambles#sonic
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your honour theyre FAMILY
#qsmp#THE queers of all time#jaiden and cellbit matching explosion scars on different sides? yes plase#cellbit and jaiden number 1 roier fans#roier number 1 jaiden and cellbit fan#theyd kill for him he'd stop them from spiralling into insanity via self-imposed exile#i am SO happy that jaiden and cellbit are getting along#they love roier and he loves them so they love each other#but they're getting along outside of that too and ghghgh#jaiden choosing to trust cucurucho and cellbit telling her there will still be people there for her if she regrets anything she does.......#her giving him Hot Tips about what roier likes and showing him her house at bobby fields#id kill for them id die for them etc etc#tangentially related but what the fuck is up with their old lady who swallowed a fly motifs#spider bird and cat??#theyre each others predators but none of them are prey#last thing: jaiden and cellbit matching explosion scars#i said it before and it always needs to be said again#matching explosion scars!!!!!#ty for coming to my ted talk as you can see i am once again normaln't about some block people#shape sketches
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ok I wonder if there's someone out there who has this too
I don't get crushes or fall in love. instead, I become obsessed with people. I feel absolute loyalty and devotion to them. I'd do anything they ask without question. it's instinctive and automatic, I don't even think about it. I become their servant and follow them around like a puppy. every minimal attention from them gives me infinite joy.
this is always one sided and everyone eventually gets creeped out or annoyed and leaves. it breaks me every time. yet I can't stop it from happening. I try to hold back but it's almost impossible.
not that I would wish this on anybody, but please tell me I'm not the only one
#i finally put it into words#now lets see... who could get me#aromantic#arospec#aroace#demonkin#otherkin#angelkin#divinekin#neurodivergent#maybe?#idk. just help me please.#tell me im not a messed up freak#bpd#<- people in the notes said it could be that so lets see if someone can confirm this for me#if im actually borderline then im fucked#because if i go to a therapist and get diagnosed theres no way im getting top surgery ever#since one of the main symptoms is abruptly changing self image#im fairly sure i am trans. i have been iding as such for years and its not going away#fuck. this is turning my world upside down
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having a normal one watching Bdubs lim life tonight and thinking about how when Bdubs betrayed Tango in last life, Skizz told Tango that for the sake of team best he had to go and forgive him.
But when Bdubs boogey kills Skizz in lim life before team ties is even really formed, Skizz is allowed to have it out for Bdubs for almost the entire first half of the season, even when the clockers ally with them and it would've been easier to let sleeping dogs lie.
Tango, the perpetually extraneous and undervalued member of his alliances...the too often shoved aside and betrayed...being told it was his duty to the team to forgive bdubs and move on....
But no oneâespecially not Tangoâtried to tell Skizz to let it go.
#and like. now im thinking about how no one is ever really ride or die for tango. ever#people are allied with him but no one PRIORITIZES him#as a team rancher fan myself id be tempted to argue Jimmy is but you can just as easily point to how that was in a way self serving#and I dont just mean with the soulmate mechanic so worrying about tango was worrying about himself for jimmy#but i mean it in the way of jimmy was so worried about tango because#jimmy was worried about HIMSELF being the thing that hindered him and dragged him down#whihc is not to say that jimmy didnt also worry about tango#but it is to say that the dl rule set played heavily on jimmys insecurities and fears#he was most of the time worried about himself. YES because of how that affected tango. but also because it served his guilt complex#and so his intentions were colored by that as someone whos incredibly willing to make himself the problem whenevr he sees fit#whihc is again nothing on him hes my fave ya know i love the guy#i just mean even in double life where by design it shouldve happened tango wasnt made anyones top priority#not in the way that we come to see it across many other pairs. not in the obsessive worrying about his safety#or just in the general Being Weird About Each Other Way#sure you could argue skizz and tango last life...tango was for a while skizzs priorityâuntil skizz shifted his sights to team best#even when team best wasnt giving their all backt o him that was skizzs focus#and if tango were really his priority over the wellbeing of the team such as it was for bdubs and etho#skizz wouldnt have tried to make tango forgive bdubs after he was betrayed#skizz wouldnt have kept asking tango to give more and more to a team he got little if not nothing out of over and over.....just#GAH! NO ONES EVER DEVOTED TO TANGO!!! NO ONE EVER CHOOSES TANGO TO BE THEIR //PERSON// THEIR. HES NEVER SOMEONES TOP PRIORITY#again im nto saying teh ranchers werent devoted to each other you know i love them more than anything in the whole world#i just mean. not in exactly the way i mean....#and not completely when jimmy was so (understadnably) preoccupied with trying not to carry on his curse again#especially while attached to someone else#worm says
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