#please learn to seperate fiction from reality

[prismatica-the-strange]

Okay I blocked them cause they kept sending me pissy anons and not getting the point.

But just to make it abundantly clear, not that I think any of the people who follow me need it, it's not that complicated.

iCarly is in the same universe as Victorious. They met when the HA gang were like juniors (16/17). If they are in the same canonical timeline, then in the new iCarly show's universe, Beck is canonically like 24.

I did not age him up, that's how time works.

[dandyslibrary]

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I don’t support that one Dandy’s World dev who isn’t even WORTH naming

Welcome !! Call me Librarian, I am the one who manages all of the books in this special Library of mine. What books do I write in particular? I write Angst, Yandere's, and Fluff! the basic's.

I will be only writing for those three. I will not be writing NSFW since, it would be weird. And the canon ages of these characters haven't come out yet. And I will also only write 'x readers'. And YES!! I do Yandere Readers.

to those who are twelve pretending to be a different age I will not be held responsible for how you interact with this blog.

Now my english isn't very good either, and I'm only still learning how to write things in english. But I will still be using grammarly to check if my grammar is correct.

Don't like it? Don't read it. That's all i'm asking from you. I will put trigger warnings right before any kind of fic so you'll know what to look out for.

I do not support Yandere behaviour, or anything of the matter. I write and read Yandere themed stories to help me cope with my problems in real life. I don't romanticize yandere's nor do I even support their behaviour.

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Please learn how to seperate fiction and reality.

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Now for requesting it's really easy, you can ask for any dandy's world character you want me to write. But you have to make sure you include there the character (obviously), if you want it to be fluff yandere or angst themed (you can choose two at the same time), and the prompt you want it to be.

I don't want you to go into my ask box and ask something like, "hi twisted [insert toon]" and thats it. I don't know what you want me to write for that, please be specific.

You could say something like "Hi I'd like to request for a book. Yandere twisted [insert toon] and [insert prompt]" and it could be something really detailed, or just like something simple.

I especially like the yandere asks/requests.

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You can even ramble in my ask box and i'll reply to it with a silly thought. Isn't that fun?

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[moon7jay]

I hope u all realise that I put warnings at the top of my triggering fics to let y'all know that they are "triggering", so if u read the warning and still click on the fic I'm not the one responsible for you. If u see the warnings like " DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT" and "NON CONSENSUAL, MENTIONS OF RAPE", do u expect the fic to be fluffy, romantic and smelling like roses?

"That was disturbing" no shit Sherlock non- con IS disturbing idk what u were expecting. Like what do y'all expect when u chose to open that fic and read it ? I'm sure y'all are aware of your triggers, so the trigger warnings should be enough to stop u from reading the fic. Y'all act like I'm holding a gun to y'all's head and forcing u to read my fics. If you are not the target audience, please move on. And please for the love of God learn to seperate fiction from reality

And to the anon in my inbox, I'm sure u were aware of your triggers, and u also read the warnings, so if u still chose to go ahead and consume my writing what am I supposed to do? If u don't ever wanna risk coming across such fics again please block me and please read the warnings and understand them properly, they're there for a reason. I especially put my warnings in red bold letters so that it's highly noticeable but y'all wanna be dense on purpose.

[darkbluekies]

Childhood, environment and other factors ESPECIALLY childhood can affect a person even if they are still adults, I've noticed something about people who are diagnosed with BPD have something in common with their childhood, speaking from experience, one factor is abandonment. People who claims to obsessive people or a yandere, would likely have had a childhood or an environment where they were abandoned, not given affection, were not raised to what healthy love is or was exposed to yanderes in such a young age and this is also the same for people who craves these obsessive people too. Seriously though, you're really right about being careful or being wary around people specifically people you don't know, who knows how deranged they are 😭

And yes that is right! Depending on your mental state, it is better to know when to differentiate between reality or fiction but if your mental state is in a poor condition then it is more recommended not to read dark content as you may be inclined to yearn for such things like obsessed people. It will bring you into danger even if it feels good, I speak from experience having someone obsessed with my partner back then and them constantly targeting me 😭 shit year/nav

And yes omfg!! It's so so SO very important to take care of yourself after consuming or making dark content, I actually get distressed sometimes with my course because psychology opens your perspective a lot and it really makes you wonder why people are like that, of course not justifying their behavior if they've done something wrong also minors should also not consume dark content, they are young and learning. these things could hinder a healthy development in the brain. It's not only the fact it's illegal for them to read NSFW/DARK content but it's also to make sure they don't get fucked in the head, I've read things in my teens I should have not and it greatly affected my development, I've went to psychotherapy and I am doing well but for those minors, who fake their age in their bios, please know what you're getting yourself into.

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I can relate so much to the first paragraph ... or not me PERSONALLY ... but my brother. My eldest brother, 14 years older than me. He is exactly what you described. He has been diagnosed with schizophrenia (?) and we suspect a few other things as well. I know what he went through when he was a child (thanks to his mother, not my mother, we have different mothers) and breaks my heart to know how he became like he did. I just wish he would have had a different childhood, you know? And see if he would be different?

But i CAN personally relate to the later parts. I was also browsing things you shouldn't read at that age when I was a kid and while i think I have been good at keeping fiction and reality seperate, it has made me terrified of people, because of every true crime thing i watched when i was like 12. I am paranoid thanks to that. For fuck sake, when I was 12, I wrote a whole story about 2 sisters getting kidnapped and the older sister going insane and killing people when they were free? Inspired by a real case about shasta groene and the movie Orphan. AT 12. It's insane how a 12 year old could write something like that.

So minors, please take this post to heart and leave. I have stated before that i'm not comfortable having you here, but I know that when I was a kid i didn't care about those stuff and did what I wanted anyways, but I am warning you. If you continue to read and interact, that is entirely your fault, I will not take respnsibility.

I study communication so I'm not sure what type of things you're exposed to in psycology, but i can imagine that it isn't very pleasent. Having someone being obsessed with your partner and you it seems sounds so fucking scary omg, i hope that it is better now :/<3

[mywitchcultblr]

"This anon rant is over a god in genshin impact who is not even a human nor has a fixed gender by the way, they really hate the thought of gender non-conforming Zhongli"

Ive never laughed harder at the lack of reading comprehension of someone older than me

Or the fact that you still believe zhongli is canonically genderfluid.

My dud i do not care what your headcannons are. I never said i hate the thought of him being genderfluid. Its not my personal headcannon but that does not mean i hate it or even the people who enjoy it.

My problem, which i cant believe you are still unable to comprehend, is that you are misinterpreting canon and treating your headcanons as fact and canon, and then guilt tripping other people and lowkey accusing random people of hating or purposfully "forgetting" an indentity of a character because you think they must hate that indentity

But in reality its just you projecting onto a character and misinterpreting them and getting mad when you realize other people dont do that.

And "doesnt have a fixed gender" my ass. Like i said if you really cared so much about his gender identity then you would respect that he is written as a male and is meant to be interpreted, in canon, as a male.

I am in no way repulsed by the idea of zhongli being "gender non conforming"

again my problem is your guilt triping and inability to separate your headcannons from canon.

It is obvious however that it is you who is repulsed by the opposite of gender nonconforming zhongli

Considering how hard you are trying to paint me as some evil transphobe or bigot or what have you, and once again your inability to seperate you headcannons from canon.

I cannot say it enough i do not care what your headcannons are. Have them. Keep them. I dont give a shit. Literally all i asked and am still asking is that you learn to not guilt trip people over not having the same headcanons as you that you try to claim are canon.

Do you even know the difference between canon and headcanons?

Canon is the source material. Its whats official and what the author(s) have written or intended

Headcanons or fancanons are made up by the fandom. They are personal ideas and concepts made up by fans for the source material. Keyword being personal.

Im not saying you have to adhere to canon. Im not saying you cant have your own headcanons. I think ive been pretty damn clear on that.

But trying to force your headcannons on others and claim them to be canon and then getting upset when they dont agree is fucking wrong. Its rude and disgusting behaviour that you should be ashamed of doing.

Like what on earth makes you think its okay to guilt trip people like that? Over, like you said, a god in genshin impact. A fucking fictional character.

You think my problem lies with the headcannon itself but its fucking not. My problem is you and your actions.

If you wanna delude yourself into thinking your headcannons are canon then do it by yourself. You dont get to be an ass to everyone else because they dont adhere to the same fictional concepts as you.

Zhongli is still too fabulous for gender, I like the fact that you are so upset over one harmless post from me that say "Zhongli doesn't care about conventional gender" bro can turn into a pile of fruit if he wants, he's not even a human. I do enjoy the fact that you are so bothered. Please write more long, upset rant to fuel the dark side of the Force within my soul. I fed on it

[withered--s0uls]

Hi system with bpd here. Posting this so fairy anon might see this and maybe be able to help the alter and system :)

DISCLAIMER: We are no medical professional, all I'm about to say comes from our own experiences as an Introject heavy system, our experiences with pseudos and information we have gained from other systems who are trying to heal. Please seek a professional in the field of DID & OSDD1 a/b for a more professional take on how to deal with the dissociation from reality through pseudo memories. Thank you.

First off, I hope it'll comfort you that alters cannot die unless the body dies. We can only disappear either by fusing with another alter through integration (a sign of healing!) or dormancy (can be either healing or the opposite, just means you aren't needed in the system atm/anymore or can't handle it's current situation so you basically "hibernate" in a way?)

Second off, this is why source seperation is very important. It's a requirement for Introjects to be able to heal.

Note: Sorce Separation does NOT mean to strip yourself of any and all things from your source. It means to be able to tell apart your source and pseudos from reality and acknowledge you're your own person and not your source. You're not a fictional character (if fictive) or someone else (if factive) or anything inbetween (if mixed/partial Introject).

You are a real person. Part of a real whole. Whatever happened in your source wasn't real and didn't actually happen to you. It can still be upsetting, but you need to be able to tell apart reality and pseudos bc if you don't, that may cause genuinely delusional beliefs and views on yourself and reality.

Example:

One of our fictives is an IDV fictive whose source relates to white sand street asylum. I wont say what their source character is for their comfort. Anyways.

They are triggered by mental hospital topics, especially bad experiences in them. Because the body went through something similar. Nowhere NEAR as bad as in their source ofc bc modern time, but still.

Pseudo memories aren't real, but they are usually metaphors for something the body went through. You have pseudos of being locked up but your body never was? It can be a metaphor for feeling trapped during the trauma.

You'll need to be able to tell apart your pseudos from your knowledge and hcs of source, and then also tell apart your pseudos from reality.

Source seperation can take time and be uncomfortable for alters who are still actively using their source as a way of comfort. Furthermore, if you're still actively going through trauma irl then it's an escape mechanism.

Pseudos are fake memories usually made bc the real memory is too painful or because the system needed escapism. However, that's that, they're fake. They're a form of dissociation in fact.

You're based on your source, but you're a separate person.

Yes, you can point at your source and go "look that's me!!" Just know that you aren't 100% that character, you didn't go through the happenings of your source.

Even if your partner isn't ready to fully source separate, please I beg do not treat them as the character. Treat them as their own person. Don't encourage the dissociation (coming from someone who had their dissociation through pseudos encouraged by other systems and singlets before) but provide comfort to them. Remind them they're more than their source & redirect them if something like being this upset over pseudos happens again.

Harming another alter in any way (typically emotionally bc like we literally share a body) is a form of self harm. What your gf did was self harm within the system. Try to support her through whatever she's going through and if their system is safe to and ready to, support them trying to find an Identity outside their source.

You're no therapist, you cant provide the required professional help, but you can be there as a support.

THIS WAS ALL; /GEN /LH AND /INFO!!

These are things our system had to learn and understand the hard way, so I do feel like I need to help here.

I'm a Varian tangled fictive myself. I'm pretty source separated but still identify with my sources appearance and some other traits. That's completely fine! Because I *am* Varian, however, I am not *the* Varian, I'm simply *based on* him.I'm not a fictional character behind a TV screen. I'm a person. That's the important thing you need to realize to heal :)

-🧪

Link to a twitter thread of us talking about our experiences and way of coping with bpd splits!

bpd culture is well fuck my gf and fp (an alter in a system) just found the dickhead who created their lore (which was a whole bunch of severely traumatic stuff) and then attempted to kill them in the headspace and was thus stuck in headspace jail for a bit. like on one side uh. yes, justified, half her backstory isnt just horrible but even as fiction was extremely triggering, but on the OTHER side if my main oc appeared.... would be hell for me, and like i wouldnt expect it, so their writer prolly didnt expect it either...

but if i have to pick sides im always on my darlings side. i dont care if shes wrong.

-fairy anon

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[fiovske]

idk shit abt tiktok but the ofmd fandom on twt is so fucking EMBARASSING like y'all just behave like that out in the open and brag about it??? tagging cast and crew and what not... what the fucking hell man. behave urself ur not making much of a case for the renewal of a show as much as you're being offputting enough to have ppl never wanna touch it again. ur the ones being repulsive, visiting the real Stede Bonnet's grave and all that bullshit.

please learn to seperate reality from fiction. and please conduct yourselves accordingly. educate yourself on what is the difference between fictional characters based on archetypes and real people who were horrible. you should NOT be paying homage to real life shitty people ho can you not get it through those thickass skulls of yours?? I shouldn't have to say this, this should be common etiquette.

jesus, y'all are embarassing. yeesh.

[rosecorcoranwrites]

Klaus, El Dorado, and The Liar Revealed

Mediocrity vs. Cliches

Around this time last year, when we were young, innocent, and oblivious of the horrors of 2020, people in internet circles were loosing their minds over a movie called Klaus. You have probably never heard of it, but if you had, it would have been by stumbling across it on Netflix or from hearing a YouTube reviewer singing it's praises.

The main reason people loved it was that it was traditionally animated. In fact, it's director, Sergio Pablos, worked on several Disney Renaissance films, and it shows. The animation is gorgeous. The character designs are stylized and unique. What I found the most pleasing was the color palette, which I would describe as pastel watercolor. The film is set in the Far North, and the dour scenes feel cold and depressing while the heartfelt scenes look warm and cozy. The film was a visual delight.

The story? Eh, it was ok.

The reviewers I watched tended to focus on the beautiful return-to-form animation that we rarely see in the days of 3-D animated films while not noticing, or ignoring, that the story was kind of blah. It was a typical "rich-kid-layabout will get cutoff if he doesn't prove himself", with a heaping helping of "The Liar Revealed", which is one of the most annoying tropes in the history of narrative, but we'll get to that later. There's also a subplot that's basically the Hatfields and McCoys, and a randomly villainous matriarch who decides to keep being the villain because... conflict, I guess? Sure, there were a few original ideas—mostly involving Klaus's wife and the couple's struggle with having children—but overall nothing to write home about. The "feelsy" moments were unearned; I felt nothing.

Now, you'll notice that in the previous paragraph, I described many cliches, but I would not describe Klaus as cliche. I would describe it as mediocre. As I said, it was an ok story, but only ok. The problem was that it took its cliches and painted by numbers, which is why it could never rise above mediocrity. A film that knows how to play with cliches—not even necessarily subverting them, but just getting creative with them—can rise to greater heights.

Cliches as Genre: Road to El Dorado

Let's look at another gorgeously 2-D animated film: The Road to El Dorado. This film, too, is rife with cliches: Europeans being mistaken for gods by a non-western civilization, a witch doctor (basically), going native, the Leyenda Negra, and so on. It also features the cliche of two scoundrels going on what is basically a buddy-comedy adventure. The thing about many of these cliches is that they are part of the genre. That genre is as general as "Adventure fiction", where it's not unusual to encounter witch doctors and native tribes and such, and as precise as "Road to" comedies of Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, which El Dorado is unarguably a pastiche of. Simply read the "running gags" section about these films on Wikipedia and you have a blueprint for El Dorado.

And that's the point. El Dorado follows a number of cliches because those are staples of its genre. Cliches, contrary to popular opinion, are not only not an automatic flaw in, but are often essential to, a work, especially when those cliches are what make a story a recognizable example of the genre in question.

El Dorado, however, plays with it's cliches. Most notably, it portrays the natives as normal human beings, which, lets be honest, a lot of old-timey adventure fiction didn't do. Miguel, one of the two main characters, sees the beauty of the culture he and Tulio, the other lead, find themselves in. The "white men mistaken for gods" trope is also played with in that the chief of the tribe figures out rather quickly (or possibly always knew) that Miguel and Tulio are just normal men like himself.

Thankfully, the film never strays into noble-savage territory, which lesser stories stumble into in their attempt to make up for the racism of the past. The natives have personalities, flaws, and vices. Chel, the female lead, is a floozy and a thief who happily joins the con that Miguel and Tulio are pulling, which she sees through immediately. Tzekel-Kan, a priest of a human-sacrifice-loving religion, is not only a zealot, but also a murderer, in that he sacrifices his own assistant to summon up a Jaguar spirit to hunt down the two false gods (yeah, that happens. Seriously, if you haven't seen this movie, you're missing out!). The characters, both white and POC, are fleshed out and three dimensional.

Finally, there is the story itself, and it's conclusion. Let's compare it to Klaus.

Conclusions

For those who never saw it, Klaus ends with a Liar Revealed scene where the scheme of the main character, Jesper, is revealed, and all his friends frown at him despite him obviously having changed by that point. Then a chase scene happens so Jesper can prove he's really changed, then a reveal that there was no good reason for the chase scene to have happened, then the main character is forgiven for his honestly-not-that-bad previous lies.

The whole story boils down to rich-kid learns a lesson and opens his heart, giving up his richness for the true treasure of generosity. Unfortunately, a lot of that was derailed by the weird Hatfields-McCoys subplot, which felt cartoonish next to the heartfelt-ness the rest of the film was trying (and maybe failing...) to achieve. It felt forced, in that the film needed that subplot so the chase could happen, and they only needed that so the Liar Revealed could make up for his Revealed Lies. Bleh.

El Dorado was more organic. Miguel and Tulio, by the last third of the film, have grudgingly decided to go their separate ways, with Miguel deciding to stay in El Dorado (the city), which he has fallen in love with, and Tulio and Chel going off with a shipful of gold that they presumably sail back to Spain ("And buy Spain!"). These are not happy conclusions, as it means a break in their inseparable friendship.

But then, Cortez, the Big Bad, shows up! Note, unlike the Hatfield-McCoys in Klaus, he is introduced in the beginning of the film as an actual threat, and has an understandable goal: conquest and gold. Miguel and Tulio, knowing this, decide he has to be stopped. That's when Tulio—the objectively more greedy, in-it-for-himself, not-gone-native of the pair—realizes that the only way to save the city is to crash his boat into the columns at the city entrance. It's a good plan, but will mean that he has to sacrifice what he wants: gold. But he makes the sacrifice, because he has become more that just a guy lying about being a god for money.

But then the boat isn't going to make it fast enough because the sail is stuck! It's gonna crash, and not in the way they wanted! Miguel, who had fallen in love with El Dorado and was willing to part ways with his friend and treasure to stay there, as to ride out on his horse and jump onto the mast to unfurl the sail. He knows the ship will then whoosh towards the columns and the only entrance to his beloved city with be destroyed, stopping Cortez, but also blocking him from the city forever. But he makes the sacrifice, because he cares enough about the people in El Dorado to let them go, and enough about his friend to not let him smack into the columns and die.

The Liar Revealed: Why It's Bad

Those were the conclusions to each movie, but not the conclusion to this blog. We still haven't discussed why the liar revealed is so lame, and how to fix it.

First, what is it? Basically, Main Character lies about something—his motives, his identity, etc.—for a large chunk of the story, then somewhere around the third act, his lie is revealed! Usually, this means that all the other characters turn their back on him, literally and figuratively, because they can't imagine how he could do something so terrible. Then, he does something to prove his mettle and his heart, and then everyone forgives him.

And I hate it. I hate it for three particular reasons.

First, it is just a different version of the thing that happens in romcoms where the main couple should declare their love for each other, but because the writer wouldn't know what to do at that point, they introduce a stupid misunderstanding that could be cleared up in two seconds if the leads talked like grown-ups. The Liar Revealed is that stupid, tired trope, but for kids.

Second, the lie is sometimes understandable, or not even that bad. In Klaus, Jesper claimed to be trying to spread hope and good cheer by sending kids presents, but in reality, he was trying to rack up the number of packages/letters he sent to prove to his dad he wasn't a useless layabout. How... despicable? Is it though? And can't he do both? He literally did, and he could have said so, except that the movie pulled a romcom and he got seperated from his friends before being able to explain that it started out mercenary and then quickly grew into the real deal. Even if it hadn't, though, like... is wanting to prove that your not a gutless layabout a bad thing? I don't get it.

Third is when the lie might be bad, but it's too late to care. In A Bug's Life, the colony learns that the so called warriors that Flik brought them are actually circus performers, so they have a reason to be miffed. Then again, they learn this on the eave of the day the grasshoppers will come to murder them all, and as Flik says, his bird doohickey will work. Not only does the colony have no reason to doubt this, they have no better options. Get all frowny and turn your backs on him after you lose the battle tomorrow, cause you have no time for such romcom drama tonight.

The Liar Revealed: When It's Good

Now, just because the Liar Revealed is awful doesn't mean that we can't keep having liars who eventually prove that they've changed in our fiction. But we don't have to follow the same tired trope.

For example, Over the Hedge has the Liar of RJ the Raccoon be Revealed, but saves the fallout between him and the other animals for a later action sequence, with hilarious results. Watch Schaffrillas Productions's video “Why Over the Hedge is Surprisingly Good” for a more detailed explanation of how this trope is dealt with in this film.

Or we have Tangled, where Eugene, by rights, should follow the Liar Revealed trajectory. He starts off scruffy and selfish, then slowly falls for Rapunzel and her good and pure outlook on life. He goes to give the Stabbington brothers the swiped crown that he no longer desires, but gets conked on the head by Gothel, who tells Rapunzel that he left with it cause he was just using her. We have a misunderstanding; we have a Rapunzel sadly walking away from the "liar"; we have the trappings of the last act of a romcom. But then, the real liar is revealed: Mother Gothel! And as soon as Rapunzel knows this, she never doubts Eugene, because that would be boring and nonsensical.

Finally, we have Road to El Dorado, with two liars, Miguel and Tulio, who are pretending to be gods to get wealth and adventure. They change over the course of the film to care about something more. They prove this change in a climactic scene We have all of the Liar Revealed, except for the reveal. There is no scene where everyone in the city frown and turns their backs, because that's not needed. The story isn't about the characters earning the forgiveness of the community like in Klaus, or proving themselves like in A Bug's Life. It's about two dudes who are scoundrelly friends going on an adventure, becoming a little less scoundrelly, and remaining friends. In the end, they both gave up what they wanted, but that's ok, because they have each other. Is it cliche? You bet! But that's way better than being mediocre.

[lil-smolpubby]

Mm I was thinking last night and wanted to write this

Fiction does affect reality, yes (though not in the way most people think it does. It’s not a black and white process, as nothing in our world is simply black and white as much as we like to try and make it be)

But I see the aspect of ‘seperating fiction from reality’ as more of a learned skill than innate instinct

Cause it’s something we need to learn and learn over time! Like how parents need to teach kids that what they see in cartoons isn’t real and certain things don’t translate over to real life.

Like maybe teaching a child about something they learned in a game! In a game, they might be able to float down in an umbrella. In real life, they cannot. The parent is responsible for teaching the child that is not a possible thing to prevent them from getting hurt. And thus that’s how the child learns!

I think it’s an important skill simply because of that. Yes fiction does affect reality, but there are always so so many other factors that contribute to situations that people never include. The aspect of fiction affecting reality would fit best in psychology, which is a special interest of mine and a major! So while it does affect reality, there are so many other factors that need to be accounted for in a situation rather than the piece of media itself and consuming it.

But back to my main point, I think it’s important to learn to be able to separate fiction from reality for our mental health. More so we don’t get so stuck into fiction that it completely warps our sense of reality to where we are no longer in it or some stuff doesn’t match.

I am someone who struggles w staying grounded in reality and struggles with delusions. I struggle to sometimes separate reality from fiction and it can be very deterimental to my health during those episodes, hence why I try my best to use my learned skills to ground myself and separate myself to an extent.

I think more people should try to learn how to separate themselves from fiction. More so in a way to where it doesn’t affect them super negatively for a lot of their life. You can be upset by fiction, but you shouldn’t let it affect your sense of reality and how you live. Not being grounded in reality can feel really scary and shitty in general.

So those are my thoughts on that concept, and I will always think people should learn to separate themselves to at least a point where it isn’t affecting their sense of reality in their daily lives. Especially for those who already struggle w a sense of reality and delusions such as myself. It can be really hard to not separate the two and it feels like the fictional reality is the same or intermixed with the actual reality.

So yeah please just take care of yourselves and remember to ground yourselves if you need to!

[bosstoaster]

Oh oh, for 10 Years On, please write a fic exploring how Sam felt when he and Matt were rescued and he found out what happened between the seperation & rescue, and how he feels when Shiro shows back up 10 years later and Sam finally sees the damage the Arena did and none of it has healed even though he and Matt have had a decade to move on from their big shared alien abduction trauma? :D (PS I'm loving & kudosing all your AO3 stuff and thought you'd like to know that re: hair, mused =/= mussed.)

(Aghhh I know, I’m the worst at that mistake and I never ever catch it.  One of these days I’ll remember.  But thank you so much!!  And thank you for the delicious prompt.)

For those who missed it, a sequel to this fic

It had been nearly three years since Sam Holt had seen his wife and daughter.

There was no way for him to know that for sure, of course.  There were the nearly exactly six months it had taken to get to Kerberos, but after that it had been the Galra ships and then the mining planet, and he knew those day cycles didn’t match up perfectly, or even very well, to Earth’s.  Then they’d been tapped by the Rebellion and spirited away to yet another planet.  By then, Sam and Matt were both well used to the mining planet’s day cycle, and so now it was impossible to tell how it would have felt against Earth.

Still, it had been about 853 cycles since they’d been captured, and 184 on the Daedalus.

Nearly three years, give or take.

Nearly three years since Sam had left home, buoyed on the excitement of discovering something new and exciting about the creation of their very solar system, of the universe itself.  Accompanied by his son and Takashi, he’d gone with the kernel of hope of learning about how life was created and supported in the universe.  One step closer to his life’s work, to First Contact.

At this point, it didn’t even feel ironic anymore.  It felt like they’d been asking for it.

Three years of struggle and heartbreak, of losing Matt and then Takashi, losing his freedom, slowly losing hope.  Of holding onto his son as tight as he could, lest he be taken away yet again.  A year of being a different kind of prisoner, the kept technicians for a rebellion Sam supported in theory but not in brutal action.  Of thinking ‘today is at least not worse than yesterday’, and that being enough.

But something had changed, not too long ago.

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Whispers of something ancient enough to be thought fiction.  Then stories of freed worlds, of fighting back, of a weapon powerful enough to stop the Galra reign.

Then Zarkon fell.

The Galra empire shattered but held together by the frames of it.  Where had once been a cold, unyielding wall was shattered and cracked like a spiderweb.  They tried to maintain it, tried to hide the fragile shape, tried to still call it impossible to take down.  But loyalty built on a single figure couldn’t be maintained when they were dead (sleeping?  Disappeared?  Run away?  Each rumor was different).  Now the empire wouldn’t last.  It didn’t have the integrity.  But the sharp shards were more dangerous than the wall had been.

Which was how now they found their planet under Galra attack, not for the rebellion housed on it, but for sheer expansionism by a power hungry commander.

It was also how they first met Voltron.

The lions (four of them: blue, green, yellow, red.  Were the rumors wrong?  Where was the bipedal figure and the sword?) swooped, lit by the glow of a wormhole, followed by the ancient castle.  One Galra commander’s fleet wasn’t nearly a match for the lions.  They flashed with fire, with lazers, changed form and struck.

It was baffling to watch.  Where was that all coming from?  Why lions?  In stories it made sense, somehow, like in folklore.  But in reality it was bizarre.

Once the fleet was destroyed, the lions turned and headed down to the surface.  From the stories, Sam could guess that they were looking for whoever had sent the distress signal.

Reaching back, Matt grabbed onto Sam’s hand and ran, at a clip Sam had to struggle with his cane to keep up.  But he didn’t complain or try to get Matt to stop.  He wanted to see too.

They arrived to see figures already stepping out of the lion’s mouths (baffling) and stepping over to the growing crowd, both inhabitants of the local town and members of the rebellion, mixed and mingling until it was impossible to tell them apart.  

When the red one pulled off his helmet, he was human.

Sam froze, leaning heavily on his cane.  How did- how could there be- Was it just an alien that looked human?  Who could be here from Earth, piloting Voltron?

Too many questions raced through Sam’s mind, sticking him on the question of how and not who?

Matt didn’t have that problem.

Before the red fighter (red paladin, Sam remembered that, they were paladins of Voltron) could even open his mouth to speak, Matt stepped forward.  “Shiro’s duckling?”

Takashi’s-

That was Keith Kogane.

That was Keith Kogane, Takashi’s favored cadet.  The talented problem child that had been the subject of so many of Iverson’s rants that Sam had considered investing in earplugs.  He was older, stood straighter, and his hair curled down to his chin now, but it was recognizably him.

Starting, Keith turned to stare at Matt, his eyes going wide.  “Oh.  Oh!  Pidge?” He called, turning to look at the green paladin.

They stood utterly frozen from a moment, then yanked off their helmet too, nearly throwing it aside.

It was Katie.  Shorter hair, older than when he’d left, but it was Katie.

With a cry, she ran forward and nearly tackled Matt in a hug, sending them both sprawling into the dirt.  “You’re- you’re here?  I was looking but you were kidnapped and I found where you were but not where you’d gone but you’re here.  I can’t believe I found you!  Where’s-”  She picked her head up, eyes wet, and looked around until her eyes found Sam.  Then the tears spilled as she shoved herself up, and darted toward Sam too.  He met her as close to halfway as he could, not nearly as fast as her but just as enthusiastic.

It had been three years since Sam Holt had seen his wife.

But today he had his children.

***

That was how Sam and Matt first encountered Voltron.

Later, when they were aboard the Castle of Lions and Katie started to sob, they found out about Takashi.  At the news, Matt gave his sister another hug, then disappeared into the room he’d been assigned.  He didn’t come out again for hours.

Sam held onto his daughter for hours through tears of his own.

***

It was strange, to mourn someone’s death, then realize they’d had another life after.

Takashi haunted the castle.  

There were little reminders that someone else had once lived here, but was gone now.  A pair of quarters at the front of the hallway, nearest to the control room, remained unused.  A black bayard hovered, untouched, in the paladin storage room.  The extra, empty chair in the center of the control room was avoided studiously.  There were a pair of tech pads no one used, loaded up with reports and translated books.

“Why do you have these just sitting around?” Matt had asked once, picking one off the shelf and turning it on.  “Are they broken?  I can probably fix them up.”

In a flash, Keith stormed over and snatched it away.  He turned it off and put it back, then got between them and Matt until he stepped back.  “Shiro was in the middle of something,” Keith hold him, in a tone that sounded like improperly hardened steel.  Brittle and sharp.  “When we get him back, I don’t want him to lose his place.”

“Right,” Matt replied carefully, taking another unsure step away.  Once upon a time he would have needled that, would have reached around Keith and told him that when Takashi got back he’d just find his place again, the big baby.  Sam wasn’t sure if it was learned respect or learned wariness.

It was still sad to see.

More than the castle, Takashi haunted the people and the lions.

The Black Lion was regarded with a gravitas and wariness the rest didn’t get.  The paladins were casual about their own, no longer seeming to understand when Matt and Sam found the whole thing strange.

“I guess it is weird,” Hunk admitted once, nose crinkled.  He glanced back toward the Yellow Lion’s hangar, like he felt odd just admitting it.  “But we’ve been doing it a long time now, and it just makes sense.”  He gave them a sheepish smile, no doubt aware of how unhelpful that sounded.

Matt tapped his fingers against the table, brows up.  “That clears that up.  Thanks bunches.”

“Sorry,” Hunk returned, shrugging, but there was mischief to his expression.  “Maybe you can try and chat with one?  I don’t know if they’re not supposed to talk to anyone who isn’t their paladin, but you might be kinda close, so you can give it a shot.”

Brows up, Matt snorted.  “Oookay.  Sure, why not, I’ll talk to the giant psychic robot lions.  No big deal.  Black is closest, right?”

Hunk stood.  “No!”  Then he froze, aware he’d half shouted the words.  “Well, I mean, yes, technically.  But the Black Lion is… that one’s the hardest.  Since Shiro.”  His shoulders slumped and his eyes locked onto the table, a weight dropping onto Hunk’s shoulders.  “Black listens to Keith mostly, and Allura sometimes, but it’s not as well.  Neither of them really…”  He swallowed hard, deeply uncomfortable.  “Maybe try Green?”

Pausing, Matt started to draw himself up, but Sam grabbed onto his arm.  “We’ll leave the Black Lion alone,” he reassured Hunk.  “For now.  I’d like to do some more readings on it soon, though.  To see.”

That made Hunk look up, and he nodded.  “Probably a good idea.  We’ve done some, but we still don’t really… we don’t know.”

No one knew what had happened to Takashi.  A year and a half from his disappearance, there wasn’t so much as a trace.  Just many questions.

Matt tried speaking to each of the four lions, probably out of boredom rather than interest.  Sam went along to keep an eye on him without attempting for himself.  Sam didn’t talk as much, these days.  He prefered to watch first.

“Nothing,” Matt reported flatly.  “Like talking to my laptop back home.”

Brows rising, Sam eyed him.  “Then you should have no problem keeping up a dialogue.  You had no problem chatting at your computers.  Usually things your mother and I didn’t appreciate hearing.”

Matt rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as they walked back to the main section of the castle.  The path they took crossed in front of the Black Lion’s hangar, and Matt paused.  “One more.”

“Matthew.”

“I’m not going to try,” Matt replied.  “If I can’t get the others to work for me, then calm, regal leadership sure isn’t going to be the combo breaker.  I just want to see.”  He pushed through the door, and Sam sighed at the ceiling.  And to think a few months ago he’d been upset at Matt learning tact.

Inside, the Black Lion was still, standing in place like all the others.  The eyes were dark, but this felt different.  Felt emptier.  

It was psychological.  The Black Lion was just as capable of acting as the rest.  It only felt dead because Takashi was gone.

This hangar had become a memorial.

Rather than move to the Lion, Matt walked along the walls, investigating the tools and equipment lined up on it.  Everything was in a proper place, some cords looped haphazardly like the person who put them away- like Takashi had been too tired to do it properly, but had at least felt obligated to make an attempt.

On the far side of the wall there was a desk with a console.  Matt walked over to it, paging through the printouts with curious ease.  When Sam stepped over, it looked like blowouts of parts of the lion, with messy scrawl in English along the sides.  On the corner of the desk were no less than four empty cups.  From the lack of residue inside, they had probably held water.

Matt picked one up, letting out a snort. “Oh, yeah, this was Shiro.  He used to leave his water bottles everywhere during training, do you remember?

Lips curling up, Sam nodded.  “Oh yes.”  Takashi had gotten the dangers of dehydration drummed into his head at some point, so he near always had a bottle of water on hand.  But he never seemed to remember them after, so he inevitably collected a small army of them before he finally remembered to recycle them.

Sam had gotten him a refillable water bottle as a joke just before they left, and Takashi had brought it on the trip with him, pointedly drinking from it constantly.

Sam wondered where it had ended up.  He thought Takashi would probably prefer his things stay useful rather than small, mournful shrines.

But these actions weren’t for Takashi, not really.  They were for the ones he’d left behind.

Collecting the glasses, Matt sighed dramatically.  “I guess I’ll clean up after the six year old.”  He grinned, but then the smile fell.  “Well.  Seven now.”

Oh.

Reaching out, Sam put his hand between Matt’s shoulders, gently leading him and his armful of glasses to the door.

On the way out, Sam glanced back one last time.  The lion hadn’t moved at all, still dark and still.

Maybe the Black Lion wasn’t dead, but it was certainly haunted.

***

Slowly, inevitably, time wore at their edges.  The hole that Takashi left was an instability, one that couldn’t remain forever.  Day by day, the members of the crew were pushed together in new ways, making up for the loss in each other, filling up those needed niches.

For Allura, that was taking command in the smaller ways that Takashi had once supported.

For Keith, it was learning to speak up and encourage, rather than stay on the sidelines.

For Katie, it was melding and participating with the group more, volunteering to start activities and keep them together.

For Hunk, it was learning to speak up more, to be the first voice to say what was needed, to suggest the right thing over the easy one.

For Lance, it was putting aside grudges and pride, working as a unit rather than creating competition.

For Coran, it was a comforting hand and a quiet presence, not necessarily words or actions.  Just being there when needed.

For Matt, it was stubborn drive, it was loud teasing, it was refusing to allow Takashi’s memory to be purely sacred.  It was sharing stories of mistakes and failures, not being silenced or glared into submission, and talking about recovering from those problems rather than ignoring them.

And for Sam…

For Sam is was being a listening ear.  It was an open door and calm patience.  It was offering his experiences and years as a way to help others rather than letting it fester.

“I don’t know what to do,” Keith admitted to him once.  “I don’t know the words like Shiro did.”

“You don’t need to,” Sam replied.  “Use your words instead.  Or don’t.  But you can’t live by being a copy of Takashi, Keith.  It won’t work here anyway.  You can’t be what he was, but you don’t need to be.  You need to be you.”

Keith frowned.  “I want someone to be Shiro.  I don’t want him to be-”  He didn’t finish, but he didn’t need to.  He didn’t want Takashi to be really gone.

“No one is,” Sam replied softly.  “No one can be but Takashi.  Trying will only hurt you and the team.”

It wasn’t a satisfying answer.

It wasn’t a satisfying situation.

But time moved on, inevitable and unrelenting.  They adapted, and the hole slowly closed and mended.

The scars remained.

***

It had been approaching six years since Sam Holt had last spent a day with his wife.

He never wanted to go another day without her.

They had both aged, lines to their faces that weren’t there before.  Colleen had greyed and not bothered to dye it, hair paler along the temples and scattered through her hair.  At least Sam had gone white early.  He joked that Matt was personally responsible for each one, but the truth was it was just a family trait.

Ironically, it was one that Takashi had mirrored rather than either of his biological children.

The thought hurt less than it used to.  Time had sanded down those edges too.

Speaking of.

Sam pressed a kiss to Colleen’s temple, reluctantly pulling his arm away from around her waist.  “I need to make a call,” he told her.  “One last thing for today.”

Tilting her head up, Colleen frowned but nodded.  “Alright.  Who else do we need to call?”  They’d already spoken to family and friends, had dealt with their awe and confusion.

Sam smiled, because Colleen still said ‘we’.

“I have one last responsibility,” he replied, pulling out a scribbled phone number from his pocket.  “I don’t think it’ll take very long.  I want to see if they’ll meet me in person.”

Colleen’s brow furrowed, but she nodded.  When Sam took his phone and went outside to the porch, she followed, standing a few feet away and leaning against the doorframe.

Taking a deep breath, Sam steeled himself and called the number.

“Hello, this is Shoma Yamamoto,” A voice answered, quick and distracted, lightly accented.  There was clacking in the background like they were typing while they spoke, and the tone was subtly impatient.  It sounded like answering the phone was a bother.

Sam swallowed hard.  “Hello, Mr. Yamamoto, this is Commander Samuel Holt.  This was listed as the most current emergency contact for your nephew, Lt. Shirogane.”

There was quiet as the typing stopped.  “Ah.”  There was pure silence for a moment that Sam didn’t dare break yet.  “I see.”

Nothing more.

“I tried to contact you earlier this week, but I was unable to reach you,” Sam explained, in case that was the problem.  They’d been on Earth for several days now, and the news was already reporting about aliens and the return of missing Galaxy Garrison cadets.  He might have figured out that he should have been contacted.

“I am not always available,” Yamamoto answered carefully.  “Is there a change with Takashi, then?”

No, Sam was wrong.  Yamamoto had no way of knowing.  He probably thought this was another administrative call about Takashi’s affairs.  Looking into it, Sam knew he hadn’t listed anyone else on his records.

It was surreal, to hear someone else call him ‘Takashi.’  

“Currently, his status is being changed to missing in action instead of dead.  He survived the Kerberos mission, but has since gone missing.  I’m sorry to tell you that.”

Silence again.  “He… I see.”  The quiet was thoughtful, processing.  “What does this mean, exactly?”

“It means… it terms of his affairs, not much,” Sam admitted.  “But it means he survived.  It means he could still be alive.  And it means he lived on to do amazing things.  Your nephew was a hero.  He saved billions of lives.  I was hoping to speak with you in person about it.”

“My wife and I are travelling for business,” Yamamoto answered.  “We will be back late next week, if you have time then.”

It wasn’t exactly enthusiastic.

Sam shouldn’t judge.  He had no idea what this man or his wife’s lives were like.  Or maybe he should try and speak to Mrs Yamamoto instead, who might have a very different reaction.  It didn’t change as much for them, since they still had no idea.

Except Shiro’s fierce, stubborn independence made sense in the face of someone who was too busy to come home to talk about their nephew’s possible death.

“I’ll let you know when I can meet,” Sam replied, voice flat.  “I need to check.  I’ll leave a message.”

The typing started back up.  “Thank you, that would be appreciated.  Was there anything else?”

Yes.  There was so much else.  There was everything on the tip of Sam’s tongue, the worlds Shiro had saved and the wounds he’d overcome.  The fights he’d won, the one he’d lost, the lives he’d changed.

“That’s all,” Sam replied, and with a quick goodbye, he hung up the phone.

Then he threw as hard as he could into the yard.

Colleen stepped over, her hand resting on his shoulder.  “Sam?”

“He deserved better.  We all did, but Takashi deserved more.”

A year of survival, and another year of fighting impossible battles and winning.

All for a pilot error.  All to be MIA.

What bullshit.

***

The sting got better.  Sam’s knee got worse.  Colleen joined them in the castle.  They gained scars, survived battles, made friends.  Matt started to get the first hint of wrinkles, laugh lines that only appeared when his eyes crinkled with a joke or a grin.

They lost some battles.  Lance nearly lost his eye. They learned to be more careful, learned to fight smarter, learned to adapt and change, traded out lions when required.

They won more than they lost.

The sting never went away, but time moved on.

The ghost still lived in the castle, but it didn’t feel so haunted.

***

Until the ghost came back to life.

***

“Hello, Takashi,” Sam greeted softly, standing in the doorway.

Takashi started, then scrambled to his feet, shoulders set.  “Hello, Sir.”

Sir?

At first, Sam thought he was trying to come over to greet him.  Then he realized that Takashi was standing to greet a commanding officer.

Because last time he’d seen Sam, he’d been his commander.  It hadn’t even been two years for him.

Oh, this was going to be a long day.

“Oh my god,” Lance murmured, clearly realizing the same thing.  “For Sam?  That’s so weird.”

Takashi paused, then frowned at him.  “What’s weird?”

“You’re being all good little soldier boy for him,” Lance replied easily, pushing back onto the back two legs of his chair.  “For Sam.  It’s wild.”

Glancing between them both, Takashi frowned like growing storm clouds.  “Why wouldn’t I?  Commander Holt is-”

He didn’t finish, because Sam strode over and pulled him into a hug.

“It’s strange because I’m not their commander, and I’ve never asked them to treat me as such,” Sam told him.  “Not out of disrespect.  I’m a member of their crew, same as anyone else.”

Takashi paused, then returned the hug with surprising strength.  “I suppose.  But you’re-” he didn’t finish, but he looked up at Sam.  There was sheer admiration in his gaze that took Sam’s breath away.

He’d known, intellectually, that Takashi looked up to him as a commander.  And Sam had heard from his daughter that he’d absorbed and repeated some of the things Sam had told him, especially about letting go of nerves and being great.

But in the decade since Sam had last seen Takashi, that knowledge had faded and aged.

It was a start to see it in person.

“I’m just Sam, these days.  It’s much more relaxing.” Sam rested his hand on Takashi’s shoulder and squeezed.  “That goes for you too.”

Judging from Takashi’s expression, Sam may as well have flicked him on the nose.  “I can try,” he replied carefully, stepping back.  Then his eyes flickered down to the cane.  “Oh!  Please, sit down.”

Sam was alright, but it was amusing to let Takashi fuss, so he settled down on the side of the bed and tilted his head at Lance.  “Did you plan on staying?”

“No, but now I kind of want to.  This is amazing.”  It could have sounded sarcastic, but Lance looked honest as he watched the pair of them.  “But yeah, I’ll go get this whole party all organized.  You two have a good chat.”  Lance smirked as he stood up.  “We’re a call away if you need us.”

With that he slipped out, closing the door behind him, and leaving Sam and Takashi alone.  There was a moment of silence as the sheer enormity of ten years stretched before him.  Takashi, even aged by the scars and white hair, looked so young compared to Matt.

“I don’t know where to begin,” Takashi admitted.  “What happened to you?  I wasn’t even sure Matt found you after-” he cut off, wincing.

Sam’s brows rose.  “After you saved his life?”

Takashi gave a small nod, like he was agreeing with the timeframe but not the phrasing.

“Before I say anything else, thank you,” Sam continued.  “From the bottom of my heart.  I can never thank you enough for what you did for Matt.”  Takashi nodded, but his head angled down toward the bed instead of Sam, like he was resisting the urge to hide behind his bangs.  “And now you should never do it again.  These people lost you once already, Takashi.  Matt and I lost you twice.  Please do it again.”

Head snapping up, Takashi stared.  “I can’t promise that.”

Sam inclined his head.  “Try.  We’ll work on it.”  When Takashi didn’t seem to have a response to that but to gape, Sam smiled.  “That can be later.  For now, should I start from the beginning?”

“Please.”

So he did.

It was a highlights reel, full of rescues and reuniting, easy stories to clear the air.  It felt like the most Sam had spoken in one go for a long time.

He was in the middle of the story where Keith’s shirt got stuck on the tooth of his lion’s hatch while it stood back up when there was a knock on the door.  Katie stuck her head in, offering a smile in greeting.  Sam glanced up at her.  “Did you need something?”

“Yeah, for you to stop hoarding Shiro.”  Katie stepped into the room, leaving it open behind you.  “There’s a line, you know.”

Takashi tilted his head.  “Huh.  Should I give up and just go see everyone at once?”

That only made Katie snort.  “Hell no, we’d mob you, it’d be awful.”

He nodded thoughtfully, then glanced at Sam again.  “Thank you for speaking to me for so long.”

“Not a problem at all, Takashi.  I’m happy to talk with you more later, when things have settled more.  You know I love my stories.”

Takashi nodded again, then smiled at Pidge.  “Hey.  You found them.  You saved them.”

Katie stilled, then her expression softened.  “Yeah.  I did.”  She closed her eyes hard.  “I wish you had been there.”  The words came out strangled, the result of a very old wound.

“Pidge,” Takashi murmured.  He reached out and tugged on her, and she pressed against him, face buried in his shoulder.  “I’m so sorry.  I should have been there with you.  But I’m so proud of you.”

While Katie didn’t cry - or, at least, Sam didn’t hear sobs - she did hold on tightly, gripping the back of Takashi’s shirt.  “We missed you so much.”

“I know,” Takashi replied softly, expression pained but calm.  He seemed to sit up straighter while Katie held on.  It made sense.  This was probably closer to what he used to.  “I’m here now.”

When Takashi glanced over at Sam, he offered a thin smile and a nod.

It only took Sam a moment to realize what he meant.  That Takashi understood now.  That the pain here was worth protecting against, even if that meant Takashi had to care more for his own health and safety.

There were scars.  There would always be scars, the same way they couldn’t take away the one on Takashi’s face.

But the sting faded.  The wounds healed.  Time marched on.

Sam couldn’t promise it would be easier from here on out.  But he could promise he’d do everything to try.

Today, that was enough.

Today there was one less ghost.

[darkbluekies]

It's quite baffling that there are people who actually romanticize actual obsessed people like no honey, imagination is not like reality, it is more dangerous than what you may think. There are a lot of cases with people who are victims of obsessed people and they do NOT correlate to fictional obsessed people or aka yanderes. I take BS Psychology and people who are proclaimed obsessive people need to seek recovery and the same saying goes to people who desire them, it's quite sad to see though it does not justify the wrong doings of these parties if they have ended up harming somebody. Mental health/illnesses are no joke, people should not be romanticizing actual mentally ill people.

Hopefully I explained that right,,

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I KNOWWWW

i am so fucking scared of people because what if they turn out to be a complete psycopath???? You are completely right, people should not idolize people like this. It's so cool that you get to learn those things!!

I know that some people are like: don't play violent video games, it will make you violent etc ... and while I do think that those things are partially true, i suppose that it is better to consume that kind of media and not seek it in real life.... You just need to be able to seperate real life from fiction. There's one thing being intrigued reading about it, because you're not actually putting yourself in the crossfire — you can stop reading at any given moment — but actually wanting to be in a situation with a violent partner is a whole another thing and should not be encouraged.

I can control my characters, I know their behaviours, their limits, their every thought, which is why they don't scare me like real people do. But if I had anyone acting like silas, kry, edmund, jerry or hedwig in my real life, I would be absolutely terrified. Because you really do not know a person fully. Every time I have written a pretty dark fic, I need to read, write or just consume something cute and wholesome because it does affect me too. I feel ill after writing those things, even though i enjoy writing it. It makes me wonder why people would want someone like that.

So please, dear readers, be mindful. Fiction (ESPECIALLY DARK FICTION) is like food. Consume it in moderation🫶🏻