#pov: i EAT THEM

[fumifooms]

Thinking about them…

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i love how no matter whose pov we main we’re basically all cheering for red to absolutely eat shit today. red team viewers want to see their cubitos get crushed so they get more insane, blue team viewers want their cubitos to go on a relentless pack hunt and kill everyone, green team viewers want their cubitos to get ruthlessly worse and play dirty and secure their first win. we all want team bolas to be destroyed today and i think that’s beautiful

[unluckedtj]

the smudge on an otherwise perfect painting, and tears of moss

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[newbieineverything]

Wonder if Kaeya thought Diluc hated him, because when Diluc returned to Mond he was so different than when he was younger.

The Diluc he knew wears his emotions on his sleeves, be it anger, happiness, frustration, sadness,...etc.

But this Diluc is...blank. He's serious all the time. Blank face, annoyed frown, sarcastic/tired/professional voice it's only one of those three.

His brother who couldn't lie, who could only be described as sunshine personified who he could hide, be protected, bask and work in his shadow turned into someone who's always annoyed at worst or plain tired all the time at best.

How guilty could he have felt, to be a reason in this transformation. When did he start thinking that the three years away did more damage and that incident wasn't the only reason.

Does he stay up at night thinking that if he didn't encourage Diluc to leave, some of his brother's old personality, his faith in the world could have been salvaged?

When was he able to get close to Diluc again? To realize that even after everything it's still his brother. Yes, he changed but beneath all that he's still the brother who loved him.

[empyreansentinel]

vhs ranked on how often i play them. the list if yall wanna do it yourselves

[lightlytoastedcashews]

people have gotten the rainbow crate versions of the og aftg trilogy with the short stories,,,,,

[vblrstuff]

At his core, Etoiles fights so that others have the opportunity not to.

He wants everyone to be safe and have fun, he has deemed himself a protector. He cares about everyone on the island, he cares about all of them eggs. He knows that people like Fit and Philza and Bad can fight, but he doesn't think they should have to. So he fights, he makes himself a threat equal to them (never more than, not in his eyes), he is loud and silly so that their enemies can't forget him. He doesn't die, because dying means leaving the fighting in the hands of people he cares about, and that's something he doesn't want to do.

He likes the fighting, he thinks it's fun. He likes the adrenaline and the danger (only when it comes to him in danger, never anyone else), and if he likes it why should anyone else who doesn't have to fight? It's why he's a bit frustrated with the eye workers, because he and they know that they'd HAVE to target him. Even if they manage to down him, he'd come back again and again and they'd never be able to actually get anyone else. He's too much of a threat, and the eye workers attacks are too organized to not take him into account. He cares so much about everyone, let him be the sword and shield, let him be in danger, let him fight so that others may lay their swords down. Let him protect so that others can feel safe letting their guard down.

[cream-and-tea]

heyyy don’t mean to bother you but did you know that um. You, now - the ones listening to my idling progress from back home in Glottage - you’re telling yourselves; Val cannot possibly be growing angry over something like this. How dare she? The hypocrite. How can this thing, this monster, this battle-saint, possibly find any kind of righteous anger in her twisted and repurposed heart for the lives of the fallen foe? How does our terrible Val think she can justify any kind of anger at the sight of the flattened and buried corpses of enemy civilians and enemy children, when we’ve already been listening to her murder police officers, soldiers and townsfolk single-handedly in turn? How can she be furious when we’ve heard her butcher her way through the little old ladies of the CLS in the hopeless effort to murder her own faraway mother? (Mockingly) See? You can be sacred and yet self-aware. Yes, I am culpable. I am dreadful. I have been responsible for great atrocities and I will commit a great many more before I’m done. And still - I am growing furious, as I walk through the devastation of this town. Because the wound of Sutler’s Weald is not like any wound I would make. It’s clumsy, it’s crude. It’s thoughtless. I begin to tell myself, as I walk - I wouldn’t have murdered them like this. I would have been kinder. I would have killed them quickly or gracefully, and there would have been beauty and strangeness in the manner of it. And even that’s all deception, even if I had been cruel and slow and lingering in the massacre of these innocent people, upon my whim - I would at least have looked them in the eyes, and I would have borne the weight of my cruelty. If they’d asked me to, I could have killed this town beautifully. And I’d have borne witness to the horror, and I’d have rejoiced in it - and it would have been considerably less vile and ugly than this. The ones back home, the ones who are listening in, I don’t think they know what they’ve done here. The line of connection between the victim and the victimiser, the sacrifice and the god - it’s long, and tangled, and indistinct. A god should not be able to avert her eyes. What a terrible thing it must be, to be monstrous and not even know it. And even if all of this is lies, even if I am just as bad and just as careless as the people back home who did this to Sutler’s Weald… …well, then, let me hate them, pure and simply, for being just as bad as me, because people - -people should be kinder than the gods that eat them. The town square is largely intact. A few burning cars, a single shrine and statue to some goddess of victory, her snapped-off arm raised in imagined triumph. I sit down upon the pavement in the ruined heart of the town, and I tell the dead people of Sutler’s Weald beautiful lies. I tell them that they survived, in their hundreds - miraculously and inexplicably, dodging the bombs. Not a single victim, not one death. An act of divine mercy. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that they were buried properly, according to whatever rites or customs they happen to cherish. When that doesn’t work, I try and turn them into my mother again, in the hopes of making the dead people hateful to me. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that I’m sorry. I tell them I wish they still had ears to become all the wondrous imaginings I had in store for them. I tell them… …that all things considered, they deserved a better avenging and foreign god, a better tormentor, a better oblivion, than the one that was forced upon them. (With cold fury) I tell them- I will find a way to give them something better.

[fogwitchoftheevermore]

Please get into fwhip being malnourished you mentioned it in the gender post and 👀

oh i WOULD LOVE TO. content warnings for discussion of famine and disordered eating below the cut. this is just a very fucking sad ramble for a lot of the time, strap in.

so in my heart of hearts, the grimlands is a very old empire, and it is an empire on the decline. fwhip is the last count of the grimlands because of the rapture, yes, but had the rapture not happened, or had the grimlands survived it, fwhip would’ve probably been one of the last few counts anyways. the last few generations of counts and countesses have been problematic for various reasons- warmongers, incompetent, greedy, etc., and this has resulted in the grimlands greatly decreasing in size by the time gem and fwhip are born, as well as loosing a lot of their allies and trade routes.

they haven’t lost every ally, of course. the wither rose alliance predates canon, with mythland and the grimlands being the original founders of it a long time ago, and gilded helianthia being incorporated in when it became a sovereign nation (as it was originally part of mythland) a few generations prior. they maintain trade with both of these empires, but otherwise don’t have any real allies. mythland also has the warmongering problem that the grimlands has had, but because mythland and gilded helianthia’s exports (iron and wheat/plants, respectively) are much more important to everyday life than the grimlands’ main export, their trade relationships remain, even if they’re rocky. i personally hc almost all of the emperors we see to fall into the categories of “ill prepared/trained to be a ruler”, “became a ruler way too young”, and/or “is the first ruler of their empire and as such has no idea what they’re doing”, which is something that has its pros and cons. one pro, though, is that they are generally much more willing to disregard their past grudges, at least for trade, and maybe to be friends with each other, than their ancestors. so these issues are definitely improving by the time fwhip becomes count, but the tension is still there and he is certainly not helping the problem.

the grimlands is also a very inhospitable empire, in terms of its environment. they live in rocky, mountainous areas, making for soil that can’t support many crops other than root vegetables (carrots and potatoes). its cold, basically all year, but the winters are particularly harsh. it’s generally very hard to farm plants or animals there, though obviously not impossible. it does mean that the grimlands relies very heavily on a quite small variety of food to survive, outside of trading for food with their slim number of allies.

these traits all coalesce into one very, very bad event in fwhip and gem’s childhood- a famine that absolutely ravages the grimlands. it starts because the potatoes are struck with a disease that makes the entire harvest basically inedible, and the carrot harvest is far from enough to feed the entire empire. they still have trading with their allies, of course, but at the same time, a different disease/animal infestation (not quite sure which yet) strikes the grain of gilded helianthia and mythland. this is bad for everyone involved, but gilded helianthia doesn’t only grow wheat to eat, so they’re able to still feed their people, they just don’t have the food to spare for their allies. mythland has more of a problem on that front, but they have allies that the grimlands do not, such as rivendell, who are more than willing to get iron for a new, arguably cheaper, food price while the problem is being dealt with. both of the other WRA empires spare what they can to the grimlands, but it’s not much. they have their own people to feed first and foremost.

so the grimlands, in gem and fwhip’s youth, suffers greatly from this famine. eventually, yes, they are able to recover, but not without significant loss. gem and fwhip, as nobility, get priority picking for the food (which i think personally disgusts them, i’ll get into that a bit), but they’re not unscathed. i think this famine is a contributing factor to the death of their mother, as well. it doesn’t kill her, but it doesn’t help a woman who already had some pretty significant health issues to not be able to access the same diet she had previously. even after recovering, the famine is visible in the grimlands’ people for years afterwards. gem and fwhip struggle to put on weight, and the fact that they’re both as tall as they are is a miracle (and can be at least partially attributed to the draconic in their bloodline, though that’s quite far back at this point). fwhip, i will note, does not help himself in this regard when he gets older.

here’s where we get into the disordered eating discussion. i wanted to bring it up again, since i imagine that’s a trigger more people are familiar with than famine.

one of the last notable interactions fwhip has with xornoth is the nightmare sequence that he, gem, and katherine(? don’t quote me on her being the third person) also experience. after that, he falls out of the xornoth plot a little bit, but in my mind he continues to have those nightmares when gem and katherine do not. gem and katherine continue to get visited by actual xornoth, but fwhip (and a few other emperors who get their own unique bullshit) are not worth xornoth’s time and energy to constantly visit. but of course, can’t let them get too complacent by leaving them alone entirely (unless you’re joel, he’s an outlier though). these nightmares suck and they are consistent, and fwhip starts searching for potential reasons he’s still getting them when xornoth doesn’t otherwise seem to care about him.

his first thought is the fertilizer. y’know. the corruption tentacles that he turned into fertilizer. there’s no way that’s not involved somehow, right? but the fertilizer is good, it’s borderline magic, it means his people are getting more consistent harvests and he knows they need that. and the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, so fwhip keeps turning the occasional corruption into fertilizer (against gem’s better judgement) and just doesn’t eat the plants his empire grows.

but that doesn’t work, so he keeps thinking. well, the livestock are eating these plants too, aren’t they? maybe whatever’s getting into the plants is carrying into the animals too. so then he stops eating the livestock as well.

at this point, he’s only eating the stuff he gets from other people, from the wandering salesmen who come by the grimlands or the crystal cliffs, the golden carrots gem gives him, the like. there’s the fish, too, but there’s a bit of a religious aversion to eating them and fwhip isn’t particularly religious anymore but that did stick, so he really tries to avoid it. the problem with relying on other people is something i mentioned in the original post- fwhip is horrified of looking weak, of looking small, and admitting enough about this situation to get food is textbook vulnerability that he’s not gonna do, so he doesn’t. so he’s not eating nearly as much as he needs to from that point until xornoth gets locked away, at which point the nightmares do stop for real. (or the nightmares sent from god do, the mental illness ones remain, but they’re not as much of a constant problem)

that whole situation combined with the famine in his early childhood makes it insanely difficult for fwhip to get proper nutrition for the rest of his life. his stomach so small now, he’s not able to eat that much food without getting sick. he’s getting the right balance of nutrients, but he’s just not getting enough of it. the rapture, which i think gives him a ton of new issues, also compounds on this a bit, and the fact that he survives even a few months after the event are really contingent on the fact that he has gem to help him. because without her (or anyone who could help him get back on his feet after all that, gem was just who was there) things would’ve probably gotten very dire indeed, with his mental health after the fact compounding his new physical issues, compounding the old ones. he’s got. problems.

this is such a sad fucking rant i went on my god. this is what happens when you have autism guys.

[aroacettorney]

we talked a lot about how the incidents in delica absolutely broke ludger, but tbh, casey didnt come out of it unscathed either.

imagine how lonely you must have been to willingly travel to such a distant land just to see someone who was potentially like/similar to you. and when you thought you finally got a best friend who could understand you in a way that no one else could, they turned out to be something you would absolutely abhor with your entire existence. they gave no explanations. they bothered not with excuses. there wasnt even enough time for you to grieve what you just lost because they forced your hands to fight them in a death battle. without a word, they just simply vanished as if your friendship in the past few months meant absolutely nothing to them and you were left alone again, trying to navigate when and what went wrong all by yourself. there was a mix of burning hatred, betrayal, and sadness inside you, but there was no longer anyone for you to talk about it — no one that could understand it. you endured all those feelings for three years with no one to share while chasing after your old-best-friend-now-turned-archenemy for answers because they never gave you the closure you deserved.

even when you finally learned the truth, you realised that they had never trusted you nor your abilities enough to even consider working together. rather, they took on the most extreme measure and didnt hesitate to make you their biggest enemy all the while keeping all their troubles and pains to themselves. best friends, friends, friendly acquaintances, private detective and their client — it turned out that your relationship was neither of them. was it truly your one-sided assumption after all? or perhaps, was it because you failed them when you could have known better and done better? still wanting to keep believing that your companionship was once real, your guilt started gnawing on your conscience. not only you couldnt save them, but your inadequateness also doomed them to their worst fate possible.

then, the opportunity came. you finally mustered up all the courage to utter an apology. even though they acknowledged it, they made no intention to accept your peace offerings. they reminded, "our alliance is temporary". they stressed, "enemies are what we are destined to be". what a fool you were, trying to save a relationship that never existed. either that, or you had never truly been forgiven. they wanted nothing to do with you. they needed not saving by you. it wasnt a closure you wanted but its still a closure you got. in the end, you were left alone once more, with the knowledge of a possibility that you also might not be able to save them again this time.

[evilkaeya]

this novel is comedy

[cinematicnomad]

finished society of the snow and it was VERY good, like, so genuinely moving and harrowing and touching and so well acted. i am a little confused by the decision NOT to bring up the comparison of eating the dead for survival with the catholic act of communion, ie. the literal imbibing of the body and blood of christ. in real life this was brought up by the survivors, and it was one of the arguments that actually convinced some of the others that it was ok, that they wouldn't be sent to hell, etc. it's also an argument that as a former catholic has always made me understand the survivors actions, in a way? not sure if that makes sense entirely, but i just think it's something that's v humanizing in their debates about this choice—which the movie makes clear was very much a last resort. the survivors are eating shoelaces, they're eating cigarettes, they're eating anything but the obvious because they're just PRAYING they'll be rescued before they have to make that decision. the movie is full of catholic imagery and catholic faith and prayers, so it just seemed odd to not include that? it doesn't in any way lessen my praise of the movie, i'd just be very curious to talk to the screenwriter about this choice.

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

“Jason hasn’t built a single safe injection site or an orphanage in the comics?”

Yes, and we don’t care. Nor did anyone say that’s what we want to see in the comics. Were you getting to a point?

*makes a separate post about how much they like seeing restorative care in comics and mentions Helena Leslie and Bruce and why they like these characters*

[cannibalsrider]

Hi! Saw you asking for req under the bsd tag soo if possible I'd like to request for Tanizaki and/or Ranpo with gn!reader. Just overall fluff/comfort stuff of reader being super drained for a days and not managing to catch a break, which get them on the verge of crying for even little stuff like accidently burning food

Hope it is fine and thank you🫶

of course and i hope u like it anon^.^ lowk apologizing now if Tanizaki seems ooc at all I haven't written much for bsd yet!

ft Tanizaki x bsf gn!reader

warnings: mentions of reader overworking and mentions of reader just being overworked and needing a hug, derealization kinda but lightly implied

a/n: lowk is one of my favs so far and a fun fact I finished this while listening to a bedtime story I found on Spotify about Prometheus!

In a way, you could say the past few weeks had been like watching the charge on a phone slowly deplete with each passing second. It wasn't anyone else's fault; cases had just started to pile up, and I was trying to handle each one as quickly as possible while assisting other agency members when they needed help. But something about today felt like the metal casing of the pipe my life had become wanted to burst at the seams.

Standing by the stove with Tanizaki as we made Tempura, everything felt overwhelming. The hot oil popping up sporadically and the heat of the kitchen added to the exhaustion I felt. As I stood idly in front of the stove, holding a piece of Tempura tightly under what felt like scorching oil, time seemed to freeze. It felt like I was the shrimp, unable to swim back up, staring at my exhaustion holding me down.

"(Y/N)?" Tanizaki tapped my shoulder, trying to snap me out of what felt like a near-unreal state inside my body. "Huh?" I mumbled, snapping out of my thoughts as I looked down at the nearing burnt shrimp in the oil, quickly retrieving it and placing it with the rest. I blinked a few times, hearing the stove click off as Tanizaki moved the pot of oil to a different burner. "You looked like you weren't there for a second. Are you alright?" he asked me. I nodded, wiping my hands off with a small towel before rubbing my face with my hands, trying to wake myself up, but instead, tears threatened to burst from my eyes.

Why did it have to happen now? I hadn't given myself a break in almost a full week. "I'm fine. I think I'm just not feeling good," I mumbled, trying to brush the tears away. Everything was fine, right? I just needed to sit down for a moment, and everything would be fine. I'd feel better, and I wouldn't look like a complete idiot in front of him. "You don't look okay, (Y/N). Sit down; let me get you some water, okay?" Tanizaki suggested.

I nodded as he went to fetch water. As I sat down at the small table, I realized the scattered papers from the case we were supposed to be working on for the past couple of days. Now, I couldn't even give a straight answer if I was supposed to work or not. Tanizaki returned, sitting across from me. I tried to wipe my tear-stained cheeks clean, feeling embarrassed, but I could tell he knew it was more than just tears.

"You know, you don't have to do all of it," he said, his voice like a soothing breeze. "Picking up all those cases… We can all help you, (Y/N). We're like a big family, and we all want to help each other whenever possible. You aren't alone." His words reassured me, and suddenly, tears began to flow uncontrollably. I didn't even try to stop them; I just let them flow as I stared down at my hands.

"I know. I just thought I should do as much as possible," I managed to say through my tears. He hugged me, my head resting on his shoulder, soaking his shirt slightly with salty tears. "You do more than enough, (Y/N). You don't have to overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion to prove that, I promise," he said, warding off any lingering thoughts of self-doubt in my head.

[gio-cosmo]

[caimitos]

saw a post about projecting your ethnicity onto a character and started missing vespa ilkay. so so bad