#right before he actually passes out

[ty-ty-the-tyler]

In My Closet

A short comic strip for the MAD!AU (This is just a concept! I highly doubt that this will end up being a series, but I'm too hyperfixated to just do nothing)

TWs for gore and suggested child death

Enjoy <3

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I was *not* longing, I swear.

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[britcision]

Someone confiscate the Kabumisu Rapunzel AU from me, I am not starting a long form anything until my DPxDC novel is done but also I am ONLY capable of doing it wrong

Because:

Kabru MUST be Rapunzel. Mandatory. Milsiril is not letting that little bitch out of her tower. (Also his Main Character Energy)

Mithrun has less than zero drive to do anything ever up to and including wandering around in lonely tower infested woods to find said lost princess

These can only be resolved by Mithrun also already being inside the tower and then we’re into Beauty and The Beast territory too with the Forbidden Room but instead of Cursed Flower there is Cursed Hottie

Tbh Labrumisu would solve this problem where’s my threesome shippers we need ONE (1) character with some goddamn initiative

(Sadly still can’t be me I do not ship Laios in general he’s just not got that Ship Juice)

Milsiril just has such perfect villain vibes and okay I’m selling myself on the Labrumisu because if Laios comes in to kidnap one of her babies (and her broken former coworker) there’s a 50-50 on whether Milsiril just decides he’s young enough to adopt

This is now a main character hoarding situation Falin and Marcille have to come rescue Laios and also his boyfriends from the crazy sword elf and her army of dolls

Which is why I can’t write this one.

Look at that.

Look what happened in like 5 bullet points.

The rails have been OBLITERATED but also it’s just got such good legs someone take this idea and run with it to somewhere very different and much simpler than I am capable of

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Honestly love it when characters are just...really out of it but in a very specific way.

I love scenarios when someone's going through Some Crazy External Shit that's really extreme and traumatizing and draining and they're absolutely exhausted and their brain is just not in the right place & they're kind of seeing things.

Like okay if they're in an intense battle that's been going on for hours and they're bleeding and staggering and are still on their feet with adrenaline alone, but then they're hit badly again and kind of bleeding out and there's gunfire or lasers or magical explosions going on all around them and they're trying to stay conscious while also disassociating completely and when somebody grabs their injured body and starts to drag them from the battlefield they look up and all they can see are the shadowy arms of death before they pass out

Or someone on the run through a forest at night with a storm raging overhead, lightning threading through the sky and thunder booming with alarming volume, they're terrified and cold and certain either the storm will kill them or their pursuers will, and suddenly a lightning bolt strikes a tree near them and lights up the whole world for an instant, now there's fire and water and wind all around them at once and their ears are ringing and they're sure they must have already died somewhere in their chase

Anyway whumpees being in that panicked, adrenaline-ridden, in-bad-shape-in-a-multitude-of-ways state and then something just absolutely bonkers happens and they can't process it (usually followed pretty quickly by them losing consciousness either from exhaustion, cold, their injuries, or sheer panic)...just gets to me

[literaila]

Hey How would you say the Gojo family celebrate birthdays? And Christmas, New Years and Halloween? (I know Japan doesn’t celebrate it exactly how America does it, but I can totally see Satoru just using the holiday as an excuse to buy a bunch of sweets for the kids (for himself) heheh OR they all get together to watch a horror movie and Satoru thinks he’s gonna reader all spooked and jumping into his arms but the twist is that she’s totally fine and instead hugs Megumi because he’s scared?)

Lol we’re barely in March but I just can’t help but think of all these scenarios! Your writing is so good 🤍

“no, satoru.”

“but it’s his birthday.”

you turn around towards him, giving him a stern look (in attempts to get him to stop pouting. really, it’s unnecessary because you’re already likely to break). “in what world would megumi want that?”

“who doesn’t want a surprise party?”

“people who don’t like surprises.”

his mouth opens, then closes. then he pouts again. “but i want to throw a party.”

you turn back around, looking through the shelves. satoru is like a toddler following you in the store, crying because you told him he couldn’t get a toy.

“we can throw a party for tsumiki when it’s her birthday. or you can throw one for me, i don’t care.”

“but megumi’s birthday is next month,” he leans down so you can see his face, glasses sliding off of the bridge of his nose. “i don’t want to wait.”

“megumi would rather die than come home and find out that his house has been invaded by a bunch of strangers. and you’re terrible at keeping secrets anyway.”

you give him a pointed look. you’ve learned not to share anything with him after the great nanami debacle of 2006.

“they wouldn’t be strangers,” he argues. “nanamin, shoko, tsumiki’s friends…” you note that he purposefully leaves out megumi’s classmates (who he rants about on a daily) “and i just need some practice,” he says, smiling at you like it’ll get him anywhere.

“no.”

his face falls. “please, it’s the only thing i want.”

“it’s not your birthday,” you say to him, “come up with something else.”

satoru crosses his arms, huffing. though he’s not distraught enough to not grab the bag of sweets on the shelf next to him. “megumi doesn’t want anything. he’s lame.”

“you should be grateful that he doesn’t want to spend your money aimlessly.”

satoru scoffs. “then how come he calls me ‘rich boy’ every chance he gets?”

you snort, but don’t respond. you will not admit to teaching megumi that term, or allowing him to enforce it on a daily.

then satoru gives you a mischievous look, turning on his heel so he’s walking backwards. “so, we’ll do whatever megumi wants?”

��do i really have to explain this to you?” 

“and if he wants to go exorcise a curse?” he asks, grinning. “we’ll do that?”

“satoru.”

“c’mon, it’s his birthday. he’s basically a man.”

“you’re not even a man and you’re almost twenty-two.”

“hey,” he scowls. “i’m a man.”

you laugh, shoving his hand away when he tries to take something you just put in the cart out. naturally, it’s probably savory, and least likely to clog any of his arteries.

“if it’s what megumi wants, why can’t we take him?”

“cause he’s not even twelve.”

“i was exorcising curses when i was six.”

“and look where that got you,” you say, pointedly.

it got him here, not even twenty two and still trying to sneak things in the cart. it got him with you, and your children, and…

if anyone asked you, you’d tell them that he wasn’t doing half bad with his life.

but if satoru asks, he sucks.

“so you’re going to deny your only son his one birthday request?” satoru asks, with a ton of fake sympathy.

“he didn’t request anything. you came up with this.”

satoru sighs. “megumi’s so hard to shop for.”

you snort, because he’s really not (get the boy a stuffed animal, a book, some type of toy he can build and he’s completely satisfied) but you sigh eventually, because there’s nothing you love more than messing with satoru.

“fine,” you say. “you can ask megumi, and if he says that a surprise party is okay, then we’ll do it.”

“really?” satoru grins at you, pridefully.

(he thinks he’s won).

“sure.”

“okay, i’ll—“ he pauses. “wait…”

you give him your best satoru grin back, laughing when his face falls in realization.

little does he know that you’re planning a party for him (naturally, he forgot about his own birthday, which is a week before megumi’s) and there will be plenty of surprise involved.

now you just have to steal his credit card so you can buy him a present.

[tauforged]

what if they got less doll-like and more human over time, like with the more spirals you completed and the more times you slayed them in wyrm form…… 🤔🧐

[featherymainffins]

Trying to remember where I first encountered humanity as a horror to see if this has a root the same way you can trace literally all of my thirst for fictional characters back to WITCH, but ngl I genuinely cannot remember anything like that.

[hyperionwitch-art]

Please I need new barbie movie meme with Tevrani and Drenim 😏

Oh my GOD I'm so glad you asked--I was just working on this actually, lmao

Tev/Dren Masterpost

[sage-nebula]

Having reread The Golden Compass, it really is apparent how much of Lyra's behavior stems from her being an abused and neglected child.

I don't think that Pullman really intended for her to be seen as abused, at least not when it comes to how much she was beaten as a child. Lyra's beatings are mentioned casually, and Pullman is 78 years old; he would have grown up in a time where corporal punishment was seen as normal, and it wouldn't be surprising to learn he was one of those who thinks "I was spanked and I turned out just fine." (Plus, given how he treated her in the following two books, I'm sure he would similarly think she deserved the abuse she got.)

But there have been countless studies showing how psychologically damaging corporal punishment is, and more than that, people who are abused will come up with defense mechanisms to try to prevent further abuse. These defense mechanisms can vary, but Lyra's primary one seems to be lying, along running away and hiding. To explore this, lets first look at the times it's mentioned that Lyra is beaten as a child, and how this teaches her to fear the adults around her:

The visitor mentioned by the Master, Lord Asriel, was her uncle, a man whom she admired and feared greatly [. . .] He was fierce: if he caught her in here she'd be severely punished [. . .] (TGC, 6).

. . .

Lyra was afraid of the Steward, who had twice beaten her (TGC, 7).

. . .

She couldn't help herself. She tumbled out of the wardrobe and scrambled up to snatch the glass from his hand. The wine flew out, splashing on the edge of the table and the carpet, and then the glass fell and smashed. He seized her wrist and twisted hard. "Lyra! What the hell are you doing?" "Let me go and I'll tell you!" "I'll break your arm first. How dare you come in here?" "I've just saved your life!" They were still for a moment, the girl twisted in pain but grimacing to prevent herself from crying out louder, the man bent over her frowning like thunder. [. . .] Her uncle looked down with a restrained fury, and she didn't dare meet his eyes. [. . .] There was a knock on the door. 'That'll be the Porter,' said Lord Asriel. "Back in the wardrobe. If I hear the slightest noise, I'll make you wish you were dead" (TGC, 14 - 15).

. . .

". . . Don't argue anymore or I shall be angry." And his daemon growled with a deep savage rumble that made Lyra suddenly aware of what it would be like to have teeth meeting in her throat (TGC, 28).

. . .

It was a mighty voice, a woman's voice, but a woman with lungs of brass and leather. Lyra looked around for her at once, because this was Ma Costa, who had clouted Lyra dizzy on two occasions [. . .] Lyra admired Ma costa greatly, but she intended to be wary of her for some time yet, for theirs was the boat she had hijacked" (TGC, 54)

. . .

"Don't want to look at nothing," Lyra muttered. Mrs Lonsdale smacked her leg. "Wash," she said ferociously. "You get all that dirt off." "Why?" Lyra said at last. "I never wash my knees usually. No one's going to look at my knees. What've I got to do all this for? You don't care about Roger, neither, any more than Chef does. I'm the only one that --" Another smack, on the other leg (TGC, 64).

. . .

She didn't finish the sentence, because Mrs. Coulter's daemon sprang off the sofa in a blur of golden fur and pinned Pantalaimon to the carpet before he could move. Lyra cried out in alarm, and then in fear and pain, as Pantalaimon twisted this way and that, shrieking and snarling, unable to loosen the golden monkey's grip. Only a few seconds, and the monkey had overmastered him: with one fierce black paw around his throat and his black paws gripping the polecat's lower limbs, he took one of Pantalaimon's ears in his other paw and pulled as if he intended to tear it off. Not angrily, either, but with a cold curious force that was horrifying to see and even worse to feel. Lyra sobbed in terror. "Don't! Please! Stop hurting us!" Mrs Coulter looked up from her flowers. "Do as I tell you, then," she said. "I promise!" [. . .] "What do you think off the flowers, dear?" said Mrs Coulter as sweetly as if nothing had happened. "I suppose one can't go wrong with roses, but you can have too much of a good thing . . . Have the caterers brought enough ice? Be a dear and go and ask. Warm drinks are horrid . . ." Lyra found it was quite easy to pretend to be lighthearted and charming [. . .] (TGC, 86 - 87).

There are probably more examples, but all of these are only in the first hundred chapters of the first book of the novel. It is mentioned that Lyra is beaten, that she is smacked; her own father (whom she believes to be her uncle) twists her arm and threatens to break it because she dared to be in a room she wasn't supposed to be, and spilled some wine. Her mother (whom she doesn't know is her mother) has her daemon almost twist the ear off Lyra's daemon for daring to talk back, and then makes Lyra kiss her cheek in apology and pretend like nothing happened. And all of this treatment -- all of this abuse -- is treated like perfectly normal for Lyra's upbringing.

So considering this, is it any wonder she learned to lie so well? That she calls herself a practiced liar? We see throughout the first book especially that Lyra lies to get herself out of danger, with the most iconic moment being when she lies to Iofur Raknison in order to survive being captured by his bears (and restore Iorek to the throne). When she can't lie, she avoids eye contact, runs away, and/or hides. She admires some of the adults who scare her (Asriel, Ma Costa), but she also fears them because they've physically assaulted her in the past and could do so again. Later books especially try to treat her lying as a genetic trait inherited from her mother, but it's clear to me that Lyra learned to lie precisely to protect herself from the way the adults around her would beat her without a second thought.

(It's also worth noting that the first book makes it clear that while Lyra has the charm of Mrs Coulter, she also has the ferocity of Asriel. The latter two books took the Asriel comparisons and gave them to Will instead, but that's a rant for another time.)

As for the neglect -- later books mention how Lyra was never held or cuddled as a baby or child. She has no memories of ever being shown any warmth. So not only was Lyra beaten by the adults at Jordan College (and Lord Asriel, and Ma Costa, and later Mrs Coulter), but she was never given any warmth, either. Is it any wonder that she turned out to be a mistrustful little liar? She wasn't bad; she was trying to protect herself given that the adults in her life never did. Her practiced lying is something to sympathize with her over, not look down on her for.

[guhhhhhhhhhhh]

Oh little people in my phone, we're really in it now 😔😔

[stingyslegslookweird]

Fun Kaixa Fact

As I’ve mentioned before, there’s a semi-niche Kamen Rider toyline called Card Warrior Kamen Rider that gives pre-existing Riders new forms. For example, here are the boxes for V3 Flaresalamander and Agito Stagtornador:

But did you know Kamen Rider Kaixa also got a Card Warrior form? Indeed, here’s the box and figure for Kaixa Chaosdile!

Information regarding Card Warrior as a whole is remarkably difficult to come by, so I’m not sure how exactly this form is acquired or if it makes Kaixa any more powerful or anything, but it’s certainly a form that exists.

[lilacerull0]

ALSO the test went well all things considered!! i just didn't know some things about the rulebook so they didn't accept some of my answers because i crossed them out and wrote new correct ones for some questions + forgot to say whether it was a structure on left or right for some things even though i identified them correctly, so they took those points away too, but at least i know what to do for the actual practical in june

[randomingoftherandomness]

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[whatudottu]

I have a question what were Annie's og parents like(i mean she was willing to run away with five aliens to be her fathers instead so I don't think they might have been the best😬) or maybe they're dead and were good people idk

A lot of the lore is actually written by @sweetpeaches666, who may be tagged under sugarbutterfly432, thanks to Annie technically being a 3 way OC lmao. There has been nothing solidly concrete about Annie's OG parents beyond the fact that she doesn't know her ancestry and she's had many foster homes AND orphanages to live in (plus it'd also be easier legal wise for the Andromeda 5 to adopt her if she isn't officially someone else's kid at the time)

It's actually why she does ballet, one of her foster mothers wanted to recreate her failed dream, turns out it breeds resentment and a lot of running away :P

What can be said is that Annie's been many different homes and in a constant state of transitioning between them, a prime example of being a refunded kid and all that, something something No Roots by Alice Merton yada yada 'oh no that's relatable'. Her birth parents one way or another have never been in her life, though regardless of what actually happened Annie will always believe that they left her behind like like everyone else did :P

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Once again, my favorite part of my job is pissing off my medic and ruining their day lmao