#shackles hhhh

[astarothva]

i think about simon blackquill a lot

[altocat]

Bouncing off the other Safer Sephiroth asked, does that form literally have a cuff around his ankle? I literally just noticed it in your post and it kind of has me thinking. Is this a subtle way of showing he's "chained" to his goal? Chained to Jenova? It's the only the only thing on him that doesn't look "biological" but it's not from his uniform either.

(Its cool if you don't have any HCs for him. I don't either lol)

Hhhh I just noticed that too!

Honestly, I really like your idea there. Committed to his goals, but also shackled by them.

Omg. I just realized! It's the thing! The stupid prophecy of the three friends that Genesis mentioned! I guess maybe this confirms Sephiroth was the "prisoner" or the "one who is captured"??? It's the thing!!!! Totally not reading into this tiny aesthetic choice more than I should be. Nope. Totally not. I'm totally not being deranged about this. Dissidia team probably has no idea what a "crisis core" even is.

Sometimes, it's really hard to tell whether or not Square is insinuating something or if they're just putting things out there for Cool Points.

[ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face]

hhhmmmmmm clothing is difficult to drawwww,, i need to redesign my oc but i’m unsure what to do for her shirt..

like. Do i go for something cute? Something tougher? Do i give her a high neck top or a low neck top? Do i stick with the idea of her having a collar to represent her “prisoner of one’s own mind” theming or do the ankle shackles/limiters do enough of that??

hhhh too much creativity.. too many ideas to decide..

[francebaby]

im going to hit my movie quota of the year by hanging out with my hill friend and our newish friends, how are we watching a movie every time we hang out

does everyone else do this.... wait actually yeah. i guess i did watch shows and movies when hanging out with everyone i know. god the brain worms.

it's nice though. we watched the grey man last night and that was fun. i like action movies where its just one guy kicking ass for a few hours. and chris evans character with the ridiculous mustache was fun. god everyone in that movie except the little girl was so deranged. classic cia.

watched the boy and the heron the night before. and last week we watched the invitation. good horror movie. i really liked it, it was almost like i was at the dinner party myself getting incredibly anxious over the awful atmosphere. it was a very maybemaybemaybe kind of movie.

they hung out without me a few days ago (nbd, i was battling my inner demons anyway) and they watched scott pilgrim cuz my friend somehow hadnt seen it all these years. again, chris evans.

we were joking that we were becoming a movie club. ive been telling people all year that as much as i like movies, i tend to not watch anything unless im forced to (ie im hanging out with ppl and they put a movie on). probably the depresso... but i seem to be doing ok. like i actually got through a few chapters of higu? soon i can start umineko lol

we started the movie at midnight and my friend crashed on his redbull like 5 minutes into the movie... and he drove us there. i didnt mean to spend the night but i didn't mind tbh. it had been a while since i slept over at someone's place. the problem was we drank wine and i didnt bring my meds and i guess that combo made me Incredibly Awake. me and my other friend were like wide eyed staring at each other at 4am like "i am not sleepy."

hanging out with them made me realize i need to leave my house more often hhhh. sorry guys.... i miss u.... when finals is over this week ill be free from the shackles of stress and ill bug da group chat more...

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

hi! was the anon with the whole dazai chuuya outfit thing. i went ahead and checked every single chuuya panel i could look into and yeah he actively loses/takes it off with dazai which? is? interesting :) ive also compiled some intances where hes dealing with other people just to compare!

infamous dungeon scene- he grabs it by his hand over the shoulder first, before tossing it away. he also just...takes it off when kicking dazai's chains off

guild arc where dazai and chuuya work together- same deal with the dungeon where he grabs it with his hand so it doesnt fall off but later loses it because of lovecraft (also included the last image of him talking about plans with dazai like the ye olde days just because)

now him doing "im grabbing my coat so it doesnt fall off" thing is just....not in the panels where hes dealing with anyone else. like you would think hed do that while hes kicking kenji but he just. doesnt. you would also think that he would use gravity to keep it there? like he CAN do that. but its just...off when hes with dazai, even theres only like two whole instances in the manga. and now that hes "dealing" with dazai again, hes just straight up not wearing his usual outfit.

much to think about!

Op????? You actually went through each panel oh my god. You beat me to it!

I am really fascinated by this now. I'm unsure, due to Chuuya's inconsistent appearances in the manga, whether this was or was not intentional but either way, it's still worth noting.

While there are scenes where he's not wearing the coat (drinking with Kajii and Hirotsu, celebrating with Mori and Kouyou, as examples off the top of my head), these aren't the same since he enters the scene without the coat and the setting is more casual.

But yeah there's definitely more contact - and lack of - with the coat in the scenes with Dazai. Again, I'm unsure if this is intentional but it is nonetheless interesting.

In official art, I've noticed that Chuuya occasionally does the coat hold, but while Dazai is often featured, it lacks the context of the manga to be able to discern whether or not this is part of some trend.

I love the idea of it being symbolic in some way. I also love the idea that Chuuya touches his hat and coat more around Dazai because he used to use his nullification power to steal them and run off with them kjdfndkj

I imagine Chuuya has to use gravity to keep his coat on while he's fighting (someone teach these characters how to wear a coat properly hhhh) and because Dazai tried to steal his stuff so often when they were younger, it's now an automatic impulse to hold onto them whenever he's around hahaha

...that said, that doesn't explain the unusual loss of the coat in the Lovecraft fight. In the first scene, Chuuya kicks the shackles chaining Dazai to the wall - that contact could've released the hold he had on the coat... maybe. In the other, he just gets thrown into a wall and didn't come into contact with Dazai at all. Could it represent a return to just the two of them and their old bickering dynamic against a common foe, bare of the context of traitors and opposing sides for just one night? Maybe, maybe not. Again, it's hard to say.

Nice to (sort of) meet you btw! Or at least to be able to put a blog to the thoughts you sent earlier, haha.

[lokh]

HEY DID YOU READ THE MP100 UPDATE

ASDXCAS NO IM SO FAR BEHIND BUT I... KNOW WHATS GOING ON

[loserpills]

um hi!

if anyone somehow sees this um this blog is DEAD dead now and frankly i wanna forget it even exists!

so i’m moving to @jjkwoos ! if anyone cares i will be there & will try to be more active as it’s a fresh start (keyword: try) hhhh ok bye

unfortunately im still shackled to the hell that is kpop stan twitter so if u wanna follow me there u can lol

[ikonist]

i agree !!! i felt like this week's performance was a bit lacking i mean ikon themselves are amazing but i think the choreo was a bit meh (?), the drop in the chorus was a bit anti-climactic too, the part w the flags would've been better w more backup dancers. would've loved to see lisa partying w them in the last part as well.

now for the vocal unit, i felt the same. they underutilized junhoe's voice. they could've used his massive voice for their advantage. and what's up w the fire ugh i feel so bad for them the smoke build up within that set :( anw i feel like junhoe really enjoyed tbz and sf9's company so much he felt at ease he was so giddy the entire time hhhh he even posted a photo w the vocal unit he grew fond of them what a cutie

anyways, they'll be free from the shackles of this shit show soon just one more performance yayyy

my biggest fear is that ikon is gonna think pots pans and autotune is good bc of that kingdom trauma </////3 guys pls no just use ur mics and do whatever STAY AWAY FROM THAT!!!!!!!

[kkysolo]

Because I love your writing - sunflower, love in the mist and lunaria ❤️

awww hi, petal! thank you! what sweet ones to ask :( <3

sunflower; share a favorite quote. my favourite quote of all time is quite long, and is one that i have tattooed by anais nin: 

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read? my favourite book of all time is slaughterhouse-five by kurt vonnegut! runners up are the catcher in the rye by j.d salinger, a handmaid’s tale by margaret atwood and by grand central station, i sat down and wept by elizabeth smart. 

lunaria; what’s your favorite fictional universe? ahhhh! other than star wars (despite its flaws, the universe is just...brilliant) i think i’d have to go with stargate or the expanse. stranger things also holds a special place in my heart in terms of worldbuilding. such brilliant writing in all three shows. 

aw this was just lovely to answer. thank you, lovely. <3 

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

Persistence -2

Hey all! This is a continuation of the OC pirate story I’ll try to think of a name for at some point (ayy there’s a name now look at that). If you didn’t catch the first part, the link to that is on that first paragraph.

Series Masterlist

Content warnings: creepy/intimate whumper, kidnapping, noncon (nonsexual) touching, brief head trauma, lady whumpee (not associated with creepy whumper)

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He didn’t even see the fist fly through the air before it crashed into his jaw, knocking him to the ground as his vision faded to black. The other man may have said something, then, but he could only hear the ringing in his ears before that left him too.

Floyd came to at some point, vision fading in dim patches of light and shape. He was thankful just to be conscious right up until his body left the ground without warning, a sickening sensation rushing through him. It only worsened when he was thrown over a shoulder and he swayed in what must have been Percival’s hold. Any doubts he had were dismissed when the body he was pressed against rumbled with that same deep, soft voice that sent a shiver of dread down his spine.

“I have what I came for. Wrap it up and get everyone back on board before anyone catches on, or they’re getting left behind.” 

Shouting from someone else followed the command, but it faded into the distance as Percival ran the opposite way, jostling Floyd roughly and making breathing a chore with the bones of his shoulder pressing ever harder into his torso. It was then, in the hands of the enemy, being taken to what he could only assume was a secondary location, the threats from earlier still hanging over his head, that Floyd realized compliance wasn’t likely to keep him alive. 

Fighting against every instinct that told him to just go with it, he pushed weakly against the arms that held his body in place, wriggling in hopes of loosening the grip. But no matter how much he struggled, the arms around him only grew tighter. Like a python weakening its prey. Or a serpent, he thought wryly.

When darkness enveloped him again, it took Floyd a second to realize he hadn’t passed out, but instead been taken inside. A maze of dim cabin hallways passed by as he craned his neck for a view of where they were headed, but it was all so strangely unfamiliar. Where were they? Floyd had explored every inch of his own ship. He should’ve known where they were.

The thought that he might be aboard the Golden Felucca hit him like a slap in the face. It didn’t make sense, but if Percival wasn’t going to kill him after all... Floyd sobbed aloud at the memory of his mindless begging, the offering of himself in exchange for his life. He hadn’t expected it to work. He hadn’t thought any further ahead than that isolated moment of desperation and he felt a dizzying, fearful regret bubble up to his head.

There was no more time to dwell on it before Percival strode into a room and Floyd’s body hit the ground, rolling a few feet with the momentum. There was no struggle left in him, even as he opened his eyes to the horrific sight of a small room outfitted with chains, metal loops, and more he didn’t even care to identify in his exhausted state. Adrenaline nagged him, pulled him on to his side, but the full force of his exhaustion, hunger, thirst, and fright hit all at once.

Percival gathered Floyd’s wrists above his head in a firm grip, dragging him backward, sitting him up against a wall, and locking him there with heavy metal shackles. Floyd couldn’t breathe steadily enough to speak, raising his tearful eyes instead in a last ditch effort to plead with his captor. 

This couldn’t be happening. There was no way Percival had run away with him unseen. In a few seconds, his crew would burst through the door to save him. They had to.

Tall legs bent before him and a lopsided smile spread over Percival’s face. He reached a hand up to stroke Floyd’s hair, which he shied away from with a shudder.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Percival chided, running fingers through short waves even as his captive pressed the side of his face to the wall, refusing to look back at him. “This setup is only temporary, alright? I’ll make sure you’re much less comfortable tomorrow.”

With a final ruffle of Floyd’s hair that pulled his head back and knocked it off the wall, as well as a flourish of his own long coat, Percival stood up and strolled back to the door.

“See you soon, dear!”

Then he was gone.

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(The Thief’s Halyard, just minutes prior)   

Ray thrust his sword fiercely at the opposing pirate, driving them toward the edge of the ship. They parried his strikes well but backed up too far, leaving them vulnerable against the railing. Ray was prepared to force them into submission, perhaps threaten to push them over into the churning waters, when a shrill voice cut through the action, calling all of the opposing pirates to retreat. 

It caught him off guard and Ray hesitated just long enough for his foe to use their position on the rail to deliver a high kick across his face before scrambling to their feet and jumping the gap between ships. 

Ray cried out at the nasty hit, cradling his cheek, and by the time he looked back the person had scaled a rope ladder and disappeared. All around him, people were retreating and doing the same, leaving the crew of The Thief’s Halyard alone and dazed. 

A quick glance around found nearly everyone standing up at the very least, traces of blood at a surprising minimum. His eye was quickly drawn to Mabel, running over to him with her hands pressed over a deep red stain on her side.

“Mabel! Mae, hey, are you alright, is it bad?” Ray tried to pry her hands away and see the wound, but she wouldn’t let him. She only pressed harder, breathing heavily through clenched teeth, only causing more pain in an attempt to stanch the bleeding. 

“It’s fine, ‘m fine. Just a stab, may-hhh-! Maybe a few centimeters, but that’s not, ‘s not important-”

“Yes it is!” Ray butted in, placing a careful hand on her shoulder, “Here, hold on, let me get a look at that and we can get it stitched up and taken care of.”

“No, no! Floyd, it’s Floyd.” Ray froze, eyes suddenly wide, darting around the ship. He’d seen Floyd just a few minutes ago, hadn’t he? “Hhhh-he’s, gone, I dunno… Thought I saw Percival for a second and he was gone then Floyd was gone…” Mabel stumbled on unsteady feet, and Ray caught her before she could fall to the ground, eyes wild. 

“Gone? What do you mean? Where? People don’t just disappear, Mae.” 

“Just, over there, look!” She pointed to a wall away from the main battle congregation and the traces of blood around it. 

“I... Where is he now? Where’d he go?”

“I didn’ see... it leads off the side, though, and- Gods, Ray, if he- hhhe…” she trailed off, the words catching in the back of her throat, her breath hitching. Her eyes were glazed over with tears and pain, but Ray’s were dark, focused, and intense. 

“It was him? You’re sure it was him?” He shook her a little as he asked. Mabel swayed listlessly to the side and nodded. “Look at you, you can hardly even stand. You might’ve just seen it wrong. Can’t trust your body, can’t trust your mind, right?” She squinted and shook her head as if to clear it but he kept going. “We’re going to organize this ship and we’re going to find him, and I’ll only relent when we do.”

Mabel looked up, trying to put her thoughts into words, but her head spun and she couldn’t think before Ray helped her sit on the ground, made sure she was still putting pressure on the wound, and called everyone else over to him. Beside them, the Golden Felucca was pulling away, no worse for wear but no richer, either. It was strange, to say the least.

When people circled around, Ray did a quick headcount and frowned.

“We’re missing Charlie and Floyd. Has anyone seen either of them?”

“Charlie just went in, said he couldn’t take the heat and needed to lay down before he passed out entirely,” one woman explained.

“Okay, thank you Edith. And Floyd?” Ray was clearly desperate as he looked over everyone, each slight shake of the head and avoidance of eye contact sending a shiver down his spine. “Okay... okay.” He wiped his eyes and swallowed the emotions that wanted to bubble up. It wasn’t too late. Surely it wasn’t too late. 

“Listen up, then,” he said, voice harsh, “I need one person who can handle a needle and thread... Clara, yes, you’ll do. Take Mabel with you, fix her up, and get back to me when you’re done. The rest of you are going to scour every single place on this ship to find Floyd.” 

Clara hurried to Mabel’s side as Ray launched into more specific directions, offering two hands to pull her to her feet. She nearly collapsed the moment she stood but Clara caught her around the waist and guided both of them toward the cabin door. Mabel was so dizzy and distracted by the unusually harsh, commanding tone of Ray’s voice that she didn’t even hear Clara for a few seconds.

“Mabel!” A shout finally brought her back. “The stairs. Can you make it down or should I try lifting you?”

They were inside. She hadn’t even noticed they’d walked so far, but considering how Clara was already shaking with the effort of holding her upright, Mabel couldn’t imagine asking to be carried. She shook her head loosely, stumbling forward and shakily making her way down. Even here, she could still hear Ray in the distance.

“I will not give up on finding him until I exhaust each and every method at my disposal,” he shouted, “and I will not be hearing a single complaint from the lot of you that entire time. I do not care how parched your throat is or how tired your legs are. Do whatever you need to survive, and get the fuck to work.”

Mabel felt faint. She wanted so badly to get back out there and redirect the situation, but she couldn’t think straight as she was. She could only hope and pray despite herself that Floyd was still aboard, that what she’d seen really had been wrong, but she knew that was just too good to be true.

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Next part

[dooptown]

Chapter 157

LOUIS CHAPTER LOUIS CHAPTER LOUIS CHAPTER

It’s nice seeing him and his father interact more. It’s always so interesting seeing their dynamic

Okay so like...the narrative keeps telling us CLEARLY that Louis is gay but...he’s also obviously going to get together with Juno so like... :(

unless it subverts that shit and goes full force with him being gay which...it’s been setting up. Ugh. It sucks cuz seeing his arc is so nice and relatable and refreshing but i know he’s shackled to a female love interest regardless

Oguma brings up Legosi irt Louis again (he doesn’t know who legosi is ofc) but like, gives us hope that they’ll interact together in the story again (which has been foreshadowed too hhhh)

anyway, Legosi putting on the adler mask to save the drama club was really silly. I love him he’s so good. And Bill is so good! God i love them all

Louis is goin to find the shishigumi...god i hope nothing happens to him. Melon is out there after all.....

[ascalonianpicnic]

39, 42, 48, 50 and 54 for Rhosill, Aselif, Oriphio and Lace

Ok! This might get a bit long!

39. Your character walks into a cafe. What do they order?

Rhosill: bagel and a smoothie

Aselif: Raspberry white chocolate mocha and mixed berry coffee cake

Oriphio: Something Aezlin wants to try and will probably drink the entirety of, while he gets Aezlin’s drink because Aezlin ended up not liking it. They split a slice of cake.

Lace: 20 oz of espresso shots, with the mix in packet of that energy boosting powder stuff. They down half of it at once and don’t even flinch

42. What’s the dumbest thing your character’s done?

Rhosill: He ignored the Pale Tree’s warnings about his violent tendencies, and ended up getting himself kicked out of the Grove for them

Aselif: He challenged a much older, much more experienced nightmare courtier to a duel over a sapling, and ended up losing. That’s how they ended up in the court to begin with.

Oriphio: He’s a very careful guy, so there isn’t much. He’d say helping kidnap Soléine for Cayde was probably the dumbest thing he’s done, and the only thing he regrets doing.

Lace: What else have they done that is literally so dumb? I mean, becoming an escort in a foreign city when they were like a year old was incredibly dumb, and it’s honestly a miracle it worked out so well.

48. What was their lowest point? What was their highest point?

Rhosill: His lowest point was when he left Rafe and Allea and the cult they had all basically started together. He left having been abused and controlled, and was only capable of feeling anger at that point. So he left, and he got into some shady work as an assassin, and he made a lot of mistakes. High point was when Tvelle and Canach surprised him with a new fiddle. He didn’t realize how much he missed music, and it’s brought him so much joy since then. It was also a good reminder for him that they pay attention to him and care about him.

Aselif: His low point was when the nightmare court had him dispose of a knight from his own court recently, someone he knew and respected. It terrified him and made him feel even more expendable. High point is his Entire Relationship with Cayde!!!

Oriphio: Low point was when his first pet died. It was a sylvan hound who he lost while fighting risen and was unable to save or protect due to having to save and protect a secondborn (Lace) and a sapling who had both been caught in a turret explosion and injured. High point was probably when he finally started dating Aezlin, though he’s had a lot of high points with Aezlin.

Lace: I’ll do it for Io’s canon instead of the main one now! Low point there was the second time they were with Braith, and this time they know it. The look on Imekaari’s face when they got back to the team after a year was what really cemented it in for them, that they had just been through hell. His expression broke their heart, honestly. High point was the most recent Lunar New Year. The whole team took a day off, and Imekaari let Lace out of bed for the day. Lace spent the day leaning on Cue, which they thoroughly enjoyed, and they loved getting to see their closest friends smiling and laughing and relaxing.

50. What are some motifs associated with your character? (hhhh I’m bad at this sort of thing)

Rhosill: water for some reason i still barely understand, the color blue, emotions

Aselif: bright toxic colors, alluring scents, being drawn in by something dangerous

Oriphio: loyalty, solitude, animals and especially big cats like tigers or cougars, orange and red

Lace: lighting, shackles, knives, the word love, dull grey and electric blue

54. What does your character want, and what do they need?

Rhosill: he wants to be a better person, and he needs to accept that he already is

Aselif: he wants to be safe, he needs to be bolder and less afraid of everything

Oriphio: he wants to leave this whole nightmare court bullshit behind him and become a hermit in the woods, he needs to actually try and make friends with people and let folks into his life

Lace: they want to be better, they need to be safer and smarter so they stop getting into trouble and getting hurt

[heylinfanclub]

Feels like I’m sending too many texts to my therapists for it to be just ‘therapy notes for later’ (we just met tODAY we got a wEEK to flood her phone—)

So just gonna poooosstttt

'Might struggle with understanding myself because I bounced around so much as a kid and not JUST cause nobody (consistently) told me How to Be, so every new place I made new goals for my life (based on the life I had there for as short as months and as long as two years). And now I'm in one place and I'm still prone to Rapid Adaption and not,,,, sameness.' Thought spawned by 'I love rural land,,, when I live there. I love cities,,, when I live there. I love doing things,,, when I'm doing able to do them. When I'm not I'm so ????? About what I'm Supposed To Be Doing' I had so many dreams once upon a time and I can’t tell of theyre still important to me or not cause thinking of them ofc makes me long for it— to work on a farm, to sing, to be a massage therapist, to be pREsiDeNt.

+ adulthood really smacks of sameness? Day in day out do the same job meet the same people engage in the same activities (forever). Nice during a hyperfocus but for my WHOLE LIFE? Noo.... when you're a kid, life changes fast, you go from little to tween to teen to young adult,,, now it somehow both fast and slow. Pushed along by the well trodden Familiarity and consuming Mindless Entertainment, slowed by new demands that keep me shackled to the sameness in order to meet them (never change your job, so you can pay your bills. Never change your hobbies, so you don't lose the people you met through them. Don't start anything new, cause all that sameness takes up waaay too much space to make room for that!' It’s. Hhhh.

Not sure how to address just yet these are thoughts which are different from feelings sigh. *my feeling is simply stressed these are just the words I put into it*