#so people are so afraid of upsetting anyone due to this that they cannot dare put something in a game that might

[meglosthegreat]

Let's talk about "cozy" stories for a second, and while I am in particular talking about Veilguard here, this also applies to a lot of other media this phenomenon has been cropping up in. Because I think a lot of the defensiveness from the direction of Veilguard fans is coming from a place of what a "cozy" story really is, and how that actually manifests in a piece of media.

When I think of "cozy" media my mind tends to jump to things like Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley or whatever: games designed to be unchallengingly fun, that have soft and cute graphics; that steer away from any intense subject matter. And those games have their place! I'm not out to get any of that stuff, because sometimes what you do need is to turn your brain off for a minute.

But here's the thing: I wouldn't call Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley stories. They have story elements, to be sure, but the story isn't really the point. They serve the same sort of function as like, crocheting - something relaxing and semi-mindless and often social. When we engage with a story, on the other hand, we're doing something completely different.

Why do we tell stories? What purpose do they serve?

In broad strokes, we tell stories to experience things that we can't or don't want to experience in life. They provide a framework; a space, if you will, in which it is safe to experience things might otherwise hurt us. And yeah, humans are so good at using stories to contextualize life in this was that sometimes we do it a little too well, and that's why things like content and trigger warnings exist.

Stories are safe spaces. So what does that make "cozy" stories, in particular? A safe space inside a safe space, where not even the idea of something harmful can reach you? What purpose, exactly, does that serve?

Back to Dragon Age, which was never conceived of as the fantasy video game equivalent of crochet. Dragon Age told a story, with themes and messages and complicated emotions. By putting these things (albeit imperfectly) in the context of a fantasy world with fictional characters, we, the audience, are given a place to explore these ideas without bringing harm upon ourselves. And to take this story, with Veilguard, and wrap it up in layers of soft, unchallenging mindlessness is not only to insult the legacy of the series but also to go against the entire purpose of telling a story at all.

A "cozy story", then, does not truly exist. Because what we have come to know as "cozy" - unchallenging, mindless, digestible - is antithetical to the very concept of stories themselves. You can either spend time doing something relaxing and semi-mindless, or you can engage with a story. You can't do both, and this is what Veilguard failed to understand.

[wisdomrays]

GETTING TO SEE IMPORTANT RESPONSIBILITIES AS MUNDANE TASKS AND THE QURANIC METHOD OF TASRIF: Part 2

Self-criticism and a new revival

Another means of renewing oneself is making a critical evaluation of works and activities at certain intervals. I heard that Japanese people retreat together to a place for some time each year and then discuss what they did and what they will do. They say that in those meetings, things done in the past are conceptualized once more in imaginations, re-formulated, and new targets are also determined in order to prepare for the future and to keep up spiritual vigilance. If such programs are held, even for the sake of industrial and commercial life, then the constant need for rehabilitation on an issue as crucial as spiritual guidance, which concerns people’s eternal lives, is obvious. Given that this is the case with worldly matters, doing the same for otherworldly matters needs to be seen as an absolute necessity of vital importance. For this reason, we can say that if journeyers on the path of spiritual guidance do not join a seminar to enrich their own capacity, to purify their minds, revise their past mistakes and take due precautions for the future, they keep repeating the same mistakes and cannot succeed at what they do.

This is the kind of rehabilitation we need. Because the responsibility we undertake is really serious and great. We are trying to be worthy of a trust from God and His Messenger. Let me clarify the situation with an example: The great scholar and Companion Ibn Mas’ud did not dare to report anything about the noble Prophet without displaying signs of serious concern brought by this heavy burden. He would pray to God for help and showed different signs of uneasiness due to the fear of saying something wrong. He was so afraid of saying something contradictory to the spirit of the matter because of his awareness of the gravity of his responsibility.

Sometimes, one word can destroy everything. Sometimes you see leading figures delivering great talks. But sometimes, they upset everything when they mix a raven’s cry in between the song of a nightingale. People under responsibility can never talk in a carefree fashion. A patient can express certain considerations about his or her own illness, but a disciplined physician with ethical concerns who intends to abide by the Hippocratic Oath—will and can—never make casual statements based on hearsay. Otherwise, a wrong statement can cause much more serious complications for the patient he is supposed to treat. The gravity is obvious when the issue under question is religion, which regulates your worldly life and shows you the ways for eternal bliss in the next world, which lets you gain a sound conception of Divinity and Messengership. Such an important responsibility cannot be carried on without such rehabilitation and adding to one’s previous knowledge.

Those who make mistakes most

Some may have been within a circle of ones who strive to serve humanity. However, if they did not feed the heart and mind efficiently, their level of knowledge could remain some ten years behind others who joined the circle later. The bitter fact is that, the earlier joiners do not realize this gap. For this reason, it is necessary to take a fresh start and consider, understand, and analyze matters anew. Otherwise, so many mistakes can be made without anyone being aware of them. Those who make the most mistakes are the ones who take confidence in their seniority. New ones make fewer mistakes in comparison; because as they get concentrated on what they will do with one eye, they watch the guide before them with the other. Whenever they begin to hold considerations as, “I have been included in this for years, after all, I have a certain degree of knowledge…” they should know that they are already out of the issue and are not really aware of what is happening. In order not to fall in such a situation, everybody should gather together once or twice a year, revise where they stand and reflect on the mistakes they have made. In order to not repeat the same mistakes, they need to take into consideration the precautions to be taken, and the tasks and projects to be done in the future.

[gavin-plz-call-me]

The Brothers + Dateables & Luke react to MC owning a cat named lucifer

A/N- To attempt to avoid confusion, the demon Lucifer’s name will always be capitalized, while the cat lucifer’s name will never be capitalized.

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“Now,” Diavolo said, obviously nearing the end of his speech, “Do you have any more questions, MC?”

You nod, “Is my cat up there all by himself?” you ask, “I don’t want him to get lonely, and without me he wont have anyone to feed him.”

The men, no, the demons in front of you stared, all obviously dumbstruck. You had been ripped out of your home, brought to a strange place, and told you were to live here for a year, and your first thought was of your cat? What a strange human you were.

“We can arrange someone to take care of your cat,” Diavolo said, smiling wide, but your face fell at his words. Diavolo seemed to sense your discontent as he spoke again, “Or we can arrange for your cat to be brought here?”

“Yes, please,” you spoke almost immediately.

Diavolo called for a demon named Barbatos, telling him to go to the human world to retrieve your cat. He disappeared then reappeared in a matter of seconds, your cat laying comfortably in his arms.

“Oh, lucifer,” You cooed, taking your cat away from Barbatos, kissing the cat’s forehead.

The hall went silent once again, before someone, the demon they introduced as Asmodeus, spoke up, “Honey, that’s Barbatos.” He said, a slight chuckle laced within the words.

Confused, you glance back up at the hall of demons, you point to your cat, “No? His name is lucifer.”

Lucifer

Can't decide if he's confused or insulted.

He's confused because, who the hell would someone name a cat of all things after a demon

and he's insulted because WHO THE HELL WOULD NAME A CAT AFTER HIM?

He's one of the strongest Demons in the Devildom, much stronger than a mere housecat, the insinuation that he, Lucifer, avatar of pride, shares anything in common with a cat has him fuming.

Of course, he shows none of these emotions outwardly, keeping his face stoic as always.

And any one of his brothers who dare joke about this cat's name will be hanged from the ceiling in a matter of seconds.

Is fairly annoyed with their shared name in day-to-day life, and not just because it's insulting.

But, many times a day, Lucifer'll hear his name called through the halls and, when he goes to investigate, one of his brothers is cooing over the damned pun intended cat.

Will eventually get used to lucifer and will definitely be seen cuddling with him.

Is like the dad who insists he doesn't want a cat, but as soon as he gets one they're inseparable.

At the end of the day, he loves that damn cat.

Mammon

Laughs out loud at the revelation that the cat's name is lucifer.

Until he realizes now he has to look after the human and the cat.

Will complain about it in typical Mammon fashion, but he warms up to lucifer about as quickly as he warms up to you.

Buys him a bunch of cat toys when he has the grimm, and loves to play with him

especially with a laser pointer.

Also loves to cuddle, but always acts very tsundere about it.

"What is it lucifer? Oh, of course, you want to cuddle with the Great Mammon."

Will either steal lucifer from your room at night, or sleep in your room to cuddle with him and totally not you, of course, but you should be honored he's even sleeping in your room.

Leviathan

Thinks it's hilarious as well.

Though he prefers anime, Levi is well versed in other human media, especially classic Disney films, so, because of Cinderella, he's well aware that lucifer is a popular cat name in the human realm.

That doesn't make it any less funny, though.

WILL NOT allow lucifer into his room.

He has too many expensive figurines to risk it

Plus, he doesn't want to risk Henry 2.0 getting hurt.

Will only play with, pet, or cuddle with lucifer if he initiates it.

"He probably doesn't want to be pet by a gross otaku like me," as if cats know what otakus are.

Will, at some point, sew lucifer a costume that looks suspiciously like what his older brother tends to wear.

He may or may not have been hanged for that one, but it was totally worth it.

Satan

Like Lucifer, Satan is conflicted.

On one hand, cat! He loves cats, he wants to pet this cat all day, and give him kisses and cuddles and love.

On the other hand, Satan would rather his soul be ripped apart than give love to something named after Lucifer.

Will try his hardest to completely ignore the cat's existence.

Has to leave the room if lucifer comes in because he can't trust himself to not pet him.

Is like this with lucifer until he sees him respond to the name luci as well.

After that, you cannot separate Satan from lucifer even if you tried.

Spoils him rotten.

The two are often found reading together in the library, Satan leisurely petting lucifer.

Fights with Mammon at least once a day for lucifer and always wins.

Goes on long rants about how cat lucifer is much better in every way than demon Lucifer.

Asmodeus

Another one who thinks it's hilarious.

Definitely thinks lucifer is cute but hates all the shedding, so he usually keeps his distance.

Like Levi, Asmo doesn't allow lucifer in his room.

Will constantly complain about fur getting all over his clothes.

Has had to buy more lint rollers in the first year you spent in the Devildom than he had bought in the last century.

Constantly posts pictures of lucifer on his Devilgram because, despite being a furry monster, he is just the cutest little kitten around.

Beelzebub

Thinks the name is a bit weird but accepts it pretty quickly.

It's just a name, after all, lots of people who are very different share names.

lucifer's food has to be hidden from Beel because he can, and will, eat it.

"It just smelled so good, and I was so hungry."

Apologizes by buying him some luxury cat treats that took all of Bee's willpower not to eat on the way home.

At first, he won't interact with lucifer unless lucifer approaches him.

Beel is so big, and lucifer is so small, he doesn't want to crush the little cat.

But with enough time and reinforcement, Beel will pick lucifer up himself for some much-needed cuddles.

Before Belphie comes down from the attic, Beel'll bring lucifer up to their room at night when he's feeling a bit more lonely than usual.

Beel will invite you up to his room as well.

Belphegor

Finds out about lucifer after everyone else, due to the whole, being locked in the attic, thing.

Hears Asmo trying to coax lucifer into a good pose from down the hall.

"Oh lucifer, cutie pie, you gotta look at the camera."

Is surprised that Asmo is still alive talking to Lucifer like that.

Is even more surprised when he turns the corner to find Asmo talking to a cat, not his eldest brother.

Thinks it's hilarious, but Lucifer is already over it so teasing him about it doesn't do much.

Won't actively seek out lucifer's attention, but will gladly nap with him.

Beel continues his habit of bringing lucifer up to their room for cuddles when Belphie returns, so the three of them usually end up in a big cuddle pile.

Bonus points if he brings you up too.

Diavolo

Thinks it's very amusing.

Laughs about it, probably for a bit too long.

He can't help it, especially because he knows Lucifer is most definitely a bit upset about it.

Will tease Lucifer once or twice about it, but will ultimately leave it alone.

When he visits the House of Lamentation, he'll give lucifer a nice pat, hello, but won't go very far beyond that.

Barbatos

Read lucifer's name tag while he was collecting him from the human realm.

Wasn't surprised in the slightest because nothing ever surprises him

Is definitely excited to see everyone's reactions to his name, and is not disappointed.

If given the chance, he will spend hours brushing lucifer's fur and pampering him

but doesn't get the chance to do so often, if ever.

Solomon

Has had a cat named lucifer in the past.

I mean, he's lived hundreds of years, it's not out of the realm of possibilities.

Named his own cat lucifer because he thought it was funny, and the humor hasn't faded since.

So he's very amused by this new lucifer in his life.

Will unabashedly cuddle and play with lucifer whenever he's given the chance.

I mean, this lucifer reminds him of his own cat, so he becomes pretty attached pretty quickly.

Whenever he visits the House of Lamentation, he'll hold lucifer until the very last minute he possibly can, and will be pretty sad when he has to leave.

Will joke about stealing lucifer, may actually try to steal him.

Simeon

Like Levi, Simeon is pretty well versed in human media, so the concept of cats named lucifer isn't new to him.

Still finds it a bit funny nonetheless.

Tells Michael right away.

Likes cats well enough, and, when he's in the House of Lamentation, will seek out a few pets from the kitten

but he doesn't venture to the House of Lamentation too often, so he never grows too close to lucifer.

Luke

WHY? WOULD YOU NAME A CAT? AFTER A DEMON?

There are so many better names for a cat!

Like whiskers, or oreo, or simba.

Is genuinely confused, and maybe even a bit concerned.

He's afraid you were consorting with demons before coming to the Devildom and that's why you named him lucifer.

After his brief stay in the House of Lamentation, Luke is absolutely in love with lucifer.

Plays with him constantly.

Wants to pick him up, but doesn't know how to.

Luke will end up getting scratched eventually, but Luke forgives him.

Bakes lucifer special cat treats and hopes you'll let him feed lucifer one.

[fluffnstuffq]

We all know that the “kin for fun” trend is bad. 

Recently, however, the question of “why is it bad?” has risen in prominence, and thus I’d like to give my two cents on the matter. I initially wanted to give a rehash of the whole “this is a community which has been around for decades, please don’t appropriate its terms because you don’t know what you’re talking about” spiel.. though I know that’s been repeated endlessly to no avail. 

Dozens of times I’ve tried to explain that, though I’ve often been faced with the “words change” or “it’s just a game, it harms no one” argument.

So I’m taking a more personal approach.

I don’t know if my anecdotes will change anyone’s mind, but if anyone in the “kin for fun” community sees this and actually reads through it, I implore you to try to listen to genuine otherkin, do some research, and find other terms that better suit you.

Beware, long rambling anecdote under the cut.

It is hard to believe that, a mere 8 months ago, I was new to the otherkin community. 

I’d been reading about and researching otherkinity in depth for as long as a year prior, though it was as recently as May 2020 upon which I took my own first step into evaluating my own experiences, creating an otherkin oriented side blog, and formally taking the plunge into what I’d initially assumed, from fun “kin assign ask games” or “no doubles drama”, to be a trend.

While I quickly versed myself in the original, serious and introspective parts of the community, I had my fair share of run-ins with those of the “kinnie/kin for fun crowd”. One such experience, over the course of about two-three months, forever left an impression on the way I view the community (and the problems within it) as a whole.

Without naming names, some of the individuals we encountered turned out to be... the practical embodiment of some of the worst facets of this community.

They were the prime example of the misguided “kinnie” mindset. Dead-set on fitting under the ‘kin label, though unwilling to do any research on their own. Faking out of control, dramatic shifts to seem more “valid” to genuine otherkin (more on that later). Willing to go as far as picking traits from other people’s original characters to “customize” their “kinsonas” perfectly. 

However, aside from their merely misguided attempts to fit in (which could’ve been easily fixed if not for the stubborn kinnie mindset), the most scathing of their actions highlighted some major issues of the “kin for fun” side.

In just a few months, we had our identities stomped on and treated like nothing more than a game. 

You see, the “kinnie” mindset is not self contained. It is almost impossible to maintain this mindset and respect the involuntary, deeply personal nature of otherkin history, due both to widespread misinformation/trends, as well as the common plague of stubborn ignorance of definitions.

In most cases we’ve seen, once one steps fully into the mindset that their own kintypes are nothing more than a game or an act, they begin to at the very least subconsciously view others’ experiences the same way. 

This is obviously not the case for all those who take on alterhuman identities by choice (ex: copinglinking). However, in taking on the “kin for fun” label, one immediately disrespects the identities of others by appropriating and bending terms with a history to fit themself. 

And once one establishes that they lack care or concern for the already, dare I say, endangered terms once meant to foster a sense of community and understanding, of shared experiences... that person already predisposes themself to spiraling into greater disrespect and ignorance of the identities of others.

The individuals that we encountered, like many others of this mindset, used their so-called “kins” for the sole purpose of feeling validated, for looking “cool” and as leverage to get their way. Because it was nothing more than roleplay and a brief interest to them, they often treated others’ kintypes as something that could be similarly discarded/”turned off” or reset. As if others’ kintypes were nothing more than characters which didn’t deserve respect.

Exotrauma and otherwise painful memories, while stressful and sometimes nightmare inducing for us, were nothing more than fodder for outlandish “story ideas” and “angst” for them. 

In the cases of these individuals faking shifts, they often acted in ways threatening and even triggering to those around them; though because it was just a show for them, they failed time and time again to recognize the negative impact their violent “shifts” had on others. 

They had no restraint, for both their own actions and the fearful/concerned reactions of others were just harmless roleplay in their eyes. (I do feel like..  even roleplay should have boundaries if the events of a story upset the people participating, and the notion that anything goes, even at the expense of someone else’s comfort.. it just gives very uncomfortable “fiction does not affect reality” vibes. Though, that’s a story for another time).

As our experiences weren’t real to them and never had been, they often conflated us with the “canon characters”, like we and many others they interacted with were nothing more than toys to fixate on, change and push “headcanons” onto, and test the limits of.

And because they didn’t care to learn, because individuals such as these continued to remorselessly fall deeper into the rabbit hole of “I do whatever I want/I don’t care to learn otherwise”, the lack of consideration grew more severe.

Those who “kin for fun” may certainly be experiencing.. something, I will not discount that assertion. Whether copinglinking, a hearttype, or merely a fictionflicker/cameo shift. However, it’d be disingenuous to say that it is harmless for them to continue to warp and pick at terms that do not and will never fit them. For every joke, every dozens-long “coping-kinlist”, every admittance of “haha I was never a serious kin”, they all do the same in spreading misinformation. 

As I see more and more people self-identifying as “copinglink, but using the kin title because it sounds better”, even if calling oneself “a non-serious kinnie”, one wonders... why use those terms if you know they do not fit? Why encroach upon communities of bittersweet memories, of aching homesickness, of involuntary nonhumanity, only with the intention of putting on an act?

Why fight so hard, when directly told and shown how “kin for fun” actively tears apart the already dwindling otherkin community on this platform? Why cling so hard to words that are not yours, why force change upon the definitions of words meant to be a safe haven for those searching for understanding? Why paint “serious otherkin” as dangerous gatekeepers, sufferers of clinical lycanthropy, or those merely suffering from delusions/hallucinations?

Because of those who “kin for fun”, I was initially steered away from investigating my own identity; I’d only seen the jokes, the toxic “kin drama”, the cringe blogs and factkin and “kinning”. Because of “kin for fun”, it took me over a year to come to terms with my own alterhumanity, in all of its facets.

Because of “kinnies��, my fears are proven time and time again that I will come across someone who views my identity as roleplay at best and “childish, a phase, character theft” at worse. Because of “kinnies” and the mindset they’ve fostered, time and time again someone steals my memories, my experiences, my identity, justifying it as creating their own version, like an AU of an AU.

Because of “kinnies”, time and time again I’ve been told to “stop taking things so seriously, it’s just for fun” when complaining about my identity being minimized. I’ve been told that “kinnies”, despite appropriating an already existing community, are the “normal ones”, the “sane ones”, the “good ones” who don’t really believe in all that they boast. 

Some have even told me that it doesn’t matter at all, for all they can see is a trend with no real hold over their identity in the longrun. “It won’t matter in ten years”, they say. 

Perhaps not for them, long after their interest in the “trend” has faded. But for me and countless other genuine otherkin? In ten years I will still be Blixer from Just Shapes and Beats, I will still be an unnamed creature of woods and starlight and faded memories of golden lanterns, I will still be otherkin, and I will still carry the scars of my identity being torn to shreds and thrown into my face like dirt.

I cannot run from my kintypes and never could, even when I was afraid of them. “Kinnies”, in most cases, hardly believe my identity really exists.

What do they believe, then? What are they trying to achieve, scrubbing away the less “aesthetically pleasing”, fluffy bits of this community? What good does it do them to take meaningful, personal words to describe an identity that they can shed at the drop of a hat if it is “problematic” or boring at the end of the day?

One can smile and nod and say that, despite “kinning for fun”, they still respect otherkinity as a whole. And I say, in most cases, that reassurance is hollow. You have already stolen our words, you have already spread misinformation.

This has stumbled into rambling territory, so I leave a few questions, honest, genuine questions.

I ask those who “kin for fun”, what is the allure of words that you have stolen? What is the allure of having the blood of a shattered community on your hands?

As many others have said before, you may find a place in the greater alterhuman community. We have terms for you, as well as many other specific experiences.

Why fight so hard to steal our haven, to push us out of our own spaces, when your own words are waiting for you with open arms?

Words change, yes, but why fight so hard to change them at the expense of others?

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Hey bro, I hope you're doing well🥺💖 if your hcs are open, could you do hcs with bucci gang and a s/o getting catcalled/street harassed (only if this is not a trigger for you obviously)? I am upset 🙂🙂🙂...ANYWAy I love you sOoo much Morgane

This is extremely late my apologies but dw I don’t mind writing for sensitive topics such as this one!!! Behavior like this absolutely enrages me and you have all the rights to be upset because it’s fuckin vile. It goes without saying but tw harassment yadda yadda.

Bruno:

- He’s usually freakishly good at masking his true feelings and overall keeping his calm under pressure, but if he were to actually witness you getting catcalled he’s going to go lowkey sicko mode. His motherly/protective instincts kick in and he’s instantly death glaring the person who dared wrong you like that right on his weary watch. Honestly he’d feel like throwing a fit even if it didn’t happen before his very eyes. No, he’d be EVEN more enraged if you’d just come home one day and tell him that since he wasn’t there to intervene.

- At this point he doesn’t even have to do much, all that it takes is for Bruno to shoot said person a quick murderous glare then tell them to beat it and they’ll instantly fuck off not even 2 seconds later. After they are out of scene, he flips back to his usual calm and polite self (the d u a l i t y of man) as he proceeds to check up on you by asking if that asshole’s words managed to get to you. Hell, this man is going to be comforting you for hours and wouldn’t let go of you unless you were absolutely certain you were feeling at least just a little better.

- No matter your response, Bruno is going to pull you into his arms and firmly let you know that he’ll never let anyone hurt you. As long as he lives and he’s by your side he’s going to fight whoever dares to bother you, you have his absolute word for it. Normally he’d at first try solving the issue through diplomatic means but there’s just something about catcalling that utterly enrages him and makes him lose control for a few seconds, let alone if it’s his partner we’re talking about. Tl;dr: dont fucking make the mistake of wronging his s/o, he’ll fucking end you.

Giorno:

- Just like Bruno, but 3 times more menacing if that’s even possible. If Bruno managed to hold himself back just a bit and didn’t let his anger COMPLETELY consume him in that moment, our dear aries right here is quite the opposite. Sure it’s not like he’s going to throw said person into a death loop of despair (although that’s the first thing that would cross his mind), but in that second Gio wouldn’t really be able to mask his emotions like he usually does.

- If it happened before his eyes, that person is as good as dead. He merely steps in between you two, hooks an arm around your waist and “kindly” asks said person to repeat themselves since he’s not sure whether he heard them correctly or not the first time. At this point the person in question would already be getting lowkey uneasy since Gio’s aura and overall presence would be goddamn menacing, and so they’d be beating it in due time after he throws them a cold glare and tells them to never speak to you in this way ever again.

- Akin to Bruno, he’d revert back to his usual calm self right after that asshole leaves then ever so gently he’d check up on you and tell you that you should ignore their dirty, meaningless words and that he’ll be there to protect you always. That day Gio would try his best at keeping you preoccupied and cheering you up since he wouldn’t want you to think of this experience again. He’d put on an unbothered mask for you but deep down he’d still be fuming at the thought of another person just...insulting someone like that. Not only a random someone, but HIS beloved.

Abbacchio:

- Straight up shoves his fist in front of their face, I ain’t even joking. The second he hears them whistling and saying some dumb dirty shit he’s instantly walking over to them whilst seeing fucking red and asking if they have a problem with HIS partner. As said person would desperately try explaining themselves, Abbacchio would merely scowl then threaten to beat the fuck out of them if they don’t fuck outta here in the next 3 seconds.

- He’d be highkey scary threatening that person like that but would then try calming himself down in order to be able to actually think rationally again and check up on you. By the time he’d walk over you and grab your shoulders whilst asking if you’re alright, poor Abba would still be breathing heavily, his cheeks tinted red from the previous intense anger episode. He’d immediately escort you away from the place where the harassment happened as he’d keep reassuring you that you’re safe now with him here.

- That day Abba would keep replaying that episode inside his head over and over because he simply cannot understand how someone could just speak to a stranger in such a horrible way, and the thought of you getting insulted like that is enough to send him into a fit of anger, let alone if you were actually touched by said person. He’s absolutely ready to square up for you 25/8 and, although he’s not the best with words, he’s going to make sure that you’re feeling better and would keep cuddling and comforting you for as long as you need in an attempt to make you forget about the incident.

Mista:

- Makes a damn scene and rightfully so. He’s already a very touchy guy even in public, so the fact that the person in question clearly saw the both of you together and STILL decided to hit on you absolutely enrages him. Hell, even if you were alone what do they think gives them the right to talk to someone else like that??? Mista cannot wrap his head around it and at this point he doesn’t even try to anymore, he’s full on f u m i n g. He already took on some fuckers that were harassing a poor woman in the past and will gladly do it again for his partner.

- Whether he was there when it happened or not, you bet your ass that Mista is going to go on a rant and insult that person’s entire bloodline, mostly using italian curse words of course. He’d hate himself for not being there to properly protect you if it happened when you were alone, but if we’re talking about him actually WITNESSING that scene then it’s game fucking o v e r. Mista would just go like “O I” then waltz towards that rude ass with his fist clenched and brows tightly knitted together in sheer anger. He’d be screaming his ass off at that person telling them to never get near you again, calling them out on their bs right in front of everyone else on the damn street.

- He wouldn’t be afraid to legit fight them whilst everyone was watching either so you’d most likely have to drag his ass away from there or else he’d end up fucking killing them or something. Mista would need some time to come down from his rage episode but when he does he’s going to be apologizing over and over for his outburst, quite literally crushing you into his arms afterwards and trying not to fucking cry whilst telling you how much he loves you and how he’s going to beat up anyone else that tries wronging you like that again. Expect him to be EVEN more clingy than usual for the next few hours as well since he can get v e r y protective over you.

Fugo:

- As expected, probably the one that erupts the worst. If you thought Mista and Abbacchio threw a scene honey you ain’t seen s h i t. The second he hears that person call out to you in an insulting way he’s violently whipping his head around towards them, his jaw clenched and hands trembling with anger. In that second said person knows they F U C K E D U P because Fugo starts screaming his ass off and calling them all sorts of colorful insults.

- Just like in Mista’s case you’d have to hold him down or else he can and WILL kill them. Fugo has absolutely 0 patience and regard for people that do this also because of personal reasons, so it would almost be ptsd inducing for the poor man. Not only would he be utterly enraged with such behavior directed at a total stranger (who also happened to be his beloved mind you), but it would also remind him of some past experiences he wished he could forget. 

- Afterwards Fugo will be unusually clingy and significantly more open with his feelings, telling you over and over how he’ll stop at nothing to protect you and constantly expressing his love for you through gentle touches and soft words. He’s normally extremely shy when it comes to showing affection, but after this he’d feel an overwhelming need to be there for you and comfort you through your distress, swearing that he’ll protect you no matter what and that you shouldn’t care for such heinous comments coming from an uneducated rude ass.

Narancia:

- At first is flabbergasted and tries to process what that person just said. Did he hear that right?? Are they really serious?? Did they really just dare to mess with Y O U???? That’s it, Narancia is angrily stomping towards the scene, throwing an arm around your shoulders whilst straight up bullying your harasser for their disgusting behavior. Now if said person tries mocking him that would be their last mistake because Narancia can and WILL throw goddamn fists regardless of who’s watching.

- He’ll tell off anyone that bothered you then smother you in hugs and spoil you with anything you wanted in an attempt to cheer you up. He’s also a surprisingly good listener so you can pretty much pour your heart out at him for he will sit through it all then proceed to comfort and hug you plenty. He may be smol but Narancia has no fear of fighting for his close ones, so he’ll let you know that whenever someone else starts bs you should immediately call him.

- He doesn’t like dwelling in the negative feelings and will instruct you on doing the same. Basically, he’ll try getting your mind off of things to the best of his abilities and is going to constantly be encouraging and reassuring you. Narancia is pretty much a walking serotonin machine who will be your emotional support human as well as your “bodyguard” because he really likes to pride himself in protecting and keeping you safe.

[ibijau]

Worst engagement AU // on AO3 (though I’ll likely only post this chapter there tomorrow)

Set not very long after lwj and nhs silently bonding over bunnies. gonna blame @denira whose tags on the aforementioned chapter inspired me :D

Lan Qiren is busy today, so it is Lan Xichen who supervises Lan Wangji's guqin practice. It is what Lan Wangji prefers, although he knows better than to say it. Lan Qiren is more experienced, more skilled, and this is the superior teacher. But Lan Xichen is kinder when his brother makes a mistake, preferring to encourage rather than scold, so Lan Wangji is weak and prefers him.

When the lesson is over, Lan Xichen praises his brother for how well he did while Lan Wangji goes to carefully put away his guqin. When he comes back, he finds Lan Xichen looking at something on his desk. He was supposed to tidy it earlier, but got distracted. It is irresponsible of him, and if Lan Qiren were here, he would scold his nephew.

Lan Wangji is really glad it was his brother with him today.

“Wanji, this painting is very good,” Lan Xichen remarks, picking up something from the desk. “When did you make it?”

Considering he has not painted in a while, the question takes Lan Wangji by surprise. He cannot think of any recent work he might not have yet shown his brother. The mystery is quickly lifted when he comes closer and finds his brother holding the painting that Nie Huaisang gave him. Lan Xichen is right to call it good, of course, and Lan Wangji knows he should immediately disperse the misunderstanding that it is his own work.

Lan Wangji knows, also, that his brother is not very impressed by Nie Huaisang's skills. He cannot be blamed. Nie Huaisang is a very poor cultivator who doesn't even have a golden core yet, and Lan Wangji understands that in the world they live in, that is unforgivable for someone from such a prestigious sect as Qinghe Nie. Until recently, Lan Wangji simply agreed with his brother's disappointment, mostly due to never interacting with the other boy himself.

But since then there's been that afternoon with the rabbits, and Lan Wangji feels a little more positively toward his future brother-in-law. After all, Nie Huaisang didn't try to force him into tedious conversation as most people do, didn't tease him for his enjoyment of rabbits as other children did when he was younger. And, of course, Nie Huaisang gave him that beautiful painting where the rabbits look as if they might just hop from the page and started frolicking around.

Nie Huaisang doesn't look like much, but there might be more to him than can be seen on the surface.

“Brother thinks it's good?” Lan Wangji asks.

Lying by omission or implication is wrong. He'll have to be punished for it later. Handstands perhaps. But since Nie Huaisang gave him a gift, Lan Wangji feels like giving one in return.

“It's excellent,” Lan Xichen assures him, unable to take his eyes off the painting and smiling with open admiration. “I didn't know you had progressed so much! The lines flow beautifully, you're making them look relaxed and yet still ready to stir at the first noise... and the shading is simple but very good, it really brings them to life. Their shape is good too, very true to life, I particularly like their eyes and noses. Wangji, I think this is better than most of what I've done recently.”

Since Lan Wangji has little taste for pictorial arts, he doesn't care too much that this praise is not directed at his actual work. He only paints because it's what a man of good education must do. But he has seen how Nie Huaisang looked when he was painting, and knows his future brother-in-law must feel differently.

Usually Nie Huaisang always looks like he's about to cry if someone so much as looks his way, but that afternoon he was so focused that nothing seemed to touch him. Lan Wangji is half sure that if he hadn't been there to be the reasonable one, Nie Huaisang would have stayed painting until the very last ray of sunlight, perhaps even after night fell if the moon was bright enough. Everyone says he's lazy, but clearly that's not what's the problem with him.

“Nie Huaisang gifted me this painting,” Lan Wangji announces. “He made it himself.”

The silence that follows is to be expected. Since Lan Xichen has a low opinion of Nie Huaisang, it is normal for him to be surprised by the skill his fiancé hides under all that shyness. But after seeing what Nie Huaisang is capable of, it is obvious that Lan Xichen will have to rethink his position. There is no shame in being wrong, only in refusing to learn from it, the rules say.

“He lied to you,” Lan Xichen says without hesitation.

“He did not,” Lan Wangji calmly protests. “I saw him paint it.”

“I did not know you ever spent time with him,” Lan Xichen remarks, now inspecting the painting more critically, as if trying to find faults in it. “I suppose he might have painted it. The composition isn't very good, and the proportions of those poor rabbits is laughable. If they really looked this fat, they'd have ended up as a fox's dinner already.”

Lan Wangji stares at his brother, shocked by the sudden change.

“Brother said the painting was excellent. Was that a lie?”

“It is better than what you usually do,” Lan Xichen concedes, though it seems to pain him to say even this. “I was trying to encourage you. I know this is not an art you favour.”

“Brother said this was better than his own work.”

For some reason, Lan Xichen's entire face turns red at having his own words thrown back at him. He looks.

He looks angry.

Lan Wangji feels baffled.

If it were him in his brother's place, he'd be relieved to find that his fiancé isn't completely useless. In fact, his biggest hope for the future is that whoever his uncle and father pick for him to marry will be someone musically inclined, like him, so that they can at least have one thing in common. Since Lan Xichen enjoys painting a great deal, he should be glad to discover that it is a passion that Nie Huaisang shares, and that he shares it well.

“He must have copied it from somewhere,” Lan Xichen announces. “From memory perhaps, but there is no way Nie Huaisang made something like that on his own. Mingjue has told me that his brother and him have had little training in non martial arts, and it is simply impossible for someone self-taught to make something like this without help. I'm afraid he fooled you, Wangji.”

This conversation is starting to be upsetting, Lan Wangji decides.

Not because he thinks he was fooled. He was there, he saw the rabbits in that exact position, with the exact markings that Nie Huaisang depicted. There is no doubt that the work is entirely due to Nie Huaisang's skill.

What is upsetting, then, is to see his brother so unbending in his dislike of his fiancé. Coming from someone else, it would be understandable. Most people are petty, Lan Wangji has found out. But his brother has always been a model of virtue to him, always patient and kind and willing to give everyone a chance. In all of Lan Wangji's life, he has never seen his brother dislike someone so strongly. Even with Jin Zixun, who Lan Wangji wants to silence every time he opens his mouth, Lan Xichen manages to stay patient and polite.

Everyone has to dislike someone, it is only human, but out of every person they have met, Lan Wangji can't fathom why his brother has decided to dislike Nie Huaisang. It's like disliking a shrub or a rabbit. One can do it, and it is easy to take one's anger on it, but what good does it do anyone to hate something that can't defend itself?

It is odd for Lan Xichen to be so unreasonable.

“Did Nie Huaisang offend brother?” Lan Wangji careful asks.

That too sounds odd, if only because Nie Huaisang is so meek and shy that it seems unlikely he'd talk enough to ever insult anyone. And still, Lan Xichen frowns at the question, his expression turning darker.

“Why are you so interested in Nie Huaisang all of a sudden? You've never seemed to notice him before when he visited.”

“I like the painting,” Lan Wangji replies which wasn't exactly untrue, even if it isn't the entire truth. It was nice, that afternoon. Most guest disciples are too rowdy for his tastes, or them move in large groups that he doesn't want to deal with. As for Lan disciples, of course they are quiet, but most of them are a little scared of him for his connection to Lan Qiren and the sect leader. Besides, whenever he's tried to mention his interest in anything but cultivation, and especially in rabbits, they always look at him as if he's grown a second head.

But Nie Huaisang was quiet, and he  liked the rabbits enough to paint them.

“Nie Huaisang seems nice,” Lan Wangji says, feeling very daring for going against his brother's opinion. Maybe this is the start of that rebellious phase that Lan Qiren always seems to worry about.

Lan Xichen shoots him a surprised look.

“Is one mediocre painting really all it takes to buy your friendship, Wangji?”

“It's a good painting,” Lan Wangji points out. Then, after some consideration and for the sake of honesty, he adds: “We are not friends. But he is nice. I do not mind that he will join the family.”

This time, there's definitely a hint of wilful rebellion to his words. Lan Wangji knows it's wrong, that he must respect his elders, and Lan Xichen does count as an elder even if there's just a few years between them.

But really, it's not his fault that Lan Xichen is so unreasonable.

“I see you've decided to be difficult today,” Lan Xichen has the galls to say. “If you want to pity Nie Huaisang, go ahead I suppose. Good luck with getting him to say more than two words at once.”

Lan Wangji nods. Nie Huaisang is quiet. That is the nice thing about him. He also doesn't seem to have any expectations about Lan Wangji, never once bothering him since that afternoon with the rabbits, never seeking him out.

Lan Wangji likes it when people are quiet and don't bother him.

“I'll see you at dinner,” Lan Xichen announces, dropping the painting as if it is a particularly disgusting thing. “I hope you're less contradictory by then.”

Lan Wangji watches him go, still a little baffled that his brother somehow found something to hate in a person as bland and innocuous as Nie Huaisang. Then, when he is alone, he picks up the painting and carefully puts it away.

After all, as Lan Xichen himself said, it's an excellent painting, and must be treated accordingly.

[ajokeformur-ray]

Arthur will love you. But what he won’t do is coddle you when you’re tired and need some TLC. That’s on his terms. His character is etched with severe mental illness and a repugnance towards a lot of people. Perhaps not towards you, but for the majority. My two cents is that he shows his appreciation in indirect ways. He’ll actually try to make you laugh and behave like a gentleman. Other times, though, he’s a handful little shit that likes to be chased lol

Hi, darling!💖

I’ll be honest, I very nearly didn’t respond to this because some of it is so different to how I view Arthur. However, I consider myself to be someone who is open minded, and I strive to have a blog which enables everyone to have a voice, whether or not I agree with them, so for this reasoning I went ahead. I’m a bit nervous about responding (this is a reflection of me and not you, nonnie!) so I apologise if my tone comes across as anything less than my standard.

I strongly agree with the first sentence, for one thing. I don’t say this as a self-shipper or as someone who loves Arthur, I say this because in his journal he has things written such as “where’s my one and only who understands me” and “I want someone in my space but not all alone” (heavily paraphrased, I can’t remember the exact quotes), which suggests to me that he does yearn to love and to be loved for who he truly is. With this in mind, I do think sometimes he would take extra care with his partner. I don’t think he’d coddle them, necessarily, because I wouldn’t appreciate being coddled if I was tired (I’m grumpy when I’m tired; just cuddle me or leave me alone) so I imagine others wouldn’t appreciate that either, but it can take a great deal of patience to look after an elderly person. Arthur clearly has patience with Penny (though he does show irritation and microaggressions, like when he shushed her when Thomas Wayne’s was on the television), so it stands to reason that he’d have more tenderness and more patience with a romantic partner.

There’s no denying that Arthur is severely mentally ill, though there’s no confirmation in canon (as far as I’m aware) as to what he was diagnosed with, but I can’t think of a moment in canon where he shows repugnance towards someone else. When I say this, I’m not including his segment on the Murray Show at the end of the film, or the scene at the end in Arkham, I’m purely talking about Arthur before he transitions into Joker (he is the same man but I hope that you know what I mean). When he’s taking care of Penny, he’s tender and so gentle I could cry. He caresses her cheeks, makes sure she eats, and while he does put medications in her food which lead to her having a stroke due to withdrawal symptoms, I also believe that he had good intentions. He takes care of her even when he is exhausted, and that, at least for me, speaks volumes as to his character.

I do agree that there will be times, and some of them to be more often than not, where Arthur would be less than what you need him to be. He has so much on his plate; his full time job (fifty-nine hours a week, which is almost twenty hours over what’s legal, at least in the UK), his therapy, his journal, his active pursuing of his career as a stand up comedian, his mental illnesses... Arthur is exhausted and he does his best, I believe. There would definitely be times in which Arthur is less than ideal as a partner, but then there would be times where his partner is less than what Arthur needs; the give and take equation of a relationship is different every day and one person has to give or take more on any given day. This is good and normal so long as the reverse is equally true. Arthur definitely has his moments of being cold or angry, but overall I think that he would do his best in the moment (sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less) to show that he cares.

I also agree that he would show his appreciation for his partner in indirect ways. Due to his social isolation, Arthur lacks the social cues which most others take for granted, and there are very definitely problematic behaviours which he displays in canon, such as stalking, but I believe that this stems from that social isolation - no one bothered to teach him how one should interact with others in certain situations. All he has to go on are the old films he watches in the evenings and observations he makes. Arthur is emotionally intelligent and he shows awareness that he’s being creepy, but he can’t help himself. I’m not saying this to excuse or condone his actions, but I’m trying to offer some evidence within the canonical context. If his partner was patient and persistent, one could arguably... not change Arthur, but at the very least offer Arthur more of an awareness of how to act and of how to be around other people. Love cannot ‘cure’ or ‘fix’ people, but in my opinion Arthur doesn’t need those things; I love him just as he is. Love would aid him and help him, I think, and he would show his appreciation in ways which, if you’re not looking for them, you would miss them. For example, I have night lights because I’m afraid of the dark, and Arthur could show his appreciation for me by changing the batteries in my night lights without saying anything. Again, I say this not as a self-shipper or as someone who loves Arthur, but this was the nearest example I thought of.

All in all, I think that any partner Arthur had would have to be someone who knows him and knows how to help him; someone who understands him to his very core, and once Arthur found someone who loved him, it would take a long time for him to accept it due to his issues with reality perception. When I say this, I’m thinking of how he showed awareness (in my opinion) that his moments with Sophie (prior to breaking into her apartment at a last ditch attempt for hope and help) were only daydreams (or delusions or hallucinations; this is up for debate, too!). When at last would Arthur actually accept it, he would cling to his partner to almost unhealthy levels, hardly daring to let them go in case he wakes up to hold the cold and empty air. He would definitely be a gentleman and he would love to make his partner laugh; I can see him practising his comedy in front of his partner. Over the weeks and months, his comedy would be tailored to his partner, so needy and desperate for validation is he (here, he displays narcissistic tendencies due to a lack of validation and love in his life. I don’t believe that Arthur is a narcissist; it’s learned behaviours from being raised by a narcissistic parent (credit for this statement comes from @fleckcmscott, who unknowingly taught me a lot about this recently), and he would love to make them laugh.

I just want to make it clear here that I am not, in any way, trying to tell you or anyone else how or what to think. I saw this as a chance for a discussion, which is also why I have responded in this way. I adore reading different people’s interpretations and other people’s metas and analyses and I hope that this opens up that gate! Arthur Fleck is such a complex man and his whole point is that he cannot be labelled; he’s so, so hard to accurately characterise because one minute he’ll say one thing but then say another, and I truly adore how everyone has a different view of Arthur!💚 I mean this answer in no way to be rude and my hand’s are kind of shaking right now and my forehead is hot on the inside because I’m worried that I’ll offend or upset someone (the worst thing to come out of this, I would never intentionally do that), and I just hope that my intentions of opening a discussion properly come across. 

Thank you so much for sending in your opinion, nonnie, this was an interesting response to put together! I hope that you’re safe and well.

[batskulldrag]

Phoenix by Fallout Boy

chapter thirteen is here. this one contains Romile, and plenty of fluff

Chapter Thirteen: Out of Hell by Skillet      

Virgil fluttered nervously past Roman for the third time. Roman watched as his nephew peered out each window and retreated back to the couch. Virgil drummed his fingers against his laptop and chewed the band aid on his stationary hand.

               “You ok Billie Stylish?” Roman asked, sitting down beside him.

               “Sure. I’m fine.” Virgil didn’t look up.

               “It’s going to be ok.” Roman put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Payton has laughed his last laugh. And he will spend the rest of his days being beaten up in prison.”

               “But what if Payton accuses you guys of being child rapists or something? Then he’s going to win because everyone always believes him, and he’ll have ruined your lives. Or he’ll lose anyway, but still manage to ruin the three of you, and I have to live with the constant guilt that this is all my fault for getting you into this. And Uncle Patton and Uncle Logan are going to be quiet about the whole thing while silent resentment grows, because everything was fine until I showed up. Or worse, they’re not, and they’re just gonna forgive me for bringing this plague down on them.”

               “That’s quite the soliloquy.” Roman patted him on the head. “And that’s not going to happen. Payton can accuse us of whatever he likes, but I know a secret.”

               “You can blackmail him?” Virgil jolted up.

               “No, it’s like this. You remember how the bastard always told you that people always side with the adult?”

               “Yes, that’s why I’m worried.”

               “Well, first of all it’s a fallacy. Secondly, what is true is that people tend to side against the man who is in prison for trying to murder a child.”

               “He wasn’t trying to kill me.” Virgil’s heart audibly sank. “Was he?”

               Roman leaned back in surprise. Payton probably hated Virgil, at the very least he didn’t love him. And the viper had put him in the hospital more than once. Yet, Virgil was still hurt to think that Payton wanted him dead. Why should he care what Payton wanted?

               “I don’t know.” Roman hugged him. “He trapped you in a burning building. If he wasn’t trying to kill you, then it just means he’s not a murderer per say. But at the very least, it means that he didn’t care if you died. And that’s not your fault. That’s on him.”

               “I’m sick of being upset about this.” Virgil made a sound halfway between a scream and a sob. “I know he doesn’t care about me. Why is it still a gut punch? Why do I even still care at all?”

               “Humans feel.” Roman rubbed his back softly. “And feelings never make sense.”

               “I hate it.”

               “Come on, let’s go do something to take your mind off things.” Roman patted him on the shoulders. “It’s about time you got to be a kid.”

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               Virgil chewed on his hoodie strings as the crowd gathered around the tour guide.

               “Sacred of ghosts, Sweeny toddler?” Roman teased, ruffling his hair.

               “I ain’t afraid of no ghost.” Virgil sneered.

               “No, but I bet they’re terrified of you. We might not even see any with you around.”

               Virgil laughed softly. Two hundred uncle points. Roman put his arm around him and they walked up to the guide.

               “Two spots in your tour please.” Roman said as he produced the fairs with a great flourish.

               “Oh, you again.” The guide exhaled. “And you have a kid with you. Great.”

               The guide took the money and Roman contentedly fell into step with Virgil in tow.

               “He doesn’t like you.” Virgil taunted. “Did you steal his boyfriend?”

               “Virgil, a man does not steal a life partner, nor does he win one. He woos one.”

               “Woo. Woo.” Virgil added with a straight face and a straighter voice.

               “And the tour guide simply doesn’t appreciate me practicing my improv while I’m on his tours.” Roman explained. “Although, he is a very nice fellow. We both work as nude models at the portraiture class. He’s straight, so I had no chances.”

               “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” Virgil mimicked.

               “You’ve been watching a lot of sit-coms?”

               “I can’t sleep some nights, so I just YouTube deep dive. And now I know how to make a life like moose out of old newspaper.”

               “Chamomile tea. Try some before bed, or warm milk.”

               “You make it sound like conspiracy theories aren’t good for me.” Virgil grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Did you know that there was this one lady who made her victims into soap, and she used the soap. But the worst part was she also turned them into cake, and she ate the cake.”

               “Remind me to get you some video games, something less… horrible.”

               “I thought video games cause violence.” Virgil smirked.

               “Sure, and vaccines cause autism. Pencils cause bad handwriting, spoons cause fat people and gays in media cause gay people.”

               “Yeah, I’m gonna murder a bunch of people because I’m playing Pokémon.” Virgil sneered, damn he was good at it. “It has nothing to do with the school system that does nothing to stop bulling, or the extremely abusive dad y’all sent me home to every day. It was the video games, Linda.”

               “What kind of Pokémon did you have?” Roman changed the subject away from Payton.

               “I had a Mew, a Haunter and a Psyduck. And a psychic type Evee.” Virgil sighed. “I went with the mind powered ones and all the ghost types.”

               “That sounds fun.” Roman beamed, finally one nice thing in this little boy’s life.

               “My dad broke my computer, and any other device that had my game on it.” Virgil looked at the ground. “I think they starved to death.”

               Why is it that whenever something good happens you show up to ruin it? You snake in the machine, I hate you. Roman silently scripted a call out letter to Payton.

               “Hey, it’s Dr. Picani.” Virgil derailed his train of thought.

               Roman looked over and spotted the familiar blond-haired doctor now wearing a brown T-shirt that displayed the Scooby Doo gang and khaki cargo shorts. More importantly though was the fact that his now exposed arms showed off an array of tattoos. Roman rubbed his eyes, no way. No way did this man, this doctor have tattoos. No, it was far more likely that he had a twin brother, and that was who they saw now.

               “He’s got ink.” Virgil squeaked in awe. “Let’s go say hi to him.”

               Virgil grabbed his hand and darted towards the doctor. He was alarmingly strong for a kid who only weighed a hundred pounds.

               “Virge, wait.” Roman said in a hushed voice, pulling the emo back. “I’m not sure we should.”

               “Are you a-scared of the doctor?” Virgil laughed.

               “No, he was in my still life class last week…”

               “OOOOOO, you’re embarrassed to talk to a guy who has nudes of you.” He was incorrigible. “Maybe if you ask nice, he’ll give the pictures back. Or are you afraid he’ll post it on social media?”

               “I’m not embarrassed for me, he ended up getting really upset and I consoled him afterwards.” Roman explained. “I’m worried if I talk to him it’ll put him in an awkward position.”

               “SUUUREEEE.” Virgil rolled his eyes. “Cause the dude who strips down and poses isn’t the guy in the awkward position.”

               “Why do you suddenly turn into a kid now?”

               “What’s the problem?” Virgil shrugged. “So he got upset, big deal. I cried in front of him a few times and I’m not embarrassed to talk to him. If you refused to talk to anyone who’s seen you naked or who’s gotten frustrated with painting, you’d have to be a hermit. Just like if I avoided everyone who has seen me crying about something, I wouldn’t be able to leave my room.”

               “You’re stunningly sharp.”

               “Hey! Dr. Picani!” Virgil yelled, which Roman didn’t think he could do, as he waved over to the doctor.

               Picani waved back and approached them. His legion of tattoos becoming clearer. Unsurprisingly, if anything about this could be considered unsurprising, most of his tattoos were from cartoons. The one that struck Roman in particular was the image of Lady Rainacorn wrapped around his left arm from shoulder to wrist. His right arm displayed a group portrait of Clifford, Courage, Scooby Doo, Blue, some green dog that looked like a stuffed toy who he didn’t recognize and Goddard.[1]  

               “Hey Virgil.” Emile greeted happily. “Hi Roman.”

               “Awkward indeed.” Virgil looked over at Roman with raised eyebrows.

               “Good evening Emile.” Roman added cordially. “Are you out ghost hunting as well?”

               “Yeah, I figured I should get out. And this sounded like a nifty idea. What brings you to this haunted cul-de-sac?”

               “We live here.” Virgil said smoothly with an air of villainy. “Well, lived here. We’re the ghosts that haunt these streets.”

               “Aren’t you the cutest thing?” Emile ruffled Virgil’s hair. “It’s nice to see you so excited.”

               Virgil scowled at the sidewalk as his face turned red. The tour guide started walking and they followed him in quite precession. Roman rubbed his hands in anticipation of their first stop. Now he had two people to impress.

               “I didn’t know you had ink.” Virgil pressed Emile. “And I really didn’t know you had that much.”

               “Yeah,” Emile looked at his arms. “I’ve got a couple of books worth of it. Lady Rainacorn is new. I think it’s healing up nicely.”

               “Did it hurt?”

               “Not as bad as my first one did.”

               “What was the first one?”

               “It was actually Clifford,” Emile showed them the portrait. “I got it to cover up a dog bite.”

               “Really?” Virgil leaned back in surprise.

               “Yeah, he was old and sore, and I tried to pet him. Still got me good.”

               “That’s awful.” Roman added.  

                “It’s ok.” Emile shrugged. “He was a good boy, he just got old.”

               “Alright our first stop.” The guide had everyone gather around. “This building stands abandoned due to the ghosts that torment anyone who dares try to live in it. The house was built atop an Indian burial ground. The spirits buried here cannot rest because of the desecration to their sacred place.”

               “That is wholly inaccurate.” Roman added loudly. “The tormentors of the building are remnants of the poor souls who died their when it was used as an unlicensed hospital in the eighties. The proprietors mismanaged their facility horridly and would even go so far as to steal supplies from the actual hospital. They would go on to receive more unwelcomed visitors from beyond in the form of men and women who died as a result of their theft. Malpractice insurance really didn’t cover that one.”

               “Really?” The guide looked bored. “Who are you tonight Roman?”

               “Dr. Roman Brown. Paranormal expert.” Roman put his arm around Virgil. “I’m here with my ward.”

               “How’d you get a kid?” The guide expressed genuine confusion and revulsion.

               “I’ve had Virgil for a time now, I caught him trying to pick my pocket. Poor creature lived on the streets.”

               “Really?”

               “Yes really.” Virgil retorted. “I was abandoned as a baby on the steps of a Catholic church. But they believed that I had demon’s blood in my veins and sent me out into the streets to fend for myself when I was four.”

               “You’re half demon?”

               “Maybe.” Virgil shrugged. “Who’s to say? All I know is that there are a lot of things that keep trying to pull me into hell.”

               “Really?” The guide scoffed.

               “Just last month a hand shot up out of the dirt and grabbed my ankle.” Virgil continued flawlessly. “I fought it as it tried to drag me under and broke my foot in the process.”

               Virgil pointed at his walking boot. The crowd murmured in astonishment. Roman’s heart swelled with pride.

               Defeated, the guide took them to the next stop.

               “Virgil, that was beautiful.” Roman said quietly. “The way you flawlessly wove your cast into the narrative as proof was inspired. I’m so proud of you, I may weep.”

               “I got good at lying.” Virgil looked at his feet. “I learned from the best.”

               “Never mind Payton.” Emile patted him on the shoulder. “You can just have fun making up stories tonight. Be a kid.”

               “Are those doctor’s orders?” Virgil looked up at him.

               “They are now.” Emile stood up straight.

               Roman noticed an indent in Emile’s shirt. It looked like a stud in his navel. Did he have piercings as well? Who was this man?

               “Here we have the next stop, it may not look like much, but Kim and Jim’s Bar and Grill was built on top of the remains of the old mortuary and is plagued with strange events to this day.” The guide explained, you could tell he hated this job.

               “Yes,” Emile chimed in. “There was a gruesome series of experiments in the mortuary and now the woods are inhabited with the results. Terrifying amalgamations made of severed limbs. Hands attached to feet, heinous arm-leg monsters and every other combination that doesn’t include a face. Stripped of their identities they roam around helplessly.”

               “And at night, when the drunks go home,” Roman added. “You can hear them crying. They’re in so much pain.”

               The audience and guide looked at them, baffled.

               “Of course.” Virgil suddenly said, gesturing towards Emile. “Dr. Emile Vankmen. Parapsychologist. A true credit to his field.”

               There were many nods. The tourists didn’t really care for a believable story, they wanted a good story. And by the sniped snakes of a gorgon salon, that is what they were going to get.

               They went through the stops, trumping the guide’s every tale with a gruesome murder, demonic happening or cartoon plot line. The crowd was eating it up and Virgil was teaming with energy. He seemed to be absorbing it and converting it into power.

               “Virgil is having fun.” Emile laughed.

               “I know,” Roman beamed. “We uncles know how to let one become a kid.”

               “Are you related to the other two?”

               “No, we’re just especially close.” Roman recalled fondly. “I cheated for Patton for a month while he was dealing with his mother’s death. Of course, without him knowing.”

               “How did you do that?” Emile looked confused and slightly impressed.

               “I wrote a few essays in character as him.” Roman brushed it off as if it were nothing. “I’m always up for a chance to practice my vocation.”

               “Virgil, don’t let him cheat for you.” Emile looked down at where Virgil was.

               Emphasis on was, because he was gone. Roman felt instant panic. He had lost Virgil! He had lost a traumatized child with anxiety! Virgil was probably terrified! What if he was hurt?!

               “Where did he go!!??” Roman yelped. “He was just here? Virgil!?”

               “Ok, ok.” Emile held up a shaking hand. “Maybe he walked to the front of the group.”

               Through their panic they heard Virgil scream, then the tour guide and a few tourists scream.

               The worst had happened! Roman ran to the front of the line and saw Virgil on the ground laughing while the guide stared at him irately.

               “Virgil!” Roman grabbed him. “Don’t do that again! I thought I lost you!”

               “Sorry.” Virgil relented rather easily. “I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I, I hadn’t considered that you’d notice I was gone.”

               “Well, I did.” Roman walked back to their place in the group, holding Virgil’s hand. “I want you to stay where I can see you. It’s dark and you don’t know the neighborhood, something might have happened to you.”

               Virgil was quiet as he looked at the sidewalk in confusion. He was probably wondering why no one was hitting him. In fact, he was probably wondering why Roman cared what happened to him. Roman sighed, he didn’t know how to un-traumatize a kid, all he really had to go off was how Logan had been after everything came out. And Virgil and Logan were drastically different characters with very different abusers. So, that wasn’t much of a comparison.

               “Virgil.” Roman put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I yelled. But you really scared me, and I don’t want you wandering around where I can’t see you.”

               “You call that yelling?” Virgil looked confused. “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to worry you. I’m sorry.”

               “Ok. Let’s continue our tour.” Roman wrapped his arm around him. “But now you have to hold my hand.”

               “Whatever.” Virgil rolled his eyes and smiled.

               “And to this day, no one knows the cause of the building’s collapse.” The guide pointed at a vacant spot where a house had once been.

               “Actually, that one was us.” Emile interrupted, feigning embarrassment. “It was how we found out about Virgil’s powers.”

               “He has powers now?” The guide raised an eyebrow.

               “Yep,” Virgil picked up. “Demonic powers made the whole building implode. I can control them much better now.”

               “He had a nightmare that manifested itself into physical form and started haunting us.” Emile continued. “It picked us off one by one until only Virgil was left. Last thing I remember is just… blackness. No sound, no light. I don’t think I could even feel anything, then next thing I knew, I was just back and there was no more building. Not even rubble, just what you see now, with Virgil standing in the middle of it.”

               “Yes, I remember that night.” Roman joined in. “A hideous creature started roaming the halls. It was six feet tall, completely black and had no face. Well, no face on its head. But it’s chest. Right where men have a navel, it had a mouth. And when it opened that horrid maw a vertical slit went up to its pencil thin neck and showed a ribcage. A ribcage broken down the middle that it used as teeth. A long red tongue cleaned saliva and blood off the jagged ribs as it drooled in anticipation of its next meal.”

               “And the smell.” Virgil added solemnly. “It reeked of decay. Of maggot filled puss and blackened flesh. Not like cooked blackened, more like dead five times over blackened. And he enveloped his prey in darkness like a spider cocooning its next meal.” Virgil gagged, for real. The little one had just made himself sick.

               “And he took the other two.” Virgil looked at the crowd. “I was the only one left, and just when I was sure that I was gonna die alone, with only that, that thing as company, I felt this sensation in my gut. Like a burning. And it went through my whole body and a moment of realization overcame me. This heat was natural, familiar. I realized what I was, who I was. And that thing, well, that thing was gonna pay for what it did. So, I focused my energy, my hatred, my courage on it and the whole building came down around us, and the thing was sucked into the ground, leaving me standing in an empty lot.”  

               “Let’s just move on.” The guide was even more unimpressed with them.

               Virgil made faces behind the guide’s back for the rest of the night. Emile did as well. Roman sent him a few ungentlemanly hand gestures and internally called him a bitch. He had no taste for a good horror story. Heathen. That was an excellent description and a lovely climax.

As the night went on Roman noticed that Virgil was walking differently and always stood on his good foot whenever they stopped. When they were moving, he would either limp very slightly or hop on one foot, which he tried to cover up, but really couldn’t.

               “Is your foot hurting?” Roman asked, fairly aware of the answer and the lie that Virgil would tell.

               “No.”

               “Yes, it is.”

               “That’s a neat trick. Can you tell me if my neck hurts next?”

               “Alright, come on.” Roman picked him up.

               “What are you doing!?”

               “I’m going to carry you.”

               “Like hell you are!”

               “Come on, you really mean to tell me that you don’t want a piggyback ride?”

               “I’m an adult.”

               “You’re a teenager at best.”

               “That’s still too old.”

               “But someday you’re gonna be too big to carry.”

               “Yeah, yesterday.”

               Ignoring him completely, Roman slumped Virgil over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and kept walking.

               “Have you been sleeping better lately?” Emile asked, lagging behind slightly so he could see Virgil’s face.

               “Yeah. I guess.”

               “He,” Roman interrupted. “Has been watching horrific true crime stories on his computer.”

               “Oh, sure. Say nothing about the newspaper moose.” Roman assumed that Virgil was sneering.

               “Well, they proved that you shouldn’t be on your computer before bed.” Emile offered.

               “Uncle Logan told me the same thing.”

               “Wikipedia’s sleep routine doesn’t help him sleep though.” Roman accused.

               “I’m telling him you called him that.”

               “He knows.”

               They apprehensively arrived at their last stop.

               “This cemetery is a hot spot for paranormal activity.” The guide explained. “It is home to The Tunnleberry Vampire, the bipedal dogs and the ghost of many a deranged Civil War general. The most famous of which resides in that mausoleum over there.” He pointed to a large grey building with carved angels out front. “Legend has it that he was betrayed in battle and rose from the grave to exact his revenge on those who betrayed him. His lieutenant who spear headed the mutiny was found suffocated to death inside the general’s empty casket. The general’s body was never found.”

               “I believe the vampire was just the cemetery caretaker in a mask.” Emile interrupted. “He wanted to increase tourism in these parts to drive up the value of this graveyard so they couldn’t sell it.”

               “And those bipedal dogs turned out to be a pair of really hairy dudes banging.” Virgil shuddered. “I think it’s scarred onto my retinas.”

               “But that mausoleum.” Roman said seriously. “There is definitely something about that place. Something that haunts me. Something that despite all my years of ghost hunting still strikes me as the most unnatural event I have ever been unlucky enough to witness with my own eyes.”

                “Of course, there is.” The guide sighed.

               “It was back when I was still trying to get my paranormal business off the ground.” Roman dove into the story. “My then partner, and senior ghost hunter, Luigi Verd, was by my side the entire time. True blue he was, I’ll always remember him. We found ourselves in this graveyard investigating a series of disappearances around town. Mostly just troubled teens, alcoholics, and the homeless. But a life is a life, and a mystery is a mystery indeed. So, we set up.”

               Roman took a pause to let them get sucked in.

               “I was doing most of the lifting, as Luigi was recovering from a head injury. He had healed nicely in the hospital. The only sign of trauma was a stitched-up gash along his forehead. He was excited to have a scar to show off.” Roman looked at the ground sadly. “Or so I thought.”

               He could feel their anticipation.

               “Just as I had set everything up for our séance, we were hoping to ask the dead for a clue about the living. Anyway, just as I had finished these hooded men burst into the tomb. They were clad in floor length, red robes with their hoods pulled up to block out their faces. Before I could even react, two of them had me by each arm and they forced me onto one of the coffins and started tying down. And Luigi, who was like a brother to me, he just watched. They didn’t even go for him, but he just watched them bind me. I called out to him, and in response. He…” Roman took an exaggerated gasp. “He pulled out the stitch on his forehead. And his skin fell limp, but behind it where I expected flesh to be was more skin. And he pulled his face off as if he were removing a mask. And under the mask, under the face of a man I had known my entire life was this… this stranger! This figure who I didn’t know from Payton, slowly pulling the hide of my friend off his face. Wearing Luigi as a mask! The stranger laughed at me! He laughed at the brutal terror that welled up inside me! And he pulled out a long sharp knife…”

               “I was at the cemetery myself that night.” Virgil took up the story. “Following the dudes who were nice enough to not have me arrested for picking their pockets. In my childish mind I had sworn a life debt to them in that moment. But, little did I know that I’d be paying it off that night. Because that was when I heard the screams.”

               Mimicking Roman’s style Virgil paused and took a breath.

               “Being seven, whenever fight or flight came up in my brain I would normally fly. But that night, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why, I chose to fight. I sprinted towards the source of the screams and found the tomb doors closed to the outside. But did that stop me? No, with whatever strength a half-starved kid possesses I threw myself into the door and just kept slamming into it. I was in a frenzy! I just kept bashing into that door with all my weight. Seventy pounds of skin and bones ramming the door like there was no tomorrow.”

               “That’s where I came in.” Emile joined. “I had hit an alligator, literally there was a tiny alligator wrapped around my tire and was trying to fix my tire when I heard both the screaming and the constant thudding. I too ran to the source and saw a small child, bruised and bloody, hammering his fragile body into the concrete doors. The first thing I did was wrestle him away from the door before he killed himself. Then, I forced my tire iron between the crack in the two doors to pry it open like a lever. It budged open an inch, but then the men inside swung it open to see what was going on. I fought them as best as I could, even managing to break one’s arm. But then their leader pulled out this whip, made out of bones, human spinal bones and he snapped my weapon out of my hands while I was still reeling from the shock. Next thing I knew I was being chained to the floor.”

               “They took this distraction in their stride.” Roman shuddered. “And with Virgil and Emile dealt with they turned back to me. The knife wielder tore my shirt off in one swipe and drove his knife into my chest. Just when I thought I was done for I realized that he wasn’t about to stab me to death. Instead he slid the knife down towards my stomach, he was skinning me!”

               “I did the only thing I knew how to do.” Virgil jumped in. “I played dead. And miracle of miracles, they bought it. The one with the whip bent down to check on me, and I bit him. I sank my teeth into his wrist like it was the most delicious prime rib known to man. He fought me with his free hand, but no number of blows was making me spit that fucker’s arm out. I dug in until I hit bone, I ground my teeth to widen the wound, I sunk in until I was certain that he and I were one…”

               “And I took the opportunity to dislocate my thumb.” Emile jumped in on cue. “And slid out of one of my wrist restraints. With my free arm I put Virgil’s new chew toy in a head lock, he didn’t put up too much of a fight, as now he was woozy with blood loss. He collapsed, and Virgil started rooting through his body for the keys. Another robed guy came at me, so I did the worst thing I could think of. I grabbed his groin and I pulled with all my strength. He doubled over and Virgil tossed me the keys.”

               “With this madness going on, the leader had stopped trying to skin me and was now running towards the other two.” Roman took the reins once more. “He flew at Emile with the knife and they engaged in battle. Meanwhile, Virgil freed me, and I took the leader from behind. Emile dodged a stab and the leader fell into his own weapon. I took it from him, and Emile took up his tire iron once more. And.” Roman stopped. “Knowing that we couldn’t go to the police for fear of how deep this madness runs, without any other options. We… we finished them off.”

               “With that done. We sealed the tomb and vowed never to speak of it again.” Emile added. “And then we took Virgil to a hospital.”        

               “I had a collapsed lung.” Virgil added happily.

               The crowd applauded them and even the guide looked impressed. Emile and Virgil were satisfied, but Roman had one more trick left.

               “And,” Roman added, pulling up the hem of his shirt. “Here’s the receipt.”

               He pulled his shirt up to display a long scar that went from his sternum to his navel, well past his navel actually. The scar took the place of the more traditional bellybutton. It was still visible in the evening light. The scar itself was horrid looking. It was jagged, narrow in some places and bore the impression of skin grafts in others. It folded in slightly at his stomach giving a clear picture of how deep it was.

               The crowd gasped. Virgil squeaked in surprise and Emile looked on baffled (and hopefully impressed to be seeing Roman’s physique a second time.) Roman laughed to himself. This had been an excellent improv session and he had managed to both impress his nephew and a rather charming doctor.

               At the end of the tour Roman had done the gentlemanly thing and walked Emile to his car. The three of them laughed about their story telling talents and the tales of terror they wove.

               “Well, this is me.” Emile stopped at his car. “Thanks for walking me to my car. I didn’t want the cult to catch me alone.”

               “Of course not.” Roman agreed.

               “So, stop me if I’m intruding.” Emile started hesitantly. “But how did you get that scar?”

               “It’s far worse than the story.” Roman sighed.

               “Now you have to tell us.” Virgil bopped his shoulder.

               “Ok. I was born a conjoined twin.” Roman sighed. “They had to cut us apart. Remus, that’s my brother, has the same scar. Well, at least a similar one”

               “You both made it? That’s amazing.” Emile looked impressed. “Also, your names are Roman and Remus? Like Romulus and Remus?”

               “I hate it when people get that reference.”

               “Whatever would they have done if you were triplets?” Virgil taunted. “Hey, we all have Italian names.”

               The two adults laughed at Virgil’s observation.

               “Oh.” Emile started. “Would you two like a ride back home? I think Virgil over did it with the walking.”

               “That would be lovely.” Roman lit up slightly.

               “Woo.” Virgil said softly to Roman.

               “Now Virgil,” Roman said as he buckled his seat belt. “What would you normally do if a stranger offered you a ride home?”

               “Fight him to the death.” Virgil said plainly.

               “Ok, the correct answer is to say no and run away.” Roman disregarded that comment.

               They pulled into the driveway and saw that Patton and Logan were home already.

               “Thanks for the ride Dr. Picani.” Virgil said quickly as he darted out of the car.

               He was inside in a flash, no doubt to tell his parents everything he had been up to. Good. Roman exited the car with a bit more grace.

               “Thank you very much for the ride back, Emile.” Roman said graciously.

               “PSHSHHSHH.” Emile swatted the topic out of the air. “It was nothing.”

               There was a pause.

               “I had a good time hanging out with you.” Emile said timidly.

               “I had a good time with you too.” Roman felt himself blush.

               “I know there’s still the court case and everything…” Emile blushed as well. “But after that, when there won’t be any conflict of interest… are you single?”

               “Completely.” Roman answered.      

[1] The dogs are Clifford the Big Red Dog, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Scooby Dooby Doo, Blue from Blue’s Clues, Gir from Invader Zim (Hi Marie Pippins, that one’s for you) and Goddard from Jimmy Neutron

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The Falling Bridge

By CJ Dalton

To describe my mind is impossible. Even I don’t dare to venture towards my subconscious, yet I know what lies within. It is like being on top of a bridge you know is about to fall, collapse into rubble in the river that flows beneath. Yet my feet stand ground on the stone like an old oak tree’s roots will into the earth. My legs turn into what I can only describe as tall pieces of grass getting caught in a tornado. My heart is as heavy as the anchor that keeps the planet together and earth’s existence. My subconscious making an appearance trying to convince the others to jump for the fun of it.

But yet, I am not alone. I will never be alone. You see what lays within the shell of my body harvests multiple people, all trying to find a way to escape the prison that they are kept in. All wanting to be there own individual. Some persevere more than others. Some just occasionally visit the world around them, like a small vacation from my mind. Just to occasionally stir the plot for this never-ending film of what I like to call my life.

One of them is what takes control of my feet when I stand on top of that bridge. He is the reason why my feet are rooted to the cold, hard stone that lays underneath them. Too scared to move an inch, yet fears that something will happen is he keeps them all still. The fear of something bad will happen, slowly suffocating him that he just wants everything to come to an end. Scared enough to let the fear overflow him.

Another is the stability of my legs, she is like a piece of driftwood you want to climb upon when you want to stop yourself from drowning. Only to find out the realization that she will never keep you afloat. She is so indecisive to keep fighting or to surrender and let the water sink her to the bottom of the seabed. She is so sick and tired of the monsters that have created what lays in the subconscious that she almost wants me to fall off the bridge and to stop the reality that hell really exists.

I then have the one who controls my heart. Me. The one who is writing this. It is not afraid of the demons that have taken over the subconscious and who are slowly trying to corrupt my mind. Although I sometimes take over my mind I know that currently, they are winning. I will always try and fight for the freedom I desire. However, the more I try the weaker I become due to the demons that take over my mind, so far they have more control than I ever dreamed off. I am the reason why I haven’t taken that leap from the bridge.

I also have my mind that gets poisoned by the demons. The control center that is stuck on personality shuffle for many years. The stupid one who needs to get ahold of herself. It likes to think that it has the most control, the most power but it can’t be any more false. She is one wild ride that never fails to surprise me. It lets the demons convince her that one more drink will not hurt. Death is an escape from the reality of my life. That no one will ever care and that I cannot trust anyone. She lets them overpower us all and swallows everything surrounding her whole. She lets the icy breath of the demons take control and lets them force themselves in so they can drag their sharpened claws and pierce my skin all the way down my spine until my mind does everything they want. Anything to keep the monsters that they have created at bay away from the world.

People usually get angry, upset or paranoid about all the people inside of me. Each time anything traumatic happens it’s like a little troll climbs up the bridge and stagger into the shell of me adding yet another person into the mix. Yet others around me will try and guilt trip me into trying to change myself for them. They can’t cope with who I will awake as from my slumber, forever changing. Yet they do not know how it is like being the one trapped within the world no one else will ever glimpse at. The many nights I lay there in the dead of night too scared and trying not to drift off into the coldness of the night. Never knowing what person I will be when I wake up. A never-ending cycle I cannot break.

During my time on this slowly falling bridge I really that the days have become months, the months have become years and the years have become a lifetime. Over my many years, I still stand on this bridge I have noticed that shadows appear always trying to attach themselves just to a single person that lays within my captive shell. They will never find a person to attach too. This is due to the shadows tormenting the shell. They penetrate my body just once and just enough to add more demons into the subconscious to add more torture to each and every one of them. All with the same stories just different versions of events. What the shadows do not know is that they can enter my body as many times as they want. They can play games with my mind as much as they want, they can try and scare each and everyone inside of me. No matter how much they try, they will never take control of my heart and never gain full control of my mind.

My subconscious always finds these demons and always take them in and make them one of their own. Therefore, they create these shadows into more demons so that there is more of them to blow their ice-cold breaths down my ear to try and convince one of the people inside of me to take the final jump so I can plummet down into the flowing rivers. To try and take full control of each and every version of myself. One day they may win and I may take the jump to stop all the pain and suffering they cause me every breath I take. But today isn’t that day. I am not a victim. I am not a survivor. I am a fighter. As long as there is a heart beating in my chest they will never win. As there are people around me brave enough to replace crumbling rubble from the bridge and turn them into stone, they will not win. Love will always win.

[hoseokisamood]

BTS as types of yanderes

Note: I’m reposting this because it was deleted? in the Tumblr purge. Sorry about that. Have a nice christmas everyone!

I’m writing this as a reference and also because it’ll clear up why I chose to write certain people the way that I did.

Jin:

very much the overbearing type

obsessed with the idea of perfection

had loving parents growing up, and wants to have the same joy as them (or alternatively, you can pretend he had a bad family growing up and wants a perfect one to fix the ache inside)

connects his fantasy of having the perfect wife to the fantasy of having the perfect family

husband material

tl;dr he finds the image of having a pretty, obedient wife and perfect children very satisfying and almost arousing

controlling in a passive matter

expects to be listened to and finds disobedience distasteful

the end result of the relationship is marriage. period.

s/o cannot leave or do anything to disrupt the fantasy that jin wants

prefers emotional manipulation but is willing to become physical as another aspect of being the perfect husband (strong and dominant)

RM:

attracted to a strong personality and physically fit individual (a sign of mental fortitude)

the kind of person to very much fixate on the idea of s/o being the only one, no one else is even an option after finding them

sexual arousal is connected to tense interactions with s/o; aka he gets turned on from them feeling frightened or angry

he likes strong personalities because he considers himself a fantastic dominant and he likes the challenge of subduing someone who wouldn’t normally be subdued

not as attached to the idea of the perfect relationship as jin but nonetheless, he wants the outside world to think that he and s/o are a loving couple

wouldn’t hesitate to take away electronics or communication devices

his weakness is other men talking to his s/o

Suga:

s/o is his. he said so, so they are. that’s the end of the story.

doesn’t feel the need to constantly give affection as a method of keeping his s/o; he feels that they should just be with him regardless

the least likely to care about the wants and needs of his s/o

not out of a lack of empathy for s/o but rather he genuinely feels that his desires are above theirs

no qualms about locking s/o up or chaining them to his bed/wall

if all in and all fails and s/o doesn’t act the way he wants, he’s fine with emotionally tormenting them to get the end result he needs

personality isn’t as important as s/o having the title of “suga’s s/o”

makes a habit out of subtly finding ways to cut off their other friends and family

unlike jin, finds no arousal or enjoyment at the thought of having a family; in fact, it’s the opposite. anything that removes s/o’s attention from him is bad and unnecessary.

J-hope:

desires the perfect relationship

wants to always be happy and wants s/o to always be happy

when they aren’t happy, he gets upset, and forces them to at least pretend to look happy

emotional and quick to change his mood at the drop of a hat

aware of how cheerful he looks on the outside and uses it to manipulate those around him

the kind of yandere that is characterized by fear

he is always afraid that his s/o is going to leave him or cheat on him with someone else because he considers himself not worthy of her

not the type of yandere to explicitly punish his s/o

he would rather go after the object (or what he percieves as being) of her affections

very much infantalizes and babies his s/o and refuses to think of them as being their own person, free of his control

however his need to see s/o happy may cause him to let go off the babying to let them go about their normal business

V:

another selfish lover like suga. the relationship is 100% about him.

easily jealous, but doesn’t let it show in front of others.

after he starts dating s/o, he tries to make excuses to be alone with them as often as possible so that he can punish them for various things

truthfully its less about the jealousy aspect and more about the sadism

he enjoys knowing that he’s the only one that can cause s/o pain and pleasure at the same time

connects sexual arousal to the mindset of “owning s/o”

surprisingly, doesn’t need to be dating s/o to be satisfied. Regardless of whether s/o is dating or married to someone else, as long as he considers them “his”, he’s fine

unless he feels that s/o’s signficiant other is a threat, or that s/o is paying more attention to their family than him

in that case, he has no problem getting rid of them and just taking s/o for himself

Jimin:

painfully insecure and painfully desperate to prove himself to his s/o

thinks of himself as being the only man for s/o

doesn’t like to think about the fact that s/o has friends and family beyond him

“do you really need them when you have a man like me?”

jealousy is worst than rm’s and v’s combined

will lose his mind when s/o so much as even glances at another man

unlike jhope he takes it out on s/o instead of the other man

very rough sex and dominating behavior both inside the bedroom and outside of it

because he’s so emotionally attached to the idea of being a perfect boyfriend (keep in mind; jin wants to be perfect husband. jimin wants to be perfect boyfriend), he’ll start crying if he feels that s/o isn’t satisfied with him

if he ever gets into such a state, he’ll blame s/o and tie them up and leave them in his house

he’ll calm down after their helplessness reminds him that he has the power in the situation

Jungkook:

shy and not that great at making friends so is really reliant on s/o

constantly conflicted due to by nature being submissive but also having the physical strength and charisma to be dominant

forces the latter persona a lot to keep s/o by his side

the kind to feel calm by watching his s/o sleep at night

just needs constant reminders from s/o that they belong to him

willing to hurt anyone for their sake

even himself

the only one out of the bunch to be willing to let them leave him (except for maybe jhope) as long as they reassured him that they loved him

the only thing he needs is that assurance of love

the kind of yandere that would rather die than see s/o hurt

like j-hope, prefers getting rid of oponents rather than hurt s/o

as he grows older and his behavior changes, his behavior will most likely mirror jimin’s; incredibly prone to jealousy and physically dominant

Overall:

don’t see themselves as yanderes: Jin, Jungkook, Suga. 

Jin and Jungkook don’t understand the concept because they each believe what they do for s/o is correct. Jin thinks that he is being the perfect husband while Jungkook thinks its normal to want to protect his lover. Suga is aware of his unusual behavior, but doesn’t care about societal norms.

aware of their mental condition/yandereness: V, Rap Monster, J-Hope, Jimin. 

Only V and Rap Monster know how to control their behavior to trick Y/N. J-Hope and Jimin are aware that there is something slightly off with their behavior, but they justify it as being love (they very much take to the phrase “crazy in love”).

willing to hurt s/o: Suga, V, Jimin, Jin. 

Rap Monster would reluctantly do it, and only when absolutely necessary. Jungkook and J-Hope would never dare lay a hand on Y/N. V and Jimin are more into hurting her in the bedroom, while Suga and Jin think it’s necessary to dole out punishments from time to time.

willing to hurt s/o’s romantic interests: Suga, V, Jimin, Rap Monster, J-Hope, Jungkook. 

Only Jin wouldn’t hurt another man for his wife’s careless mistake.

willing to hurt s/o’s family/friends: V, Rap Monster, Jin. 

Jin only when absolutely desperate. The one line that Suga won’t cross because of his own love for his family. Out of the three I mentioned that are willing, only Rap Monster would go as far as to hurt a direct/close companion of Y/N’s. V and Jin would prefer cousins or estranged relatives to show off their capabilities without ruining their chances with Y/N’s family (they want Y/N’s family to not realize what kind of people they are). Rap Monster is okay with hurting a sibling or parent if it means Y/N is paying attention to him.

likes s/o to be defiant and rebellious: Rap Monster, V, Jimin.

Definitely Rap Monster’s thing. He and V get off on this kind of behavior from their lover. Reinforced the “I own her” mentality they love. Jimin finds it unbearably sexy as well, due to his own possessiveness issues.

prefers s/o to be obedient and quiet: Jin, Suga.

Truly the most controlling of the bunch. Jin needs Y/N to be the absolutely perfect version of his fantasy. And Suga just doesn’t like having to go out of his way to be sadistic on a good day.

doesn’t care because they like s/o either way: Jungkook, J-Hope.

100% in love with everything about Y/N. They’re dedicated to making her happy, so they don’t mind the occasional submissiveness or dramatic outburst. I mentioned that Jungkook will eventually gain some of Jimin’s characteristics, but this aspect of him will likely stay the same. He doesn’t need Y/N to be rebellious to find her sexy, nor does he need her to be obedient to want her.

[emptywithout]

words and stuff...

ANON HATE NEEDS TO BE FUCKING STOPPED

Not a story but a terrified rant.

below a cut because I’m a timid scaredycat with huge anxiety but I’m doing this anyway because it’s the right thing.

Ok now. I’ve only stepped up twice before, but in my new state of mind, in my severe depression and anxiety filled last four days, I cannot stay silent. I am torn apart by the hatred being sent here. I am afraid for all of our mental safety.

Not my own hatred. But the hatred of others that I love and admire.

While I am 99.99% sure these anon hate messages are being sent by literal children, it is still abusive and hurtful. It affects the person you send it to, and all of us who follow them.

What I am seeing done to @eliciaforever (again and continuously) is breaking my fucking heart. How dare you. I just don’t understand. I don’t. It makes no sense.

Messages to @impala-dreamer and @covered-byroses and @oneshoeshort and myself @emptywithout...and multiple others...and on and on  and on...are so incredibly painful.

Do you realize we are are all actual people? Human beings with a soul and a heart and feelings???

Why would you purposefully say such horrendous things to ANY human being?

Yes, I’ve been afraid to speak out on many issues due to my severe anxiety. I’ve watched hurt spewed at many people I love here. My heart hurts when people I care about have this shit happen.

I’m sorry I’ve stayed hidden.

I’ve received my own hate, which I usually just delete and cry a little over. In the last 4 days since I’ve been asking for help, I’ve had six hateful anons send me messages - but I’ve had more than that reach out - complete strangers I’ve never encountered before have messaged me and talked to me about whatever i wanted to vent about...

I’m sure after this message I’ll get hate again and I’ll  lose followers, but I don’t care. It’s time to let go of fear and speak up. I don’t care about numbers anymore.

I care about love.

True, honest, real members of the SPN family do NOT treat each other this way. If you send this shit and believe yourself to be a member of the loving community of the Supernatural Family, I have news for you. You are not welcome in this fandom. We do not want hate here.

We want and need love and support. We have found each other because we need each other. Please love and support and do what you can. Lean on me when you need it, and I know I can lean on you when I need it.

To those of you receiving hate, what can I do to help? I really truly don’t know, but it’s upsetting me deeply. Elicia, Beka, Kelly, Liz, and everyone else I could name - unfortunately it’s so many people I can’t list them  all - what can I do?

This hate affects more than the one receiving it. It hurts all of us. But the one receiving it? It does change us. Our souls have changed because of your words. Do you anons even realize what you have done? Do you care? Our actual selves have changed because of you. Our hearts break a little more each and every time.

I’m not the same Rindi I was before I encountered all of the hate (all of it, not just mine).

You know what? Despite that, I love this website because I have real, true, amazing friends on here, and you know who you are!!

I don’t have answers. But I want to be part of the solution, somehow.

I want to make a difference, I really do.

I’ve never done much, or meant much to others, but I’m here now. Stepping out of the shadows and stepping up.

At least I hope I’m stepping up.

I’m sitting here in tears watching my beloved fandom be infiltrated my hurtful grey faces. My place of peace. I literally have nothing else right now but you guys.

I’m so so so sorry I haven’t stepped up before. But everything is falling apart in my own life and I’m struggling everyday. I guess now is the time to put all of my eggs in one basket and say fuck it. Now is the time to do something about it. I don’t know how much longer I can stay completely silent...I might as well go down fighting, right?

Good lord people. Send love, not hate.

Scroll if you don’t like it.

Leave ships that aren’t yours alone. Love your own but respect others. We CAN all get along.

We all can love the way we want to here. At least we should be able to.

I don’t know what else I can do here.

I don’t know.

I know I have love in my heart that I want to spread around.

I don’t know. I’m sorry if I offended anyone, I just want to have peace.

Please.

PS if I’ve tagged you and you don’t want it, please, please  let me know and I will immediately remove you. I respect all of you. I just want to be heard, I guess.

I want all of us to be heard.

[siennaroosevelt]

{ sienna roosevelt } is a { pansexual } { graphic designer / professional hacker } and some say they look awfully like { bridget regan }. The { daemon } is { 115 } years old and have been said to be { sweet & flirty } and { controlling & secretive }. They are into { foreplay & threesomes } but not into { watersports & scat }, identifying as a { dom }. Rumors have it that their faction is { neutral }.

hey hey lovelies, i’m donut and mostly findable in the discord ooc. i’m from dutchland and here to wreck all your lives with bridget regan apparently ?? i already received a lot of love and i love y’all already! feel free to hit me up with anything anytime. i’m the queen of angst so beware if you decide to plot with me. alright that’s all !! <3

⋆        they grew up in washington, d.c. with two loving parents who both worked for the government, their biological mother and stepfather. where their mother dominique’s character lacks in, is found in their stepfather mason’s heart. where they are more afraid to break any rule, he doesn’t give two fucks; a character sienna leans more towards. they're free-spirited and barely bats an eye to rules. rules are meant to be broken, right?

⋆        at the age of 16, they fell in love with their high school best friend and however they never labeled it - sienna has always seen her as the love of their life. they were super close, shared everything what went on in their lives and most definitely had fun when it was just the two of them together. when their best friend moved away to another country due to her parents’ jobs, their ‘relationship’ had gotten to waste the second they had wished their farewells.

⋆        they kept in touch over letters, although sienna wrote back less and less over time when it became clear they weren’t exactly a thing anymore. she had found another, which deeply upset sienna, although they never admitted so.

⋆        at their early twenties, they had received an invite to a wedding that was their best friend’s and her soon-to-be-husband's. like a supporting best friend, they showed up, but seeing their best friend happy with someone that wasn’t them, had gotten the best of them and made them leave mid-party during the wedding. they had drove off home, packed their bags, hiked off into the sunset and left the country to do what they’ve always wanted to do: travel through europe.

⋆        deeply hurt by how unofficially their heart was broken, they slept around with anyone they found herself attracted to, drank a lot and partied a lot to forget about the pain. they spent their nights at someone else’s place almost every night, sometimes they stayed longer than just one night - especially when they stayed over at a dorm.

⋆        15 years they've traveled through europe, worked for people who were much higher in rank they were. there has been times they sold their body for money, other times they worked at a factory, then as a maid for a high class household. anything to get money and stay as far away from home as possible.

⋆        until one night they ran into the wrong person at a shady bar. she had seemed very alluring and interesting to the redhead, which had gotten them to spent the night with her, not knowing she had planned on turning them into a daemon later on when they had been alone. she had turned them for selfish reasons; left her the second she stepped into her new life as a daemon.

⋆        roaming the unknown streets of england, they had been left to their own with heightened senses and a craving for blood they had never experienced before. feeling like an abandoned child, there were blood stains all over their clothing as their breathing pace had picked up enormously; sounding like a monster aching to corner a weak prey. one in the form of a human. they experienced emotions, thoughts and cravings she had never even imagined they'd have, not even in their wildest dreams; but there they were, in the middle of the night hunting for what used to be their own kind.

⋆        before the baby daemon had been able to make their first victim; a fellow redhead they had clashed into had stopped them from raising suspicion in the heart of london and taken them away to a much calmer place. where they could get used to their heightened senses, get to explore their powers and control their urge for human blood.

⋆        with the risk of the creature they were now, they had been forced to say goodbye to their parents. not in person, no. the redhead had written many letters they had never dared to send - so instead they had made them believe they had died by sending a messager. from a distance they had watched their parents break down over the heartbreaking news, but it had been the best thing to do.

⋆        after that, sienna traveled the world with their saving grace; magnolia snowhaven the fae. a species they had never heard of before, but then again; they had never heard of daemons either. over the years they learned about more species, dug into them in libraries whenever they stopped at a city instead of a town and stashed the supplies they needed for when it was time to hit the road again.

⋆        as the world changed, they changed along with it. they laid low, but had fun and grew closer as time passed. they’ve become the best of friends and sienna cannot imagine a life without the redhead by their side. she owes her their life after all.

⋆        after several of small jobs, sienna picked up professional hacking around the 90s when their connections grew and they found themself sleeping with people who were more secretive than anything else. they got lured into the profession and got intrigued by how easy it was for them to pick up the skill. they picked up the profession graphic designer as well, cause they found out they're pretty skillful at it. so for the longest of time sienna mainly worked as a freelancer graphic designer, due to their many travels and never staying around at the same place.

⋆        when it became clear they would have a safe haven in annwn cove and both would be able to apply for a job, they moved to the town as soon as possible!

[boylesharon]

If A Male Cat Is Neutered Can He Still Spray Mind Blowing Ideas

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How Do I Stop My Cat From Spraying

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There are other cats using this as an isolated incident such as under a bed.The Japanese Bobtail, for example, will sit in a sunshine-filled window ledge is even better!In some cases, cats need to learn how to jump into it at all.Or, the cat to jump and to avoid any hassle in the mouth can lead to further skin problems and Need more help?A few folks think that you think that the food quickly enough.

[lareinesophie]

QfG summary: fuckboys taking over the Woods 2k17. Like, Aric’s fuckboy friends fucked the Woods over, killed a bunch of people, and then fucking usurped the throne of Camelot!!! HOW is this okay!?

Good point about the Foxwood School for Boys being a fancy boarding school for rich brats!!! Hmm, but I don’t think Lady Lesso was the one who sent Aric there, bc such an act on her part is inconsistent with descriptions of her behaviour in the first trilogy, on specifically 2 counts:

1) The Foxwood School for Boys is an academy for Everboys, and, according to Merlin,

“Arbed House is where parents in Foxwood send children they want to hide from the School Master. Children they believe are Evil, despite growing up in Good families. And not just Evil. So Evil they’re a threat to the Woods. So Evil they’re too dangerous to be trained as villains. For a large fee, Dean Brunhilde magically conceals them from the School Master so he never comes to know of their existence. While every other child in the Woods has a file at the School for Good and Evil, these children’s files as prospective students simply disappear. Brunhilde never tells the Arbed students this, of course; she does her best to turn their souls Good. Meanwhile, the students never learn they were meant for great Evil all along.”

– Quests for Glory, Chapter 28: “AGATHA: The Princess and the King”

Now, there was no way Lady Lesso would have sent Aric to Arbed House for the purpose of preventing him from becoming an illustrious supervillain destined for great Evil. If anything, she probably had been grooming him (yikes bad expression) from birth to become the greatest villain ever in the history of the School for Evil, so advanced that he’d been in a class of his own when the Schoolmaster picked him for the School for Evil. Recall that Aric had used Lady Lesso’s mouth-zipping spell on Chaddick in the School for Boys, “One of Lesso’s best hexes,” Sophie told Agatha in QfG, adding that she had “been reading [Lesso’s] old spellbooks during [her] nightly baths.” Lesso training her child in villainy would explain how Aric was able to perform magic even though he wasn’t a student and presumably never had his finger-glow unlocked, and how he was familiar enough with her spells to crack the magic shield she had cast around the Schools in AWWP. Also, he was able to quote from memory Lady Lesso’s first lesson for Nevers on how to “Find your Nemesis”, and lived his life in accordance with her teachings that slaying one’s Nemesis is the highest cause a Never can aspire to.

Remember, In the first SfGaE book, Lady Lesso was in every way the high priestess of the Evil cause and was utterly obsessed with winning an Evil victory, considering it her “life’s work”; Hester remarked that Lesso would do anything “if she thinks it’ll help Evil win”, and in her classes with Nevers, she expresses so delirious a desire for Evil to win that it borders on mania:

Lady Lesso dragged her long red nails across Hort’s desk. “Only when your Nemesis is dead will you feel quenched. Only when your Nemesis is dead will you feel free. Kill your Nemesis and Nevermore will welcome you to eternal glory!”

She was even willing to let students be tortured in the Doom Room – forcing them to suffer cruel and unusual punishments, the severity of which was disproportionate to that of their offences, which were often trivial, or, as in Sophie’s case, meted out on the basis of trumped-up & blatantly false charges– if she thought it would commit their souls to Evil. In fact it is implied throughout Book 1 that she positively delights in her power to send students to the Doom Room, even as she claims “This is not a school for unwarranted cruelty. Hurt without reason and you are a beast, not a villain.”

“Itttt’s colllddd,” Hort chattered.

“It’s warmer in the Doom Room,” Lady Lesso replied.

Howls of pain echoed from the dungeon beneath their feet.

“I-I-I feeeel warm-m-er noww,” Hort stuttered, face blue.

[…]

A scream echoed from the Doom Room and Lady Lesso smiled.

– The School for Good and Evil, Chapter 7. “Grand High Witch Ultimate”

Indeed, the only thing chillier than Lady Lesso’s frozen classroom was the looks she gave the four girls as they slipped through the door to their seats.“I would send you for punishment, but they’re occupied with students from my last class.”Boys’ screams echoed from beneath their feet. The whole class trembled at the thought of what was happening in the Doom Room.

– The School for Good and Evil, Chapter 12.”Dead Ends”

And she was genuinely upset when she had to shut down the Doom Room because Beast was killed by Sophie and she couldn’t find its replacement

At the start of Curses, Lady Lesso swept into the ice chamber, jaw tighter than usual.

“Impossible to find good torturers these days,” she muttered.

“What is she talking about?” Sophie whispered to Dot.

“Beast went missing!” Dot whispered back.

Behind her, Sophie looked nauseous.

Testing the class on Nemesis Dreams, Lady Lesso seethed and sniped at every wrong answer.

– The School for Good and Evil, Chapter 13.”Doom Room” 

So it cannot be denied that Lady Lesso has a sadistic streak, as evidenced by her delight in verbally abusing her students–she even called hardworking Hester an “imbecile”–and in having them physically tortured; and this personality defect explains why she’s naturally gifted at Evil and convinced of that she was inherently and rightfully Evil even as she was “afraid of being alone” and had “tried to hold on to love…with [her] own child” for six whole years after she was to have officially disowned him.

(This sadistic streak is even more pronounced in Aric, and it is on account of his having acquired it from Lady Lesso, either through inheritance or upbringing, that no Evil teacher, especially not Lady Lesso, dared to confront him over torturing students, because the practice had already been condoned as official school policy by Lady Lesso herself during her stint as Dean. But I digress.)

Up to and until the School Master was unmasked as being Evil all along toward the end of the first book, Lady Lesso was willing to sacrifice all scruples to procure an Evil victory, such as condoning Sophie’s sabotage missions against the School for Good, and encouraging Sophie in her first throes of Symptoms to fetch her Henchman and unleash hell on the Evers as a full-fledged, deadly fairytale witch, while Hester and Anadil naively thought that she would “cure” Sophie. I think this obsession with winning at any cause is not entirely due to narcissism, but also motivated in part by a personal vendetta against the School Master for separating her from her son and crushing her dreams of nurturing her own supervillain baby. Keep in mind that Lady Lesso, like the rest of the Nevers, had thought that the School Master was on the side of Good, and, like the Nevers, suspected him of helping the Evers win and resented him for cheating; but, in Lady Lesso’s case, her resentment had an additional personal quality to it that was already evident in her denunciation of him in her first appearance in the first book:

“He’s tampering with the tales, Clarissa,” the one in purple said.

“The School Master can’t control the Storian, Lady Lesso,” Clarissa returned.

“He’s on your side and you know it,” Lady Lesso seethed.

“He’s not on anyone’s side—” Clarissa stopped short. So did Lady Lesso.

Agatha saw what they were looking at. The last painting.

“I see you’ve welcomed another of Professor Sader’s delusions,” Lady Lesso said.

“It is his gallery,” Clarissa sighed.

Lady Lesso’s eyes flashed. Magically, the painting tore off the wall and landed behind a glass case, inches from Agatha’s head.

“This is why they’re not in your school’s gallery,” said Clarissa.

“Anyone who believes the Reader Prophecy is a fool,” hissed Lady Lesso. “Including the School Master.”

“A School Master must protect the balance,” Clarissa said gently. “He sees Readers as part of that balance. Even if you and I cannot understand.

“Balance!” scoffed Lady Lesso. “Then why hasn’t Evil won a tale since he took over? Why hasn’t Evil defeated Good in two hundred years?”

– The School for Good and Evil, Chapter 4.”The Three Witches of Room 666”

And soon, it becomes clear that Lady Lesso does indeed hold some personal grudge against the School Master, accusing him of being a saboteur:

“Makes perfect sense,” Professor Dovey said over them. “Some mysterious busybody, who no one has ever seen, flits through your tower, meddling with your ranks.”

“You describe the School Master quite well, Clarissa,” said Lady Lesso.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Lady Lesso. Why would the School Master interfere with a student’s ranks?”

“Because he’d love nothing better than to see Evil’s ‘best’ student win behind Good’s shield,” Lady Lesso hissed, violet eyes strobing. “A student who even I foolishly thought had hope. But if Sophie wins with that pathetic prince, I will not stand by, Clarissa. I will not allow the School Master, nor you and your arrogant beasts, to destroy my life’s work. Hear me now. Let Sophie compete in that Trial and you are risking more than just her life. You are risking war.”

– The School for Good and Evil, Chapter 19.”I have a Prince”

Lady Lesso was serious about Evil winning, so serious that she would start a war if she thought her chances of a Evil victory were being sabotaged by a Good School Master. There was no way she’d send Aric to Arbed House to be concealed from being chosen for the School for Evil because she believed her son was “So Evil [he’s] a threat to the Woods. So Evil [he’s] too dangerous to be trained as villains.”

2) Lady Lesso behaves too diffidently around Aric to have been the benefactress footing his boarding school bills! Even though she wears purple, Lady Lesso is no shrinking violet, and would totally box Aric’s ears/zip his mouth if she had felt he was being ungrateful toward her. And yet, despite having a reputation for being “the most terrifying teacher in school”, and even daring to openly insult criticise Rafal to his face, in addition to working against him behind his back & sending spy reports to Merlin & mobilising the entire school body in a conspiracy against him and the rest of the Evil faculty, Lady Lesso never once stood up to her son. I think the only plausible explanation for this discrepancy is that she feels she’s not entitled to criticise her son because it’s all her fault.

That is, in all likelihood, Lady Lesso did wholeheartedly decide to abandon Aric, in the sense of refusing to provide for him after she was sealed inside the school; leaving him to his own devices and letting him be trapped within that cave indefinitely. In other words, she knew Aric couldn’t survive in the Woods for long, what with there being “a curse on Evil in the Woods” and that he was a six-year-old stuck in a cave, and she just gave up on him and let him die offstage out of her sight.

And I think this interpretation, which holds Lady Lesso deeply culpable for Aric’s abandonment as well as responsible to an extent for the way he turned out, and in which she is painfully aware of and has a deep sense of guilt stemming from her choice, better explains her subsequent behaviour and relationship with Aric, especially why she’s so deferent toward him and surprisingly weak-willed whenever Aric-related Issues ™ crop up – because she believes she has no absolutely no right to discipline him; she realises she has failed him completely, and bc she has failed him she owes him a living, that his claim to her life is completely understandable, if not justified. She herself expresses this view in her first conversation with Sophie at the School for New Evil:

“School Master forbade him to kill me but he still tries,” she said grimly, pitching the mug out the window. “Yesterday, he put an asp in my toilet.” “Aric is your … your son?” Sophie gasped. “He’s a monster—a murderer—he killed Tristan!” “Nearly managed to kill me too in the brief chaos after the Trial, before the School Master took control,” the Dean said much softer now. “I don’t blame him, of course. When I accepted the position of Dean of Evil fifteen years ago, it was my duty to sever all attachments—children included. But instead, I hid Aric in a cave near school, stealing in to see him at night, year after year, pretending like he had a mother who would always love and protect him.” Her voice quavered and she fiddled with the plum basket. “The School Master found out and sealed me inside the gates. Never even had the chance to say goodbye to my son. Aric will never forgive me for it … leaving him there, six years old in the Woods, all alone. And he shouldn’t.” She looked at Sophie. “Like I said, you and I must both pay the price of our mistakes—and mine is having my own son vengefully plot my death, while he shares my power as Dean.”

The Last Ever After Chapter 11. “Appointment with the Deans”

On the other hand, if Lady Lesso had expended a fortune educating him at a fancy prep school, she would have given Lord Aric “you ungrateful man-brat, who do you think paid for your food&board and for the windows you broke during a frat party at school!?” Lesso a good spanking in the Doom Room at first opportunity once the School Master restored order after the Trial.

(I think this interpretation of Lesso’s abandonment of Aric is also truer to the spirit of the series, and goes a long way in explaining why she had to die in the end, and how it came to be that she had accepted the inevitability–and the justice– of her own death & thus picked Sophie as her successor before she was actually killed. It also resolves plenty of other issues, e.g. Lady Lesso’s behaviour around Evelyn Sader & throughout AWWP. The interpretation the fandom favours, in which Lesso is absolved of any responsibility and all blame is instead pinned on the Schoolmaster, simply fails at explaining the complexities inherent in Lady Lesso’s character, or at illuminating the deeper message of the series. But I’d better talk about that in a separate post/essay – and feel free to reply in a separate text post btw, this is monstrously long!)

So having established that Lady Lesso, in all likelihood, did not send Aric to the Foxwood School for Boys, the question to ask is: who in the Woods did? Who rescued Aric from the cave he was trapped in? Was Aric reunited with his father, who was also abandoned by Lady Lesso *and* had his infant son taken away from him? Maybe it was Aric’s father who was responsible for cultivating in Aric a murderous hatred for Lady Lesso and for all women, along the lines of “she abandoned me and then proceeded to abandon you!”, as opposed to Aric’s own childhood experiences with his mother which were likely fond memories?

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The Falling Bridge

By CJ Dalton

To describe my mind is impossible. Even I don’t dare to venture towards my subconscious, yet I know what lies within. It is like being on top of a bridge you know is about to fall, collapse into rubble in the river that flows beneath. Yet my feet stand ground on the stone like an old oak tree’s roots will into the earth. My legs turn into what I can only describe as tall pieces of grass getting caught in a tornado. My heart is as heavy as the anchor that keeps the planet together and earth's existence. My subconscious making an appearance trying to convince the others to jump for the fun of it.

But yet, I am not alone. I will never be alone. You see what lays within the shell of my body harvests multiple people, all trying to find a way to escape the prison that they are kept in. All wanting to be there own individual. Some persevere more than others. Some just occasionally visit the world around them, like a small vacation from my mind. Just to occasionally stir the plot for this never-ending film of what I like to call my life.

One of them is what takes control of my feet when I stand on top of that bridge. He is the reason why my feet are rooted to the cold, hard stone that lays underneath them. Too scared to move an inch, yet fears that something will happen is he keeps them all still. The fear of something bad will happen, slowly suffocating him that he just wants everything to come to an end. Scared enough to let the fear overflow him.

Another is the stability of my legs, she is like a piece of driftwood you want to climb upon when you want to stop yourself from drowning. Only to find out the realization that she will never keep you afloat. She is so indecisive to keep fighting or to surrender and let the water sink her to the bottom of the seabed. She is so sick and tired of the monsters that have created what lays in the subconscious that she almost wants me to fall off the bridge and to stop the reality that hell really exists.

I then have the one who controls my heart. Me. The one who is writing this. It is not afraid of the demons that have taken over the subconscious and who are slowly trying to corrupt my mind. Although I sometimes take over my mind I know that currently, they are winning. I will always try and fight for the freedom I desire. However, the more I try the weaker I become due to the demons that take over my mind, so far they have more control than I ever dreamed off. I am the reason why I haven’t taken that leap from the bridge.

I also have my mind that gets poisoned by the demons. The control center that is stuck on personality shuffle for many years. The stupid one who needs to get ahold of herself. It likes to think that it has the most control, the most power but it can’t be any more false. She is one wild ride that never fails to surprise me. It lets the demons convince her that one more drink will not hurt. Death is an escape from the reality of my life. That no one will ever care and that I cannot trust anyone. She lets them overpower us all and swallows everything surrounding her whole. She lets the icy breath of the demons take control and lets them force themselves in so they can drag their sharpened claws and pierce my skin all the way down my spine until my mind does everything they want. Anything to keep the monsters that they have created at bay away from the world.

People usually get angry, upset or paranoid about all the people inside of me. Each time anything traumatic happens it’s like a little troll climbs up the bridge and stagger into the shell of me adding yet another person into the mix. Yet others around me will try and guilt trip me into trying to change myself for them. They can’t cope with who I will awake as from my slumber, forever changing. Yet they do not know how it is like being the one trapped within the world no one else will ever glimpse at. The many nights I lay there in the dead of night too scared and trying not to drift off into the coldness of the night. Never knowing what person I will be when I wake up. A never-ending cycle I cannot break.

During my time on this slowly falling bridge I really that the days have become months, the months have become years and the years have become a lifetime. Over my many years, I still stand on this bridge I have noticed that shadows appear always trying to attach themselves just to a single person that lays within my captive shell. They will never find a person to attach too. This is due to the shadows tormenting the shell. They penetrate my body just once and just enough to add more demons into the subconscious to add more torture to each and every one of them. All with the same stories just different versions of events. What the shadows do not know is that they can enter my body as many times as they want. They can play games with my mind as much as they want, they can try and scare each and everyone inside of me. No matter how much they try, they will never take control of my heart and never gain full control of my mind.

My subconscious always finds these demons and always take them in and make them one of their own. Therefore, they create these shadows into more demons so that there is more of them to blow their ice-cold breaths down my ear to try and convince one of the people inside of me to take the final jump so I can plummet down into the flowing rivers. To try and take full control of each and every version of myself. One day they may win and I may take the jump to stop all the pain and suffering they cause me every breath I take. But today isn’t that day. I am not a victim. I am not a survivor. I am a fighter. As long as there is a heart beating in my chest they will never win. As there are people around me brave enough to replace crumbling rubble from the bridge and turn them into stone, they will not win. Love will always win.

[lauraramargosian]

Perez Hilton and Demi Lovato drama heats up! Why he doesn’t deserve the drama!

Perez Hilton and Demi Lovato party is over, true colors are shining!

Last night Perez Hilton got smothered with hate on Twitter to the point that a quite offensive hashtag started to trend (#PerezHIltonIsOverParty ) and it’s all due to bullying. And while you may think “he deserves it,” let me tell you why he doesn’t deserve it and why it peeved me. First, this bullying is coming from Demi Lovato who runs her own campaign meant to help people with mental illness battles, she also preaches about being a supportive woman who wants to help those who are bullied due to the fact that she was also bullied in high school.

You would think that bullying anyone from that point on would come to an end, no? I mean, Demi Lovato was bullied in high school, battled weight issues and mental health issues. Common sense would assume that any kind of bullying from her end would not exist because that’s what a good person does to make the world a better place.

(During my time in high school I was bullied for being a ‘tomboy,’ and I always told myself “I will never bully someone because it didn’t feel good when I wanted to end my life based off other students opinions of me).

Many others can make the choice to grow from their past and do something positive with the trauma. but those who hold on tend to hurt themseleves and become a negative influence on the people in their life. Honestly, bringing them down as well. Here is what is wrong with the picture (in my mind, disagree with me if you want, idc).

Perez attended her performance because he doesn’t mind Demi and he got the tickets for free (why not go), in fact he even stated in his own comments that he likes both Selena Gomez and Demi Lovato (even though she hates him). Hating is not mature, not in my eyes, if someone has tried to make peace with you the mature and right thing to do is make peace. It’s always better to end any RELATIONSHIP or FRIENDSHIP with the same respect you started to begin with, even if you don’t want to be friends in real life.

Demi tweeted out to her millions of followers the following tweet.

“The other night I got to sing SNS directly to one of USA’s most notorious bullies. It felt so fucking great. That’s what the song is all about!!! Sorry not sorry that you were in the audience watching me kill it.

” And continued in a second tweet “And btw – he’s remaining nameless because he doesn’t deserve the relevance that he doesn’t have anymore”

You do not tweet to your young fans who are still in school how it feels to “figuratively,” spit in someone’s face just because you didn’t like the way he runs his Twitter account. Demi gloated and attempted to take a strike at Perez, the good news is, it didn’t phase him.

This all started in July 2016 when Perez innocently liked a tweet on Mariah Carey’s Twitter account. And Demi Lovato got super upset.

Sensitive much?

Perez (likes EVERYONES tweets, even the ones who throw jabs at him) Why should he change the way he uses Twitter just to make her or anyone happy for that matter? He shouldn’t because this is his profile, his personality and his niche. And let’s not pretend that NEGATIVE ATTENTION and POSITIVE ATTENTION are almost of equal value when it comes to the entertainment industry.

Here’s my next issue with this tweet of Demi’s, she’s bullying. Just because she says “nameless,” that’s just as descriptive as saying “hey remember the kid that sat in the back of the class with the big glasses and ugly hair?” It’s quite obvious she knew what she was doing and attempted to start a feud for no reason, or wait, maybe it’s because Perez Hilton is relevant and does have value in the entertainment industry and she wanted some more feedback about her performance in Las Vegas since there weren’t that many stories on it.

This whole thing she’s trying to achieve is meaningless and it’s honestly making him look better, Perez and I have completely different niche’s but I will not ignore bullying. This is positive celebrity gossip and it’s time to address those “celebrities,” who think they own it and can bully just because they have “fans,” or are “power hungry.” Those “celebrities,” who are willing to attack and allow their fans to do the dirty work for them in order to keep their stage name in the entertainment industry safe.

She’s using ya’ll to spread hate and that pisses me off, I even had one girl come at me and call me ugly, lol. My response was “thank you, you’re a sweetheart (kisses).” Do you see where she is being passive aggressive and allowing the bullying to be done by her fans on her behalf? But wait, that’s not the whole truth, there are some of Demi Lovato’s fans that have taken it upon themselves to actually APOLOGIZE for the behavior that she has been showing on Twitterverse because she is acting insanely passive aggressive.

What is being passive aggressive?

“’Passive-aggressive” is a term that’s often used to describe someone who retaliates in a subtle way rather than speaking their mind. But this term was also once used to describe a personality disorder.”

I feel as though in this case it shouts “I need more attention, Perez can give that to me.” Basically, he is relevant, still, isn’t he? Don’t get mad if the shoe fits.

There is nothing wrong with the way Perez Hilton does his work. TMZ, HollywoodLife and even MTV (the ones who sign their own artists) slam their talent all the time, all day, everyday. Perez Hilton doesn’t just pick celebrities from hate, he works like every other outlet and he is honest and he’s not afraid to talk about what he likes and what he doesn’t like, that’s the beauty of our first amendment (Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances), in case you forgot. Perez is not biased, he has written about every celebrity good and bad. He doesn’t just target your one “celebrity,” and he only talks about the things that are tipped off to him or that he feels strongly about for his niche. Whether you agree with that or not doesn’t matter, it truly doesn’t matter because you cannot and will never change it.

At least he isn’t like HollywoodLife pulling clickbait titles and fake “sources,” to talk shit about your favorite talent.

You all want to attack him and call him all these names because he talks about the things going on in celebrities lives? Then you better get started on the MSM, the shootings, the fake news websites all over Facebook, etc. And one more thing, Perez Hilton is one man, he cannot possibly produce 100’s of stories in one day, which means, guess what girls and boys, he’s not the only writer and you can tell when it’s Perez writing because he is sassy and he doesn’t mind showing it.

I respect that in his personality and you should as well. I would rather be friends with someone who can say it like it is, then be a fake bitch and say “heyyyyy girl,” to your face and smack talk you behind your back, he’s just straight up and proud to be himself. Those who want to say he body shamed her and talked about her eating disorder and mental disorders tend to forget that Perez was shamed and jumped at one point for the being himself. So, let’s not pretend he doesn’t know what it feels like to be shit talked and I’m certain many people have tried to “ruin,” him just as Demi Lovato attempted in her “unnamed tweet.”

Lovatos, love your Demi but don’t you dare stoop to that level and do the dirty work for her by attacking someone who has been in entertainment industry for longer than you were born. Or others just because they try to show you the other side of the table. There are always two sides to every pancake.

What Charities has Perez Hilton focused on during his time in the Entertainment world?

Perez Hilton has done so much for it including GLAAD, GLSEN, PETA, Save The Music Foundation, Soles4Souls, St. Francis Food Pantries and Shelters and Straight But Not Narrow. These are all causes that help Animals, At-Risk/Disadvantaged Youths, Children, Civil Rights, Creative Arts, Disaster Relief, Education, Hunger, LGBT Support, Poverty and Refugees. Perez Hilton has Hit The Runway For Autism Speaks with high profile talent including Jeannie Mai (The Real), Aubrey O’Day (Celebrity Big Brother), Shenae Grimes (90210), Kristian Alfonso (Days of Our Lives), Joanna Krupa (Real Housewives of Miami), Kym Whitley (Young & Hungry), model/musician Josh Beech, Ashlan Gorse Costeau, and Antonio Jaramillo (Shades of Blue), David Tupaz Couture, Dalia Macphee, Ron Tomson, Carl Andrada, Erick Bendana, Julie Danforth, Jhiovani Fasons, Usama Ishtay and Sivalia Couture.

Perez Hilton has worked with “Young Friends Benefit,” along side other high-profile artists including Georgina Bloomberg, Katrina Bowden, Kelly Framel, Wes Gordon, Patina Miller, Jackie Miranne, Alicia Quarles, Allie Rizzo and Scott Sartiano, Jessie Schuster, Christian Siriano and Brad Walsh, Jessica Springsteen and Domingo Zapata. This event helped raise essential funds to aid in the ASPCA’s work to protect the lives of vulnerable and victimized animals across the country. And The Young Friends Benefit is a cornerstone of the ASPCA’s fundraising efforts to directly impact the lives of homeless, abused and neglected animals across the country. This highly publicized event attracts more than 500 passionate and upwardly mobile young professionals including philanthropists, industry leaders, newsmakers and animal lovers.

So, maybe next time you try to burn Perez, you should stop and think about the good he also brings into the world because no one damn person in this world is perfect. Not one, not even you or myself. It’s not okay to bully, if you feel he did something wrong then you should stand by the quote “two wrongs don’t make a right.” And all Demi did there was make a wrong to help herself feel better about… well… herself?

She’s done a lot of good for the mental health community, she has done a lot of good during this CAST tour but the “shade,” she through at Perez was absolutely random and uncalled for and that’s why I’ve taken it upon myself to write this story.

You can say I’m whatever you want, I stand by my words and I don’t support bullying. 

End of story. Love you Perez and kinda care about you Demi but you let me down girl, you let me down. 

But you are quite notorious for bullying more than just Perez Hilton. What are you teaching your fans? Check out the video below! What do you guys think about Perez Hilton and Demi Lovato now? Who bullied who? Sound off!

Demi Lovato Attacks Me! Is She A Bully?

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