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plasticfangtastic · 1 year ago

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Carnivorous Lamb ch. 4

A Homelander x M! OC fic

A/N: Happy reading, this chapter contains spicy scenes of slightly NTR nature, read at your own risk. this chapter its mostly smut lol...prev. chapter:

Tags: r18, ntr-ish, dubcon, age gap (HL is in his mid 20's, OC in his early 40's), DILF, priest kink, moral degradation, slowburn, top HL, Homie its a warning on its own.

Chapter 4

Early Spring

He was bad after all… that’s what his mother had said… that’s why his mother had smothered him… why she never stopped smothering him, why he made his father kill his mother.

He made people do bad things.

That’s why he argued with God about his calling… he must've been mistaken.

He kept people away, rid of all the pretty things in his life that were gonna do him no good but then he welcomed this one… all because he was so pretty.

Now he had broken him.

John would dissapear in the morning.

John would not come back for a long time.

The bruises he left would heal, no longer any proof that he had been here in the first place.

God spoke to him for the first time as he caught the boy on the news, his failures broadcasted for the nation to see.

He spoke with God for many dreamless nights until he understood his purpose.

On a perfect spring Monday morning he came back.

In his garden where the trees flowered readying to bring more peaches, Homelander took a step towards the building glad to see it had been painted recently.

“I should tie a bell on you.”

He almost fainted from the surprise, putting his books to the side, staring him down across the aisle.

“I could learn to knock.”

The priest smile warmly at him.

“I… I wanted to see you…” Amarello whispered.

“You wanted to see me?” he looked around as if he was speaking to somebody else and not at him.

“To know if you were alright? You left without saying goodbye… I was worried…”

The thought of him worrying for him washed away all the nerves off his being, he had done something awful to a man so kind, he had made him break his vows, made him accept his feelings and then dumped him like he was another floozy– he was special so why did he treat him like just another mud-person.

Amarello was nothing like the others… This was more than proof of that… that even after he abandoned him, he still missed him, he still worried for him.

Guilt settled quickly, knowing he had behaved so poorly to a man he should’ve appreciated. To a man who had so much space in his heart left but only for him.

The older man tore the space between them, approaching quickly just to check on the younger man.

“You've been fumbling quite a bit according to the news… have you been praying? You stopped coming for my advice so I assumed you didn’t need it anymore but I hope you still ask for some…” he bit his lips– Is my fault isn’t it? I don’t want you to feel like it's your fault, John… I did you wrong.”

A hand wearily reached for his face, cupping his cheek glad to be welcomed, glad that the lamb nuzzled his face against his sullied touch.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. I swear. I never meant to do that… I… please don’t think I am crazy, Father… I… I have this friend inside me… sometimes… sometimes he takes control. And he’s good! but he’s angry… He has to be stronger and smarter than anybody else, even me… to protect us… he… he’s so angry… and we do these awful things…”

“It doesn’t matter, my son.”

He pulled him closer wanting to hold him in his arms, but choosing not to.

“Tell me what burdens you so heavily that you’re failing to uphold your end of the deal.”

“...end of the deal?”

“God gave you these powers for a reason… your purpose in life is to use them… not to squander them, not so you could fail at rescuing folks from a burning building… It’s my fault, no?”

His hand retreated, ashamed of touching him as those blue eyes watched him in confusion, hands creeping to the sides of the man as soon as he felt him pullign away, he wouldn’t let him go far, Homelander wanted him here with him, wanted to decipher his words with minimal effort.

“You had nowhere to put your burdens because of me… what I did to you… what I made you do… I promise I’ll help you get better…”

“It was…?”

“Is my fault that our lord its turned away from you… why all this awful had befallen you” His once light voice grew heavy– I asked for guidance, I asked and asked until I ran out of breathe to understand what I had to do to help you if you ever came back…”

A mind could conjure a hundred strange things but not more stranger than this priest bizarre words, his gaze so dead he wasn’t sure if this was a fever dream, he sunk into his shoulders, catching a whiff of his scent, wrapping his arms around him, Amarello lacked any hesitation returning his gestures with affection breathing in the clean scent of his soft John– he had made him sick, he thought.

Hence why he had become so sloppy, why he had become a caped danger, even if they saw him as great and pure, he could tell by the mountainwork of propaganda being spouted by Vought to make every mistake appear not so bad, that he was being abandoned by their heavenly father.

Remedy his mistake… he had to by any means.

“You don’t think there’s anything wrong with me…? You don’t think–

“You’re good. You should be good… there’s nothing of you that was carved wrong…. let me help you stay good.” he whispered so quietly, Homelander could’ve missed it if he hadn’t been eager to receive his compassion.

Homelander nuzzled his neck, his lips parting to take in the heated skin, his hand tugging on the cloth.

“All the disease festering in you… let me take it with me… let me carry it for you…”

His taste was sweet, as sweet as his words and his touch, as sweet as peach flowers, this body twisting and learning, adapting and molded to his needs, fast and shallow thrust fill him as the Supe continues to flourish inside of him, his body numb and hazed as the nonstop stimulation continues– as he seeks to build rivers inside him, as he seeks to flood him with all the terrible things that he held back until he’s returns as a blank slate.

Bloodied kisses return old bruises, more handprints tattooed his hips and thighs, as he squeezes and lifts him, as he continues to slam himself with wet grunts, the room echoes every wet sounds, every squeak and mewl that escapes the priest, the doors unlock and for a moment he worries that a choir member will walk in on them, if his usual drunks will walk in on them, if another lost soul would find them… how would he explain that this is not corruption– that this is spiritual medicine? or better say… ritualistic purification.

How to explain as the young men hoist him on top of him stroking his cock as his body grows limp around his shoulders, leaving his sins in the only way God would let him?

Nobody finds him, nobody finds them as the young man cleans him, his tongue savoring the mixture, tongue digging the overly stimulated entrance, it puffs and opens around his lips, crying as his body wants more, his body that’s so weak and wasted somehow craves for more and he has to stop himself from going down that train of thought.

This is merely a duty… he cannot feel pleasure from this, he cannot reward himself with the flesh, this is just the way this messenger had opted to dispose of the sinful seed, of the germinating evil within.

He’s left full of his hate and this numbing heat in his stomach, his ears unable to listen to the words of the young Homelander as he kisses his nape relentlessly.

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kemakoshume · 3 years ago

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「𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤」 (bokuto x f!reader)᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘᠃ a/n; i wrote this to procrastinate from writing my other chaptered fics :'D i get overwhelmed with how much i wanna add to ch fics so i needed a crack fic break. enjoy! xox // network tag(s): @anime-central <3 @hanayanetwork <3 @hqintheclub warnings; actually more suggestive than nsfw i guess but minors DNI anyway. crack, frats/sororities, mentions of sex but no like big sex scene (imma be honest with y'all... i rly didn't feel like writing one just for the sake of having it in here lmao sry), choking... gone wrong (but no one dies). time skip spoilers (names of new members and teams and stuff) — sakuatsu & kagehina are in this [3.4k words] ~

There were originally three rules in the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house:

Uphold the fraternity standards & bylaws* and hold your brothers accountable to these standards.

Honor the assigned quiet hours, chore wheels, & don’t enter people’s private spaces without asking. In summary: keep your shit clean and don’t be a dick.

A. School — stay at least part-time in your credit hours, keep up with whatever PhysEd major you’re taking, and keep your GPA above a 3.0; if you need any help studying please for the love of god speak up. B. Sports — Stay active in a team partnered with the Fédération Internationale de Volleyball (obviously MSBY—if you made it this year—go Jackals), or an accredited team in your sport of choice.

*Except for the bylaws about drinking. Fuck that noise. We’re all adults & we’re getting smashed.

Then, due to some extraneous circumstances, the executives had to add two more:

*** Per our landlord (yes she included the bold and all caps): “KEEP THE FUCKING TO A MINIMUM.” Apparently, our lovely Sigma Chi neighbors can hear us & we’re disrupting their quiet hours, so make it hard for us to know that you’re doing it if you’re doing it. Also, not a house rule just a moral reminder: consent is key gentlemen.

Please refrain from breaking the beds and/or bed frames (or shower doors, Atsumu). They’re expensive.

*Partners are still allowed, just be quieter if you can help it.

You and your boyfriend have some issues navigating the new additions.

Bokuto has been a member of Sigma Phi for about a year now. He’s been your boyfriend for about six months. Six long months that proceeded three months of “courting,” as your sorority house mom and your sorority president, Alisa, had put it—all of which culminated in lots and lots of raucous, euphoric, occasionally ethically questionable, noise-complaint inducing sex.

It was officially time for you, amongst some others, to pay the piper for that.

“Alright guys, thank you all for coming down. I asked both you and your partners here today to go over some changes to the house rules; since some of them also involve you ladies, and gentlemen—hello Kageyama, congrats on your team’s win last Friday—it seems right to have you all here for this at once. Plus, you’re normally here anyway so why not.” Meian walks to the side of the couch, changing the slide on the projector screen illuminating the blank white wall of the living room to the ‘Da Rules’ section.

“So, as you can see, we have two new rules on top of the old ones. Read them yourself—let me know if there are any questions after you do.”

You looked up at the screen, scanning your eyes over the words on the slide carefully to make sure you understood exactly what the fraternity president was saying via the changes. Bokuto sat next to you, his fingers slotted into yours. All of the other members of his fraternity, both single and non, gathered around you scrambled and laid across the living room furniture. Those that weren’t single had their partners cozied up to their sides as well, looking much like you and your own boyfriend did.

A few faces around you furrowed, including yours and Bokuto’s, as everyone finished reading the slide in full.

“Wait… so we can’t have sex here anymore?” Atsumu speaks up, cuddled underneath Sakusa’s arm. “I thought that was only a stupid rule for the sorority houses, just like that sexist “no booze for them but it’s okay for us” bullshit. When did this happen?”

His question is followed by a wave of voices all filling the space asking similar questions. With the better part of forty-odd people in the room, it’s almost deafening for a moment. “Oh my god, shut up,” Meian says, his temperate voice loud even without needing to yell. He began rubbing roughly at his temples. “Did none of you read the asterisk for the sex part? It literally says right here that ‘Partners are still allowed, just be quieter if you can help it.’ Okay?” the leader says, looking around the room for objections. All he sees is the dejected look of newly minted adults back.

You look up at Bokuto, batting your lashes softly in very visible disappointment. It wasn’t like you needed to be loud, you just couldn’t help it. He fucked you too good to not make noise; sure, there were ways to mitigate it, but having the option to be vocal for him all but taken away from you, solely because your other sorority sisters—give or take a few—were fucking lame, was not it.

“I’ll go over there and give my dear sisters a fat kiss with my knuckles,” you speak up, gritting your teeth. “Think that would solve their issues?”

The few girls in the room that you know from your own greek life nod, mischief painted on their faces just like it was on yours.

Meian sighs, “Look, we have to be respectful of our neighbors. Some of which house quite a few of you lovely ladies sitting here right now, so if you have an issue with the noise complaints, plural, then take it up with your Sigma Chi sisters, sans violence, and your house mom. Have fun with that argument when she makes you take it up with your executive board. I’d love to see how hard you push back on this if it comes to that.”

Atsumu groaned, throwing his head back against the couch with his hands rubbing at his eyes, rocking back into an upright position with his elbows on his knees.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” he says, talking more so out loud and to the rest of you than at the president. “We pay almost two-grand a year, each, to be in this frat and live in this house, not even including the day-to-day money stuff—and you’re telling me I can’t fuck my boyfriend as loud as I want behind my own closed doors? Please.”

“Ha,” Inunaki scoffs, chuckling to himself, “nice to finally get confirmation that Ku is the receiver there. Never would’ve guessed. You both sound like you’re taking it with how loud you are Tsumu.”

The twin scowls at the libero, his fingers twitching to flick the upperclassman in the center of his forehead. He relents, knowing that the older man could beat his ass if he tried. His years of training by fighting his brother would amount to nothing.

Bokuto clears his throat, sitting up straighter in his seat to address the chapter president. “So, not to be a dick about it but, uh, Atsumu has a point. We do pay to be here. We all follow the chapter rules, and besides, it’s not our fault the Chi girls—well, the other Sigma Chi girls, can’t hang. We don’t bitch about it when they have trivia night over there and scream shit about physics and mammals or whatever all night. Why do they get to tell us what to do in the privacy of our bedrooms?”

You nod along, jutting out your chin indignantly. You had plenty of love for your sorority and your sisters, but you were stifled enough within the insanely strict, explicitly sexist, utterly infuriating greek life bylaws that only seemed to affect the sororities, but not the fraternities somehow (even though they—other frats, not your boyfriend’s—were the ones that tended to be the cause of national news level scandals). Making the trek across the lawn to shack up in Bokuto’s bedroom was a whole different sea of freedom and opportunity that you just weren’t afforded as a sorer.

Paying money to be parented by a greek life system that didn’t understand that women could handle themselves with freedom, and to now have your freedoms oppressed even further in a house your boyfriend paid to keep running… man, fuck that. You joined greek life for the parties, the networking opportunities, and the community. You didn’t join for this shit.

Meian sighs, turning off the projector and flipping on the lights. He comes around the couch to sit on the arm, looking at all of you scattered around the large room. “Well, that’s the issue. The doors are closed, but the windows aren’t. Also, the walls are shit, the pipes carry noise outside, and all of you sound like you’re auditioning for America’s Next Top Pornstar during the weekends, and during the week in between practices—hello, again, Kageyama.”

The man shakes his head, sinking into his seat where Hinata is wrapped around him like a koala, grumbling something under his breath.

“Look, point-blank, keep the noise to a minimum, at least during the week. This isn’t just coming from me, we had a whole exec board meeting over this, and the landlord can and will kick us out of here if there are too many noise complaints filed on us with the city. Do you wanna go back to living in dorm rooms? Because I don’t. So, suck it up,” he says, a sense of finality in his tone. “You’re all dismissed.”

With that, the president leaves—stalking his way out of the backdoor and down the stone-step pathway out to the small man-made lake behind the fraternity house.

You all look around at each other in the room, small groans and whines coming from almost everyone in the space; well, those with dedicated partners at least.

“Well, sucks to be you guys,” Adriah said, lifting himself off of the floor. “Looks like there is more than one benefit to fucking older women that have their shit together already. See ya!”

He left as well, along with most of all the other single members of the frat. The rest of you loitered around the living room, talking and bitching about things amongst yourselves.

“I wonder if this whole thing will be on a recycle strike system like the other behavior-based rules,” Bokuto said, pulling you into his lap as you moved to sit on the floor. “Like… you can fuck up three times before getting your shit fucked but the strikes refresh every ninety days or whatever.”

A few of the boys hummed, some moving around the room picking up little trash things off the floor, while a few others handed beers around to those who wanted one.

“It might be,” Hinata said, his hair squashed by the weight of Kageyama’s chin resting on the crown of his head. “But, Meian probably won’t clarify until one of us breaks the rule so we can’t try to abuse the strikes beforehand. Fuck, he’s an evil genius.”

Inunaki chuckles, making his way across the room to go out the back exit door. “I don’t see why you’re all already trying to skirt around this one rule so hard. The board didn’t make this decision lightly; we know you’re all adults and deserve to have fun, but you did sign on and agree to rule changes, and at the end of the day this wasn’t really up to any of the admin. Just experiment with fuckin’ ball gags and embrace the wondrous world of asphyxiation or something if you really can’t keep it down—just, be careful! Be safe, don’t die.” The treasurer opened the door, only getting halfway out before he turned around again. “Just saying, you don’t have to alert the whole neighborhood that you’re fucking to prove to each other that it’s good! I promise.”

With that, he leaves, and you slump against Bokuto’s chest. Twiddling your thumbs together as you let your throats roam; pondering the older man’s words as you sit in their wake.

Choking. You’d never done that. What better time to try it?

“Hey Bo,” you whisper, turning in your boyfriend’s lap to whisper in his ear, “I think Shion might be on to something. Wanna go to your room for a little bit before dinner? Try some things out? Maybe… Youtube some stuff, watch some visual examples?”

His eyes darken to a medallion gold, looking down at you. He slides his hand along your jaw, gripping your face lightly to pull you into a mildly heated kiss. Through the slight daze of being kissed breathlessly by your partner, you do manage to note the sound of other kisses being shared in the room.

Looks like you’re all on the same page.

Bokuto breaks the kiss, his hand already underneath your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your soft tummy. “Hey guys, we’re gonna—” he said, stopping in his verbal tracks as he looked over to see nearly every couple left in the room making their way off to separate corners of the house—some even opting to go outside. The quickly approaching darkness of early-winter nightfall and the glorious lack of summer bugs made it easy to have some fun outdoors as well.

Looks like you all were really on the same page.

Bokuto stood the two of you up, grabbing your hand to lead you up the side staircase to his upper floor bedroom. The only two left in the room after you’d gone were Atsumu and Sakusa, holding each other in their arms as they kissed and cuddled around the kitchen.

You pretended not to see Atsumu dipping down to balance on his heels in front of his boyfriend as you ascended the stairs.

So, Youtube does in fact not have all the answers. Porn, even less so.

A little protip in case you needed confirmation on this: having your boyfriend—your boyfriend with no pro-dom experience—choke you to keep you quiet during sex… not a great idea. Even with both written and visual examples under your belt on how to do the thing, experimenting with heavier dominant aspects of sex is always best taught slowly, and by a professional.

You did not do things slowly or watch anything that came from a professional.

You can hear your boyfriend panicking, running next door into Hinata’s room with insane urgency. Though, despite how his panic may have made things seem, you were actually fine. You felt the slightest soreness blooming around your neck— where his hands had just been—and from his yelling pre-bolting out of the room you could tell your lips had the slightest tinge of blue developing on them, but you were actually breathing completely fine; the oxygen just needed a moment to fully flood back into your brain and up through to the surface of your skin.

Five more minutes of that and then maybe things would be a different story. Though Bokuto, understandably, thought he had accidentally murdered you, despite seeing your eyes open and responsive.

“Help! She… I think she’s hurt, and—fuck, less important detail but I’m gonna go to fucking jail!”

You chuckle as you hear him running door to door, asking for someone, anyone of his roommates to come help, and to call the emergency services line. You feel the subspace—the little elevation of epinephrine, endorphins, and enkephalins in your brain—beginning to alleviate itself a bit as you manage to sit up in bed, draping a blanket across your body to cover up, sipping at the water he had sitting on his bedside table when he launches himself back into his bedroom, tears running down his incredibly handsome, perfectly himbo-ish, face.

“Baby!” he yells, dropping to his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist. His head is laid against your boobs, sobbing uncontrollably into your chest.

“Honey,” you say back, giggling as he continues with his tears. “Why are you crying?”

He sobs harder at your question, squeezing you just a bit tighter. Before he can answer, a few of his roommates come barreling into the room with an emergency worker in tow as they practically push the man into the bedroom. You can hear the sounds of basically everyone in the house running around trying to be of some assistance in the background.

“Hi,” the paramedic says, his voice soft and sweet, “My name’s Kenjiro. I’m just gonna take a look at you really quickly if that’s okay. Please remove the grown man from your front side and take off your bracelet for me please.”

Bokuto very reluctantly moves out of the way, sitting at the end of the bed by your feet as the healthcare professional starts to measure your vitals.

“So, can you tell me what happened in your own words,” he asks you, his eyes noticeably looking above your head to the slight indents forming in the wall from the (now cracked) headboard smacking against it—despite the little blocks you’d put in place to keep it from doing that.

You run through the tale of the evening, your cheeks and chest blooming with heat as you notice the small group of boys still standing outside of the room—some just standing ideally around while some are on the phone, and a few speak to the other paramedic that had come by as backup.

“I’m fine, honestly!” you say, your voice lower than normal from the strain you’d allowed your boyfriend to put on it. “We just tried something new and it didn’t exactly go as planned.”

“Something, meaning asphyxiation?” the paramedic asks, his face looking subtly smug. He places a blood pressure cuff on your arm, starting up the device as he puts a little clamp on the tip of your finger.

“Yes, that. I got a little… out of it, and didn’t tell him to stop when I got dizzy and I guess I was still making noise so he didn’t notice, and… yeah. Totally consensual, if that’s what you’re worried about. We’re just stupid and got a little carried away.”

The man chuckles, looking over at your boyfriend who’s three shades paler than he normally would be and looking like the human personification of anxiety.

“Well, that’s good. I don’t see anything that would allude to any unsavory actions. Nothing’s broken, you’re able to speak to me just fine, and your levels are back up. So, I think that’s all from me. Just be more careful next time. Maybe shelve the kinky stuff until you’ve researched it more.”

You slump against the pillows nestled behind your back in Bokuto’s bed as the healthcare team leaves, leaving only you and Bokuto—and all of his frat brothers—in the home.

“So, she’s fine?” Hinata quips, shirtless with messy hair that presumably meant you’d interrupted their fun. Atsumu comes up the stairs leading to your room two at a time, Sakusa close behind as he asks much of the same.

Bokuto explains for you that things are fine, and you both apologize for making everyone worry.

“Well, good. Meian and Inunaki both do know about this now though, so just FYI… I’d expect a little meeting about this later.”

You both nod, sighing and sinking into the sheets together again as the men all scatter back to their own little corners of the house, leaving you two to the silence of his room.

“Maybe we should stick to the ball gag idea next time,” you say, mischief clear in your eyes as you cuddle your boyfriend.

He chuckles, pulling you onto his chest to kiss every part of your face. “Not a chance in hell on that one.”

So, fast forward two days, and a lot of security camera footage review, later—the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity house has three more new rules.

6. From now on, you break it, you buy it. No more sponsor money will be allocated towards sex-related property damage.

7. The rooms will be soundproofed on Saturday. Obviously having sex quietly & not causing bodily injury is too hard for you for some reason, so we’re making it easier on you. Once the soundproofing is done, no more sex outside of your soundproofed rooms; not in the bathrooms, not in the backyard, not in the kitchen… you gross little heathens. Also, a reminder: close your windows and the blinds before you do it. The elders that walk the campus for exercise can see you & they have complained.

8. No more almost murder in the frat house. My heart can’t take this.

And all any of you could say in return was, "yeah, we deserved this.”

yaaay that was that. a little mental break from working on my chaptered fics bc they're all becoming their own little beasts. i crossposted this on ao3 — bookmark it if you'd like to have it in case something ever happens to this blog (god forbid). tyty for reading xox

#bokuto x reader #bokuto x chubby reader #bokuto x you #bokuto smut #crack fic #hanaya network #hqintheclub #kk.writes #kk.middleground #kk.haikyuu #time skip spoilers #hq timeskip #hq timeskip spoilers #pls dont flop

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herglowinggirl · 4 years ago

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Hello, familiar anon here, I didn't ask the question about an SOK ending where Yun lives and gains redemption. I also wouldn't mind having my own tag. I haven't found any other evidence of Yun shipping Kyoshi and Rangi outside of "The Boy From Makapu". How does Kyoshi view Yun later in her life( up to the first year after "The Meeting", creating Kyoshi Island nearly 25 years later, the last years of her life)? Would Kyoshi ever mention or talk about Yun after the events of The Shadow of Kyoshi?

hello! and yes I have some thoughts on this and how it would impact the advice Kyoshi gave to Roku and Aang. this got long but I’d love to break down parts of it to write fic, which I think I will do and perhaps post before Kyoshi Fortnight. But I digress, it’s long enough that I have decided to use subtitles. If anything skip to the end about the advice she gave Roku and Aang I think it’s most relevant to what I want to say and also my favorite part.

what I talk about under the cut: the ways I believe yun’s death would impact kyoshi’s actions after tsok and what the advice she gave aang and roku actually means (my thoughts on “only justice will bring peace” means)

would kyoshi talk about yun during her lifetime?

Yes. First off, it would be impossible to avoid him in the political landscape, because it is mentioned that he passed lots of judgements and signed treaties, ect. Although Kyoshi has grown in her leadership style and it’s turned a little (a lot) anti-establishment, she would still need to deal with the fallout of Yun not being the Avatar, because there would be a need to re-sign treaties and settle disputes with people seeking to take advantage of others now that the Avatar has “changed” would have to be dealt with and in tandem, Yun’s legacy.

But also, in a duology that features grief, I find it a natural continuation of the narrative that Yun would be mourned. You don’t stop knowing or loving someone after they pass, and I feel like mourning all of Yun—the boy he was, where he came from, his legacy, the decisions he made, the impact he had on the people around him, even how he hurt people—is only natural and is slightly unavoidable. I think Kyoshi mourns all of her deceased loved ones.

Just, like the concept of this: she’s always hated pai sho but now when she faces a board in her gut and in her throat things feel wrong because it reminds her of what Yun had to do to survive. A breeze smells like the flour and air Kelsang sent into her face the moments before everything changed. She collects pebbles that Lek would’ve liked. Rangi brings her fire lilies for an anniversary and she starts crying. She sings songs with Wong that were her parent’s favorites that coincidentally, Kelsang knew too.

community in grief and kyoshi’s relationships

He was Rangi’s friend, too. Auntie Mui and Hei-Ran are sure to mourn him in their own ways. In tSoK Kyoshi calls her team Avatar a group of contradictions and misfits and in his way, Yun was too. The false Avatar. What a title!

A continuation of the concept: Rangi and Kyoshi remind each other of him every day for a while, swapping stories about him when it gets to be too much, making eye contact when they can hear his voice making light of something stupid an official has said. Hei-Ran makes her do drills she made Yun do. Auntie Mui makes his favorite dish on his birthday that they do not pass in silence, because then what would they be, that group of misfits, to forget another outcast? If they don’t mourn the boy from Yokoya who will mourn them, or who would’ve mourned them if they hadn’t been so lucky? Who will care for the beggars and orphans of the world if not the Avatar who was once one of them and her companions? In a way, the retribution and pain of it all is justice for the life that Kyoshi took. Like, there’s just so much to unpack in the way she says “Was I right about anything at all? What will they say about me? Avatar Kyoshi, who killed her friend because she couldn’t save him?” But I don’t think her guilt would silence her.

That being said, Yun was fundamentally a victim of a system that failed him. The same one that failed Kyoshi. In another way, her actions are justice on a world that failed her and her best friend and the similarities they shared, and she’s able to take those actions because of the way that Yun impacted her, for better or for worse. So yes, I think during her lifetime, she would speak of Yun and who he was, not letting people forget the ways they (and she) failed him and how easily everyone wants to forget their failure. It brings me to the way she was so angry with the Earth Kingdom establishment for discarding him and trying to hide history away. I don’t think she’d ever do that, even if she did...uh, dispatch him.

kyoshi, immortality, and her role as an avatar

I’d like to turn to two passages:

Kyoshi: “The way you describe it, you’d have to decide what version of yourself you’d be stuck as, forever.”

Lao Ge: “Exactly! Those who grow, live and die. The stagnant pool is immortal, while the clear flowing river dies an uncountable number of deaths.”

and

In the future, perhaps, she’d become finalized like carved stone. It would be easier to deal with the world then. She could only hope.

[...]

She still had to be careful not to lose her balance and fall. Kyoshi kept her eyes focused on her difficult path, sometimes stumbling but making sure to catch herself, taking one step at a time.

This isn’t directly related to what I think she would say, but more about how she lets her experiences, and therefore, her experiences and relationship with Yun, affect who she is. Here, F.C. Yee is detailing the person we see in her cameo in A:tLA. It’s a testament to her growth, yes, but also to how she lived so long. She’s allowed to grow now, while she’s young and still learning. But eventually Kyoshi’s growth will wane, leaving us with the iron woman we saw in A:tLA.

Remember when I said I would call F.C. Yee a sap for the very last Kyoshi POV line? It’s the last sentence in my second excerpt, is that Kyoshi is allowing herself make mistakes. It’s pretty obviously a little deeper than the concept of walking down a slope: She became one of the most revered Avatars, we know how her story ends, if not lots of the in-betweens, but F.C. Yee tells us right here in that sentence. She changed and she learned.

I think, however, that eventually she had to pick a place to stop in order to stop aging. If I had to pick a point where she became “immortal” I’d pick Rangi’s peaceful and timely death surrounded by her loved ones on Yokoya (not Kyoshi Island since I’m going to maintain that her A;tLA cameo was “immortal” Kyoshi) and I think Lao Ge killed her—or at least convinced her to let go.

further thoughts on her longevity: rangi’s role and future

Ok before anybody comes into my inbox like “um zey herglowinggirl I need you to know that actually Rangi also lived to 230 😌″ because I understand the sentiment it’s more like here’s what I’d like to discuss: Kyoshi can’t be immortal around Rangi because Rangi is in so many ways her catalyst for growth. First off, it would be completely out of character for Rangi to be immortal, because she’s constantly moving and being and feeling and judging and that changes her. Positive jing. And Lao Ge says it: “those who grow, live and die.” Rangi believes in the best and strives for the best, for perfection. For Kyoshi to freeze herself and become immortal, that would require picking an imperfect state. And as we know, Sei’naka women do not accept imperfection 😤.

Although Rangi promises to always be by Kyoshi’s side, I think in the latter years of Kyoshi’s live it’s more like the impact that Rangi has had on her in that frozen state. That voice of Rangi’s is part of Kyoshi in those years. However, without Rangi, it is unlikely that Kyoshi will always or commonly choose to act on it. It’s stated multiple times throughout the novels that Rangi is Kyoshi’s center and that she doesn’t know who she’d be without Rangi, but I think the logical conclusion is immortal. With Rangi’s death she becomes her own center by stopping her growth; with Rangi’s death she just becomes...that stone she was talking about, where it does get easier to make decisions because you’re not striving to constantly change and grow. It’s almost a coping mechanism, if you will. Because Kyoshi is more than Rangi, can function without Rangi, it’s just not necessarily pretty.

lao ge’s role and future

Which brings me to my “in my personal version of canon Lao Ge kinda maybe killed Kyoshi” point. Rangi is in no way Kyoshi’s morality, but she is very much the idealistic ‘better’ half. With this catalyst of hope and change gone, I think back to the creation of the Dai Li—it very much sounds to me like something Jianzhu would do. Kyoshi, who had previously been the breakdown of negotiations, created a secret op police force?

I think the moment Kyoshi started being the establishment, the moment she was the band-aid instead of the solution (much like Yun was, hint hint) Lao Ge would’ve paid her a visit. Either this or the creation of the Dai Li created a catalyst for perhaps an existential crisis, perhaps just being tired, perhaps simply knowing what is best...Kyoshi is, and always will be, a sworn criminal who cannot uphold the law, only her own judgements. She is both the law and the breaking and bending of it, and when she loses this balance when Rangi falls from her side and she becomes her own rock I think it would swing her away from her center, and this is where she becomes immortal. Eventually, it would become enough of an issue for people to intervene and tell her that her time as an Avatar is coming to an end.

advice to future avatars

This is my favorite point and I’ll tie it back to Yun in just a second. I have posted about thinking about the impact of Yun’s death on Kyoshi and how that would’ve impacted her legacy and the advice she gave Roku and Aang before. Honestly what strikes me is how proud Kyoshi would be of Aang. The way that each Avatar must learn to forge their own way and become their own person and what their era needs, balancing themselves, is something so lovely. I think Kyoshi would’ve absolutely loved how Aang took the advice of his predecessors and said “no, I know what would be better for me,” and I think post-tSoK Kyoshi, who has learned she has to forge her own way and style as a leader, would love and be so proud of him for that.

However, that doesn’t mean that her advice doesn’t have weight. I think mainly her “immortal” phase would perhaps have an impact on the way Yun impacts her advice. I think “only justice will bring peace” also speaks to the finality of death. Just like immortality, death keeps growth from happening. “only justice will bring peace” is also a nod to the way you must learn to cope with your actions and the way you feel about them. It’s also about Aang’s inner peace, which is something I don’t think I’ve ever seen mentioned. Everyone always wants to talk about what he should’ve done and how Kyoshi was right because she told Aang about her choice to let Chin die, but I think she actually guided him to the idea that you should be ok with yourself. To be confident in what you do and take up responsibility for your actions. Kyoshi wasn’t telling him murder was good. She was telling him she owned up to her actions and chose to make those decisions as an Avatar. To me, this finality speaks of growth after Yun’s death and the end of tSoK. She has grown and then frozen, but that means she has changed.

And although I don’t have an answer for what advice she might’ve given Roku, I think it’s a good way to interpret this. The only thing keeping Kyoshi from being honest about Yun’s death is the fact that Zoryu has “Yun” locked up. I think this is likely one of her biggest regrets, that she cannot be honest and responsible for something that weighs so heavily on her soul. This, I think, guides her advice. Only justice will bring peace. Now that I’ve thought it out, perhaps it wasn’t Lao Ge, and perhaps it was the idea that Yun had never been done justice and perhaps that turmoil never changed, which made her long-lived but not quite immortal. She cannot quite know the peace of death nor of life.

I think she must’ve told Roku that no matter what, he must accept the consequences of what he does. He’s not willing to loose that friendship and I think Kyoshi would’ve understood that, and the questions Roku would’ve had to pose himself as an Avatar. That is Kyoshi’s advice. Only justice, true justice in the form of accountability and self-actualization as a leader, will allow you to make good decisions. The acceptance of this: that whatever he does, he must be willing to accept it’s legacy, learn from it, and teach the next Avatar just as she let Yun’s death affect her leadership and what she taught. And I think that’s probably incredibly poetic, even if I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.

#this might be my magnum opus. will someone on bryke's team just hire me to write an animated kyoshi novels please #honestly im filled with such love id do it for free nd everything #the shadow of kyoshi #avatar: the last airbender #yun #the kyoshi novels #rangshi #kyoshi #the rise of kyoshi #familiar anon #anonymous #answered asks #rangi #kyoshi novels meta #atla meta #z.txt

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strikethanatos · 5 years ago

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Why I Left The Hypno/BDSM Basement

Many of you don’t know me. I apologize for that. I have a hard time being social in large groups, so I just don’t do it. My bad. If you do know me, it’s probably as a moderator of any of a number of hypnosis servers on Discord, including The Hypnotic Speakeasy, of which I am the proprietor, and for a short while The Hypno/BDSM Basement. I quit the mod team and left there recently, and I think you deserve to know why.

See, to me, power has a function: to protect. We who have power are bound by an inescapable duty use it to protect those who do not have it, and that is especially important in the hypnosis community, because the potential harms that arise from us falling down on the job are much more severe. Make no mistake. Hypnosis can absolutely ruin lives. We lie to ourselves that we can’t be made to do something we didn’t want to do in the first place, but famously, there was a hypnotist during the Cold War who hypnotized someone into robbing a bank, claiming that it was his duty to do so to fight Communism.

Because some hypnotists have that power to change more than we should, we have to constantly be on guard to make sure that we are doing what is in the best interests of our subjects, especially given that so few of us are trained therapists. However, we all fail. We all make mistakes. And when we do, it is our duty to ourselves and those whom we have wronged to apologize where possible, to right our wrongs where possible, and to learn from what we did. I am not saying that one bad mistake should necessarily get one exiled forever. What I am saying, however, is that forgiveness should not be given freely, but earned.

The decision to allow MindEraser, also known as NeuralNetsandPrettyPatterns, to remain in the Basement, fully cognizant of his abuses against the greater hypnosis community, is in a word inexcusable. He has not apologized. He has not admitted that anything he did was wrong, much less any specific thing. He just “wants the past to be the past.” No matter what he says, he has not learned. He is still trying to twist consent to mean what it doesn’t. He is still summoning internet mobs to attack people and coerce institutions he dislikes. He uses the same tools to try to get his way that he has always used in the past. Anyone remember when he got banned from every hypnosis convention in North America and Europe, and how he had people go to con committees to tell them what a swell guy he is? Or when he asked followers on Tumblr to appeal the decision to tag his account as being NSFW en masse? Or when he’s dragged people into the main chat of the Pattern Palace to have them explain to everyone why they questioned some decision of his? When he continues to use the same methods, why should you ever believe that he himself has changed?

Here is my issue with him. He has proven time and time again to be predatory and vindictive. He denies responsibility for the consequences of his actions, claiming that it is the responsibility of the subject to reject inappropriate suggestions. He says this, even though anyone with even a basic knowledge of the hypnosis community knows that some people are more suggestible than others, that some people respond more to suggestions than others do, and that some people are less able to reject suggestions than others. Knowing this, he’s released a file that told listeners things like, “You’re gonna forget those other women (men)”, “They are never as good as me”, “They are never as good as me”. (Source: https://kallie-den.tumblr.com/post/171704815843/thesecretsubject-kallie-den-hypdom-this)

That was inexcusable.

And what was his response? To call anyone who was concerned about this a “white knight with something to gain”, to deflect any and all blame, to deny responsibility for what happens to subjects who listen to his files. (Source: https://thesecretsubject.tumblr.com/post/171650964672/note-to-the-hypnosis-community) That is inexcusable.

By that ethical standard, it is impossible to blame hypnotists for harm caused by their suggestions to subjects. And yet, we all know, that as artists, that as creators, that as hypnotists, when we make something we take responsibility for what it does. We ought to warn people about its’ serious consequences. And when we fail to uphold these simple, basic expectations, then we ought to take personal responsibility for these actions.

Neither has happened.

What followed has been a year and a half of witch hunting of any and all people who show basic human decency and concern for their subjects, and the result was that he rebranded himself as MindEraser on Discord and other platforms to distance himself from the controversy.

So, yeah, when he showed up in the Basement, I had concerns. I relayed them to the owner, and spoke to others. He was banned, for a few hours.

But then I was told that he just wanted to “let the past be past.” That I should be “neutral” and “impartial”.

That is not my duty as a moderator, on any platform. My duty is a firm and unwavering responsibility to the community as a whole. To seek out and eliminate predators and those whose actions hurt the health of the community. To, in this era of finally questioning the reign of cultures that tolerate and encourage sexual harassment and exploitation, believing victims. To listen to people seeking justice, and acting on their behalf.

My duty is not to ignore such infamous abusers. In fact, the night before this came up, we collectively yeeted a predator on far less well documented grounds than these. So, where, in the name of justice, is it writ that we are obligated to forgive anyone who seeks it? What responsibility do I have, as a hypnotist, as a creator, as a moderator, as a man, do I have to forgive abusers who have hurt my friends and levied bizarre and false accusations against me?

Presented with this false choice, I came to the conclusion that I had no moral choice but to leave the Basement behind, and furthermore, that I have to remove the moderator who made that choice to tell me to be “impartial” from the Speakeasy.

I’ll be taking care of myself and my server. In the mean time, if you want me, find me at the Hypnotic Speakeasy. I’ll be around. https://discord.gg/dtdTHUJ

#hypnokink #ethics

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unwoundvisions · 4 years ago

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Pirate Villains Tags + Info

I assumed we would want tags for them at some point so I went ahead made some. I used there last names because they just sound more intimating:

⇝ deadly chisaki

⤜ obsessive toga

✸ anarchic dabi

⥼ dastardly beck

⤷ wicked bolton

⤀ feral hargove

I also thought I’d post some information about the characters you aren’t familiar. I would have done this on the doc but it was giving me trouble so now we get a big post.

Let us begin with Kai Chisaki.

Simple summery: Germaphobe who sees super powers as a illness and wants to rid it from the world while also making the gang he was raised in super successful and respected again (funny how he wanted to do that but was somehow okay with getting to keep his own powers). He’s a truly vile piece of garbage. I’m still going to post some of the stuff about his personality from the Wiki here because it’s helpful:

“Overhaul is a mysophobic, antisocial sociopath obsessed with returning the world to the way it was before the Quirk phenomenon (aka super power phenomena). Due to a combination of an old theory claiming Quirks derived from rats and his own mysophobia, Overhaul believes that Quirks are actually a plague on humanity, having infected people with "syndromes" of heroism and villainy. He looks down upon those that use their abilities for either purpose, referring to acts of heroic sacrifice or petty crime as "sicknesses". Overhaul is extremely determined to his ambition of eradicating Quirks, not only due to his own personal phobias, but also because such a thing would allow the yakuza (his gang) to reclaim the power they once held over society. Overhaul has no moral compass and an enormous ego, viewing himself as the only person in the world that's enlightened to the "true nature" of Quirks and deserving of the spot as ruler of the underworld. As the leader of the Shie Hassaikai (that’s just the name of the gang) Overhaul is usually levelheaded, thinks strategically, and, according to a conversation with Twice, seems to be nice at first. Whether he is acting or behaving genuinely, Overhaul does possess polite mannerisms and can come off as very calm and classy even to people he considers potentially troublesome. If aggravated, however, he may end up displaying a powerful and visible killing intent, more fitting of his true character. Overhaul is very germophobic and hates anything he perceives as unsanitary, frequently remarking about the unclean appearances of certain people and locations. He refuses to be touched by others, or even breathe in the same air as theirs, which is one of the reasons he wears an air-filtering plague doctor mask and forces his subordinates to do the same while around him (don’t see a need for him to do that in our fic). If blood, dirt or some other unclean substance comes in contact with Overhaul's person, he will start developing hives and lose his usual composure, becoming increasingly unhinged as a result. In drastic circumstances though, Overhaul will let go of his aversions in order to crush an enemy that's standing on his way, either due to pragmatism or out of sheer hatred. Overhaul doesn’t value humans, viewing people as pawns for their utilitarian value and being willing to experiment on them to accomplish his objectives. He carries this sentiment even towards the other members of the organization he has dedicating himself to since childhood, treating them as expendable sacrifices for his well-being and having no qualms in killing them off for the smallest mistakes. The masks worn by his closest subordinates also serve as a reminder of this mindset; he doesn't view them as worthy of sharing the same air as his. Even Eri, the centerpiece of his operations, is not spared from this brutal way of thinking as he frequently shames and abuses her through threats and guilt trips, seemingly as a method to force subservience on her mind ((They really glossed over Eri here. She was a girl he abused since she was a baby until she was around like 7 years old. Literally, kept her locked up, called her cursed human, drained her blood all the time and he regularly killed and brought her back ((which is something he can do with his power)) to life just to keep getting fresh blood out of her. Of course, in the name of the “greater good.” I fucking hate him.) As a young yakuza, Kai was extremely ruthless and would kill anyone who didn't show the Shie Hassaikai the proper respect, constantly getting into fights with rival gangs. Kai's boss, who was growing aware of the violent, immoral path his underling was following to uphold the name of the Shie Hassaikai, attempted to sway him towards a more honorable course, but to no avail; Kai became more and more convinced that illegal, questionable dealings were the only way the yakuza could ever restore their former honor. In the end, Overhaul's failure to recognize others and his own obstinate nature result in his downfall. Despite his strong-willed attitude, he is capable of expressing true fear and shock, especially post-defeat..

And if you ever need to know like how he speaks and his mannerisms you can skip around this video. Totally don’t have to but I wanted to share it just in case it may be useful:

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Now as for what I thought his motivates could be in our fic:

Since he obviously can’t be obsessed with getting rid of super power, we need to change his character a tiny bit. I thought that in our world he can have a big thing against pirates who don’t have ambitious goals. Let’s say a pirate want to evade authorities and maybe cause them some mild inconveniences. Chisaki would think you weren’t thinking big enough and say the authorities should be killed and everything that put them in place should be destroyed. If a pirate has average goals, he deems them sick and they need to be cured (killed). I just think in this world his big goal would to go after real power. I could see his goal being to like completely restructure society and eliminate pirates with average goals and ensure the only ones who remain are one who share his vision.

Not sure if we’ll even need his backstory but let’s say in our fic it goes like this:

He is orphaned at a very young age and tries to find for himself on the street. It’s miserable and he probably thought he was going to die. Then, he is found by an older pirate (like 60′s) who takes him in. This pirate and his crew used to be really respected back in the day when they were more traditional pirates who did all the pirate things ( rob, pillage, ect). However, in his older age the pirate has decided that pirates should care more about destroying high society (an understandable cause that some can get behind but simply don’t want to put in the work ). Because of this, his crew has gotten a lot smaller and the biggest disruption they’ve had on high society is destroying a few wealthy business. But it’s important to know this pirate was never extremely violent. Didn’t approve of vile crimes and genuinely wanted to bring a more positive change on society. He really wasn’t that bad (not an angel by any means but not as bad as most). It’s also important to note that he wouldn’t condemn other pirates for having simple goals like fame or adventure. Did he wish they had a drive for more? Yes, but he wouldn’t harm them. So, Chisaki grows up genuinely wanting the same change in the world but also wanting to ensure his caretaker’s crew became respected again so things slowly become more and more twisted as he gets older.

I figured that when Chisaki is around 12 is when he’s properly introduced to Katsuki. How this happens is that I could see Katsuki’s mother helping the caretaker’s crew by looting and destroy wealthy business (simply because it paints her as more threatening figure while also putting money into her pocket). On of these missions, Katsuki’s mother’s brought him along. That’s how Chisaki and Katsuki become friends. But as they both grow older, they drift a part a tiny bit. Chisaki becomes transfixed on ensuring his caretaker’s vision becomes a reailty. He thinks to ensure this happens, they need be more violent, more ambitious and kill those with true power. In Chisaki’s ideal world, average pirates would be put down, nobles would be put down and the only people left would be those who admired them or were willing to work with them. He kills easily, he starts brutal fights with other pirates and his caretaker can do nothing to make him see sense which is why he tells him that he is no longer member of the crew. Ultimately, Chisaki feels so betrayed that he kills the man. Tells the crew he was murdered (obviously they don’t believe him) and decide they would kill Chisaki for the betrayal. Chisaki genuinely tried to give them a chance to come to his side but he knew what their intentions were (because he’s genuinely really smart). He poisons them all in at a supposed peace dinner. Since no one really cared about this crew anymore, no one really noticed that they were dead. But still, Chisaki, feels a strange sense of loyalty to his caretaker and still wants to carry out his vision. This is why he goes looking for Katsuki, thinking he could rebuild his caretaker’s crew but he quickly realizes that his old friend already has a crew. Chisaki intended on joining the crew and persuading to strive for the same vision he did. Of course, Katsuki doesn’t mind letting Chisaki join because he wanted a familiar person on his crew. Chisaki geuinely figured it would be easy to get Katsuki on his side but it proved to be harder than he thought. Thankfully though, the rest of the crew admired his vision so it was easy to convince them all it was time to overthrow Katsuki. Chisaki simply planned on dropping Katsuki off on an island and letting him die but Beck convinced him to ask for ransom first because they were a brand new crew and would need money. So, they did just that. Katsuki’s mother refused and they abandoned Katsuki on an island with nothing but a gun to kill himself.

This leaves Chisaki with a loyal crew that sail under his old caretaker’s banner and on his ship the Kraken. Chisaki never expected Katsuki to escape so you can imagine how infuriated that Katsuki is still alive. They always planned on offing him for good but usually got distracted by more important matter like killing people who opposed them and important nobles.

Okay, I went into way too much detail there but he’s like the most important one so I’ll keep the others brief.

Now onto Dabi:

If a quote that could some up Dabi is, “ Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.” That’s Dabi. His chaotic, destructive and hates society. He’s really hot too but that’s beside the point lol (i may just have a thing for fire guys).

Here’s the important stuff from his Wiki:

“Dabi is a stoic, aloof, confident, and focused individual who rarely shows emotion. While rather crude and violent, he is actually cautious, choosing to retreat when needed. Overall, Dabi is a highly enigmatic individual who trusts no one, preferring to do things alone and in his own way. He also gives off the impression of knowing more about certain people than he lets on. Despite his usual expressionless behavior, Dabi finds joy in establishing himself as a villain fighting against what he believes to be false heroes, an ideology proposed by his apparent inspiration, Stain (just a guy who killed heroes because he thought they were hypocrites for getting paid). Dabi is dedicated to Stain's mission and desires to destroy superhuman society, sharing his belief that one person with the necessary conviction can do so. He appears to share Stain's sentiment that Heroes are hypocritical and unworthy of their title, but unlike Stain, he does not seem to seek a society with better heroes. Dabi takes pleasure in taunting heroic figures, students, and Pro Heroes alike, sadistically enjoying the pain he inflicts on others, including those he murders. Sometimes, Dabi engages in psychological warfare in order to unnerve whoever his opposition is (while also allowing himself to cool down from his own Quirk's effects). Very pragmatic in battle, he is rather savvy about how heroes operate and will exploit their natural tendency to rescue others. He's not afraid of causing collateral destruction, rarely holding back, even if it puts his allies at risk. Dabi is intolerant of most people and can be very derisive, being quite rude and condescending to essentially everybody he interacts with. He insulted Tomura Shigaraki immediately after meeting him and constantly does the same to both his allies and enemies. While the League would go on to develop a strong sense of camaraderie, Dabi has remained distant from them for the most part. He has admitted that he doesn't care for Tomura or the rest of the League and that the value he puts on them comes mostly from their ability to bring his ambitions into reality. This selfish way of thinking establishes Dabi as an extreme sociopath. However, Dabi appears to at least be capable of feeling remorse. While he had no problem killing a Pro Hero, their last words appear to have resonated with him, implying that Dabi has sympathy for those that have lost family due to villains.”

Again, here’s a video just for his speech and mannerism that may be helpful:

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Okay and lastly, Himiko Toga

Overall, she’s fucking crazy and fun to watch but actually really scary. Her abilities we can’t include but their really cool. If she consumes someone’s blood, she can become their clone. Maybe in our fic we can just say she’s like really good at being sneaky and disguises. I’ll post the important Wiki stuff about her personality:

“Himiko is a very cheerful girl, to the point of smiling even after having presumably killed someone, displaying sadistic tendencies.This continues even when danger is imminent, but it tends to stop when she is bored or annoyed. Himiko is frequently seen blushing seemingly out of excitement rather than embarrassment, giving her a permanent look of what appears to be lovesickness on her face. However, she has shown that she can easily be embarrassed, such as when she thinks people are coming on to her. Himiko is obviously mentally unstable and has a very twisted perception of love and friendship. Proven when, despite wanting to kill Ochaco Uraraka and Tsuyu Asui, she still attempted to befriend the two girls as they fought, affectionately calling Tsuyu by her first name and describing the former as "lovely". When talking to Ochaco, she said that it was only natural to want to be like the one you love, to the point of literally becoming that person. Later she further explains and compares that like how "normal" people kiss the people they love as "normal", she sucks the blood of the people she loves as this is her "normal", further showing her twisted understanding of love, which thus justifies her carving up and butchering "guys who are tattered and reeking of blood", as they fit the description of her ideal lover. Himiko's interest isn't just superficial, as her questioning Izuku Midoriya about what his values and beliefs imply, showing that although twisted, she does indeed want to know more about the person she "loves". She also has shown a comedic and childlike demeanor when faced with different situations. Like most of her allies, Himiko has stated that she finds life to be difficult for the current world and wants to make it an easier place to live in. She looks up to Stain and sees him as her role model; declaring a desire to kill and "become" him. She has shown to care greatly about her comrades and was enraged by one of their deaths. So much so that she wanted to kill the one responsible and their men as payback. Himiko is also shown to be prone to mood swings when she finds a target of "affection" (often Izuku) she is loud and cheerful. However, when an obstacle gets in between her and her prey, she shows a very angered expression, instantly switching priorities to kill whoever the nuisance is. In the past, Himiko was noted by her family and former classmates to be, "a cheerful, reasonable, well-mannered girl" whose subsequent turn to a life of crime surprised everyone who knew her. However, her own recollections imply that this was merely an act she put on to try and fit in with what society deemed "normal." She believes the way she acts presently is her own normal.

Again here’s a video just for speech and mannerisms:

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Okay, that’s everything I think. The only plot addtion for her is that we could potentially have her be interested in Laurie the same way she’s interested in Izuku on the show. We totally don’t have to but I thought it could potentially be interesting to have a really dangerous person for you to have to protect Laurie from. Of course, he can defend himself but she’s a little bit harder to deal with the average person. Again, we don’t have to do that at all, just an idea. :)

I’ve gone on for WAYYY too fucking long but I think I’ve covered the important things. :)

#⇝ deadly chisaki #⤜ obsessive toga #✸ anarchic dabi #⥼ dastardly beck #⤷ wicked bolton #⤀ feral hargove

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subtext-bycalvinklein · 6 years ago

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[you have probably already seen the first half of this because I am dumb and I posted it without making sure it was saved in full. I apparently am REALLY bad at making Tumblr work. Not that I am surprised by that, but still.]

Hi, I know, long time no see, I’m still a tinhat-wearing garbage-can who has no idea how to properly use Tumblr and English still isn’t my first language so kindly forgive any mistakes, but I’ve been on a good omens lockdown for the past two months and unfortunately I have Big Thinky Thoughts

The point is- book!Aziraphale&Crowley are very different from TV!Aziraphale and Crowley. But not in the sense that they’re different characters: they are the very same characters you see in the book, it’s just… They act differently. I’ve spent the last fortnight turning in bed, asking myself WHAT made them feel so different from the book and WHY it was. And then it hit me: the TV show characters operate under a system of beliefs that the book characters have already overcome. This makes sense, because while the book characters to me feel more settled and “static”, in the same way two old dudes who are just waiting for retirement have already grown into their skin and mostly know who they are, TV!A&C feel a lot younger to me, and we have the pleasure of watching their character as they develop, as they become more and more aware of who they are and what they want. Because THAT ultimately is the point: neither of them is really, completely AWARE of the point they’ve “gone native” up until the last episode.

I think it’s way easier to see in Aziraphale: in the book, he doesn’t shy away from bad deeds, he seems to acknowledge his “”“moral greyness”“” and the fact that his loyalty to Crowley overrides his loyalty to heaven -and that this isn’t something he is supposed to do, but his loyalty to the Arrangement is way more profound than his acquiescence towards heaven. His identity is not just formed around the fact that he is an angel: that’s just part of it, and that’s what makes it easier for him to be aware of his “bit of a bastard”. It doesn’t come as a surprise, for him, just as the spark of goodness isn’t surprising for Crowley. It’s just something they avoided talking about because, well, if anyone else had heard them, it wouldn’t have ended well. (But we’ll come back to this later on.) TV!Aziraphale, instead, seems to base almost all of his identity (what he consciously decides it’s his identity) solely on the fact that he is an angel: he HAS to be good, he HAS to do what is right. All those things he does that he knows are frowned upon in Heaven are quickly discarded, considered outliers, because they cause such great cognitive dissonance he cannot bear it. At first, he seems to be starting to question the Great Plan, but around the time Crowley comes asking for the holy water¹, he seems to realise fully how dangerous everything they’re doing is, and sweeps all of his doubts under a big, heavy rug of denial. Because it’s either that, or being wiped off the face of the Earth (and the whole creation) or completely losing his identity by Falling (because he wouldn’t be an angel anymore, and he’s based on this facet of himself like 99% of his identity), which is A Huge Effing Deal, especially since it’s the narrative of himself he’s been building for almost six millennia. So, Aziraphale has put in place a system of beliefs which says: God created Angels. God is perfect, and since The Almighty created Angels to be good, they are good. Therefore, I am Good, and I cannot be anything else. Does this take into account that “Good” is a broad definition that changes with the point of view? Nope. It doesn’t take into account, either, the fact that Heaven and Hell are, in truth, just names for sides, and not that different at all. Another mistake Aziraphale does it’s an attributional error: he thinks that everything good he does it’s because he’s an angel, and therefore supposed to be good, and expects other angels to be like him, when often it’s really Aziraphale *as an individual* who does Good Deeds.

Belief systems aren’t inherently Bad: they give us fixed points² in the sea of change, and it’s vital for us to have them. Belief systems become Bad the moment they don't serve their purpose anymore: that is, when instead of being helpful, they hold you back from understanding, from exploring possibilities. And that's what happens to Aziraphale and, to some extent, Crowley: they both cling to their beliefs even tho they're shown time and time again that what they think it's wrong, and they choose to cling to them because the alternative is to float in the sea of the unknown.

It is only once Aziraphale confronts the falseness of his beliefs (the moment he faces the Angels and they tell him they won't prevent the Apocalypse) that he is able, once and for all, to eradicate his belief system and integrate in a new sense of Self all of those traits he usually denied about himself.

What about Crowley, then? His belief system looks a liiittle bit more grounded in reality... Except not really. While, yes, he seems less bound to Hell, and justly distrustful, he doesn't fare all that better. It's just more tricky to recognise, because it's more about Crowley himself than it is about heaven or hell.

Book!Crowley, since the beginning, is literally a very tired, very old, very uncool entity who is just waiting to retire from a job he hates to spend his time tending to his plants and doting on his adversary-slash-bestfriend-slash-husband. He is pretty much aware of the fact that, while he loves mischief, he doesn't like actively harming anyone, is really repulsed by the idea of hurting deeply someone. He knows this, and knows Aziraphale knows this. He just doesn't like stating it out in the open because he is a paranoid bastard afraid anyone will overhear them -and rightly so, I might add, because, as stated beforehand, there will be Consequences. When Aziraphale tells him he is, after all, nice, he's resigned, because being nice doesn't make being a demon very easy. But that trait is already stark clear in his Self-image, and he acts accordingly.

TV!Crowley, tho? The moment he is dubbed "nice" literally explodes in anger.

This is not about "telling the whole blessed world", this is about Crowley not having the faintest idea he has the spark of goodness inside himself. He has convinced himself that since he Fell, since he is a demon, he must be Bad. And this, imho, is reflected in the way he takes credit for the Really Bad Stuff humans have done, as well: he is trying so bad to uphold the image of a Big Bad Demon, he tries to rejoice when people do bad stuff, even though it's clear he doesn't like it one bit.

And that's because if his and Aziraphale's belief system have one thing in common, is their trust in God: if the Almighty cast him out of heaven, there must have been a reason, and that reason is that, deep down, he isn't good. Crowley's self image is built all around that, as much as his acts of kindness probably end up mislabeled as selfishness³. And that is because he cannot accept that his Fall, something that still plagues him after six millennia, that has left him with such a scar that his plants take the brunt of it, was just over "asking questions". The punishment doesn't fit the "crime", and it's difficult, if not impossible, for the human, or occult, or ethereal mind to accept that sometimes events so painful happen for no reason.

It's imperative, then, for the dismantling of his disfunctional belief system, that he confronts the truth: there is very little inherently Evil within himself. And that moment occurs when a desperate Crowley talks to God Herself (Themselves? I'm not sure if the Almighty uses they/them or she/her, sorry) and admits that the only wrong thing he did was asking questions. From then on, he slowly becomes able to face his own spark of goodness, to admit it in his own Self-image.

In conclusion: while it makes sense that the book characters had their moment of acknowledgement in the middle of the action, as it's a truth they already knew from the beginning and, since they were about to face Consequences anyway, they might as well voice it aloud, it is just as apt for the TV characters to say it at the very end of the story, because for them it's a starting point to the rest of their existences: they finally fully know who they are and what they want, and they will start the rest of the journey with that knowledge.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk, some of the swearing is censored not because I disapprove of it but because I don't want Tumblr to decide it shouldn't be posted in the tag and, as we've previously established, I'm really bad at this.

Footnotes and be thankful this is just the work of an evening of procrastination because I'm known for "making metas that require a bibliography" but I didn't have the time to check my social psy books

1: I might expand on this someday, but I actually have Thoughts on the whole "Aziraphale Being An Heaven-Abiding Angel" thing, and how it heavily relates to Crowley and Aziraphale's dynamic; the holy water break-up in the 19th century seemed a good milestone for the moment

2. Yes, I was thinking of the whole "fixed point in a changing age" thing from His last bow, and yes, my eyes got misty while writing it and I don't have any allergies to blame it onto. My brain is an attic and it's full of ACD Canon quotes and by this point I couldn't get rid of them if I wanted to.

3. This is heavy tinhatting but I honestly feel like he often tries to pass off his kindness as "I like this and I want this so I have to do something". The clearest example is: he feels that the whole world shouldn't be destroyed because it's unfair? Surely it's just because he likes living here, not because he cares, pfffftttttt

*saunters vaguely back to studying*

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #meta in pillole #not that there's much 'pillole'-ish in this #i have an exam in less than a week so i thought it was the right time to post another silly meta #fate l'amore non psicologia #like for realsies #ineffable husbands

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peachymess · 6 years ago

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1/2 Peachy I would love your opinion on a post I came across. Spoiler warning.... The post goes over Armin's crying scene, they say that Armin was actually moved my Yelena's words and how Armin has changed for the worst over the years. How he just wants to sit and talk etc...ah I wish I could link u the post on this. It's in the Armin tag and it's a recent post. I would love your feed back on that. I'm just kinda paranoid and worried for Armin, I could see him actually being moved by those words

2/2 to find the post the title is “Armin was pretending to fool yellena”?“ I kinda worry for him, I seen a lot of theories that he’s faking it or that his emotions were real but what came out of his mouth was a lie. I also saw your post that another Anon asked over Armin’s crying and that could also be it. Reading your post I kinda got reminded of how Armin has lied to Bert on Annie and also lied to the female Titan of crushing his best friend to distract her.

Hi, anon. I’m sorry; I really wanted to write a thorough meta for this, but I simply don’t have the time. I got this on my way to work yesterday evening, and today will consist of packing until I’m picked up to head to the family cabin (no net there; only on phone). I’ll be staying there till the 22nd of April, and I’ll be busy until the 25th. I would have saved the asks and replied once I’m back, had the topic not had a, probably, short expiration date. Meaning, I assume you’ve probably either landed on something, or there’s just a few days until a new chapter might give further answers, by the time I can actually get to it. However, if, at the end of April, you still wonder, feel free to ask me again about this topic. You’re right, I already gave a general reply, and I’ll give another. If I write another, deeper diving meta about this, it will only be to build up under the thoughts and arguments I have already given. Because, short answer to all of this is: I believe Armin is faking it, in hopes of getting an upper hand out of it. Armin has faked stuff and played on emotions like this before. He lied about Annie to reach Bert (and Reiner’s) emotions twice, he played on Eren’s trust in him during the Return arc - so that Eren wouldn’t catch on to his plan of self-sacrifice (if you don’t remember, Armin knew Eren wouldn’t go along with the plan if he told him the planned endgame, so the moment Eren started to ask himself what Armin was getting at, Armin pulls the “I’ll back out before I get too hurt, I promise; would I ever lie to you?”), he withheld the planned endgame from Jean and Mikasa for the same reason (aka, he knew their emotions could get in the way of them allowing him to sacrifice himself), he woke Eren twice from titan from by appealing to their dream (emotions) - the second time even when he thought he wouldn’t see it (read: he thought to himself “if this plan works, I’ll probably never see the ocean”, and then stabs Eren in the neck and says “Eren, wake up, we’re going to see the ocean”; lied). He also sweet-talked Annie into helping him, by talking about good vs bad people, and how she’d be a bad person to him if she didn’t help him - because we’re all human, and we have an instinctual need to be liked by others (especially if we like or respect the person in question, which Annie did). Armin also lied about his best friend been crushed under her foot, to (among other things) save Jean’s life; by faking his emotional distress over seeing his friend dead - as in, using emotional manipulation.

My point is, Armin understands people’s emotions very well, he analyses situations well. He knows how to use that to his advantage. If he is faking it with Yelena, it would not only be “in character”, it would be textbook Armin. Even more textbook Armin, than him being generally moved to tears by words. I haven’t looked into what exactly it is Yelena says yet, but by word of mouth, she talks about their work being remembered past their own deaths (among other things). Armin doesn’t want/need to be remembered. You have to think about what his goals and desires are. He doesn’t want bloodshed. He would want every single person to live, if there was a way for it. Even if what they do gets remembered for centuries, do you think he’d be happy if what they did, was to commit genocide?

Again, I don’t know Yelena’s stance in detail, nor her words to Armin, but I know their positions pre-116: opposite sides. Words will not sway Armin from one to the other. He has an analytical mind, and he has thought about both sides already, from many angles, I am sure. He has picked the side he morally believes in. And because he has thought about it thoroughly, I doubt that simply phrasing the (in his mind) “wrong side” in a certain way, will suddenly convince him to agree with it. If people, words or emotional appeal would convince him, don’t you think his best friend would have been able to get him on board these past 4 years? Armin and Eren are torn because their morals have garnered considerable distance to one another (or so it seems), and Armin will rather uphold his morals than break bread with someone over a treasured friendship (and before anyone goes after Armin for that, remember it takes two to tango; the exact same could be said about Eren).

What more, think about the story aspect of this. Firstly, what was the point of the scene? What was the point of showing Armin getting on Yelena’s good side? Either it’s to show Armin’s development into being a Zeke-follower - but if that isn’t it (which I don’t believe), then the point was that Armin having Yelena around his little finger, will become an asset to him later. He can use it to influence her choices/actions, to free his friends, etc. Where would the story take him, if Isayama makes Armin suddenly side with Yelena? It looks like a dead end to me, especially this late in the game. What will happen next, if Armin goes over to Yelena/Zeke’s side? Eren is gonna throw Zeke a curveball, which means the parties will split into three (if not more). This would leave Armin (still) opposite to Eren, but also opposite to Mikasa. Which would make it finally easy(er) for Mikasa to go against Armin over Eren. And after Mikasa reluctantly sides with Eren to take down Armin, who becomes a side of his own, then what…? We return to Eren vs SC, just like before? A dead-end loop. Of course, there’s a lot of room here, and I honestly won’t pretend to know what the future of this story holds. I will, however, trust my knowledge of Armin enough to say I highly doubt that Armin is being moved to tears over some fanatic’s words. It’s all about motivation here. I already mentioned it, but that’s because it’s such an important thing to look at. You cry when something resonates with you. What about Yelena’s words, would resonate with Armin’s ultimate goals?

… Because his goals are the same today, as they’ve always been: as much peace as possible, for the smallest price possible. I’m still eager to hear him talk about his dream (ocean, northern lights, etc.) again, just to see where his stance is on that now (it’s the only part of him I won’t confidently guess at), but that’s somewhat irrelevant right now. The point I’m trying to get to is this: Armin hasn’t changed for the worse. He hasn’t changed at all. What has changed, is Eren’s opinion on Armin and his ideals. Before, Eren admired him, now he’s impatient with him. I don’t think I heard anyone talking about Armin’s morals changed, before Eren brought it up at the round table. Because Armin hasn’t changed; what Eren said, he said (either) because he’s convinced himself of it, and (or) because he wanted Armin to start doubting his own mind/motivations. Armin’s strength is his mind, and as long as he thinks he can trust his own judgement, he will be solidly in place (as he has been for 4 years). Topple that confidence, and he might finally, possibly be susceptible to manipulation. That would be to Eren’s great benefit. I think that’s part of why he said it. But he’s wrong either way. And I think that went over parts of the fandom’s heads.

Because whether Armin has Bertolt’s memories or not, he is still himself. If all the shifters were just an empty shell of the shifter that came before them, then Bertolt wasn’t himself either; he would in turn have been the shell of the previous one, who was a shell of the one before him, etc. Even with shifter influence, that function only works, if it’s at most partial (except for, possibly, exceptions under special circumstances that Armin don’t meet). Look at all the shifters; there is enough evidence to say with certainty, that they are to some degree their own person, with wishes and feelings connected specifically to them. Things from previous people might be added, but not everything from the pre-shifter holder is taken away. Just look at the BRA chemistry: Reiner and Bertolt are friends, and Annie is going “meh” on the sideline. Fat chance the original colossal, armored and female had the exact same dynamic as the BRA trio had pre-shifters, yet they are the same trio before and after becoming shifters.

Armin has tried to talk things out with the enemy before. He tried to talk to Bertolt in the return arc, he tried to talk to Bert and Reiner when they were running away. He generally wants to understand the enemy, and for them to in turn understand him. He believes that if they can find common understanding, they can find common ground. Him wanting to build bridges with the other countries has nothing to do with Bertolt’s memories, and it is not something he “wouldn’t have wanted before”. Remember how upset he was when he shot the MP lady? She was an enemy, but he was still so distraught he puked and cried his heart out. Remember in the return arc when they blew Reiner to bits (one of several times, lol)? Armin looks at him, tears in eyes, and expresses that he is heartbroken that it had to come to that because there was no room for talking. He explicitly mentions how he regrets that they weren’t able to talk it out. Armin Arlert has always wanted to pursue the most peaceful solutions! This is not new! And I was going to dedicate a large chunk on my meta just for this, but sadly, I don’t have the time. I have talked about this many, many times; talked about how he’s not a pacifist, as some claim he is, because he is not - but that he, instead, feels like they have a duty to make sure the violent option they choose, is still the least violent option. He would let a thousand men die if it meant saving the rest of the world. But not before he is confident that there isn’t a way to sacrifice only a hundred for the same outcome!

1. Zeke and Yelena’s plan is to kill probably several thousands, to save the rest of the world. Armin thinks they can save the world by sacrificing considerably less than several thousands. That is why, no matter how pretty Yelena makes it sound, her plan will never move Armin to tears.

2. Armin’s morals have not changed; he’s always wanted to save as many people as possible and to get as far as he can with communication. His first line in this damn story is about how if you abandon arguments and resort to violence instead, it means you’re in the wrong.

3. … Yet he’s not a pacifist. When there is no other solution, he will restore to violence. Eren forced his hand with Marley, and what did Armin do? He didn’t stand passively by; he did the only thing that was left to do to proceed: blow up the harbor. When Jean was about to get shot, what did he do? He shot that MP in the face. He doesn’t like violence, and he wants to avoid it as much as possible, but he recognizes that if communication doesn’t get you all the way, violence will cover the rest. However, he feels that they all have a duty to exhaust all possibilities before turning to violence (”the end justifies the means - if you were mindful of the means”). That is why he and Eren now differs: Armin feels that Eren is no longer attempting to look for less horrific means, and instead going for the first thing plan that comes to mind. And it’s making Armin question his morals; if Eren truly cared about everyone, would he not also - just like Armin - desire to spend at least some time to think and analyze, and test the waters of less horrific plans? Eren, on the other hand, seems to feel pressed for time, and has no patience for Armin’s “lingering”, and thus grows angry and refuses to put himself in Armin’s shoes to try and understand why he “lingers” against the enemy. Pick what side you want, but Eren is wrong in the way he sees Armin. And the fandom should realize this and not so readily take his reprimand of Armin as facts. Armin has not changed. … but I know I’m seen as biased in Armin’s favor, just like that post you read sounds to be biased against him. And since I have no time, I’d encourage you to seek out @momtaku; she’s given good, believable, objective analysis of Armin before and I trust her to treat him fairly. She writes metas a lot more than I do these days, so - though with fear of sending too much work her way - I’d suggest you ask her what she makes of the scene. Either way, that’s enough of my rambling. I hope that no matter what, anon, you are able to de-stress somehow. SNK makes me worry a whole lot too, but Armin stepping away from his greatest strength (good judgement) at the last hour, is not one of those worries.

(PS: I didn’t read that post you talked about, I don’t have the time, but if there is a fair point in it that I don’t cover, feel free to ask me about that part specifically. Also, had I read it, I would have sourced it and tagged the author so that there is no shade).

#ask #anon #snk 116 #armin arlert #snk

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watersparks357 · 6 years ago

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Hi Ninjago Fandom..

This is just my two cents on the discorse that's been circulating. My rant is below the cut. (I apologize in advanced, it's long)

I’m gonna start with the fact that this is one of the nicest fandoms I’ve joined. Even though we’re small and people think we’re goofy for liking a kids show, there’s a lot of camaraderie. I’ve seen that with the interactiveness from our top fan artists and writers, and the sheer kindness and encouragement extended to younger members. It’s.. refreshing.

But, it seems we all forget, myself included, that we did not make Ninjago. The Hagemans and their team did, and despite all their plot holes, screw ups, goofs, and ignorance, we stayed. We may not have liked it, but we stayed. And, at least in my own opinion, that says a lot. And while shows like these are gauged towards teaching moral lessons to kids who don’t even understand basic writing, they’ve slowly been nodding at the fandom these past few years. The writing has gotten better because they saw fans giving CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Not just ‘ugh, that season and this character and this ship sucks’ but the long rants I’ve seen dissecting seasons and characters and ships and WHY they went wrong. And as much as I immediately want to hop on the defensive for this, stopping myself and thinking, I see people’s points. And how they can go a little off the rails.

If I was writing something, and someone wrote me something like that, sure, I’d be a little hurt at first; but then you realize it’s one of the best compliments you can get, left-handed or otherwise. This person cares, so much, in fact, that they saw beyond what you envisioned. You inspired them, even out of anger or spite, to write something back. To try and build on what you did, help cover up holes you didn’t even know were there or mattered. It’s the equivalent of killing a character at the end of a novel and having a reader come up to you, crying and upset, and say “How could you!? That was my FAVORITE character!”. It stings, but then it hits you that your story, your fictional mishmash of words and thoughts, made them feel genuine attachment and emotion.

I feel like, yes, the raging war we’ve fought with the writers has certainly exhausted them. We demand a lot. Facts that were never really thought of. What’s Lloyd’s age now? What was it before? What’s his mental age? What are their last names? What do their faces humanly look like? Where do the show and movie differ and change? Why is Wu so cryptic? Are they teens or adults? How much time has passed? And what age does that make the nindroids? Our list goes on and on and on..

Thus, because of these questions, we have our shipping issues. Where does Lloyd fall? Is he of legal age or a minor? Does his mental age factor into this? AND we don’t even know anything about age-restrictions in the Ninjago universe! Kai and Nya ran a blacksmith shop, which is very dangerous and very hard as what? Young teens? Definitely not legal in this world. And the nindroids, does they’re physical age count? Or do they have, like, a designated age when they’re built? Do they get ‘aging’ upgrades?

These are all things I’ve tried to rationalize, trying to find the morally correct ground in these debates. I mean, pedophilia, VERY BAD, but how can I say a ship is or isn’t without solid proof? And the Hagemans aren’t helping by giving us conflicting information online and in the show. But that’s when I realized that, maybe, their entire intention was to leave it vague. Open-ended, so each viewer has their own twist. Maybe you adore the canon couples, or maybe you think everyone is just straight single. Maybe you saw greenflame, or bruise, or glacier, or techno, or popsicle, or samurai. Maybe Lloyd is a tiny kiddo to you or he’s become a big, grown adult. But it was how you saw the show and how it affected you.

Granted, again, really need Ninjago to define their moral standards so as not to send bad messages to the kids BUT, the point is we all saw it different. And I think we forget that. While it is important to uphold the moral code, keep definite pedophilia out of the fandom, tag and store our NSFW works (not shove them at the creators), respect others boundaries and what they’re comfortable around, we step on one another. Now I’m not saying tiptoeing around is the answer, just... a little more respect. A gentle decline before you jump down their throat, a well-worded criticism, an encouraging note rather than something entirely negative.

But, like I said before, things have gotten better. The stories are getting more complex. They’re pandering to their older audience more, seeing as we’re the ones who make up half their views. And buy half the merchandise. They see us and hear us, and they are trying their best to improve so we finally give them the approval they deserve.

Yes, all the pairings are heterosexual. Yes, most of them are not well written and vaguely abusive (subjectively). Yes, there are major arcs and redemptions and development that they couldn’t do justice. Yes, there are so many holes it’s not even funny anymore, BUT, they are still going. And a lot of shows quit when the fanbase starts yelling. They get scared of the backlash. And so far, we’ve been very good about it. But I’d hate to see us shoot ourselves in the foot.

Mostly, I’m saying think before you type. It’s okay to be defensive, but you gotta remember this is supposed to be fun. And not all of us agree, but we get along! We make it work! We get through it. Even when they’re trying to kill off characters or traumatize Lloyd again. It’d be a shame to let this fandom go down the gutter like so many others have.

Well, at least, that’s my take on it, as scrambled and nonsensical as it may be. I’m just a fan, I do some writing, I do some art. I like it here.

#ninjago #ninjago fandom #discourse #ninjago discourse #lego ninjago #pls dont hurt me

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quinintheclouds · 3 years ago

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@ those tags: it absolutely is our business and we know for a fact that was not the artist’s intention. The painting is called “American Progress” by John Gast, a known white supremacist. It was propaganda for Westward expansion. And yes, he made the big woman the eurocentric ideal of attractiveness on purpose, as a fetishization of genocide.

She’s known as Lady Progress.

Look at the painting! Look at the whites on the road and the train and carriages heading west. Look at the telegraph wire & book in her hands titled “School Book,” glorifying colonialism as “civilizing the uneducated savages.” Look at the natives fleeing in terror as they’re chased off their land, the woman and child huddled in fear, the teepees surrounded by encroaching settlers. Look at the cattle driving buffalo to places they can’t survive so the colonists can build farms to claim the land -- buffalo being many tribes’ primary source of food and other resources, thus killing them as well. This is THE painting that has represented Manifest Destiny throughout history. It was INTENDED and USED to present this as the moral thing to do, and encouraged the genocide of native peoples as a god-given destiny to colonize North America.

I spent a lot of time scrolling through the notes of this post and others have already done a good job detailing the history of this painting and all it stands for, and why it still affects people to this day, but this reblog with those tags sums up a lot of the people on this post proving OP right. [ID: screenshot of tags that say: “i mean like yeah, what if that’s what they wanted to do? it’s none of our business” end ID]

As others pointed out, while some people may not know the history of this painting, many reblogging this are making jokes proving they do. It’s one of the most famous, most influential historical paintings of all time. I’ve yet to find a us history book without it, or a person who went to public school in the us who doesn’t remember learning about it. And we forget most of what we learn in school. People who hadn’t seen it till this post would read the caption and have to look around for the OP’s point before adding their little “not to be a lesbian but” or “he clearly liked big women good for him.”

Y’all, there is SO MUCH art out there of naked or partially nude big women in history, go fawn over that. This isn’t “separating the art from the artist” because the art itself CLEARLY DEPICTS THE GENOCIDE. There are some people in the notes genuinely trying to justify this not being racist because it’s just “artistic interpretation” or “you’re being homophobic.” Others are joking and thinking that makes it okay. Notes like “manifest destiny is about macro play” “and they were right to do so! Look at her 😍” “you can be both a colonist and have a macro kink at the same time” aren’t the cutesy pro-wlw/pro-kink jokes you seem to think they are.

Sometimes taking historical things and jokingly reframing them is funny and harmless, and sometimes even helps spread information, making people face their own ignorance. But these jokes aren’t reclaiming shit. The effects of Manifest Destiny are still oppressing and killing people, constantly being swept under the rug by both parties, and upholding white supremacy, while even lauded “progressive” political figures (cough RBG cough) have continued to propagate colonialist policies against native people in its name. What you see in this painting is not a thing of the past.

Even as jokes, they’re diverting criticism from the artist and making him into some #relatable icon. John Gast is dead. The things he and this painting stood for are not. These aren’t funny little jokes that empower wlw or tease the artist for kinks. They’re trivializing genocidal white supremacist propaganda. Indigenous people in the notes are telling you this is directly harmful. Not just offensive, but actively harmful. And calling it homophobia to point that out with “you just hate white lesbians” is defending the whitewashing of history and deliberately choosing to ignore those atrocities.

“Relax, let people have fun.” No. Not when that fun is derived from glamorizing racism. You’re not fighting back against what this painting stood for. You’re doing exactly what Gast wanted you to: sexualizing this image as a symbol of empowerment through violence.

people on tumblr will look at this painting and be like "what if the artist just wanted to paint a big lady"

#quin additions #sorry I'm just #the notes are making me so mad #imagine seeing this post with that caption and looking at this picture and going #yeah i'll prove op right #and again there are ppl who've gone in more depth in other rbs #but a lot of them came after huge walls of text and I knew my addition would wind up long too so I wanted to find a shorter version #one without that whole spiel about art literacy #and came across this one #I'm hoping the person I'm rbing from added that screenshot as an example of someone proving op right #and not to be like haha funny tag op's taking this too seriously #either way I'm addressing those tags and all the ones like it in the notes #not necessarily the person who did the screenshot #so this isn't directed at them #just those tags and ppl who agree with them or find it funny #update: coolio it was the 'look at these tags proving op right' option #edited to add that she's called Lady Progress I remembered that just now and double checked #sshe's also called columbia

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5am-the-foxing-hour · 7 years ago

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Sympathetic Deceit Week Day 4

June 27: DLAMP

Deceit has been given the name Sham.

Today Foxy the Sympathetic Deceit Overlord bring you a movie night, cuddle pile, and a blushy bleping sneek.

A movie marathon was soon to start in the mind palace, Virgil was already bundled up at the edge of the couch, his fluffy blanket around himself along with some other pelts and he had his phone in his hands tapping away on it. Roman had taken residence on the floor, a blanket over his shoulders like a shawl as he looked between the movies he had before him. Patton and Logan were fixing the snacks and drinks in the kitchen now and again Patton laughed at a dad joke Logan accidentally said.

Deceit stood at the stairs, unsure where to go, it was the first move marathon they invited him to… well they had invited him to some before, after Thomas got to know about him, but he had denied all of them.

Then he told them his name after Thomas had brought out a heartfelt moment, yuck! And he did feel a bit cold at the moment and didn’t want to stay in his room, it wasn’t as if he felt lonely at the moment, not that he was gonna tell them any of that, he still had a reputation to uphold.

Virgil glanced up at him from the pile of movies Roman conjured up or summoned from his room having put his phone onto his lap when Roman asked him for thoughts.

“Don’t just stand there, Sham.” he said.

Sham swallowed before he walked over, Roman didn’t look up from the movies, still trying to figure out what order to watch them in. It was first when Sham sat down stiffly on the floor next him that Roman sent him a glance giving him a happy grin.

Patton and Logan came walking with five bowls of popcorn and two bottles of soda along with five mugs, how the two managed to balance it the other three would never know, probably Logan’s knowledge on balance.

Patton handed over the bowls of popcorns to each of them, a purple bowl to Virgil, a red ne to Roman, yellow for Sham and a dark blue and light blue for Logan and him, before he sat down next to Virgil, snuggling into the blankets and pillows, behind Sham. Logan sat down next to Patton after he handed over the mugs and put the soda on the floor next to his feet.

“I Prince Roman have now made up the best order to watch these movies in!” Roman said while making his traditional gesture with his arms.

“Roman, wouldn’t it be better if Sham got to choose the first movie for us to watch? After all it is his fist movie marathon with us.” Patton said

“But…” Roman started with a pout.

“It would be logical.” Logan said. Roman pouted harder.

“What movie did you want us to start with then?” Virgil asked Roman, sending a glance to Sham who was looking at the pile of movies with wide eyes.

“Pinocchio.” Roman huffed crossing his arms clearly near to throw a tantrum.

“I don’t like that movie…” Sham muttered. Making Virgil snort.

“That is one of your childhood fave’s, is it not?” Virgil said giving Deceit’s shoulder a light shove with his foot.

“No it’s not.” Sham replied giving Virgil a light shove back. Roman slowly realised what they meant.

“So? We can watch Pinocchio first?” he asked looking like a puppy who was shown their favourite toy. Sham nodded as he chewed on some popcorns. Roman beamed widely before he moved over to fix the movie and starting the movie marathon.

Deceit felt a bit more at ease now when it started and he could keep from talking by eating the popcorn.

They had worked through 3 movies when Sham felt someone remove his hat and he blinked for a moment before he tipped his head back and looked up to see Patton smile down at him from the couch.

“Don’t you want to get more comfortable?”

“Yes. I’m good.” Patton hummed but placed the hat on the floor next to Sham. Logan was half asleep glasses on the table next to his folded tie. He was snuggled up to Patton’s side, the moral side had clearly put a blanket around the logical side if the burrito like position he was in was anything to go by.

Sham went back to watch the movie but after half of it he heard some whispers behind him, probably Patton and Virgil since Roan was engrossed in the movie, almost crying as he stuffed his face with popcorns.

Deceit jolted when a pair of fingers suddenly dug into his hair and started to card through his thick and soft hair hearing a small squeal behind him and Virgil snicker.

Sham gave away a purr like noise when Patton started to scratch his scales and he slumped back against the couch, pliant and loose limbed as he purred and leaned into the knowledgeable fingers, who seemed to know where to scratch to turn Sham into a goo of happy purring snake mush.

Sham wasn’t sure how long he was there, but he was barely aware when he was picked up from the floor by Patton and gathered between him and Virgil. The other dark side sent him a chuckle as he reached over and scratched the scales near Deceit’s collar making the other purr louder and tip his head to the side while leaning into the touch.

“You are so adorable.” Patton squealed silently as he saw how Deceit was bleping his tongue out before snapping his fingers making everyone’s clothes become their sleep wear. Sham wore a black and yellow pj with a snake print at the chest, and smaller prints on the fluffy bottoms. Patton squealed silently again before he gave Deceit a smooch on the cheek making the deceitful side turn his head and stare at Patton with wide eyes.

“Are we showing out affections for Sham?” Logan asked groggily lifting his head from the couch to blink sleepily at them before he kissed his hand and smacked it against Deceit’s face making the side splutter and blush hard. Virgil chuckled before he hugged around Deceit’s back nuzzling against the side of his neck.

“What’s with the blushing?” he chuckled giving Sham a small peck on the scaly cheek, making Sham squeak. Roman looked away from the TV about to complain about them talking but when he saw the situation he smiled and quickly got onto his knees and took Sham’s hand in his making the deceitful side stare at him.

“How dare you all have a romantic moment without the lovely, dreamy fantasy guy?” he asked with a smirk.

“Not sure about the romantic part, sir fancy pants.” Virgil retorted with a snort.

“No matter! I shall deliver the grand gesture to show my love.” Roman said before he kissed the back of Sham’s hand.

Sham made an embarrassed noise and hid his face against Patton’s shoulder earning a chuckle from the moral side who hugged around both Sham and Virgil before kissing Sham on top of his crown of wild fluffy hair.

“You are so adorable I love you.” Patton gushed before he pulled Roman onto the couch creating one big cuddle pile, they shuffled around, Logan make a grunt when someone ended up elbowing him in the stomach, but it didn’t take long before they were all comfortable and slowly drifting off to sleep to the sound of both Sham’s and Virgil’s purring like noises as Patton, Logan and Roman snuggled the two dark sides close. Sham in the middle of the pile, surrounding him with love, the movie played on forgotten in the background.

Tag list: @ebony-wolf, @nashiraneko, @secretlyanxiouspersona

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit week #dlamp #Janus #sympathetic deceit #patton #logan #roman #virgil #text #the fox writes #fluff #cuddle pile #so much fluff

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stevenstephens · 6 years ago

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Did that really just happen?

TAGGING: Ellie Berry & Steven Stephens (ft. Steven’s parents)

WHERE: Ellie’s Apartment

WHEN: Sunday Afternoon, January 20

NOTES: Steven and Ellie have a heated discussion with the Stephens causing an unforeseen turn of events

Steven

Steven rubbed a tired hand over his face as he sat down on the couch and opened his laptop. As he waited for Facetime to start up, he looked around him, his eyes drawn to the window. It was still snowing outside and even though he rather go to the hospital in person, checking up on his father via FaceTime seemed to be the only safe thing to do right now. Steven clicked on his dad's contact info and waited for the connection to open. "Morning, dad... mom," he saw his mother's well-manicured hand slip out of view, telling him she had been the one to accept the call, "How are you? Any news?" Steven placed his laptop on his knees while waiting for his father to answer the question. "No.. no news." could be heard, the voice sounded like it took a lot out of the person to answer his question. "You're not home?" Steven frowned a little at that question, taken by surprise at how observant his old man was, even though he was ill. "No, I'm at Ellie's. She offered me a place to stay last night so I didn't have to drive all the way home."

Ellie

Ellie wasn't sure what her role in the conversation was supposed to be. Was she supposed to introduce herself or simply hang back while Steven spoke to his parents? This was all new and uncharted territory for her. Yes she'd had a boyfriend before, but they're relationship had been taboo due to the age difference and therefore she never spoke to his parents or vice versa. That being said, she couldn't help but hear the strained sound of Steve's father's voice and the worry-filled expression the crept across Steven's face. So when she heard her name immediately come up in the conversation, she made the decision to offer her moral support. She quickly ran her fingers through her dark brown hair and then with her coffee cup in hand, joined Steven. Pushing past her nerves, she wrapped her arm around his back and smiled into the camera. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Stephens. I apologize for intruding,I just thought I should introduce myself. You probably already know who I am, but - I'm Elizabeth Berry," she paused briefly as her gaze danced between Steven and his parents on the phone screen, "your future daughter-in-law."(edited)

Steven

Feeling the couch cushion dip, Steven glanced up from the screen, a soft and grateful smile passing over his lips as Ellie sat next to him. "Hey... thank you," he softly murmured as he settled back, feeling the quiet moral support her gesture offered. Steve couldn't help but grin as she introduced herself to his parents. "That's the first time I hear El hear her full name," he quipped, a worried frown creasing up his forehead again when his father struggled with his reply, his mom jumping into the conversation to prevent a lull in it. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth, even if it's under these dreadful circumstances..., - Did they come back with some results," Steven asked, his worry peaking when his mother mentioned it being dreadful circumstances. "I - need me to come to the hospital?" He leaned into Ellie's side without really thinking about it, seeking her support. Something that didn't go unnoticed by David, Steven's father. "No, no news," his dad mentioned, looking at El for a second. "Elizabeth, a pleasure. You kids picked a date yet?" The question came over the screen, surprising Steven. "Dad! Not now... don't!" Steve said tiredly. Ever since he has informed his parents that he had met with Ellie, David had been pushing him, not shying away from using his illness to get his son to take the next step, speed things along.

Ellie

When Steven leaned into her, El smiled and gave his arm a reassurancing squeeze. "Of course," she mouthed back before returning her attention to the older couple of his screen. Ellie, sighed softly when Steven's father once again asked about their wedding date. Something El considered absolutely ludicrous given she and Steven had only just recently met. Hoping to redirect the conversation and prevent additional stress for all parties involved, El forced a a smile. "The pleasure is all mine and Steven is correct, I rarely let anyone call my by full name. I usually just go by El or Ellie. Anyway, have the doctors given you any indication when they might release you?"

Steven

They had this conversation before, numerous times, in fact, Steven thought to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose. But leave it to his father to push the topic, even now. He was happy to hear that Ellie didn't seem taken aback by the question, didn't even answered it. "Not yet, so I might be a while still," David replied, a tired sigh leaving him. "Lying in this bed, not knowing what the diagnosis is, it troubles me. Not knowing if my son's going do honor to the family name by finally getting married -Dad, could you plea,- it's not helping my recovery. I bet you two haven't even talked about things, or am I wrong?" Steven took in a deep breathe, trying to keep his calm and stop himself from ending the call. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, covering his mouth so his parents couldn't see him speak.(edited)

Ellie

As she listened to Mr. Stephens, El leaned forward, placed her coffee mug in the table and then placed her hand on top of Steven. "While I understand your concerns, you must understand that Steven and I are dealing with the situation in our own way. And " she blew out a breath, "- and I don't understand why a date is so important? I don't mean to be disrespectful, but why would you want us to rush our wedding plans? I assume you both wish for us to have a traditional Jewish weddding; I know my parents do." She squeezed his hand again, hoping he didn't loathe her for taking on his parents, "I honestly think you should focus on your health and we'll discuss the future when you're both feeling it to it,"

Steven

Steven looked on in aw at Ellie taking on his father. It was the first time he was seeing her like this, and he liked she didn't shy away from taking on his dad, even though he held his breath to see how his father was going to respond to what she just said. "Ah yes, a traditional wedding that takes forever to plan, time I might not even have, but if you kids want to be old fashion, after spending not one but if I'm to understand correctly, two nights under the same roof, and take the risk my diagnosis isn't all that well, go right ahead." Steven reached for El's hand, giving it a soft squeeze and running his thumb over her hand. "Dad... I love you but shut up," he interrupted, knowing all to well what would follow next. His father always got under his skin with it, no matter how many times he had heard it already in his life. "It wouldn't be the first time I end up being disappointed by the actions of one of my children." Steven swallowed down whatever he was about to say, trying to stay calm for El's sake and not show his father how much that last remark was getting to him.

Ellie

El couldn't believe the cruel words falling so easily off of Steven's father's tongue. Yes, she was extremely well-acquainted with Jewish guilt; it was a gift her parents had mastered. But, Steven's father put her dads to shame. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, to keep her snark at bay. She needed to be respectful and understanding. He was facing his own mortality and that had to be a terrifying thing. However, when those final acid laced words spewed from his mouth, El couldn't hold her tongue anymore. She looked over at Steven and gently pressed her lips to his cheek, "This - please forgive me," She whispered before turning her laser-like focus to the man in front of him, "How dare you?!" She barked, ignoring the excuse me she received in reply, "How can you speak to your son in such a disgusting manner? Steven is not only a wonderful person, buy an even more amazing son. He's constantly telling me how worried he is about your health and how afraid he is of disappointing you. However - what you just said was beyond reprehensible. Something you should be ashamed of."She swallowed hard and glared, knowing she should probably stop, but she couldn't stop the words from escaping her lips, "and at this point, I'm honestly not sure if I want you in attendance at our wedding! I have two fathers. I'm sure one of them will be happy to fill in for your duties. I mean, we might not have the grandest affair given the time frame, but - but the only disappointing thing is that my fiance won't have his father to lean on when we get married next month!". She shouted before suddenly realizing what she'd screamed. Oh God. What the hell had she just done.(edited)

Steven

Steve could hear his mother reprimanding his father, and it gave him some breathing room. Never in his life had he intended for Ellie's first meeting with his parents to go like this. He was used to his father pushing him to fulfill his duty, do his part in this marriage law, one that his parents didn't support but still expecting him to uphold. And he knew his father was really using the guilt trip at the moment, but that he was doing it so openly with his intended, it saddened him. Ellie pressing her lips against his cheeks brought him out of his pondering, and all that happened next happened so fast it took him a second to register the last words Ellie had shouted, words that clearly pleased his father, judging by the smirk on his face. “Steven,” his mother's face joined that of his father on the screen, “did you... did you set a date?” Her voice as always calm and soft washed over him, and he gave a little nod, glancing at Ellie for a second, lacing his fingers through hers, and gave her a reassuring smile, giving her cheek a small kiss, silently telling Ellie that take a deep breath and that they'd get their stories straight in a bit. “Umm... yes,” he cleared his throat, thinking on his feet for a possible date, “yes we did. I wanted to wait till tomorrow to announce it, you know after we got the test results back, but this little Spitfire obviously let it slip... February 14th.” His mother smiled. “Oh how romantic, Valentine's day,” Steven sighed when he caught his father rolling his eyes. “Dad, just... don't okay. You got your wish. I'll do you proud... I'll – I'll call you guys later, alright?” he spoke as calmly as he could bring himself to talk at the moment. He wanted this conversation over with, needed some time to process all that just happened and to check if this was really what Ellie wanted to do. After saying bye for the moment he closed the connection and let his phone slip out of his fingers. “... What just happened? Are we really doing this?” He glanced over to Ellie when she didn’t reply, seeing a look on her face he knew was mirrored on his own. Did this really just happened.

#[ para ]#p:ellie

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nickywhoisi · 3 years ago

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So...this happened.

I have gotten destroyed inside over something that I was not intending to ever even know about, much less have a conclusion on. Because tumblr and its random users do not have a fair and fully safe tagging system, which I would rather there be a mandatory requirement for every uploader to put A tag of some sort onto their post or it cannot be uploaded for the world to see in order to prevent a traumatization/bad trigger relapse all because a user like myself has no way to stop a blank untagged post from entering their dash entirely uninvited (LIKE ME >8C ), I was the one who had to suffer the crippling traumatic news of a little something called...let's abreviate it to C.A.F. related to what the police do to REALLY fund themselves and what the governments never do anything about and in fact let happen.

I had almost committed suicide. Just from learning how innocent until proven guilty, a sanctimonious fair and just rule, is...it feels like it's no longer applicable because of this one occurence. Something that burns me to my absolute core, but also burns up my will to live. How is it possible for me to live to my beliefs in a world designed to annihilate every last one of them? How is it possible for me to be myself in a world designed to breach every one of my boundaries and punish me for daring to choose what is right? To kill me without killing me, therefore churning out the illusion they've built around themselves all the more that they should be anything except abolished.

It came to me though, thanks to other rebloggers of that post. Before the final hour, I realized that this was once again all narcissistic insanity. Even better to say, the psychotics of the planet that have no perceivable connection to true reality, only a fabric lie that they've spent their lifetimes brainwashing themselves and the rest of us as reality. I have never bowed to the sayings of "too bad, that's life, life's unfair" or "there's nothing we can do, just move on" and others to that effect. I am glad that this, somehow, has stayed inside of my core to keep me surviving and hopeful, in any amount.

But despite that, I do still lament and grieve...because I've just lost something that I promised to myself within my long lost golden years of childhood. A promise that was related to facing these cruelties and keeping my moral code, my "purity" in a way, unchanged forevermore. For decades, it seemed like I was going to be able to, as nothing...came around to challenge that. But...now it has, and so severely that it feels so unreal; like I was facing some evil that came from a cartoon and so disconnected from reality. But reality itself has been compromised, after this and the endless shit that came before, I know that now...and sadly, I think what I've lost is the ability to see the good in anything related to this. Because there is none. To hope for the best. Because there cannot be. This time, as opposed to all others, is the catalyst for gavalistic agony that I cannot mentally see a peaceful way out of. I have been pushed too far, and I did not even get to enjoy this place I am in now and finish processing the rest of my crippling troubles before this monolith entered my scope. Now I am left grimly making preparations to...well, do something that would paradoxically leave me in such misery that I can't uphold this anymore and I won't be able to feel like myself anymore, but also that my mind would become so clear from stress if I can successfully get rid of these assailants for good. What would furiously get me in trouble, but would be such good payoff for all of my pain. I must have release, and will have it.

I have been under too much. If there were a means to upload my entire life's history as a video, and you watched its entirety, you would see for yourselves that it would be a long and impossibly miserable video. And to be forced to observe the truest worst that this planet has to offer...it only confirms the above paragraphs all the more. How am I expected to keep my old familiar moral code and "be good" when so much unfamiliar trauma is making my inner child die in my arms? I want her to live...she deserves to live in a good world, not for me to struggle to be good in a bad world that officially is fascist and punishes on a greed-fueled whim. What if being good is now no longer viable to solving these types of problems?

I have to say it's time for a civil war.

Now with all that out of the way...for fuck's sake. I was going to have a pleasant day, just minding my own fucking business on tumblr until this happened, not oly the topic being such a problem, but the way it appeared out of nowhere, where I had no way of stopping it. How goddamn useless do you have to be to not bring yourself to tag a post when you can literally type one out just like you type out the rest of a post. There's laziness and then there's you kind of deal. It's exactly the same!!! The tag bar is practically inside the post itself, it's all the white space!!! What is your damage that you can't even add ONE tag do you hate the colour grey is your goal just to make people cry did a tag kill your family do you delude yourself into thinking tags don't exist and the search function is irrelevant do you think it's just an annoying tumblr ad you don't have to engage with is that it you vegetable

Do y'all not realize that there's more than you on this website? And that for every post that you feel should be seen and is okay, another person will not be okay with it and do not ever want to see posts with such-and-such in it? Some people likely need to have some corner of the internet where they can rely on being able to curate their experience and keep their eyes and mind safe from whatever it is they emotionally, mentally, physically can't handle. It's not a matter of "awww this makes me sad I don't like it ionwanna seeeee it" no it's more like "I will hyperventilate and have my body's health compromised if I so much as glimpse at this thing, I may be hospitalized if this assaults me"

FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING, TAG YOUR SHIT. APPROPRIATELY OR INNAPROPRIATELY, I DO NOT GIVE A FUCKING DAMN. I AM SO TIRED OF EVERYTHING. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT FROM YOU, AND I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF. GET YOUR BULLSHIT TOGETHER, STOP BEING SO INSISTENT THAT YOUR POST EVEN BE SEEN THAT YOU FORGET COURTESY TO FELLOW USERS. FUCK YOU, BLANK POSTERS, JUST FUCK YOU I DIDN'T ASK TO SEE THIS SHIT AND YOU BLOODY WELL KNOW I DIDN'T YOU INSIDIOUS PRICKS. CURATION CAN'T EVEN HAPPEN SUCCESSFULLY IF YOU'RE ON THE PROWL THINKING IT'S ALL FAIR GAME/I'M LETTING THE PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT SOMETHING IMPORTANT. EITHER WAY, NONE OF THESE REASONS ARE GOOD ENOUGH IF YOU DON'T TAG. I DON'T CARE IF ALL YOU MUSTER IS #a I PHYSICALLY HAVE LOST THE ABILITY TO CARE THAT'S STILL A TAG AND IT WILL HELP LITERALLY EVERYONE IN FILTERING AND CURATING FOR THEIR SAFETY AND COMFORT. YOU HAVE NO BLOODY EXCUSE ACCEPTABLE ENOUGH TO NOT MAKE A SINGLE LETTER TAG TO JUST SHOW MORE MINDFULNESS OF OTHERS BEYOND YOUR NOBLE CRUSADE OR LATEST SOCIAL TERRORISM BIT OR WHATFUCKINGEVER. SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND TAG OR DON'T EVEN BOTHER POSTING. FUCK.

#so...yeah #I am left a little unhinged now #I will see to therapy though #but there was some stuff that I hope is safe to share beyond that #I am just...so tired of going through this #and I have to k*** just to end the cycle #no other method has worked to end it all #and I have done research on both law and psychology to come to the conclusion I have so it's not solely emotion driven #...it's really alarming that psychotics never truly end unless they're dead #and that's all I will say #I will still keep trying to curate my experience no matter how insurmountable it seems now #and I will still be here posting my art and reblogging truly good and worthwhile things #an important post #gypsy diary has ended but the war on my life hasn't hahahahahahaa end my cult polluted world i beg you #tw suicide mention #tw trauma #tw violent language #tw: depressive thoughts #tw death mention #tw psychosis #tw psychotic episode

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aethelar · 7 years ago

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Your words are Ink: Ch 2

1 . Ch 2 : This continues to not be Graves’ day series tag - read it on AO3

Graves was silent during the walk. Newt kept himself one step behind, following where the other man led - he'd become familiar with the walk from the front door to dusty desk in the corner of the records room that Tina called an office over the past week or so, but the rest of MACUSA seemed to be laid out in a pointlessly confusing manner. The insistence on using vertical space in particular; even if magic made it as natural to walk up the side of the sharp-angled pillars as to walk along the obsidian corridors, it was frustratingly difficult to orientate oneself.

Graves' footsteps echoed, each stride measured and solid. Newt shuffle-stepped beside him, trying to catalogue the differences between this Graves and Grindelwald's interpretation. They held themselves with similar confidence and easy grace, though Newt wasn't sure if that was down to Grindelwald's good acting or to similar personalities. Exhaustion dragged on Graves' shoulders that hadn't been present before in Grindelwald-Graves (Grindelgraves?), but he held them resolutely square. His jaw was set, brows drawn low over dark eyes, the expression familiar in its form but harsher, somehow, than Grindelwald had ever managed.

Tina had insisted, still insisted, that Graves was the very embodiment of a good man, but Newt had to conclude that he didn't seem a particularly kind one.

They took a lift to the final floor, foregoing the gravity-charms that they'd used to walk this far. It was excessively modern, made more of gilded mirror than any other material, and the stark minimalism felt oddly out of place. Muggle, perhaps, or just the embodiment of an efficiency rarely seen in the wizarding world.

The doors melted into existence, a fourth mirror joining the other three to surround them. Graves' wand hovered over the panel to his right, but he made no move to touch it to the surface.

"What are your views on soulmates?" he said suddenly, the words at odds with the low voice that spoke them. Newt raised an eyebrow (both eyebrows, he'd never been very good at raising one) at the odd question.

"Is this part of immigration?" he asked hesitantly. "Do I need to declare my soulmate?"

Graves shot him a sharp look that Newt fought the urge to flinch from. "Have you found them?"

It wasn't a personal question, as such, but it was a bit presumptive. Newt tried to find something to focus on to stop his gaze from jumping around, but every surface of the lift was mirrored. Even the ceiling was mirrored - and oh, the floor was glass, how delightfully terrifying to see quite how far down they could fall if the levitation charms failed.

Graves was still waiting for an answer.

"Hard to say," Newt said, deliberately careless. "But probably not." The precise letters tattooed into his skin weren't the most banal he'd seen (his father had had "Hello" on his wrist, of all things) but were hardly unique. He'd gone through a period in his youth of saying the most outrageous things to people he met so that at least his soulmate would be able to recognise him, but it had done little more than earn him a reputation for being odd. Odder.

If he'd been looking at Graves, perhaps he would have seen the wince the man wasn't quite able to suppress. As it was, Newt was fixated on the reflection of his topmost coat button, and missed it entirely.

Graves moved his wand to press against the command panel. It flashed gold, and the lift began its smooth ascent.

"My apologies," he said, the words slow and strangely heavy. Newt looked at him curiously, and he continued, "It was not my place to ask."

The front mirror dissolved away and Graves was walking out with his too-long strides before Newt was able to respond. He hurried to catch up.

The president's office was angular. Every surface was reflective in some way, with crisp corners and sharp edges and no trace of friendly knick-knacks or stray papers in sight. It was, if Newt was honest with himself, rather intimidating, what with the predominance of black and the precise gold edging. Somehow the light pouring in from the enormous windows only made the room seem darker in comparison, and the president herself was reduced to an ominous silhouette that may or may not be staring right at him, he really couldn't tell.

His mind withdrew from its background musings on doxies, and he frantically tried to think of any laws he'd broken recently that Tina might have forgotten to warn him about.

Or that she'd known full well he'd broken, but had disagreed with on moral grounds and therefore decided to remove them from her consciousness so as not to be complicit in illegal activities. It was hard to tell with Tina.

"Mr Scamander," Madam Picquery greeted. Her voice was soft and pleasant, and it made Newt straighten his spine to painful stiffness and try, as subtly as possible, to check his teeth for errant spinach.

Graves completely failed to stick around for moral support, even dubious support, and wandered over to one of the mirrored walls. He loitered there, dark gaze sitting heavy on Newt's back. It didn't help much.

"Madam President," he managed to say in a (mostly) even tone. "Good morning. Ah. Afternoon. To you."

She turned, her profile highlighted with unfair dramatic flair, and raised an eyebrow. Newt manfully refrained from apparating away.

"Good afternoon," she returned. "Mr Scamander, I've been led to believe that you have experience in dealing with magical beasts."

Well. That depended entirely how you defined dealing with, because New York's attitude towards beasts seemed decidedly hostile to the extent that Tina had originally thought he was writing a how-to manual for killing the poor things. Which. No. He did not have that sort of experience.

Thankfully, Picquery didn't wait for answer. "Something is killing my no-majs. I want it to stop."

"A totally understandable position," Newt agreed before he could stop himself.

Tina was going to be so unimpressed if he got deported the same day that she finally finished his paperwork.

Newt braced himself for another raised eyebrow, maybe a silencing hex or two, except that it didn't come. Instead, Picquery tilted her head towards him and allowed the corner of her mouth to quirk into a smile.

Somewhere in the background Graves' looming silence became decidedly choked, and Newt mentally awarded Hufflepuff a house point.

"I'm glad you think so," the president said. Graves had progressed from choking to leaning against a polished bookcase for support, would you look at that. "Your assistance in bringing the beast in would be greatly appreciated."

And that dawning horror on Graves, face, that must be worth another point - what?

"My assistance?" Newt repeated dumbly.

Picquery nodded, sweeping across the room with ridiculous quantities of elegance and grace to pick up a file from her desk. "The deaths aren't caused by spell work, nor any beast our auror department recognises. They have been attributed thus far to the obscurus, but their persistence after that creature's demise would suggest otherwise."

She held the file out to Newt and he took it, boggling both at her dismissal of Credence as a human being and at what she was asking him to do.

"You identified the obscurus with barely a glance at its effects," Picquery continued. "I am confident that your support would be valuable to this investigation."

Newt stared at the neat, quill-point type on the file. Then at the precise curl of hair over Picquery's right ear. Back at the file. He opened his mouth and closed it over the wheezing croak that wanted to come out.

Picquery stepped back and delivered the killing blow: "We would hope, of course, to capture and relocate the creature to a more suitable habitat, but our first priority must be our people and our ability to uphold the statute of secrecy."

She didn't elaborate further. She didn't need to elaborate further, Newt could read between the lines well enough.

"I find myself hoping the same," he said weakly, and with those six words resigned himself to protecting an unknown creature from over enthusiastic aurors with leeway to use lethal force on whichever hapless sod got in their way.

Perhaps, maybe, Tina would have preferred deportation?

"Excellent," Picquery smiled, a tighter and colder one than she'd given before. "Mr Graves will debrief you and introduce you to the team you'll be working with. Your expenses and salary will be drawn up shortly, and in the meantime I'm sure Mr Graves will answer any questions you may have." With a final nod, she glided (glided! What was she, part lethifold?) back to her desk and proceeded to ignore Newt's existance.

How would a part lethifold work? Could lethifolds interbreed with other species? They seemed to lack a certain tangibility that would usually be required. So probably not traditionally, Newt concluded, but magic was rarely a traditional process and -

A strong grip on his elbow brought him back to reality. Graves stared straight forward as he steered Newt around to face the door and began to march towards it, and Newt scrambled to keep pace.

The wait in the lift was in stony silence. Newt amused himself briefly by looking at things through the glass floor and making his eyes lose focus on them. The file was a heavy weight in his hand, and he decided that it was probably not in his best interest to ask Graves any questions, no matter what Madam President had said.

Five points from Hufflepuff, Scamander, for spinelessness.

#Gramander #percival graves #newt scamander #seraphina picquery #who is terrifying #don't even try to deny it #ywai #my writing #i'm going to post one of these a day until we get to the new chapter #which gives me until friday to finish it #no pressure

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femilton · 7 years ago

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Jefferson Refuted

Anon: “Can you do a A. ham x reader where she’s there during the 2nd cabinet battle and like she’s much more intrigued by him then by Jefferson and she laughs at Jefferson at one point and Jeff tries to like embarrass her and then Hamilton was about to stand up for her when she went off on Jeff and then Hamilton was like damn I need me a girl like that!?”

A/N: Hey y’all! This is an old fic, but it’ll be the first of many that I upload to this blog. In case you didn’t see, I made a post talking about an idea I had -- Fic-mas! Be sure to like/reblog/comment if you’re interested (: [P.S. -- it’s so good to be back <3)

Words: 1.6k+

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

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Being the favorite cousin of the president had its perks. After much speculation, George had agreed to let you attend one of his cabinet meetings, and you were thrilled. As a young woman, you had little say in political matters, but that didn’t keep you from being interested in them anyway. You had devoured every book on politics that George had in his extensive library, and were ready to see them in action.

“Now, y/n,” George warned as he escorted you into the room where the meetings were held, “you must remember that these meetings are not very, well, woman-friendly. It would be best for you to be silent and ignore any crude comments that these men will make.”

“They’re politicians that you hand-selected, George. How bad can they be?”

Your cousin laughed, though his eyes revealed he was quite tense. “Just sit quietly, alright? Don’t draw attention to yourself.” You nodded, pressing your lips together. You hated being a woman sometimes, forced to be proper and on guard for men who might take advantage of you at any time. You wanted to be a politician, helping to found the great new nation of the United States of America by your cousin’s side.

George showed you to a seat near the wall, patting your shoulder before to the table surrounded by politicians and taking his seat. You attempted to get comfortable in your tight dress and giant skirt, pulling out a small notebook to take notes on the meeting.

“The meeting will now come to order,” George said, immediately commanding the attention of all the men. He truly is a perfect president, you thought. You couldn’t imagine anyone better for the job. “The first issue on the table: France is in the midst of a civil war. Should we send money and troops to our allies, or stay out of it?”

The man directly to the left of George leaned back in his seat, with a cocky smirk -- though you weren’t sure if the smirk itself lent the aura of cockiness, or if it was his purple velvet suit and wild mass of hair that created the feeling. “Mr. President, I believe I have some words of wisdom to shine on this situation.”

George sighed. “Go ahead, Secretary Jefferson.” You recognized the name -- Jefferson was Secretary of State, and one of the two men in the Cabinet that George referred to as “a pain in the ass.” You smiled, watching the secretary stand up as George ran a head across his bald head in exasperation.

“Remember the war on our soil?” Jefferson began, starting to pace back and forth. He gestured to the meek-looking man who had sat to his left, the man standing behind Jefferson and blowing his nose. Moral support? You weren’t sure. But it certainly looked like the man wanted to go home -- his face read nothing but misery and illness. Cocky or miserable, you wrote. Politicians are one or the other.

“We would not have won the war against Britain if it had not been for French aid. They gave us money. They gave us guns. They gave us half a damn chance!” Jefferson stopped, fixing his gaze on the man in the green suit, who was looking at him with pure spite. “In our time of need, we signed a treaty with France, agreeing to aid them in their fights as they did for us. We owe them, Mr. President.” Jefferson turned to George, hand on his hip. “It is our duty to send aid to our French allies. If we lose them, what happens when another war breaks out?” He turned back to his uncomfortable friend at this, fixing a steely gaze.

His friend sighed. “Mr. President, my colleague is right. We must send aid to France. It is in the best interest for our national defense.”

George sighed. “Thank you, Secretary Jefferson and Mr. Madison. Would anyone like to debate for the alt--”

Before he could finish, the man in the green suit had darted up from his seat. He was short -- nearly as short as yourself -- but his eyes held the fire of a thousand men.

“Mr. President, Secretary Jefferson is making a ridiculous point here. We signed the treaty with a king who is now dead. I mean, his damn head is in a basket. Should we really be expected to uphold this agreement?”

“Damn it, Hamilton, yes! We signed the treaty for the people of France, which very much still exist,” Jefferson retorted. Hamilton -- you recognized his name as well. The second pain in George’s ass, archrival of Jefferson. This should be interesting.

“Jefferson, we don’t have the goddamn budget to send funds to France. Did you forget that we just went through a war ourselves? We have no finances.”

“Hamilton, this is a foreign affairs issue. As Secretary of State, it is my jurisdiction to make the decision, not yours. Sit down.” You were fed up. This was as much of a Treasury issue as a State issue. You stood up, hands shaking, avoiding George’s gaze as you retaliated.

“Secretary Jefferson, this issue applies as much to the Secretary of the Treasury as it does the Secretary of the State. If you intend to send aid to the French, who is going to provide the funds? That is Secretary Hamilton’s jurisdiction.” You turned to Hamilton, who was regarding you with pure admiration. You felt your face burn and averted your gaze to the other secretary.

“Sorry, little miss, but you must be mistaken,” Jefferson said, raising his eyebrows. God, you wanted to slap that smirk off his face right now. “Why don’t you go back to your sewing or whatever, and let the men handle the real business.”

“Secretary Jefferson, since you find it necessary to bring my gender into the discussion, might I remind you that as a woman, it is my role to clean up the messes you men make? Frankly, sir, your plan is terrible. We have neither the finances nor the goods to fund a foreign war.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Sit down, darlin’, maybe we can talk later over tea.” He winked at you, and you laughed.

“Seems to me, sir, that I know more about the issue than yourself.”

Jefferson stood up. “Alright, lady, listen --”

“Jefferson, the lady is right.” You hadn’t even notice that Hamilton had stood, making his way over so that he and Jefferson were nearly chest to chest. It was almost comical, the difference in their heights; but what he lacked in height, Hamilton made up for in pure passion. “We don’t have the funds for this. The only result that will be obtained from contributing to this war is a loss of money and war materials we should be using for our own troops. We cannot send aid to France.”

“What about Lafayette? Did you forget about him? He needs our help, Hamilton. Are you going to deny him that in favor of some rude woman who doesn’t know shit about politics?”

“Lafayette is one of the smartest and most resourceful men I’ve ever met. As for the lady, she seems to know more about politics than you do, Jefferson,” Hamilton sneered.

“Gentlemen, please sit down,” warned George. You knew by his tone and the way he glared at the two men that he was pissed; however, the other men seemed unfazed. Was this a common occurrence. “Y/n, you too.” You nodded, smoothing your skirt down so you could sit in your seat.

“As for the issue at hand,” George said, looking around at the men around the table, “Hamilton and Y/n are correct. We do not have the funds to participate in this rebellion -- especially since it is not even a full-out war. The French people will have to help themselves in this skirmish.”

“But Mr. President, sir --” Jefferson started. “Enough, Jefferson. The meeting is adjourned, gentlemen. I will see you all Thursday.” The men began to file out of the room, picking up their papers and muttering. You realized you hadn’t taken many notes, and began trying to fill in things while they were fresh in your brain. America does not have the money to send to foreign countries at this time, especially if there is not a full-on war. Though this breaks the treaty with France, it is in the best interest…

“Miss Y/n?” Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice, and you looked up to see none other than Secretary Hamilton, standing over you as you scribbled your ideas. You stood, setting your notepad to the side and smoothing out your dress.

“Secretary Hamilton, it is truly a pleasure to meet you.” You went to curtsey, but before you could, Hamilton had grabbed your hand and was placing a gentle kiss on it. A shiver ran up your arm, and you blushed.

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/n.”

“Please, just call me Y/n.”

“Then I must insist that you call me Alexander.” He grinned, his wide smile lighting up the room and making your heart flutter.

“Thank you, Alexander, for supporting my argument. I know it was not ladylike.”

“Y/n, I don’t care if it was improper. You’re passionate and extremely smart, I can tell. You’re exactly the kind of woman I want to be with, and to raise my daughters to be like.”

You blushed. “What are you saying, Alexander?”

He grasped your hand in both of his, warm brown eyes meeting yours. “May I write to you, Y/n? I know this may be sudden, but I am completely enamored with you, and I want to get to know you better.”

You smiled. “Of course, Alexander.” He gave your hand one last squeeze before walking away, and you met George’s eyes as Alexander left the room. You knew the blush on your cheeks was evident, but you didn’t care. This was the start of something wonderful.

#hamilton #hamilton fic #hamilton imagine #alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton x reader #hamilton x reader #hamilton x reader smut #musicals #lin manuel miranda #lin manuel miranda x reader #heathers #falsettos #my fics

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vigilante-rpg · 7 years ago

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Welcome Maddie! We’re pleased to announce your audition for Moon Mi Na / The Guardian has been accepted! Please send your account into the main within the next 24 hours. We can’t wait to have you join us!

NAME: Maddie

AGE: 24

TIMEZONE: GMT

PRONOUNS: She/her

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I lurk from my phone pretty constantly, and I usually get online for replies at least three times a week, if not more! I’ll definitely keep in touch if it looks like that’s going to change though.

PREVIOUS ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: I’ve been roleplaying for about seven years now, although I did have a few years off in there. I’ve explored most genres of RP but always in a groups with a leaning towards longer, denser replies. I’ve been a keen writer for even longer, probably more than ten years now, and I love RP as a way of practicing that. Most of my experience is on Tumblr, although I did do a few forum RPs back in the day and - don’t let this lower your opinion of me - Omegle RPing, where you search for partners with similar interests and I used the Sherlock RP tags. Yikes, I know.

PERSONAL TUMBLR CONTACT: Removed for Privacy

TRIGGERS: None

CHARACTER NAME: Moon Mi Na, goes by Mina Moon for the sake of simplicity.

PRONOUNS: She/her

AGE: 21

ORIGIN: The Guardian.

FACE CLAIM: Lee Ji Eun (or Im Jin Ah as my second choice! They both have acting credits with a good number of resources so hopefully these will be fine despite being musicians originally)

QUOTE: If there is nothing but what we make in this world, let us make it good.

OCCUPATION: Personal Trainer

PERSONALITY:

Hard working. Mina has never half assed anything in her life, being very much from the school of ‘if a job is worth doing, it’s worth doing right’. She never hesitates to get stuck in to a task, whether that’s in her daily life or her vigilante work. In fact, she flounders if she doesn’t have a task to work on, and very much likes to keep herself busy. Even if something is onerous or unpleasant, she’ll never complain.

Optimistic. Attitude is central to Mina’s life philosophy, and she tries her best to never let anything get her down. When her mother was training her to fight, she always focused on the fact that the criminal you are fighting is probably the hero of their own story. This taught Mina to be sympathetic even towards her foes, and she never treats anyone poorly without very good cause. It would be easy to let life wear her down, confronted with as many villains as there are in Newhaven, but she makes a conscious effort not to let that happen and always remain upbeat.

Demanding. Having always been pushed to her limits, Mina sees nothing wrong with pushing others to theirs. This mostly comes out with her clients at the gym, who receive so much constructive criticism it tends to feel like plain criticism. It comes from a good place but can often make her difficult to be around; she’s the first to criticise something of poor quality, even if it’s something so simple as her latte in the morning. For her, perfection is the only standard worth presenting. For the barista, they’re probably just a kid in college trying to make some extra spending money, wondering why this customer is so aggressive about something so minor. It’s borne from a place of wanting to see people achieve their potential, and she means well by it, but can often come off as abrasive.

Obsessive. Once Mina sets her mind to something, she focuses on little else - it goes beyond dedication or passion. She has very little time for hobbies in her life, and consequently very few friends, as she feels that any time spent lounging around in a bar or watching a movie is time wasted. Should she accidentally sleep in for an hour or spend too long socialising with a client, she berates herself for it and even finds herself getting anxious that she should be doing something. There’s a fear deep within her that if she lets down her guard, something terrible will happen.

Restrained. Mina is extremely good at resisting temptation, and has excellent self control - you’ll never see her grabbing a doughnut on her way to work. This is generally viewed as a good thing, because she keeps herself in excellent shape, completes any tasks she sets herself, and never does anything she may later regret. On the flip side, however, she never allows herself to indulge in anything, and can often be seen as a bit of a wet blanket among her colleagues. The concept of treating herself is pretty foreign to Mina, and though she doesn’t see this as a bad thing, she will likely regret not allow herself to enjoy life a little more.

Emotional. Although she was raised a fighter, she was always taught the importance of self expression as a form of control: if you allow yourself to lock all your emotions away, they may burst out at an inopportune moment and cause you to make mistakes. Consequently, Mina tends to be very open with her thoughts and feelings - whether for good or for bad.

BIOGRAPHY: The year was 1693, and Moon Ji Su knew her life would soon be over. The people of Salem had been murmuring about her for weeks - an outsider, a stranger - and so she took her thirteen year old daughter, Yu Na, into the forest. There, she pressed a silver token in the shape of a circle with a line through it into Yu Na’s hands and told her to hold it close in times of need. That night, Ji Su was tried as a witch and burned. The people came for Yu Na next, because the daughter of a witch must surely be tainted by association, and Yu Na clutched the silver token in her palm with closed eyes as she whispered a prayer. She and her mother had travelled such a long way, thinking they could begin a new, better life in America. They were wrong.

When the people laid their hands on her, she fought back and found in herself a strength greater than that of any human; she fought them all off and fled into the night to start her life anew for the second time. That silver token that bestowed the strength upon her, shaped in the alchemical symbol for salt, was a gift and she meant not to waste it. She travelled, and fought on behalf of the persecuted. When she settled down later in life, she passed her talisman down to her daughter and taught her of its strength. A Moon woman must always hold this talisman, she said, and she must keep her own name even in marriage because they must uphold her mother’s legacy.

Such is the story that Mi na’s mother told her, just as her own mother had told her. There is little evidence of Moon Ji Su’s existence, and it is likely that the story has been added to and altered and embroidered over the years - frankly, Mina suspects there weren’t even any Korean women in Salem at that time, and the whole thing is a fairytale - but every Moon woman knows it. As was dictated by her lineage, Mina - who has forgone the space in her name to better fit in - was raised to be a fighter: enrolled in jiu-jitsu and krav maga classes the moment she could walk, combat was all she knew. And while she trained, her mother donned her costume and went out under cover of night to fight for the little people. Justice has always been central to the path of the Moon women: never fight without cause, never harm a downed opponent, never sit idly by while someone gets hurt.

Mina worshipped her mother; she was the strongest woman in the world, and when she turned eighteen and inherited the talisman of strength, she would do anything to emulate her. Her life has followed the same route of all the Moon women: train until you’re of age, inherit the talisman and the identity of Haetae, and then find somewhere to call home. Brattleboro in Vermont has lived under the protection of Haetae for decades; now, with Mina behind the mask, Haetae has moved to Newhaven. Mina has read many stories in the news of the conditions there, and her strong sense of justice told her that this was the place she must protect.

What she didn’t anticipate was how much she would struggle living alone. She thought she had been raised strong and independent, but actually she feels like a child, lost, without her mother. Throughout her younger years, Mina had spent most of her time with her mother. She’d gone to school to get a normal education too, of course, and made plenty of friends thanks to her upbeat nature, but her mother would always be her best friend. Even as a teenager she bypassed the rebellious ‘I hate my mom’ phase. The understanding that your mother wants you to do your best and be your best goes quite a long way in developing a good relationship. Any vulnerability she feels because of this, you would never suspect. Mina works hard to keep a positive attitude, as much for herself as anyone else, and though she allows herself to feel sad, what she won’t allow is for it to get to her down.

Now she works by day as a freelance personal trainer at Pur Gym, and her clients know her as optimistic, encouraging - and relentless. She likes to see everyone do their best, because she knows that hard as she may try, she alone cannot protect Newhaven. It’s important to her that she see people learn to defend themselves, to grow strong.

Of course, she is still young; still learning. This is Mina’s first year of living independently, and she misses her mother deeply. She still phones several times a week, and is pleased to hear that her mother is enjoying retirement greatly - and in turn, her mother is pleased to hear that Mina is working hard. She still struggles with her moral compass, often unable to fully incapacitate villains or criminals. She wants desperately to do the right thing, and in the right way, but she is still only human and if she allows herself to hesitate and look in the eyes of her opponent, she will often falter. More than one criminal has gotten away from her because of this, and forgiving herself for those times is a long journey.

VIGILANTE NAME: Haetae.

PRONOUNS: She/her.

APPEARANCE: The Haetae is a Korean mythological creature symbolising protection. The costume, which is passed down through the generations with modifications and upgrades made as new materials become available, works to mirror this. It is a full-body leotard made of grey-blue kevlar woven in a linked pattern that resembles the scales of the Haetae, worn with black steel toe-capped boots for their sturdiness. The mask used to have a horn, but as time went on it became apparent that not only was this cumbersome, it looked rather foolish. Now, the Haetae wears a mask that covers the eyes and meets in a short peak at the top center, giving the appearance almost of a tiara - it is only a subtle nod to the appearance of the creature. The mask is in a deep bronze colour, matching the sigil of the Haetae that is worn on the chest of the costume..

SIGIL: The sigil is a simplified haetae, and looks very much like a lion with fangs bared, and a pattern of swirls about the edges.

COLOUR SCHEME: Deep Blue ( 012345 ) Bronze ( 875E2A ) Slate Gray ( 2F4F4F )

FIGHTING STYLE: Close quarters combat. Having been trained in hand-to-hand combat from a young age, Haetae isn’t afraid to dive right in to the action. With her superhuman strength, her talent lies in ending fights quickly and cleanly. She will never aim for a fatality, instead incapacitating her opponents so that they can be given over to police custody, where they will be dealt with properly. Haetae is always careful not to overstep her boundaries, feeling that while it is her place to protect those who cannot protect themselves, she will never be judge, jury, or executioner - she sees her job as putting villains in the hands of the law.

CLASS TYPE: Offensive

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful good.

POWER: Haetae’s power comes from the silver token that is worn on a thin chain around her neck - it sits beneath her costume so that it is never visible. Once the token is removed, she will only have the strength of any other human - but with the token around her neck, she possesses a superhuman strength. It isn’t limitless, but it is very potent; in her experience, Haetae can lift trucks, knock down walls, and bend metal as easily as if it were butter. She is always mindful of this power, as it could easily kill a human: something she has vowed she will never do.

Please delegate 9 points between the following three stats for your character. If the origin you’re applying for has a bonus or debuff on any of the below, adjust the total as required.

OBSCURITY: 3 / 5

CONTROL: 4 / 5 (+1) = 5 / 5

LUCK: 2 / 5 (+1) = 3 / 5

Please delegate 28 points between the following eight stats for your character. If the origin you’re applying for has a bonus or debuff on any of the below, adjust the total as required.

STRENGTH: 5/5

SPEED: 2/5

CHARISMA: 2/5

INTUITION: 3/5

AGILITY: 3/5

STAMINA: 4/5

INTELLIGENCE: 3/5

DURABILITY: 4/5

HEADCANONS:

Mina doesn’t have many hobbies outside of work and training, but she loves to cook. She learned this from her mother, because they burned so many calories in their training that big, nutrient-rich meals were vital. It’s one of the few things outside of martial arts that Mina gets truly excited to discuss, and she’s always keen to invite people around for dinner. She particularly enjoys cooking with Korean flavours as that’s what she was raised with, but always enjoys experimenting.

Although Mina loves her lifestyle and the feeling that she’s improving the world, she sometimes feels that she missed out on certain things, like education. She completed high school to a satisfactory level, but didn’t have the time to commit to a 4.0 GPA due to her rigorous training schedule. Though it’s likely she’ll never attend college, she does want to learn. She doesn’t have a specific focus, but she’s usually found with earbuds in, listening to educational podcasts about any topic from the rise and fall of Roman civilisation to string theory. She doesn’t always understand all of it, but she finds it more fun than just listening to music while she works out.

Mina has never had a serious relationship, and isn’t terribly interested in one, but she feels the pressure as she knows one day she will have to pass down the mantle of Haetae; preferably before she’s too old to offer proper training. Her mother had her when she was only twenty one, the age Mina is now. The identity of her father is a mystery, and she has the distinct impression that her mother just had a few one night stands until she fell pregnant, for the sake of having a baby. That’s not the life Mina wants. If she has a child, she wants it to be with someone special. The idea raises a lot of questions, though: should she tell them about her vigilante work? How would she have that conversation? What if they weren’t okay with her raising a child into a life of danger and violence? For now, Mina prefers to ignore the topic and staunchly refuses any offers to go to speed dating with her colleagues, and she certainly won’t join Tinder.

Being in the personal training industry, Mina feels it would be unfair and dishonest to wear her talisman during training. She’s very strong for her stature anyway, and doesn’t want the extra edge. However, she’s afraid to leave it in her house in case of a break in. If she lost it, she’d be losing a family legacy of allegedly centuries. Instead she carries it in an old Altoids mint box in a hidden pocket inside her coat, and when she goes to work she leaves this coat in a locker with three different padlocks on it. This has led to some laughter among her colleagues - the paranoia over her possessions, combined with her shady and secretive nighttime activities, have led them to joke that she’s a drug dealer. Mina laughs and encourages the joke, as she’d rather people think that, than have her secret identity discovered.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Desired Plots:

A workout buddy. Most of Mina’s life is devoted to fitness and exercise, and I’d love to explore a relationship based on sparring/jogging together/rowing, any sort of fitness. She’s great at motivating people and will bring delicious homemade snacks. So far she has very few friends, and this would be a great way for her to get involved with the more normal side of things in Newhaven.

Partnering Up. Haetae has always worked alone, and it never occurred to Mina to work with another hero; she never even went out with her mother, because only one person can hold the talisman. Throughout Haetae’s history she’s never had a partner - but then, she’s never been in a territory so saturated with heroes as Newhaven. Whether they team up mid-fight and find themselves working well together, or hear about one another by reputation and want to work with each other due to complementary skillsets, it’d be great to have Mina working with someone else.

Out of her comfort zone. Mina has a very set routine and lifestyle, and it could definitely do with a bit of shaking up. She could meet a bit of a party animal and get dragged into drinks and karaoke, or spotted at random and asked to help someone with their hobby; specifics obviously depend on the other character but I’d love to see her forced in to letting loose a little.

Vulnerability. Strength and independence are the backbone of Mina’s lifestyle, so let’s put her in a situation where she’s totally helpless. Maybe she’s caught without her talisman and bound before she can fight back, or someone spikes her drink leaving her confused and frightened, or she gets herself into a fight she simply can’t win!

#accepted #accepted audition

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