#sorry for the six erasure

[nahualnextdoor]

Character Analysis for Shitpost's Sake (long post; tw suicide discussion):

A funny haha, a whimsy silly image. Something I did in like 10 minutes...

Well behind the scenes I spent an entire night dissecting every episode and book paragraph in my head just to see what box fits what character (I take my silly guys very seriously and my shitposts should represent their characterizations accurately otherwise I'll kill myself).

So, here we go.

Active suicide risk: (literally anyone except Cleo and Six)

-Resus: Pretty obvious and intuitive in my opinion. Our favorite trans allegory emo boy that literally sleeps in a coffin. Hates pretty much every aspect of his life, thinks he's a disappointment to his family simply for existing (and sadly kinda is), and is pretty much fine with death as a whole (most of his friends already went trough it, after all).

-Luke: This one was also pretty obvious in my opinion. While not as clear cut or active as Resus, there was this one time where he decided to banish himself to the Underlands, no hesitation, as soon as he found out (or rather was made to believe) he attacked his parent. He's very often ostracizing himself over his lycanthropy hurting those around him, and for the major part of the book series he believed himself to be a burden for his parents. (Also he has like. Zero sense of self-preservation, at least in the tv show).

-Luella: Oh boy. Where do I begin with you girl. Just her living situation alone is sad enough, add in her attachment issues, her lack of control over her emotions, her crush on a guy that treats her... horribly, and her lack of any meaningful friendship in her life up until she became bffs with Cleo in s2. Honestly I'm just glad that by the end of s2 she's mostly content with her life the way it is, but still... at least on the episodes before she got her shit together, I'd say she's kinda worrying.

-Dixon: Yeah this guy's life is just hell lol. I'm not really getting any suicidal vibes out of him, but it is more than plausible.

10/10:

-Cleo: She's just... I love her 🙏🙏 Badass, one of the most interesting characters of the tv show in my opinion, autistic as fuck (they all are, but she's the one I relate to the most), curses the entire town in order to fix her problems and is pretty much happy despite being in an eternal sisyphean cycle.

Needs to retake the am I gay quiz:

-Resus: self explanatory I think. He really needs to get his shit together because I just cannot tolerate when he's all over Luella "oh luella I need your help with this spell and also brain drain dumped me in a wet cardboard box and killed my grandma 🥺🥺" and then going "well thanks for nothing, fuck u and ur stupid useless magic, also even tho we're nothing I will get all possessive over u at the slightest possibility of u liking Luke hey can we kiss to save the world btw" She deserves so much better than him omg. Boy you're queer!!! Leave her alone and just stay with the werewolf!!!

Cannibalised first in plane crash scenario:

-Resus: I just thought this was funny lol

Adderal prescription ASAP:

-Luke: Also pretty self explanatory. Lycantrophy is the magical equivalent of autism and adhd in this universe, I don't make the rules. Both in the books and in the show he's shown having a hard time focusing on class, finding it easier to just focus on his videogames. He spends hours playing on his console, to the point of ignoring his baisc needs, and is pretty hyperactive in my opinion, at least in the show. Really I wish they'd bring back the idea of Eeafa (or maybe even Luella) figuring out a potion or spell to help him manage his wild side, wich, to me at least, is not only his wolf self, but all of his neurodivergent tendencies in general (basically it would be magical meds that makes you have more control over the wolf form on top helping you study).

Missing person:

-Pretty much all the other kids from the books but I choose Kian because he's kinda the one that has the most relevance and the only one with an available image on the internet that is not a 3 pixels wide scan on the Internet Archive (still love them tho). He could potentially be on active suicide risk once he gets old enough to understand what happened to his parents tho, but thinking about that for more than 5 seconds makes me cry so I prefer not to.

And that is basically it! Thank you for listening to my ramblings and analysis of these silly little guys that keep rotating on my head like rotisserie chicken ballerinas. Next will probably be my still pending character analysis for why I assigned the slimes I did on my slime rancher post.

[teastarfall]

hey guys! fun fact! LN2 will have its 3rd anniversary in like 2 months… i am in tears,,, i need to sit down…. huh

d,,drawings for now..

[zylev-blog]

Danny was pissed. He was chilling in the Speedforce, waiting on his dad—the Flash—to show up when he felt something shift around him. He exited the speedforce to find that the timeline had changed again, and he had been written out of the timeline. He technically was a time anomaly now, and didn’t exist. So he talked to Clockwork, a ghost he’d gotten to know extremely well after Danny’s creation.

Danny was a clone of the Flash and Green Lantern(Hal Jordan) as part of an experiment that Lex Luthor had taken prior to cloning Superboy. Lex had wanted to know if the power ring was able to transmit anything genetically (it couldn’t. It was a wearable weapon, not a genetic thing.) but Danny had inherited Flash’s superspeed, so he wasn’t a complete loss. Danny wasn’t sure if he looked more like either man, considering they both wore masks. He had brown hair and green eyes. Beyond that, he tanned well, was tall for his age, and packed on muscle far easier than the Flash did. He hadn’t ever seen either man out of the costume.

After a talk with Clockwork, he decided he was just going to force his way back into his Dad’s life. Both of them, if possible. He arrived years before his creation by mistake, right near the start of the Justice League. By his estimates, the team had only been formed for a year before he’d arrived. It was strange; he both didn’t exist and was from the future. He guessed that it was around nine years before his birth, and since he was technically six months old, he was 9 years in the past. Thinking about this was going to give him a headache.

The Justice League was severely mistrustful of each other. They didn’t go out of their way for teamups, didn’t have weekly meetings, and almost pretended if the other members didn’t exist. The most recluse of them was Batman, of course. If any hero set foot in Gotham, they were booted out before they even got to downtown. Danny highly suspected Batman had the entire city on camera. The situation was weirding him out more than before. What had happened to the team?! He was used to everyone being one big family, and even the sidekicks having their own teams… speaking of sidekicks, why was Robin so small?! Wait a minute, that wasn’t the third Robin that he was used to, that was the first Robin! Baby Nightwing!

Thankfully for him, he still had his costume on this entire time as he zipped around the country, spying on the younger members of the Justice League. It was surreal watching everyone try to capture him, but he wasn’t going to be caught that easily!

Eventually his presence forced the Justice League into another teamup. Batman laid the trap out, and Flash lured him into it. The plan was so beautiful that he didn’t even realize it was a trap until he was caught in it. Green Lantern took off Danny’s mask, and for the first time, he looked at his fathers without a mask. They didn’t make the connection to him right away. It wasn’t until Wonder Woman’s lasso made its way around his wrist that the truth finally came out.

“Who are you?” Wonder Woman asked.

“Oof , hard question—ow ow oww—I’m being honest!” He struggled against the lasso as it started to burn him. “My designation was Dn-y, I go by Danny, though. I’m a clone.”

“Of who?” Batman demanded.

“Flash and Green Lantern.” The lasso was glowing brightly, indicating that he was telling the truth.

“How did you escape?” Flash asked.

He didn’t answer right away. He was trying to think about how to phrase the whole time traveling—timeline erasure thing when the lasso started to burn him again. “Ow ow! Sorry, I’m thinking! Ow! Turn down the settings on that thing, holy shit—okay, okay.” He winced, his words coming out in one breath as he quickly talked, “What do you know about time travel?”

Diana’s eyebrows were rising. “How are you able to resist the lasso for so long?”

“I’m not really resisting it.” He answered, noting the obvious deflect of his last question, “I just-oww—okay! My mind moves too fast for me to put into words sometimes and it makes me stop to think about it, but like, I’m not good at controlling the speed in which I speak all the time—owww make this thing stop burning me! I’m speaking honestly!”

Diana revoked the lasso, and he rubbed his wrist where his costume was starting to singe. He was still trapped in an anti-speedster prison, so it wasn’t exactly like he was going anywhere anyway.

“Why were you asking about time travel?” Batman asked.

“Based on the crickets chirping I heard earlier, that leads me to believe you guys haven’t had any experience in it yet.” He leaned against the wall of the prison, wincing as it shocked him with electricity. “Seriously? How paranoid are you, Batman?” He rubbed his shoulder. “Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting with you people, but I feel so attacked right now.”

“So we have experience with it in the future?” Superman piped up.

“Yeah?” His tone of voice equated to a ‘duh’ tone. “Why would I ask what you knew if I wasn’t from the future?”

“How far in the future are you from?” Green Lantern asked.

“Nine years, maybe close to ten? Timelines are weird. I’m technically six months old, but at the same time I’m sixteen. Cloning is odd, but I was like, the first clone ever, so I don’t really have a basis for this sort of thing, if you catch my drift.” He shrugged. He seemed like he talked a lot more than the heroes did, but he didn’t know if that was because he was a chatterbox, or because they weren’t comfortable in each other’s presence. Either way, the silence was odd to him.

“How did you end up here?” Batman asked.

“Honestly? I don’t fully know. Don’t give me that look, Diana! I’m telling the truth.” He added quickly as Diana fingered her lasso again. “All I know is one minute, I’m chilling in the Speedforce, and the next, the timeline is changed and I’m nine years too early for my birth. You’d think the timeline would at least have the decency to spit me out in my own year, but nooo, it wanted to—“

“What’s the Speedforce?” Superman interrupted.

He tilted his head at Superman’s question, then turned to the Flash. “How long have you had your powers?”

Flash shifted uncomfortably. “Two years.”

“Oh boy.” Danny’s green eyes widened. “You don’t know anything about them, do you?”

“I do know things!” Flash deflected, “My suit doesn’t catch on fire anymore! I can run up to Mach 2! I can get from either end of the country in thirty minutes!”

He groaned loudly. “Oh no. Oh no.” He chewed on his thumb, trying to recall everything he’d learned about his powers from his Flash. While he hadn’t learned his or Green Lantern’s identity yet, he knew almost everything about their hero personas and a lot of personal information. They were just worried of the Cadmus connection and didn’t want their identity to fall into the wrong hands if they still could see inside of Danny’s head.

“What’s wrong?” Diana asked.

“Okay.” He ran his hands through his brown hair, making it spike up. “Hypothetically—“ he cut himself off as Batman glared at him. “Okay, totally real, but uh, Flash, let’s just say that I’m faster than you right now. A lot faster.”

“How much?” Flash took a step forward, obviously curious.

“From what we can tell, I’ve topped out at Mach nine.” He responded with a dry laugh, “But your speed was still a lot faster than mine. You’d never tell me what it was. I’m still growing though, and I’m getting faster. I’m able to beat my precious time by almost double each time we test. But my situation was complicated, and things were happening, and it was a mess.”

“Like what?” Superman asked.

“World war three. I think?” He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture that he had picked up from Green Lantern, “Things got complicated. That’s why I was going to wait for…” his eyebrows scrunched together as the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place. “It was you!” He turned to Flash. “You!” He jabbed a finger at the speedster. “You set this up! You set ME up!”

The heroes took fighting stances, but Superman took a step forward, blocking them from Danny. “What are you talking about?”

“Okay okay.” He was trying to calm down his anger, but he had been told by Green Lantern in the past that he had inherited the man’s anger issues. “Let me start at the beginning. This is going to be a long story, you might want to take a seat.”

Nobody moved, but everyone was tense.

“Or not. Okay. So my creation starts with Lex Luthor.” He noticed Superman stiffen. “He used me as his trial, if you will. Once he got a successful attempt at cloning—me—he moved onto his real target. Cloning Superman.” Danny’s green eyes hovered onto Superman’s blue ones. “He was successful.”

“What happened?” Superman’s voice was unnaturally quiet.

“Well, at first, Conner wasn’t showing that he had all the powers of Superman. So Lex tossed him aside and tried again. The second attempt was more successful than the first. But cloning Kryptonian dna was hard, I guess.” He shrugged. “The second clone lacked basic emotions. Empathy, remorse… it made him the perfect little weapon for Lex. But eventually, the clone’s anger and Lex’s greed got to a point of no return. Lex was elected President of the United States and uh…you can probably see where this is going, right? While the fighting hadn’t like…’officially’ started,” He used his fingers to create air quotes around the word ‘officially’, “Things were getting tense. See, we couldn’t take the clone down because Lex had wrote out the Kryptonite deficiency out of his weakness. And the clone had all the strength of Superman and none of his remorse…”

Superman looked pale. “I see.”

“So Flash and I came up with a plan.” He turned back to his father, “We were going to travel into the next dimension for help. From what we could tell, that dimension was full of god-like beings, and one of them actually helped me out earlier! But for a lot of them, they ask for a price for their help. But anyway, Flash and I were going to take our case to the King and plead for help. I was waiting for Flash when the timeline reset and I found out that not only did I not exist, but I was nine years too early.”

“What are you going to do now?” Green Lantern asked.

“Dunno,” His voice dropped as the reality hit him. He wasn’t going home—his home didn’t exist anymore.

[lovelettersforthedamned]

The Winner

✰ stanford!art donaldson x stanford!f!reader

✰ word count : 1.0k

✰ summary : you never get tired of being art donaldson's girl, especially when you get to reward him for his win later that night.

✰ warnings: kissing, allusions to smut, minors dni, 18+, tashi erasure (i'm sorry), art is happy LOL.

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main m.list ⋆ art donaldson m.list

⋆ gif by @supersoldierslover

Your professor’s monotone voice was the cherry on top of your already long day. Scheduling back-to-back lectures right before Art’s game days wasn’t ideal, but you made it work. You’re grateful to not play a sport while also engaging in academics. There have been countless nights spent in the library with Art, going over his notes because his practice in the afternoon tends to run late, pushing his homework time to the late hours of the night. 

With your head resting on your hand, another yawn is pulled from your body. A buzz from your back pocket jolts you awake, causing an embarrassing heat to flood your face. Quietly, you reach for your phone and check the message that almost gave you a heart attack. 

artie <3: I saved you a spot! My bag should be on the seat, and there’s a snack in there for you. 

You smile at the text. 

you: I’ll be out of class soon! I love you, superstar. 

artie <3: I love you!

And with the clock striking six thirty in the afternoon, you jump out of your seat and rush to the courts. Determination is written across your face as you frantically rush to the spot Art had saved for you that��s right at the front. Sure enough, a granola bar is inside his bag. 

It only takes a few minutes before Art makes his entrance on the court, his eyes automatically searching for you. Even after months of dating, spotting him made your heart race. He’s so captivating in the way he moves, especially when he plays. 

But even as he’s approaching you, you’re stuck in a daze. “Hi, pretty girl,” his voice carries a smile through it, something you’ve always appreciated. You lean over the fence and give him a kiss, his hand coming to the side of your face as if he wants to pull you impossibly closer to his touch. 

Taking his other hand in yours, you can feel that his palm is slightly clammy, “Are you nervous? You shouldn’t be.” 

He huffed a laugh and looked down because his ‘tough guy’ act didn’t slide past you. “I’m always nervous when you watch me play,” he admits, a rosy blush fluttering over his cheeks. 

You squeeze his hand once, an unspoken form of reassurement. “Don’t be,” you smile, “I’m your number one fan.” You joke, but not really.

With one last kiss, he leaves to play the game you’ve watched him perfect for the past few years. And though he’s hitting the ball to his opponent, you can’t help but focus on your boyfriend. The muscles in his arm flex with each movement as the sweat drips down his forehead, causing him to pull the bottom of his shirt up to wipe the perspiration away. Giving you, and the girls behind you, a perfect view of the cut of his abdomen leading down to the waistband of his shorts. 

Of course, you knew Art was attractive, and pair that with him being the best man on the team, he’s bound to receive attention. At first, the constant gawks and inappropriate comments towards him made your blood boil. You couldn’t stand the sight of the girls throwing themselves at your boyfriend, but now, you’ve learned to use them to your advantage. 

Before dating Art, there was no way you would purposely put yourself out there. Going to parties and bars wasn’t your favorite way to spend Friday nights, but now, you’re forced to embrace the spotlight just by being associated with Stanford's star tennis player. 

Art always has you by his side, an arm snaked around your waist as he greets friends at social gatherings. It took a while to get used to, but you wouldn’t have it any other way with Art by your side. 

Leaning back in your seat, you enjoy the Spring sun as you watch Art’s match unfold. And with the girls behind you giggling at your boyfriend, you smile. You smile because you know you’ve won.

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With Art’s opponent hitting the ball out, that was the match; an easy victory for Stanford. You rise to your feet and smile while applauding. Slinging Art’s bag over your shoulder, you unapologetically flaunt the embroidered stitching writing, ‘DONALDSON’ towards the girls behind you before walking off. 

You make your way to the exit of the locker room as you wait for Art to appear. You make casual conversation with the people around you, mostly friends and family of the other players, when some of them start to come out. Slowly, but surely, you see the mess of dirty blond hair push open the door, a smirk coming to your lips. 

He puts his classic red hat on backward before engulfing you in a hug, picking you up off of your feet, and spinning you in a circle. You giggle as you find your footing on the pavement below you, “See? There's no need to be nervous when I watch. You crushed it, baby.” 

“Maybe you’re my good luck charm,” he suggests, pulling away before he grabs your hand, leading the both of you to his dorm—a stupid boyish smile on his face. 

You brush off the feeling of his cock pressed into your thigh as he spun you as you let him lead you to his place, “Is this you subtly asking that I come to every single one of your matches?” 

“Hmm,” that smile never faded from his mouth, “maybe?” 

“Are you going to prove to me why I should? Or are you going to keep subtly flirting with me until I’m the one that has to beg for you to fuck me?” 

Your question surprises him and causes him to quicken his pace as you laugh behind him. He’s dragging you to his room, and you won’t stop him. Not after his big victory, he deserves to feel good tonight. 

⋆ author's note: ANOTHER ART FIC BECAUSE I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF HIM!!!! thank you for all the love on the last few art fics!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog this work if you loved it!! ok, ily byeeee!!!

[nishayuro]

can i request a Imagine how was the villain league invasion with gojo! reader in this episode

My Hero Academia with a Gojo! Reader during the LOV’s USJ invasion

A/N: thank you for this request!! I’ve had many thoughts about it but had no idea how to word them lmaoo, hope this does the scene justice. Also sooo sorry I took so long for a part two 

GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint, hurt/comfort (i guess??)

based off of this

You all entered the bus after Aiwaza sensei said that you’ll have training somewhere, you sat beside Midoriya.

When they were talking about quirks and Asui mentioned that Midoriya’s quirk was similar to All Might’s, you used your six eyes to analyse Izuku. ‘Hmm, she’s not wrong… ‘ you thought

Kirishima was talking about how flashy quirk havers were lucky because they were what makes heroes more famous. 

“If you want someone strong and flashy, then it’s definitely Todoroki, Bakugo and Gojo!” Kirishima said, the half and half haired one was asleep while the blonde grumbled at the comment. “Bakugo is explosive. I feel like he won’t be popular” Asui replied, “say that again, you jerk! I’ll have fans!” Bakugo answered angrily. They continued to taunt the blonde while you watched, amused at the scene. 

“I feel like Gojo-san will be one of the popular pro heroes! Their quirk is strong and flashy and they’re also attractive!” Kaminari pointed out, “ehehe, you think so?” you replied. “Yeah! Aside from your dad being one of the most famous pro heroes of all time, you’re definitely strong enough to reach top charts!” Ashido added. “You all flatter me,” you replied, smiling at them. 

When you reached the venue, you were welcomed by pro hero Thirteen who also introduced you all to the USJ training ground and also explained her quirk to you all. 

As introductions went on, you began to notice something off. Immediately exchanging your black out glasses for blindfolds. 

You were now on high alert, you started scanning the area with six eyes, looking for anything that seemed out of the ordinary, that's when you noticed energy building up in the centre of the arena. 

“Aizawa sensei…” you said, voice void of the usual cheerfulness, alerting the teacher and immediately sensing something wrong. When you all looked towards the centre, a portal appeared and out came villains, shocking your classmates and the pro heroes. 

 Aizawa got into a fighting stance, mirroring him as you got ready to engage. You know full well that if these villains were able to bypass the U.A's strict security system, they were somewhat of a real deal. 

“Y/N, you have experience?” Aizawa asked, you gave him a nod. “Yeah, dad likes immersive and visual teaching so he’d bring me to missions. I can handle, don’t worry, sensei.” you answered, Getting ready to attack and act as support for your teacher. 

You both ran down the stairs and into the frey, you had your infinity on, therefore making any counter attack done by the villains useless. 

You looked up at your classmates and saw them getting sucked into the portal. ‘Shit!’ you thought, unable to leave the fray right now due to being ambushed left and right. 

You fought back to back with Aizawa, dealing with the villains that his scarf couldn’t deal with. You were only doing hand to hand combat, as sending in one of your coloured moves might be fatal to some of the weaker ones. You saw Aizawa rush towards the one with hands around, shocking yourself when his elbow suddenly got injured. You rushed to his aid, removing him from the villain’s grasp. However, what you didn’t expect was a creature to sweep in and bash your teacher’s head on the ground. 

“Aizawa sensei!” you shout in concern, immediately trying to remove the creature from him, however, your efforts lead nowhere as the creature was stronger than you physically as it continued to bash the erasure heroes head on the concrete and sent you flying towards a farther place. You weren’t able to activate your infinity in time, so your head got hit and you felt blood oozing out.

Lucky for you, you can heal yourself, since that was one of the first skills your father taught you, so you healed yourself and went back into the fight, more determined than ever. 

You notice the hand villain rush towards Midoriya, Tyusu and Mineta, and as far as you know, a single touch from that villain means destruction. 

You ran towards them, luckily, Aizawa cancelled the villain’s quirks, saving Tsuyu. You gave the villain a black flash punch and sent him flying. You looked towards your teacher, seeing the creature bash his head once again. Midoriya tried punching it, but nothing happened. 

“Fuck this, Reversal: Red!” you exclaimed, aiming at the creature’s head, sending it slamming into a wall. Shocking your classmates. 

You ran towards your teacher to assess the damage done. He was in bad shape, You saw the creature was back and Midoriya was fighting it. Then, the gym’s doors burst open, revealing the No.1 Hero, an angry look on his face. 

Everyone rejoiced as All Might made quick work of the smaller scale villains. The creature then faced All Might, Midoriya gave All Might information on the creature, to which the hero responded with a reassuring smile and phrase. “Midoriya, Tsuyu, Mineta. Hold onto me.” You said, grabbing onto Aizawa and teleporting you all out of the way. 

The fight continued, with your group watching from the sidelines. As much as you’d like to help out, you don’t want to get in All Might's way. You were shocked when Midoriya ran into the fight, only to be stopped by Bakugo who appeared out of nowhere along with Kirishima and Todoroki. 

You plastered a smirk, handing Aizawa to Tsuyu and rushing into the fight yourself. The hand villain went through a whole speech about kids these days, then ordered for the creature called a “Nomu” to finish off Bakugou. All Might looked at you for a brief second and you got the message. “Not on my watch!” you shout, teleporting to Bakugou and away with him, shocking the boy. 

The villain made another speech to which All Might asked you all to escape. 

A battle between All Might and the Nomu ensued as you students watched on. 

He sent the Nomu out through the roof with one strong punch, ending the fight. 

The other two villains then proceeded to attack All Might, when you and Midoriya ran towards them, you created a barrier and extended your infinity towards your classmate and All Might, giving them some sort of protection. 

Then, a bullet got shot towards the villain, making him fall.

The fog villain and the hand villain retreated, but not without the promise of coming back for revenge. 

The other pro hero teachers came as back up, to which you were thankful for. 

When you reached outside, you found police officers detaining the small fry villains, 

The head police informed you all of Aizawa and Thirteen’s conditions, which were luckily stable. They also informed you of Midoriya’s condition. 

“You were awesome there, Gojo!” Uraraka complimented, your other classmates surrounding you. “Yeah! That attack you did that sent the Nomu away was so strong!” Mineta exclaimed. As praises filled your ears, your mind was in a different place. “Thanks! I learnt from the best!” You replied.

Although deep inside you knew you weren’t strong enough, you had lots of opportunities to join the fight, to help All Might and not make him shoulder all the burden, but you stayed still and just watched as he was getting beaten up. 

You were scared to act, scared to get in the way, and scared that although Gojo Satoru, one of the world’s strongest heroes is your dad, you aren’t strong enough to handle your own battles. 

No amount of prior training or watching your dad handle missions would have gotten you ready for what just happened, and in all honesty, in your opinion, Midoriya was more of a hero than you were. 

When you got home, your dad heard about the news, and you told him everything, including your doubts. 

“Hey kikufuku… the first time isn’t always easy. You’re at a hero school TO learn about being a hero. Not just because you have a powerful quirk means that you’re already a powerful hero. You have much to learn, and that’s where experience comes in. I wasn’t always this strong, my strength comes from experience and training.” Satoru comforts you. 

“Stop being hard on yourself, you contributed to the fight and saved your teachers and classmates, and that’s what matters. You have plenty of other opportunities, so grab them and learn from them, okay?” he added, bringing you into a hug. 

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter what background you’re from, because from then on, all of you are standing on the same stage, and are all training to become the next generation of heroes. 

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For @frequentlybees on bluesky for the title meme: "had a house (but you made it a home)" took an unexpected turn but I still like how this came out

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Sanji doesn’t know what possessed him to buy this place. It’s far bigger than one person needs; there are rooms he’s never even done anything with, that still lie empty. Even the bed is too big, but at least the kitchen is the right size. If the rest of the house is empty, he at least feels comfortable here, setting the water going for coffee and pulling the eggs out. He belatedly wonders if his guest has allergies; should have asked, but the shower is shutting off and he’ll have the opportunity in a minute.

Sanji rolls his neck on his shoulders, feeling the ache of well-used muscles and the imprint of teeth. He smiles to himself. Maybe he should casually ask if Zoro wants to stick around after breakfast; the man might have a mouth on him but at least he knows how to use it where it counts.

Speaking of — Zoro settles onto a stool across the kitchen island and accepts the cup of coffee that Sanji passes him. He takes a sip and sighs, eyes going half-lidded; Sanji finds his gaze caught before the pan sizzling behind him catches his attention. He turns, reaching absently for his own coffee, then pauses with his fingers on the handle.

“I’m sorry,” he says, turning back. “I didn’t ask how you take it — I can remake the cup if you want, you don’t have to drink that.”

Zoro takes another sip. “Dark roast, more cream than sugar?” he asks, and Sanji nods.

Zoro smiles, something small and half-rueful. “It’s perfect.”

Sanji can feel his own smile broaden in response; he can’t seem to stop smiling this morning, but there isn’t any reason for him to stop, is there? He takes a sip of his own coffee — black, with notes of cherry and caramel — and reaches for a mixing bowl.

He’s about to pour the eggs into the pan when his phone vibrates with an incoming call, and a glance at the screen doesn’t reveal a number he recognizes. Mnemosyne Clinic? Probably a wrong number, or a spam call. He lets it go to voicemail and the eggs sizzle in the pan.

He’s in the middle of folding the omelet when his phone vibrates again. “Are you going to get that?” Zoro asks.

Sanji plates the omelet and hands it to Zoro. “Fine,” he says, picking up on the last ring. “This is Sanji.”

“Mr. Vinsmoke?” a crisp voice says on the other end.

This is already not going well. “Technically,” Sanji says, ready to hang up.

“This is Alison at the Mnemosyne Clinic, calling for your six-month check-in.”

Sanji frowns. “I think you have the wrong number,” he says.

“Collateral memory loss is not uncommon with the anamnesis procedure,” Alison says smoothly. “You didn’t remember me at two months, either.”

Sanji stills. “Anamnesis?”

Across the kitchen island, a fork clatters to the counter.

“Selective memory erasure,” Alison confirms. “I just have a few questions —”

“What did I erase?” Sanji demands, searching for gaps in his memory. His sister, his brothers, even his father — nothing there seems incomplete, awful as it is.

“It’s against our policy to reveal details of the procedure to the patient —” Alison starts.

“What,” Sanji says through gritted teeth. “Did I. Erase.” Across the island, Zoro has his head bowed, hands pressed flat against the counter. Sanji probably shouldn’t have a medical conversation in front of a near-stranger —

Alison sighs, and her voice loses some of the professional polish. “You weren’t this difficult at two months.”

“Tell me,” Sanji says flatly. “Or I’ll be at your clinic door in half an hour, and I won’t knock.”

Zoro lifts his head, and there’s something in his eyes that catches the breath in Sanji’s lungs.

“All right. I suppose this is as good a check-in as any.” Alison clears her throat. “Does the name Roronoa Zoro mean anything to you?”

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hiii! could i request a charles fluff where he and y/n kinda have like some tradition that they do together or something. and its just special to them? like going traveling or even something ordinary like cleaning the house? sorry i'm a total sucker for these lmao

again late, so late, sorry! but i am trying to catch up w these olddd reqs hahshdhs. shoutout again to mack who live messaged me ab a grocery trip and inspired much of this ily. title from this

things lovers do – cl16

“And we’re out of limes, I think.” You say, humming as you review the contents of your fridge.

“Do we even use them that much?” Charles asks from the dinner table. He stares at the list, where he’s written the word limes. He holds a pen to the left of it, prepares to draw it across the word, but your own words of protest stop him. What—of course we use limes, you say.

“I don’t recall us making guacamole, is all.”

You shut the fridge, laughing and walking over to where he sits, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Together, you peruse the crumpled list, of words written and erased in Charles’ messy penmanship. There’s romaine, lemon, pasta, ciabatta. Assorted gum, because Charles likes to chew it while working. Coffee beans, because a day without them renders you half-deceased. 

This is a weekly thing—reviews of the grocery list, on the dinner table with two glasses of wine. Anyone can love, but not everyone can sit and be patient and browse every last item of the fridge and pantry to determine what needs to be added. And through the list you’re provided with a window for the week: Monday night dinner with pasta, Wednesday breakfast with ciabatta, a romaine salad for Thursday brunch.

If you told your six-year-old self that your best memories with your boyfriend would be formulating grocery lists, she would pout in your face. Boyfriend? She’d ask petulantly. Don’t we get to marry a prince, with a horse and a castle? No, you’d say. We get to have a prince, yes, but he has a car and a house in Monaco. Is that good enough? If it isn’t, he makes a mean set of pancakes.

Do we get to dance with him at a ball? It’s still a no, you’d tell her. The dancing happens in the kitchen, lit only by the yellow of the stovetop range while you play Harvest Moon and sway softly to the guitar. It happens by the fridge, when a Bee Gees song comes on and Charles can’t resist holding you by the waist and lifting you up to join his dancing. It happens while you wait for toast in the morning, when both the bread and the weather are in the middle of cool and warm, to Al Green on the radio. 

This love of grocery lists and airplane rides sure doesn’t live up to your six-year-old self’s fairytale standards, or your sixteen-year-old’s hopes of marrying Harry Styles. You think, however, that it far surpasses anything you could ever have wanted. 

His voice draws you out of your reverie. “You okay? You’re a bit quiet.”

“Just thinking,” you reassure, pressing a kiss to his hair and smiling. “Of things.” Of us, of toast and tea, of romance and loving you and making lists and loving you and God, loving you. “Lots of things.”

“…Is this because I added too much junk food?”

“No, God,” you say, fond. “It’s nothing.”

“I love you,” he says back. And if you ever doubted it, there would always be limes, written without erasure on this crumpled list on the dinner table.

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The Book of Lies: A Good Omens Theory

One of the thoughts I’ve had since watching and re-watching Good Omens Season 2 were all the references to the Book of Life. In the very first episode, Michael threatens that anyone involved with Gabriel’s disappearance will suffer extreme sanctions, aka the Book of Life.

Daniel 12:1: At that time Michael, the great prince who protects your people, will arise. There will be a time of distress such as has not happened from the beginning of nations until then. But at that time your people—everyone whose name is found written in the book—will be delivered.

Later that episode, we see Crowley and Beelzebub discuss the extreme sanctions:

BEELZEBUB: According to what I’m hearing, on a grapevine that obviously doesn’t exist, upstairs is seriously troubled by Gabriel’s disappearance. I’m hearing that anybody they find involved in this affair will be dealt with.

CROWLEY: How?

BEELZEBUB: Extreme Sanctions

CROWLEY: That isn’t actually a thing. That’s just something we used to joke about to frighten the cherubs.

BEELZEBUB: No, it exists! Extreme sanctions. Anyone found involved in Gabriel’s disappearance will be erased from the Book of Life. They won’t just be gone, they will never have existed.

This of course is the thing that pushes Crowley to help Aziraphale with Gabriel, to protect him from being caught helping.

Despite being a fairly serious threat, it isn’t brought up until episode six, again by Michael.

MICHAEL I am authorized to remove the name of anyone who helped Gabriel from the Book of Life. You will never have existed, Aziraphale. I am the Supreme Archangel.

URIEL: Duty officer.

MICHAEL: And I-

METATRON: Excuse me, I’m sorry. I must interrupt you there. Um... Oh, and I’ve brought over a coffee.

MICHAEL (not recognizing him): I don’t believe I asked for any interruptions.

METATRON: I couldn’t help it. You’re talking utter balderdash. I mean, complete piffle. You don’t have the authority to do anything like that.

So... that’s it? This Chekov’s gun, this ability of Michael’s (and Heaven) to remove anyone from existing past or present is just a bunch of bullshit? Was it all just a contrived and poorly-written plot device to get Crowley to quickly make up with and help Aziraphale in the first episode and then this scene in episode six is the clumsy way of resolving the loose thread?

It is possible, but I’d like to operate under the assumption that there is a different story happening here than the one initially presented to us. I could very well be wrong. But this is just a theory.

So I’m going to make a couple of possible conclusions based on what is presented two us in these two scenes.

The Book of Life can erase people from existence but Michael doesn’t have the authority to do so, and was bullshitting the entire time.

The Book of Life can’t erase people from existence and Michael knows that and was bullshitting OR doesn’t know that (and was probably still bullshitting).

I don’t think that the first conclusion is true, either, and simply because if Heaven did have the ability to erase anyone from existence or modify reality on such a grand scale, why have they never done it before? You could argue maybe they have and nobody knows because of the whole existence-erasure. But I would argue that even if that were the case, why would they use it in some secret, unknown situations and not in the situations we see play out on screen where erasing certain people from existence would actually be useful?

Take season one, for example. The whole triumphant ending of the last episode was that Crowley and Aziraphale tricked Heaven and Hell by swapping bodies so they could avoid execution. Why, if hiding an Archangel is sufficient for extreme sanctions like being un-written, is stopping the apocalypse not? Do we really think if Gabriel “shut your stupid mouth and die already” the Supreme Archangel had the ability to erase Aziraphale and Crowley from existence, he wouldn’t do it? If anyone in Heaven had the power to erase Aziraphale and Crowley from existence, they would have done it already.

One could argue maybe also Gabriel/the Supreme Archangel doesn’t have the authority, but then who does? The Metatron? Then why didn’t he let Michael erase Aziraphale from existence (or do it himself) instead of manipulating a loose canon like Aziraphale to come back to Heaven? If the whole point of splitting Crowley and Aziraphale up is to stop them from averting the Second Coming, again, why not just delete them if Heaven has the power to do that?

And going back to The Beginning, if Heaven really could erase any being from existence, even demons, why did they not just do that instead of having them all fall down? Why not just erase Gabriel when he nah’d the apocalypse instead of wiping his memories and demoting him, if Heaven didn’t want him to become an indication of an institutional issue? That would have prevented him from being a problem and retroactively undone his nah.

So, in conclusion: I believe the Book of Life can’t erase people from existence and someone was telling a lie before that piece of information trickled down to Crowley.

But it does raise the question, what does the Book of Life do?

Some might argue that the rules of world-building in Good Omens doesn’t have to follow scripture exactly, except they really like to.

According to the Virtual Jewish Library:

BOOK OF LIFE, or perhaps more correctly BOOK OF THE LIVING (Heb. סֵפֶר חַיִּים, Sefer Ḥayyim), a heavenly book in which the names of the righteous are inscribed. The expression "Book of Life" appears only once in the Bible, in Psalms 69: 29 (28), "Let them be blotted out of the book of the living; let them not be enrolled among the righteous," but a close parallel is found in Isaiah 4:3, which speaks of a list of those destined (literally "written") for life in Jerusalem. The erasure of a sinner's name from such a register is equivalent to death (cf. Ps. 69: 29, and the plea of Moses, Ex. 32:32–33).

In the Mishnah (Avot 3:17), R. Akiva speaks in detailed terms of the heavenly ledger in which all man's actions are written down until the inevitable day of reckoning comes. On the basis of the above-mentioned reference to the Book of Life in Psalms, however, or, according to another amora, of the plea of Moses, the Talmud states "three books are opened in heaven on Rosh Ha-Shanah, one for the thoroughly wicked, one for the thoroughly righteous, and one for the intermediate. The thoroughly righteous are forthwith inscribed in the Book of Life, the thoroughly wicked in the Book of Death, while the fate of the intermediate is suspended until the Day of Atonement" (RH 16b).

So getting erased from the Book of Life doesn’t mean you won’t exist anymore. It just means that you aren’t on God’s nice list anymore. The Book of Life is for those who are good and righteous, Book of Death is for those who are evil and wicked, and the people who aren’t wholly either exist in some kind of intermediate limbo waiting for future judgement. It’s the exact same structure that we see for the construction of Heaven vs Hell vs Earth.

Remember how we were talking about the Second Coming being the big set-up for the next season? Well, fun fact, the Book of Life also makes an appearance in Revelations from the Christian New Testament:

Revelations 20:12: And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.

Revelations 20:15: And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.

So if being erased from the Book of Life means being cast out of Heaven into a lake of fire, aka Falling, why do Beelzebub and Crowley care? They did that already. Crowley wasn’t that bothered by the concept of extreme sanctions until Beelzebub brought up the Book of Life. It means something to them. Maybe because they know what it really does?

Now admittedly I’m not 100% sure that this works with Beelzebub because they seemed pretty convinced that Michael was telling the truth in their conversation with Crowley. But that entire conversation was hiding a lot, because we learn later on that Beelzebub was after Gabriel the entire time to protect him.Their desperation wasn’t selfish self-preservation, but saving the one they loved.

Gabriel was told that he would remain an angel, but his memories of his time as Gabriel would be erased. As if after his memories were erased, he would no longer be Gabriel, just a 38th-class angel. Then, when he put his memories in the fly, Heaven couldn’t find them anywhere or find Gabriel at all. All Gabriel had done was store his memories in something from Beelzebub (something from Hell, from The Book of Death) and take an elevator to Earth, but to Heaven he basically disappeared. When Beelzebub described what happened to Gabriel, they said that he vanished. There seems to be a strong connection with Gabriel’s amnesia and his absence from Heaven, for Heaven to not know where he was once he forgot who he was. Remember, they only “found” him because of Crowley and Aziraphale’s miracle drawing their attention. And they only actually found him after Crowley realized where Gabriel stored his memories and Beelzebub returned them.

The Book of Life is more than just a list of names of people, it’s a record of their works. This sort of stems from the Mesopotamian belief that the gods kept records of mankind’s actions and destiny. In Good Omens Season 2, there’s a lot of emphasis on people’s memories. Gabriel’s missing ones are the focus of most of the plot, but we get important flashbacks woven in with the story in present day, Crowley and Aziraphale even make references to their past events in the current day.

A lot of people have also pointed out how Crowley seems to be suffering from his own subtle amnesia. He doesn’t seem to recognize Aziraphale in Eden when we saw them meet before the Big Bang. He doesn’t remember Saraquel but she remembers him and their nebula work. He knows he helped create the stars but not that he was responsible for Banging Out the Big Bang and Letting There Be Light. Later on, he doesn’t remember the specifics of the gravitational rules he helped write and was once geeking out over. He remembers fighting the war, but he doesn’t remember doing it alongside Furfur. In short, I think it’s very possible when angels fall, they forget things. Maybe not everything, but certain details. They forgot their good works. Crowley didn’t remember what he did very clearly, except for the thoughts and feelings that led to his fall. (I admittedly have no explanation for how this can be true and how Crowley can ‘remember’ Heaven’s password but so many other things seem to match up. Maybe Heaven’s passwords just suck).

Once Gabriel lost (hid) his memories, he seemed to disappear from existence to Heaven and Hell (something further perpetuated by Crowley and Aziraphale’s joint miracle). Even Crowley and Aziraphale hiding Gabriel altered the memories of other characters, like Uriel and Michael, who could barely remember even meeting Jim once they got back to Heaven. Forgetting and erasing/hiding seem to be parallels to one another, if not basically the same thing.

So to go back to my previous question: What does the Book of Life do? It’s a record Heaven keeps of “good” people and the “good” works they did. Erasing them completely from the Book of Life may not erase who they are and what they did, but it would erase the record and more importantly their memories of who they are and what they did (at least for Angels and Demons). It wouldn’t retroactively re-write the universe, but it would take away someone’s sense of identity and their existence. And if that person were an Angel, they would probably also Fall.

Which, to me, sounds like a pretty good reason for both Beelzebub and Crowley to be worried for their respective angels, right? They may know that Heaven isn’t threatening to literally un-write them from existence, but that their angel is in danger of suffering some kind of cruel and terrible fate where they forget fundamental aspects of who they are (maybe even the person they love?). Which is a different way of erasing someone than what Michael was threatening, but still fairly awful. Crowley, after learning about the Book of Life being involved, only cared about Aziraphale, which admittedly doesn’t mean much since he usually does that. But also, Michael only threatened to erase Aziraphale for his role in everything, not Crowley.

Maybe that’s because Crowley has already been erased?

It’s interesting how the show refuses to tell us anything about who the demons were before they fell. Particularly Crowley, who’s angelic name purposefully is a large hanging question mark. It could be because Gaiman doesn’t want to commit to a certain angel for Crowley to have been, or it’s intentionally vague because the whole point of Crowley’s character is that he isn’t an angel anymore. But it’s also interesting to think the reason why it hasn’t been said is because it can’t be said. From a metaphorical standpoint, Crowley’s name from when he was an Angel has already been blotted out.

Who whole idea of “existing” with Angels and Demons reminds me of this weird response Neil Gaiman gave one time:

The angel Lucifer doesn’t exist anymore. Now there’s just Satan, the Adversary. Like whatever made Lucifer an angel was erased, and Satan is what remains.

It doesn’t fit everything perfectly and there are still a lot of pieces of the plot regarding the Book of Life that I still don’t entirely understand. But I feel like I’m onto something with the themes that memory is linked to identity/existence and how that is linked to Falling, and that the ability of the Book of Life as it is explained to us by Michael (and Beelzebub) in the show is misleading in some way.

Anyway, this is just a theory I came up with while reading some other theories about season 2, and it’s all in good fun so please don’t take it too seriously.

[anamoon63]

URL Song Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @matchalovertrait! 🤗💗 Sorry it took me so long to answer! Sorry as well for picking such oldies but they're the ones you can find in my playlists, and also what I know the most. 😋

A - A Little Respect by Erasure N - Notorious by Duran Duran A - A Matter of Trust by Billy Joel

M - Manic Monday by The Bangles O - Our House by Madness O - Overkill by Men at Work N - Nothing's Gonna Stop us Now - Starship

6 - Six Days (Remix) by DJ Shadow 3 - 3 by Britney Spears.

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[bookworm-center]

kaz brekker for the character ask game?

Ahh sorry it took so long, but I gotchu!

Why I like them: Kaz is such an interesting character; I think he's really well written.

Why I don't: His ruthlessness sort of scares me, but it makes him rather interesting.

Favorite Episode: Hm... I'm gonna say the first episode, "A Searing Burst of Light's just because I actually love his entrance sooo much!

Favorite Line: probably the iconic "I would come for you" quote, but if I had to pick a not-so-popular quote, then "Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste."

Favorite Outfit: I mean, he mostly wears the same outfit, but I love the vibes of the s1 outfit; especially with that coat.

OTP: Kanej all the way!

Brotp: Kaz and Jesper!

Headcannon: In the Silver Six, Kaz puts geraniums on some of the tables. It's not particularly noticeable with all the chaos, but it's there.

Unpopular Opinion: As much as I love Kaz, he was definitely in the wrong with how he treated Jesper most of the time (is this an unpopular opinion?)

A Wish: I wish that there was a spin-off to see the Crows pulling off the Ice Court Heist

An Oh-God-Please-Don't-Ever-Happen: Kaz Brekker Trauma Erasure! Please no! It's happened to Inej (most of the Crows to be honest), not Kaz too.

5 Words to Best Describe Them: ruthless, determined, calculating, traumatized, masterminded

My Nickname For Them: Kazzle Dazzle, Simp (for Inej of course)

[katenepveu]

Feel free to take issue with my choices, of course! And sorry for the Bluff City and Fall of Magic erasure, but I couldn't not do "the weak point of a mech," and then it seemed only fair to put the other Road in.

(I did, however, try to make this spoiler free, FYI.)

[hevanderson]

i have been SLACKING on my glee writing as of late and all of our glestern fics have . not been written BUT trust that more glestern is coming! but i was tagged by @kurtsascot for six sentence sunday and ive missed participating so.. have an oc fic in its entirety! it is completely separated from glee and isn't even canon for the oc story but. i want to share. cw for verbal(/emotional?) abuse

“Damon,” Arnold greeted, looking up from his desk, “thank you for coming. It must have been hard to find time in your very busy schedule to come here. Who's there to babysit now?” He laughed hollowly.

“Your… child,” Damon answered, stepping further into the room. Two West Corporation guards, dressed identically to the ones stationed at the prison, were flanked on either side of him. Despite not being handcuffed, like most people would be by now, Damon's hands were interlaced in front of his torso. “You should know that. They're well on their way to becoming a suitable heir. You should be proud of them.”

“Eh, maybe I should, but I'm not right now– not unless you figured out a way to fix how often he cries.” Another laugh.

“No, sir, I haven't,” Damon replied honestly, his gaze dropping to the ground. “It's been worse for them. It will be corrected, though. If I was able to be fixed, they are, too.”

“Whether you're actually fixed or not is debatable, Damon; I see how riled up you got around those bratty prisoners that gave you Hell for a while.” His smile grew, finally making his dull eyes crinkle a tiny bit. Damon merely looked at the ground in response, lips pressed together tightly and ears burning hot.

Arnold standing from his desk made Damon's head snap back up. He straightened his shoulders as he watched the old man stroll around his desk. He could barely hear the click of his dress shoes over the sound of his own heart beating. Arnold’s office, with its high, blank walls wasn't a place he ever liked to be, no matter how much he told himself that he liked its owner.

“Okay, that's enough chit-chat,” Arnold continued, slowly making his way to the front of the desk. Once he was there, he tilted his head and crossed his arms over his suit jacket. “Do you know why you’re here, Damon?”

Damon blinked. He didn't know. “Because you called me, sir?” he asked.

Arnold laughed again, shaking his head. “No, no– but that's almost a good guess,” he said. “No, you're here for a, ah… well, an upgrade.”

Damon blinked again. His eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand,” he apologized. “What do you mean by ‘upgrade’? Our robots at the prison function fine, as do our weapons, and you reinforced our locks a few months ago.”

“I didn't say the prison needed an upgrade, Damon, I said you did,” Arnold corrected. A grin split across his face as he soaked in the growing confusion on Damon's face. “You of all people should know about it. You must!”

Damon opened his mouth, but all words died in his throat. He settled on shaking his head. He blinked a few more times, hoping that would clear things up, to no avail. “I'm afraid not, sir,” he murmured.

Arnold tsked. He, too, shook his head. “Have you not been paying attention to our meetings, Damon? I expected better of you, really, I did.” Damon hung his head again; like before, he raised it once Arnold began walking forward.

“I suppose I'll explain, since you must've forgotten the last time I did.” Arnold smiled. “I'll keep it real simple for you, okay? You should be able to keep up then.

“We've been, as I'm sure you've noticed, been pulling prisoners from the West Corporation Prison– you have noticed, right?”

Dumbly, Damon nodded.

“There's hope for you yet, eh?” Arnold laughed. “Anyway, what we've been doing with the less serious offenses, like petty thieves and vandals, is make them brand new. We're gonna do the same for you.”

“Do you mean the memory erasure we did for Mr. Skaduw?” Damon asked, heart rate picking speed up again. “If so, I would like to discuss this further and why I, specifically, have been chosen for this when we could be curing criminals with it.”

“Oh– oh, goodness, no!” Arnold denied, laughing once more. He waved one hand, dismissing Damon's words as if they were pesky little bugs. Damon relaxed slightly, but his shoulders were still tense. “This isn't old technology like that, Damon. It's brand new. Those prisoners I mentioned were test subjects, really, but you're gonna start the real thing. Every guard and worker here has undergone it, but you'll be introducing it to the rest of the world. I mean, you're definitely old enough to; after we hit this generation of adults here, it'll become a mandatory procedure at 25. Oh, imagine how much better things would be if this happened to you then, Damon!”

Damon just stared as Arnold rambled on and on, his bewilderment increasing with each sentence. When Arnold’s wrinkled, long hands grasped onto his shoulders, shaking his frail body lightly, he couldn't contain his confusion any longer. He leaned as far away from him as he could, then asked, “What is this procedure exactly, sir? You've neglected to explain that so far.”

“Oh! Right you are. If my head wasn't screwed on, I'd have to get a guard to find it for me, huh?” He cackled emptily, removing his hands from Damon's arms; Damon had half the mind to rub over where he was being held, but he kept his hands firmly in place.

“This procedure,” Arnold explained, “will really turn you into a new person. We have some excellent people here who do things you couldn't dream of understanding that have found a way for us to completely control another person. These prisoners here– my wife is up in another room here, making sure they're operating properly through some chips and technological mumbo-jumbo as we speak. And those prisoners are functionally human cameras at the border. Isn't it wonderful!?”

Damon had to look away to try to comprehend even a fraction of this. Complete control of another person? Chips? Human cameras? His hands shifted, wringing unconsciously. “I'm– I'm sorry, sir– you're planning on brainwashing me?”

“C'mon, Damon, don't act like it's such an unreasonable thing. I mean, we've been erasing memories for years now. Besides, is it that much different than what your dad did to you?”

Damon looked at Arnold again with wide eyes. Something ugly and cold twisted in his stomach.

Arnold ignored the uncharacteristically shocked expression on Damon's face and continued explaining. “You don't have to go through this operation, you know. There's another option, but, I have to say, I'm really hoping you'll just go with what I want. But, in the name of fairness, I'll propose the other option.

“If you think that this procedure is too deranged – which, frankly, I don't think you have much room to speak on,” Arnold cackled again, “you can opt out. But I guess I should warn you, that will kill you. Whatever parts can be salvaged from your execution will just be used for helping our West Corporation robots look more human– aren't those clunky, metal designs so creepy?”

Damon gaped. His chest rose and fell frantically. His mortality wasn't something he never thought about, but actually thinking about dying wasn't something he did since he was 17– and that was 13 years ago. And yet, here he was, forced to think about dying before his boss and being broken down for parts like an appliance that's too broken to be salvaged.

“So?” Arnold prompted. His classic, empty grin was plastered onto his face again when Damon finally met his eyes. “Which will it be? Will you comply or will we have to take you apart?”

“Sir…,” Damon began, unsure where to go next. His head was spinning. When he left the prison to come here, this announcement wasn't what he expected at all. It was too much to take in. Still, he knew he needed to make a decision. He closed his eyes. “I– This is very sudden. May I have a day to think about it, sir?”

A moment passed with no response. Cautiously, Damon opened his eyes. Arnold's face had suddenly hardened, light brown eyes intense as he stared at him. Immediately, Damon's throat went dry. He'd seen many, many angry expressions over the years, but this was different, and the difference lay in Arnold's wrinkles. He was older than any ill-tempered prisoner, and a lot closer to him, too. His scowl was a mimic of Father's. Damon's stomach did flips.

“No,” Arnold replied coldly. “I thought you were better than this. I thought you were actually smart, Damon. I see that I was wrong. If you can't make a decision like this, I don't know how I managed to rely on you for so long. How the hell were you in charge of a prison?”

Damon's pounding heart sank to the floor, and all of the color in his already pale face went with it. The sickness grew. His rigidly straight body shook. He couldn't talk. He could hardly breathe.

“Do you think you can muster up enough brain cells to give me an answer?” Arnold demanded, taking a step forward. Damon's eyes flickered to the old man's hands, which were clenched in tight fists. The way his heart stopped beating entirely gave Damon his answer.

“I'll go through with the procedure, si– sir,” he managed to stutter out. He felt stupid, tripping over his words like a child, but he couldn't help it. Seeing someone like Arnold so angry, ready to hurt him not only with words but with fists, made him lose any sensibilities he had. If he could see himself, he'd be disgusted.

Instantly, Arnold’s demeanor changed. His body relaxed and the paternal anger on his face melted off, replaced by his casual stance and unfeeling smile. He clapped his hands in front of him, making Damon jump. “That’s just what I'd hoped you'd say!” he exclaimed. “Well, that's that, then, isn't it? Thanks for agreeing, Damon. Your compliance is appreciated. Remember– this will make the world so much better. Now we have a better way of dealing with criminals. And it all started with you. Isn't that just marvelous?”

Damon swallowed thickly. He couldn't speak. He just nodded in a movement so subtle it was barely there.

“Well, it's been a pleasure knowing you, Damon, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to what's to come,” Arnold said, waving and laughing as the guards that entered with Damon looped their arms around his own. They moved forward, dragging the still shaking Damon backwards. Damon's expression was unreadable as he was pulled out of the room, equal parts relieved and confused, with tears welling up in his yellow eyes for the first time in a long, long time.

As the door closed, Arnold returned to his chair, plopping himself down carelessly. Oh, yes, he thought, adjusting himself, I'll enjoy his transformation the most.

[bobbys-not-that-small]

LW&Co Series Commentary - Ep 2: "Let Go Of Me"

Here's the rewatch commentary that no one asked for! Take a shot every time I say "erasure". Context: my 2nd time watching the show, but first time post reading the books

Part: one, two, three, four & five, six, seven, eight

They're nailing it with these intros - the water scene?!

"No one died. And no one will when I'm in charge" ROBIN ERASURE

Aw, I liked the book storyline of Lucy forgetting about Annabel's source and thinking she was a pile of laundry. It's not quite the same this way.

Lucy acknowledges it later but it's definitely not a coincidence that Annabel looks like Norrie. Tbh everytime I saw Annabel in a different form she looked like a different person, or was it just me? (I know the ghost was meant to be a bit creepy and dead which I liked how they did)

TOY MOBILE ERASURE!!!

Do we think Lockwood sleeps in socks or do we think he stopped to put them on?

Ohhhh! I love the blocking of George physically moving over to Lucy's side when he sides with her in the kitchen

*When Lockwood answers the phone* *Will Smith voice* "Don't put that thing up to your head!!" (sorry niche MIB reference)

Bobby's NOT THAT TALL though I love how his trousers are a bit too short

George and Lucy bonding over pizza <3

ASSET

I love how they cut close to Lockwood and Lucy whenever they're having their mini arguments so you forget that George is literally still in the room the whole time

He's even there when Lucy get's possessed lol

Yanno, I think I need a rapier practise room for cooling off (sidenote: LOVE that George was the one who came up with it! not just a book nerd but a tinkerer too!)

"you're more of a liability than an asset" I LOVE THEM

Not George getting accosted with his literal milk and cookies 😭😭😭

[stuckboards]

Hello! I was wondering if I could get a shufflemancy for Wilbur Soot about my relationship with my son, Fundy, or Quackity? Thanks in advance! :]

✰ SHUFFLEMANCY for WILBUR SOOT

SONG :: DEAD TO ME - MELANIE MARTINEZ

(My interpretation is under the cut!)

I need to kill you That's the only way to get you out of my head Oh, I need to kill you To silence all the sweet little things you said I really want to kill you Wipe you off the face of my earth And bury your bracelet, bury your bracelet Six feet under the dirt Rainy days and black umbrellas Who's gonna save you now? Can you cheat from underground?

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My condolences I'll shed a tear with your family I'll open a bottle up Pour a little bit out in your memory I'll be at the wake dressed in all black I'll call out your name, but you won't call back I'll hand a flower to your mother when I say goodbye

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'Cause, baby, you're dead to me (I'll mourn you when you go) Baby, you're dead to me (I'll mourn you when you go)

You and Quackity may have actually had a positive relationship in the past. There were good times, even if your relationship went downhill, and part of you wants to forgive him. One way or another, you felt betrayed by him, enough to the point where you felt violence towards him was the only way to move forward. Despite this aggression, you still found it hard to forget the good times.

Perhaps you are mourning your relationship with him, even if parts of it were rocky. Through all the violence and anger, you feel sorry about how things have turned out, and perhaps regret the way things turned out. While he may be dead to you romantically, you still felt a sense of guilt and regret regarding his erasure from your life, even if you never admitted it to him directly.

[aro-absol]

Hi, saw you reblog a non-SAM aro ask game! Here's a few I'd like to hear about from you, if you're comfortable! :)

Would you be able to classify yourself as closer to / fitting in better with aroace or aroallo people? Or not?

What is a sign from your childhood that you were non-SAM aromantic?

What would you tell your younger self, in relation to your aromanticism?

Is there a song that gives you non-SAM aromantic vibes?

Thanks for the ask!

2. Would you be able to classify yourself as closer to / fitting in better with aroace or aroallo people? Or not?

I think my experiences align a lot more with the aroaces than with the aroallos. I don't really know if I feel sexual attraction or not. So technically, I could just slap a quoisexual label on and call myself aroace. But the thing is, I don't care about my sexuality at all and the ace label doesn't sit with me right.

Because what connects me to the aroallo community is the focus I put on my aromanticism. It seems to be a common thing in the aroace community to deem your ace identity more important than your aro identity. Which, on individual level, is totally fine; of course you can make that decision for yourself. However, that is often assumed to be a general aroace experience to the point that even allos who barely know anything about aroace people think it's true (see the treatment of every fictional aroace character ever). With this kind aromantic erasure, I feel not very comfortable in aroace spaces online. There is no sense of belonging like there is with the aro community.

It might just be a stepping stone for me, but right now it feels best to not sort myself in the asexual - allosexual binary.

12. What is a sign from your childhood that you were non-SAM aromantic?

There aren't that many, to be honest. I was painfully oblivious to the fact that allos actually have crushes in their teenage years, so I didn't really notice I was not within the norm. When I was little (like six or so), I never really imagined being partnered in the future. But apparently, other kids that age think about who'll they marry someday. I never ever did. But that's all I can think of right now.

16. What would you tell your younger self, in relation to your aromanticism?

That it exists. I would grab myself by the shoulders and shake while telling myself that everyone my age has crushes and I don't. And that that is called being aromantic and that I'm allowed to call myself that.

18. Is there a song that gives you non-SAM aromantic vibes?

I have a collection of songs that, to me, are about love from an aromantic point of view. While some of the songs are from an aroallo perspective, many don't mention sexuality at all so they fit in with non-SAM aromanticism very well.

Some favorites would be "Sorry" by Halsey, "Never been in love" by Will Jay and "Zero feelings" by Zoe Clark.

I posted my full playlist here.