#strife and hate on the planet earth

[pilferingapples]

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[thefloatingstone]

Is your laptop back from The War?

no

[valodia]

I have the shit tier of flstudio that doesnt let me import anything other than midi in it. Damn i wanted to import the synthv vocals and use fucking. Equo filter on them. But wait, i do have a useless (?) synthv plugin in it. Could i actually counter it by opening the song in the plugin and set the filter on the same channel. Oh it does work huh. Haha funny little synthv within flstudio. Usually malfunction occurs if both softwares are open at once. This will definitely crash my computer. Oh so not only this doesnt crash my computer but it works perfectly as intended wtf

[lokh]

its finally happened. all because i kept thinking 'bet they would quadrant vacillate'

theyre all a bit younger than canon (the hashira maybe around 16 or equivalent). kind of an alpha kids situation with muzan attempting to take over earth, where muzan is a mutant troll who can use his powers (maybe his blood???) to mutate and control others. muzan came from a null session and in search of the ultimate reward goes around stealing players (ie making demons). his search for a winning session brings him to earth

BUT WHO CARES ABOUT THAT. have black-red vacillating human-troll renkaza

detailed description and notes under the cut

notes and descriptions in first image:

akazas fetch modus is compass: have to face certain direction to fetch. at most basic thats probably four items, but it could go up to 360 for every degree (which he can definitely do) but imagine going smaller....

kyojuros fetch modus is charades: have to act out captchalogued item. if hes not clear enough then he'll fetch the wrong item. i just thought it was a fun nod to his liking plays LMAO

my attempt at their sprites lol. kyojuro bringing that camp counsellor vibe

naturally their strife specibi are fistkind and bladekind

sketch of hakuji as a candy blood troll before becoming akaza

kyojuro as knight of hope. never god tiers in the main timeline =) his planet is land of fate and blaze

akaza as maid of doom. hates the outfit and refuses to wear it. his planet is land of snow and fireworks. as hakuji definitely fits 'bard of life' more (the inverse)

small doodle of kyojuro and akaza sleeping. kyojuro is a prospit dreamer and akaza is a derse dreamer. i feel some argument can be made for prospit dreamer akaza but i like the contrast here lmao

kyojuro and hakuji as ghosts meeting in a dream bubble. i imagine they would be somewhat apprehensive about meeting each other

with akaza being a maid of doom, i imagined muzan might also be a doom player, which would make kagaya a life player! to be opposites =3c

muzan killed and turned hakuji in such a way that he became god tier. so when akaza blows himself up it counts as just and he dies for real

[bagopucks]

M. Marner - Light My Love

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Mitch Marner x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): none!

It felt like such a Mitch song, and I wanted to do something real tiny before going on to new requests!

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Can you light my love?

Flames glowing bright as the sun

Deeper than oceans you run

Watch as our world has begun

I was an art major, but my art never had feeling behind it. It was my passion, but somewhere along the line, I forgot passion in the midst of work. In the midst of going through the motions. I lost my motive and love for the things I made. My works had beauty, but they had no fire. They had no feeling.

Until I met Mitch.

My classmates often said the things they loved were their muses. Pets, music, books and movies, family or friends. Lovers.

Mitch was my friend, but he was too vast. Looking at him was overwhelming. Mitch was his own work of art. Made up of the elements. The ocean in his eyes and the earth in his hair. The wind that followed his stride on skates, and the fire that represented itself in the heat radiating off his skin any time of day.

He was vast, made up of cuts from all types of fabrics, his mind ran deeper than one could possibly imagine. His pain, shortcomings, and strife made him the man he was. Likewise, his accomplishments, past, and those who loved him. Every moment in his life shaped him. Mitch was like a ten page essay. Just when you got the motivation to start, you’d look at the ten empty pages and feel too overwhelmed to continue.

That’s how it felt when I pulled out a blank canvas and decided to use Mitch as my muse. It was blank, and I didn’t know where to begin. Or how to paint him. There was too much of him to cover, and I felt I’d never have enough paint to do it all.

When I met Mitch, I wanted to know him completely. From head to toe. From mind to heart. He became my next project.

Your mind is a stream of colors

Extending beyond our sky

A land of infinite wonders

A billion lightyears from here now

The days spent in cafe’s, dinky diners, and the living area of my apartment, were ones I looked forward to. I found myself asking Mitch about himself nonstop, and most questions he asked about me were pushed aside with quick or rushed answers.

I found that he was such a creative and lighthearted person. Full of childish wonder and boyish charm. He’d play nonstop if the world let him. Which I assumed was why he chose hockey as his career. Mitch loved touring me around Toronto, showing me things to take pictures of and explaining what he found beauty in and why.

In the late evenings, we found ourselves caught up in conversations of wild theories and subjective beliefs. If he believed in aliens. Which planets he wanted to visit. Who he thought built the pyramids and which conspiracy theories he believed or laughed at. Mitch’s mind worked a mile a minute.

He liked to tell me of all of his ideas for new workout routines, little senseless inventions he thought would be beneficial to life, and of all the things he wanted to try and experience.

Whoa, light my love

Whoa, light my love

My art adopted a brighter complexion each time I spent a new day with Mitch.

There was something about him and the way he saw the world, that was awfully refreshing.

I have seen pictures of time

The frames still in motion I find

A grand revolution outlined

Hate bound by fear will unwind

Through time I fell in love with Mitch and his beautiful mind. My pictures shifted from tourist spots and landscapes, to those of him that I snuck on nights out and nights in.

I could scroll through the photos and recall memories of each moment.

A photo of him mid laugh, hands held over the sink covered in white powder while there was some on his face and in his hair. The rest of the mess on the counter. I had been trying to help him learn to cook, and we ended up in a flower fight.

I had another photo of him. An ‘aerial’ view, where his head had been in my lap, a blanket pulled over his body but his bare shoulders peeked out just enough to know he was shirtless. I took that one after Mitch had showed up on my apartment doorstep, sore and miserable after a hard game. We became so comfortable with one another that he didn’t bat an eye when I invited him into my room to watch a movie and get a back rub.

My favorite photo of Mitch, was the one that finally allowed me to see him completely and clearly as my muse. The one that helped me bundle all of Mitch in his entirety, into one photo. Into one work of art.

A still of him in my art studio, the sun illuminating his figure from the skylights above. He was sat on the linen cloth I had spread across the stained wood floors, a canvas laid out that I told him he could use while I worked. The canvas had a brown blob on it with big orange eyes, and a white bandanna. The only reason I knew what it was is because Mitch never shut up about his dog. Little old Zeus, who I had the luxury of meeting on multiple occasions when we went for walks.

I took the picture when I turned to check on him, his face all scrunched up and focused. I captured the photo just after he’d gone to itch his cheek, smearing the brown he used for Zeus across his cheekbone. He looked so relaxed, and yet so happy at the same time. Content to do nothing with me but still do something in the same room.

I decided to use Mitch as a figurative muse first. So I painted him as things he reminded me of. When he asked about what I was doing for the art final, I never told him, and he only got fussy when I wouldn’t let him in my studio to see either. I invited him to the college’s gallery presentation of the art finals when the night came. I told him I was wearing baby blue, and he was welcome to do the same.

I told my teacher, that my plan was to reveal the final piece of my project at the viewing. That my final piece would be my ‘inspiration.’

The only reason she gave me an exception was because she said she saw a real improvement and emotion in my art. That in all the four years she taught me, she was incredibly proud and excited to see what had brought back my passion and desire to continue to create.

We were both hopeful that the moment, when it came, would go well.

Your mind is a stream of colors

Extending beyond our sky

A land of infinite wonders

A billion lightyears from here now

“Mitch!” I whisper-shouted over mumbling parents and guardians, lovers and friends. The showing was hosted in the library, big enough to house all of the art, and the right setting to let people know it wasn’t supposed to be loud. Those that came in mostly spent time looking at the art of who they came for.

I was stood somewhere around the middle of the room, my various pieces set up on easels I brought from my apartment, and one toward the end of my display still covered by a sheet.

Mitch quickly walked down the few steps by the door, swift to slip though the crowd to meet me by my displays. He wrapped his arms around my hips, and my own flew over his shoulders.

Our blues didn’t entirely match, but it was closer than I expected them to be. I wore a baby blue dress with a flowing skirt that stopped just above the knees, the sleeves made of lace that hugged my wrists and a bodice that hugged my torso and hips.

“Hey, so sorry I’m a little late.” I shook my head as I pulled away. I took a moment to examine Mitch’s outfit. Black slacks and a baby blue polo. I straightened his collar. He smiled bashfully.

“Don’t worry about it, Mitchell.” I teased quietly, barely able to contain my excitement. He could tell, and it made him all the more smiley than before.

“So? Can I finally see this stuff?”

“Goodness, Mitch.. I’ve been waiting so long.” My heart rate picked up. In this moment, I was more worried about him not liking my art, than the possibility of failing my last final. I reached for his hands, took them in my own, and stepped a few paces back. I led him toward the first canvas, his eyes already looking over my shoulder at the art before I could inform him of what it was.

“That was from our first hike.” His pearly smile made me giggle as he spoke. I let go of his hands and turned to look at the first painting. I considered a hike something to be done in mountains and wooded areas, but Mitch and I had walked for a while down the coastline that day. He tried to prove to me that a ‘hike’ didn’t have to be an incline.

“How’d you do that?” He reached out to run his fingers across the grooves and divots of dried oil paint. I had never painted with textures before, but I felt it was one of the many elements I needed to properly represent Mitch and all of his layers.

My eyes examined him, as he examined my art. That same wonder I used to see when he discussed his own passions, now presented itself in his eyes as he took in my creation. I hadn’t realized I became one of his new passions over time.

I reached for Mitch’s hand again, taking it and guiding him to the next piece.

“This one might be a little harder to guess-“

“You took pictures of this one when I was over at your place.” I was astounded by his attention to detail. “It had just finished raining outside. You said you liked the yellow in the clouds.”

We made eye contact. I couldn’t have been smiling any wider, and Mitch looked oddly proud of himself for remembering such a random detail.

“What’s the last one?” He was the first to break our eye contact, nodding behind me to the canvas covered by cloth. The same linen from my studio floor.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna get a snack or drink first?” I tried, my hand subconsciously squeezing Mitch’s.

“Come on. I’ve been waiting for like- a month to see all this.” He didn’t have to beg or ask much. I gave in quite easily. I took a step back, my breath caught in my lungs as I reached with my free hand to hoist the cloth up over the canvas.

“Okay.. but- I did my best. It’s not perfect.”

My third and final oil painting. Of Mitch in the middle of my studio floor. I used the photo I took of him, but in the background I added other elements. His jersey draped over the empty easel, and a pair of paint stained skates hanging from my wood shelves. I included the pair of his favorite slippers, a can or two of Red Bull, and a rolled up yoga mat. My favorite addition though, was the tiny details of our photos together, painted so they looked to be tapped up on the wall in the background.

I clenched my jaw while Mitch looked, his brow furrowing at first. Then his head tilted. I worried he wouldn’t like it, and his initial reaction had me pulling my hand away from his own.

Then his brow smoothed, and he stepped closer, eyes squinting to catch all the tiny details. His lips turned upward. He looked at me. I offered an uncertain smile.

“What made you do this?”

Whoa, light my love

Whoa, light my love

“You..” I shrugged. “You became my muse. I needed something to bring the feeling back into everything. My art, my life.. I didn’t really expect it to be you. But it was.” I looked back at the painting. “I caught this photo of you a little while back. I added some of your favorite things in there. Figured I didn’t need to include Zeus because you already had him in your own little painting.” I teased softly in hopes of easing my own tension. Mitch laughed softly.

He stepped up by my side, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“It’s really cool.. but you’re missing something, ya know?” His question had me raising my brow as I looked up at him. He looked down at me.

“Can’t have all my favorite things without you.” My heart skipped a beat, I giggled bashfully.

“Mitch-“

“I’m serious. Nothing else matters if you’re not there too.” He turned his body to face my own, and I found myself stumbling over my own thoughts. I was supposed to be the poetic and meaningful one. And yet I couldn’t think of a single thing.

“It’s almost perfect.” He continued, and I found the courage to meet his eyes.

I decided to test him. To be certain.

“What would make it perfect?” I was hesitant. Hot all over, trying not to crash and burn.

“If you’d be mine.”

“God Mitch..” I breathed out in relief. He looked panicked for a moment, worried he’d crossed a boundary. I eased his nerves by springing forward to connect our lips. His hands raised to his sides in a concerned motion, before he relaxed and returned the kiss, his hands found my hips with ease.

One of my hands held his face, the other on his shoulder. By the time I felt satisfied, I pulled away breathlessly. Mitch’s wide eyes stared me down, smiles slow to find both of our lips.

“You came just when I needed you.”

“I like you so much.”

“I really like you too”

I really needed to pass that final, but it was the last thing on my mind.

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[isawken]

Hello I'd love for you to assign me an American state to replace my Australian one please!

it is with great pleasure that i bestow upon you my highly-biased decision to assign you the american state of...

here's some fun facts! -michigan is the only us state that has two parts, a lower peninsula (where most of the population resides) and an upper peninsula (who everyone affectionately refers to as "yoopers"). you'd think this would result in a rivalry with the state that's connected to the UP, but actually, most people fucking hate ohio, one of the states directly underneath us.

-the fun thing about the shape of michigan is if anyone ever asks you to specify the location of somewhere within the state, you can simply hold up your hand to mimic the shape of it and point. everyone does this and it's very cute and efficient every time.

-michigan is called the Wolverine State even tho it hasn't had a confirmed stable population of the creatures since French fur trappers first started killing wildlife to sell for hats and coats ~200 years ago. we do got a FUCK ton of white tail deer though, and deer hunting season is a big enough deal here that in more rural areas, the first day of hunting season can be an excused absence from school.

-if you haven't heard of the great lakes before i highly recommend reading at least the wikipedia article about them. they are the second largest group of freshwater lakes on the whole planet and contain 21% of all of earth's freshwater. so when the inevitable water wars come, we're like, so set.

-you must root for the detroit lions. everyone roots for the detroit lions. when the detroit lions lose, everyone mourns. the detroit lions suffer for our sins, and we both resent and love them for their strife.

-detroit isn't scary. people will say it's crime-ridden but they're just racist and hate homeless folks. be very defensive of detroit at all times.

-michigan's three largest indigenous tribes are the Ojibwe, the Ottowa, and the Potawatomi. michigan is chock full of native names and it rules. say em with me: Tecumseh. Mackinaw. Okemos. Kalamazoo. Ypsilanti is a fun one too but named after a greek dude so i don't count that one

-i do regret to inform you that people up here get real defensive about three very unimportant things: calling it "pop" and not "soda", the assertion that our potholes are the worst in the country, and the application of ranch dressing on pizza. i leave it up to you which side of each fence you choose to lie upon.

and here's ur complimentary badge and "_____ MENTIONED" meme

[imagine-darksiders]

How would the horsemen react to another catastrophic event headed towards earth, like a giant meteor that would definitely end all life on the planet, and their human decides that they don’t want to escape earth, but stay behind to die with everyone else, because they already cheated their way out of one apocalypse, and can’t bear to be the last human on Earth once again?

You underestimate the lengths those Horsemen would go to protect you.

You've been through a lot together. You're practically family by now, and they take care of their own.

Death did not go through all that trouble to resurrect humanity just to lose it again to a natural disaster.

They get to work on their plan - an evacuation on a planet-wide scale. It's the largest in history.

Makers are all too eager to provide their services, building enormous cities in the unpopulated ares of their realm, or assisting with cultivating other worlds that have long been abandoned.

Humans are notoriously adaptable and acclimatise themselves to new environments remarkably quickly.

Heaven holds a vote as to whether or not they should open the gates of the White City to Earthen refugees, but the vote goes in favour of keeping the gates firmly shut. However, there were a surprising number of angels who rallied behind humanity. Chief among them is Azrael, who makes the unprecedented decision to give a derelict Eden back to the humans.

Samael can see the strategic advantage of 'allying' himself with Humanity, and he offers a portion of land of the fringes of his realm for them to settle on. The Horsemen are rightly suspicious and are reluctant to even allow this, but humans need the space.

The Dead Lands are out - nothing can survive there for very long because there's so little water and no plant life will grow from the ash. Humans would starve to death before they gained any sort of foothold.

Of course, the problem arises when it turns out that a shocking number of humans simply... don't want to leave Earth? Death no longer frightens them as it once had. They've been to the other side once before, it isn't so scary the second time around.

Much to the Horsemen's distress, you're one of those stubborn, humans. Earth is your home. You'd abandoned it and its people once before and the guilt had nearly eaten you alive from the inside out.

Besides, there are more people you know who are among those who just... won't go down and leave their beloved planet.

The Horsemen offer slightly different methods of extracting you. Ideally, it would be your decision. But after you inevitably put your foot down about leaving, they start to get serious.

Death has already demonstrated the lengths he'll go to protect his siblings, even against their wills. Why do you think you'd be any different?

He gives you every chance to see reason. He gives you the illusion of choice... But as time passes on and you remain unflinching in your decision to stay, he's the first to buckle.

Death resolves to ask for your forgiveness later as he drags you by the arm through a portal into his home real, somewhere safe, somewhere he can keep proper tabs on you.

He gets an earful from you, of course.

You hate him. You'll never forgive him. Why won't he let you die with dignity? How dare he try to decide what's best for you?

But the Horseman has heard it all before from his siblings in similar situations. He does know what's best for you. You deserve a full, gentle life, whether you want it or not...

Strife is ashamed to say that he plays the guilt card pretty early. You're the best friend he had. How could you even think of leaving him? What's he supposed to do when you're gone?

It drives him to the brink of insanity when you refuse to leave Earth, even if it means certain death. Strife can't lose you.

He won't lose you.

He's too selfish. He'd rather have you hate him for the rest of your life, so long as his friend is safe.

He clutches you possessively against his chest with both arms wrapped like vices around you to keep you from wriggling free. Unlink Death, your words cut far more deeply into this Horseman, because your opinion of him is one of the few that actually matters to Strife.

But it's okay. He'll look after you. It'll be great!

You can't stay mad at him forever, can you?

... Can you?

War respects your decision to stay on a doomed Earth... but he doesn't condone it.

The Horseman is ferociously loyal. You'd been his companion in his quest to clear his name, and over time, he felt your alliance with him grow more and more potent.

You've risked your life to help him. He's risked his to protect you.

The bond is unshakable now. It burns him fiercely to deny you your right to a noble death... but it would downright kill him to watch you die and do nothing about it.

He doesn't give you nearly as much time to explain yourself as Strife or Death. Instead, War listens to your reasons for staying on Earth, he considers them for a moment, and then he asks you if you're going to change your mind.

His stomach twists into a ball when you tell him no. You won't. You're sorry.

That was your last chance to leave with him of your own free will. War simply hoists you up onto his shoulder and carries you effortlessly from your home, his jaw set and a wall coming down around his heart. He has to steel himself against your icy tongue and your cries and pleas for him to let you go.

He's an honourable Horseman. And honourable Horsemen don't let their friends get themselves killed.

Fury is the least patient of the Four Horsemen.

She's always been quick to anger, but you didn't expect her to quite literally explode on you after you informed her that you'd be staying behind on Earth.

She hurls insults at you, calls you a fool, growing more and more heated as she works herself up into a frenzy. It's all just fear, badly disguised as outrage.

"WHY BOTHER SAVING ALL OF HUMANITY IF WE AREN'T SAVING YOU, TOO!?" she bellows.

You're disgusted by that The very idea that you're the only reason she helped her brothers find humanity a new home is not only galling, it's a blatant lie. She's only trying to hurt you because that's what she does when she gets scared.

She lashes out.

She doesn't want to listen to your attempts at consoling her. You insist that it'll be okay, you've thought about it a lot and you're at peace with your decision.

You want her to be at peace with it to.

But, what about her!?

Barring Rampage, Fury doesn't have any friends. Her whole life, she's been convinced that she's find on her own, she's better without someone holding her back or tying her down. And then you had to come along and ruin that! Ruin her solitude by being her first, last and only friend.

You opened her eyes to a world she'd been blind to for a long, long time.

Fury doesn't wait for you to come to your senses. She hauls you up over her shoulder and takes you to her home, off-world, where, in a fit of selfish abandon, she locks you away, deaf to your pleas to return home. This is home now. With her.

[sunthuslight]

Humans hate you, prologue

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, nestled among the stars, lies a small blue planet teeming with life. This is Earth, a world of stunning beauty and unparalleled diversity. From the towering peaks of its majestic mountains to the depths of its mysterious oceans, Earth is a tapestry of wonders, a haven for countless species that call it home.

For millennia, life on Earth flourished in harmony with its surroundings, evolving and adapting to the ever-changing landscape. From the mighty elephants roaming the African savannah to the delicate butterflies fluttering through sunlit meadows, each creature played its part in the intricate dance of existence.

But as the eons passed, a new force emerged on Earth – humanity. With their boundless curiosity and insatiable drive, humans began to reshape the world around them. They built towering cities that reached for the sky, harnessed the power of the elements, and unlocked the secrets of the universe.

Yet, for all their achievements, humans were not immune to the struggles that plagued their world. Wars ravaged nations, greed and corruption threatened to undo their progress, and the delicate balance of nature was pushed to the brink of collapse.

But amid the chaos and strife, there were moments of extraordinary beauty and triumph. From the Renaissance artists who captured the essence of human emotion on canvas to the scientists who unlocked the secrets of the atom, humanity's journey was marked by innovation, creativity, and resilience.

As the years turned into centuries, humanity faced countless challenges, yet they always found a way to overcome them. They forged alliances, built bridges, and reached for the stars, driven by an unshakeable belief in the power of unity and progress.

Now, as the dawn of a new era beckons, humanity stands on the brink of a new chapter in its history. The challenges ahead are daunting, but with determination and solidarity, there is hope that they will emerge stronger than ever before. For Earth is not just a planet, but a home – a precious gem in the vast expanse of the cosmos, deserving of their protection and stewardship.

[strayheartless]

So er…… I was reading some poetry (don’t look at me like that, Its literally part of my job.) and I came across a Robert Burns poem (I was not majorly familiar with his work previous my interest is Wordsworth and Coleridge) and I found a poem that is a bible reference…

And it sounds a lot like Cloud. The poem is called “ah woe is me, my mother dear” and its a paraphrase Jeremiah 15:10 explaining the woes of a man who is scorned and hated by his community because of financial issues and Class prejudice. It’s addressed to Burns’ Mother I believe and features a line (2) in stanza one that directly links to a certain “strife”.

“Ah, woe is me, my mother dear!

Ah man o’ strife ye’ e born me:

For said contentions I maun bear;

They hate, revile and scorn me.”

-Robert Burns, 1786

Now, I am not Claiming that this is a key influence of Clouds character design, that would be silly and likely completely false. However, it is not entirely illogical to assume that given the biblical influence within crisis core and FFVII that Jeremiah 15:10 played at least a tiny part in the crafting of Cloud’s character arch at least in part.

In fact the whole passage of Jeramiah 15 sounds a whole lot like what happens between Cloud and Sephiroth. For those who are not familiar with the passage (I myself had to search for it and read it through.) it details Gods warning to Jeramiah to not pray for the people of Judah because he has already concluded their fate. He says that

“even if Samual and Moses stood before me. My mind would would not be favourable towards this people”

(This is King James Version I think, but the Catholic translation is pretty much the same and the Hebrew translation varies in language but not in meaning)

Which could be translated in the game as Sephiroth’s unwillingness to change from his war path against the planet. In this case Cloud stands in for Jeramiah while Sephiroth stands in for “the lord” (God). I think it’s interesting to play around with the idea that Samual and Moses may be Angeal and Genesis, or perhaps Zack and Aerith? And that one could construe the declaration as “even if those I have saw fit to trust were to stand before me, It would not stop me from burning the planet down.” And it’s doubly interesting that in Sephiroth’s case we often play with this idea of, if Genesis hadn’t defected or taunted sephiroth, would Nibelhiem have happened? I think Jeramiah 15 tells us that, yes, it would have.

As for the Burns poem (which uses 15:10 a little differently out of its context.) it takes this idea of “scorn”and “revile” literally in a way that mirrors Clouds childhood in terms of being outcast because of his mothers position in society- I.E. their class- and the fact that he is never given the chance to challenge those expectations that he is not to be trusted. The biggest flaw in this of course is that Burns is referring to financial struggle (something the game doesn’t really reference but we infer) while Clouds problem is defiantly social class, but then these things go hand in hand.

Burns closes the poem by directing the mothers awareness (and their fire our own) that she is the only one that sees him, and the only one that knows he is treated badly

“Yet I, a coin-deniéd weight,

by fortune quite discarded;

Ye see how I am, day and night,

By lad and lass blackguarded!”

This is interesting to me from Clouds perspective (if it is an influence) that it plays into this idea that Tifa had no idea the isolation Cloud suffered. In a way Nibelhiem stands in for the people of Judah as they are made to suffer for a larger transgression, but also their transgressions against Cloud, while Cloud himself, who has no love for these people, begs for them to be spared.

I dunno man, I am probably reaching so hard here. But my Brain lit up like Genesis with a new loveless theory.

[hyperfixation-hopper]

WHY I HATE JANE CROCKER IN HS^2

Jane is a sad character. This is quite redundant considering all the other plights of the Harleyberts and Strilondes but she is truly tragic from a storytelling sense as she is truly missed potential, however to effectively address this we must talk about the Harleyberts as a whole compared to the Strilondes

The Strilondes are troubled, duh, these issues however are very Surface level compared to the Harleyberts (not to diminish the nuance in the way they overcome and deal with them). Rose has issues with meeting people she respects- resorting to alcoholism as a coping method- she also has a tenuous relationship with death, attempting suicide three times before sburb and once trying to reach the green sun. She also thinks that she is a burden to her mother, preventing her from reaching greatness.

Dave has a harsh relationship with his brother, the rest of the beta kids at heart love their guardians just show a resentment towards them in strife- Dave, however doesn’t and loathes the fact that he ended up with the awful abusive one, he also has been influenced by his brother’s irony roughly, leaving him unsure how to reach the topic of sexuality from a non ironic perspective. Dirk is super interesting as he treats every version of himself and just another splinter, holding himself accountable for all of them. He is a compleetttlyyyyy different can of worms for another day. Roxy is the best of all, to paraphrase dirk “she knew she had a problem and fixed it”, She was rather overbearing with her love life, either hitting on Jake or Dirk or talking about said hitting on to Jane but she changed herself for the better and was the true leader of the alpha team.

Finally! Our main girl! What makes her so special? Her direct ties to the villain, but before that just understand her situation: she has been promised all of her life that she will own a flourishing baking enterprise, she desired it so severely that she uses technology that actively damaged her (bettybother, tiaratop) in order to be Betty’s golden girl. Seriously this company becoming hers is literally her livelihood other than detectives and her friends - speaking of which! She only ever converses with 6 people, 1 is her dad, 2 are aliens, another 2 are from the future and the last one is living on an island in the deadass middle of nowhere. She has sacrificed pretty much all opportunities to make and maintain relationships (outside of these few) all for the sake of Betty Crocker™️. She Trust all of these people (except for Caliborn) and appreciates all of them greatly but still chooses crocker corp if given the chance, for example, Roxy does want to play sburb but desperately tries to stop Jane from doing it just for the chance that the batterwitch wouldn’t win, Roxy is willing to miss the chance to meet all her closest friends just so that she won’t win. Yet they all eventually end up on their planets.

So why is this important? Because Jane is presented as a character that could easily become a capitalist drone for CrockerCorp™️ or a hero for the alpha kids. At this point in time. That is crucial. Eventually she goes through her ‘ wtf even was trickster mode’ arc, blowing up at Jake, wooo trickster shenanigans, regret and then venting and lamenting to everyone but the person she hurt most ( I get her mindset in that situation but she only ever apologised to Roxy afterward and that really sucks, thats Hussie’s fault not hers). After that everyone Godtiers, great right? Take a guess at this point. )(IC transforms her into Crockertier Jane (Wow what a sick design) someone who is completely willing to do her bidding at any chance she gets. Crockertier Jane is essentially ‘the bad ending’ for where she could’ve gone in life on earth. So when she is reflecting with Callie and Jade, she recognises all of her problems, all of )(IC’s issues, how everything she’s ever wanted has been created by the same hands of the one who took so much away from everyone. And after she recovers from it in the finale, she just kinda takes a backseat, just healing everyone and helping out where she can, I truly truly wish there was a scene where she just apologises to everyone for her stuck up trust in BettyCrocker or where she confronts the batterwitch herself and cries out about all of the harm she has caused, the most loyal, most patient servant finally finds the value in the one thing that hasn’t and won’t be corrupted by her influence, her friends and their strengths, how impactful would that be? Well still I’m content with the Jane we got but she could’ve been so, so much more.

So why, after all of this hardship, after seeing her friends and family be hurt time after time by )(IC. Why would she END UP BECOMING THE EXACT SAME KIND OF PERSON THAT SHE IS???????? This already happened in a sense with Crockertier, BUT TO TURN HER INTO A RACIST DICTATOR WHEN SHE HAD LITERALLY 0 HATRED TOWARDS TROLLS??? This could’ve worked had she still have small, minimal conflict between crockercorp or her friends then maybe, just maybe it could have worked but that just isn’t there at all. Jane in Homestuck^2 is too righteous, always thinking that her family is the victim, Tavros could never do anything wrong! He must be brainwashed!

Honestly, I am not entirely against the idea of her rebuilding CrockerCorp but based upon integrity, using her knowladge and finally giving her the thing she had to wait so patiently for, but at that point in her life, seeing the consequences of ruthless megalomania and prejudice, it doesn’t seem plausible for her to fall into the same hole that she does in HS^2. Idk man I just really like this character and I hate to see people disregard her just because of how she is in HS^2 when she never acts like this in Homestuck in the first place.

[seavoice]

genuinely loving everybody's haterism sides coming out today. it's actually making this experience fun. strife and hate on planet earth

[percdude]

cold water in da shower

hate and strife on planet earth

[stylewhiz]

Captivating Cosmos

What do we know about the cosmos?

Is it a galactic glittering prize of stars, planets, and deep space showcasing the magnificence of a magician who created life as we know it? Or is the cosmos an innovative machine turning the wheel of soul expansion? Perhaps it's all of the above and the home to an icon of supernatural status. Some refer to this higher power as god depending on what doctrine or philosophy you honor.

'Others consider the cosmos a stylish ideal formed from the mind of source, a messiah of unconditional love'

The god within us is a cosmic experience of unity a concept where all people accept our unique differences instead of gaslighting those who don't fit our biased beliefs. These are ideas presented by influencers who impact our thinking with enslavement ideals. The cosmos reminds us to free-flow opening the gates to our divine origins. We come from the cosmos to party on Earth a globe of beauty and reverence mixed with the tumultuous vibes of trauma caused by dynamics that shake us to the core.

'And why is this?'

Humanity hasn't learned to honor the cosmic flow creating wars and conflict in its place. We are out of sync with each other, our animal friends, while Mother Earth is ablaze with dark and light—a contrast of frequencies fueling the fire of love or hate. Earth is a parody of players caught in the illusion of peace where there is strife. The dark side of humans brings lawlessness to faith and as the tipping point is founded we awaken to the truth of self. Amid the chaos, one can tune into the cosmos as the guardian of flow and calm. Every planet has a purpose and aligns with our human astrology to shape our character through the fields of Nirvana growth.

'The quickening of the cosmos creates movement to alchemize our pain into healing'

Retrogrades, eclipses, and phases of the moon are door openers for soul expansion. We are blessed to have such heavenly help as spirit guides, angels, and elementals support the soul's earthly mission. it's a grand affair as we embark on a pathway to the unknown. Anything can happen and usually does down in the density of this 3-D realm. A playground for shifting the carnage from past lives and hurts that never healed, The cosmos is our friend and officiator of change in our lives. We dream and meditate on its starry sonnet.

Author ~  Linda (Style Whiz)

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[aye-went-splat]

It's done. Hate and misery on planet Earth. Goodbye you fucked up family. Your lives will be long and full of strife. It was an honor to watch you decay.

[hellsingmongrel]

No no! He can have a happy ending! (Sorta. In that weird way only a few tragic characters can really dig into, hear me out!)

Trigun established that ghosts are canon. Ergo the AFTERLIFE is canon. He also used up all his energy in that final battle, so he probably isn't going to be around for anywhere near as long as he would have under normal circumstances.

I wholeheartedly believe in my little sad headcanon that he gets a few more decades, maybe couple centuries at most, he gets to see the humans begin to recover from their borderline apocalyptic hellscape and Gunsmoke begin to flourish with the supplies the Earth feds begin delivering, and then one day, when he can tell he's running down and near the end, he chooses to find a quiet, peaceful place (I think it's Nick's grave) and lets himself use his Last Run to give the planet a few more flora to sustain it. Geraniums for Wolfwood's grave, you know?

And then he's greeted by the people he loved, who loved him in return, in the afterlife. He gets to spend the rest of every tomorrow for eternity with the people he cares about, and he gets to finally know how much he was really loved.

Most of the time, I HATE thinking about the inevitable end of my blorbos' stories, but he's one of the ones I feel deserves it as his "happy" ending. He deserves to choose how and when he's ready to move on, and he deserves to see the people he's lost waiting to greet him on the other side when he does. I don't think he'd expect the afterlife or to be greeted so warmly, but you know he would be. He made such a huge impact on everyone, he touched so many lives in good ways even with all the pain and strife, and there were people who genuinely loved him with everything they had. They wouldn't just let him go into the end without being there to welcome him home. q_q

I can't help but think about how Vash, after the trauma of having Rem killed when he was so young and then learning to expect the humans he grew to love to grow old and die or be killed in so many myriad ways and even having them betray him for the bounty money or just out of fear, must have developed so many difficulties allowing himself to get close to people.

Abandonment issues SUCK. You want to be close to people, you want to love people and develop connections and have friends and loved ones you can spend time with and be happy with, but you become so sure that anyone you get close to will just end up leaving you for one reason or another, and nothing you do will ever make them stay, so you just...stop trying. Stop letting yourself get attached. Stop letting yourself hope these will still be there or even reach out to bridge the gaps.

You can be friendly and outgoing and happy in the moment, but that's all it is; momentary. So you just let yourself be happy with the little glimpses if friendliness that you get from time to time and never hope for anything more. It's easier that way, you won't get your hopes up, and you're alright being alone, you've always been alone, it's ok. It's ok.

Except it's really not, and sometimes the loneliness just eats away at you, and you wonder why you were so wrong, why you were so bad or broken or a problem, or not made right to live like other people did, and why you have to be so Different that you're best hope is to just be allowed to exist Around other people, not With other people.

It's no wonder he has so much trouble never settling down, or why he only lets himself be happy for small spells between the downward spirals. He wants SO MUCH to be human, just like everyone else, worthy of love and companionship and the kinds of connections everyone else on the planet shares. He just wants to fit in and be loved, and the more his abandonment issues are reinforced, the worse it makes him feel about himself.

And then, he finds the one human who refuses to abandon him, even if he should, even if it means it puts him in danger, even if at first it's just because he HAS to, and maybe Vash feels like someone finally wants him to be around, and makes him feel a little more Human, and like maybe he can finally have a friend. Or a partner. Maybe he can let himself try to be loved.

And then he's Abandoned all over again, except it's not like every other time. It's not because he's not worthy of having someone next to him, and if he just catches up, then he can save him from the things his brother is doing, and he can be happy for a little bit longer! He doesn't have to say good bye all over again so soon, just let him be on time!

But no. It was never going to work out, was it? He should have known better. So much of what's happening has to be his own fault in one way or anotuer, so it's just his fault that this happened, too, wasn't it? It was his own fault for letting himself get his hopes up, anyway. He knew better. He doesn't get to have people who love him. It's his own fault that his world feels like it's breaking all around him while he digs a solitary grave out behind the orphanage. He's a blight on everything around him. Everything he loves ends up leaving him, eventually. He just wishes everyone he gets close to could stop dying in horrible ways. At least the betrayals mean the people will still get to live their own lives, happy and safe, once he's moved on to the next path on his neverending road.

[eprobles]

If You Can Keep Your Head

Amidst the doubt, I speak in silence, hushed, And keep my head amidst life's hateful strife. We dream and think, without disaster brushed, Creating life for masters, poets' life.

With kings and commoners we walk and muse, And wonder if this world is truly Earth, A planet vast, impossible to cruise, Too long to travel for one mortal's worth.

Perhaps the undergrowth shall make a way, A path for others, equal to our own, Where hearts and souls may rest, find peace and stay, On simple summer days, when love is known.

Through time's long corridors, I search and yearn, For love's sweet time, when hearts and souls may learn.

:: 03.09.2023 ::