zafirosreverie · 21 hours ago
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Call the exorcist (Agatha x F!Reader)
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For @roseclear
a/n: I haven't watch the show, I just know the basics, so sorry for any plot mistakes.
Spoilers for the ending
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Your life was chaotic. From the moment you met that damn charming, chaotic and slightly evil (well, very evil) witch, your whole world did a 180.
From one day to the next, magic was not only something possible, but little by little, it became something common in your life. Something you got so used to that you thought nothing could surprise you anymore.
Rule number one of being married to a witch: Agatha Harkness can always surprise you.
You weren't stupid, you knew she didn't tell you absolutely everything, that there were parts of her past she would never tell you, that they were completely buried and she planned to keep them that way. Not that it bothered you, if you were honest. 300 years of life had to have hard moments, and you decided that you wouldn't push her any further than she felt comfortable sharing you.
Still, that damn woman always managed to give you gray hairs, and you were sure that one of these days she would put you in an early grave. But you still loved her, more than life itself.
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The first scare was when she disappeared to go to Westview. You had a hard time getting in touch with her, and she only gave you a hasty and poorly structured explanation about chaos magic before sending you back home.
A week later, Maximoff's escape and what she had done to the town was reported on the news. You came back as quickly as you could, but you couldn't do anything. You were forced to watch your wife live as Agnes for 3 years, powerless and weak to bring her back.
Then the boy showed up. Billy Maximoff, or at least a variant of him? A reincarnation? The truth was that you didn't quite understand, nor did you care. The only important thing was that Agatha was back. And with her, chaos. Of course.
God forbid you have a second of peace with your wife.
The coven, Rio, Billy, everything was too confusing, too much for your mortal mind to understand in all the details how quickly the situation was changing, and Agatha, in the middle of it all, the central pillar, was not much help.
You knew she didn't tell you everything, but that she had gotten involved with death or that she had a child should have been some of the things she could have tell you, right? At least you thought that something like that should be important enough to tell her new wife.
You hadn't even finished assimilating all that when your witch, always chaotic and without explanations, kissed Rio, lady death, to save Billy. You didn't even have time to say goodbye to her, or to assimilate that, just like that, from one moment to the next, you had become a widow.
You didn't think you had known greater pain in your life. Knowing that your wife, the woman you loved, as imperfect, chaotic and evil as she was, was no longer there, broke your heart. You couldn't even stay there for long, you went back home as soon as you could, desperate that everything was a damn nightmare, that when you opened your eyes, Agatha would be there, with that infuriating but beautiful smile that you loved so much, ready for a new chaos.
But no matter how many times you woke up, reality was still there. Agatha was dead, you were alone. And your wife wasn't coming back.
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…until she did.
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You calmly stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to wash away the stress of the day, the worries and sorrows. You allowed yourself to close your eyes and focus for a moment on the feeling of the water against your skin, the warmth of the steam and-
"AGATHA!!!" you screamed as you jumped up, and your wife still had the nerve to laugh.
It had been less than a week since Agatha Harkness had come back into your life, ready to turn it upside down again. At first, you thought you had finally lost your mind (sometimes you still thought that it was the case, to be honest), when the ghost of your dead wife appeared in the middle of the living room.
However, in true Agatha fashion, she began to cause all kinds of mischief around the house, moving things around, disarranging things, and giving you those damn kisses that you still couldn't decide if you loved or not. And that was all you needed to know that yes, your wife was back. In the form of a pile of ectoplasm with too much time on her hands and too eager to take you to the grave too, but she was back.
"Come on sweetie, you can't blame me" she laughed, floating closer to you "you know I've never been able to resist your…charms"
You shivered as her fingers, cold and not quite physical, ran down your lower back. Before you could protest, Agatha kissed you deeply. Kisses with her were very strange now, to say the least.
Not that they bothered you, you just still had to get used to the feeling of kissing an ice cube that you couldn't really touch but was at the same time as real as yourself. You never imagined kissing a ghost, but here you were, proving once again how much you loved this woman even in death.
"You're a menace" you said as she pulled away
"But I'm your menace" she smirked
"…we said 'till death do us part', why are you still here?" you crossed your arms, covering your naked body a little
"Oh darling" she laughed and caressed your cheek with those icy fingers "it's cute how you really thought death would rid you of me. No, my love, you're mine, in this and every life after"
Something in her tone and the way her ghostly fingers gripped your chin, told you that she really planned to keep that promise. And you couldn't help but smile.
"That's cute, my love" you said "…but get out of my shower right now"
"Oh come on" she laughed "I've seen you how tou came into the world many times"
"Agatha!" you shivered as you felt her icy fingers on your lower back again
"Yes?" She smiled like the Cheshire Cat
"I love you" you said "but if you don't let me take A FUCKING SHOWER IN PEACE, I'M GOING TO CALL A PRIEST AND EXORCISE THE DAMN HOUSE!!"
And of course, that damn beautiful, charming, chaotic and slightly evil (well, very evil) witch that you loved more than life itself, had the nerve to laugh.
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journey-to-the-attic · 1 year ago
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happy birthday to the three realms' most specialest girl!!! (i promise i love you even though i put you through so much)
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july-19th-club · 5 months ago
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favorite type of villanous characters are the ones whose motivations boil down to
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like they dont even have to have any stakes in the broader situation. they just have take pleasure in destruction
#sometimes this can be done in a very funee cartoon villain kind of way a la spike from buffy#and sometimes it can be done in a positively chilling way where this character knows for a fact that some of the effects of their chaos#will also make their life worse. but they just enjoy fucking with other people more than any privation they could personally experience#you can't sway this person with common sense because their own personal logic dictates that it doesn't apply to them#you can't sway them with emotion; your sadness/fear/anger/ineffectuality is part of the entertainment factor#can't sway 'em with threats because dodging threats is ALSO part of the whole point#this second version is the least pathetic type of character mostly because they simply do not give a shit about anything ever#any personal fears are buried or stomped out and figuring out why they do what they do won't stop them from doing it#and yet: in order to keep the relentless making-it-worse guy from being uninterestingly evil there does have to be SOME desire or need#bodily harm or lack of available victims could get you a moment of genuine terror or loneliness that sparks the audience sympathy#which you do need! just long enough for the sympathy to then be misplaced. which you also need bc this is an antagonist#the first version does very well at redemption arcs and is sort of built for them . they're almost too easy for the first cartoon version#the second version should be kept separate from redemption arcs at all costs#or you no longer have that character anymore now he's someone else#writing tag#q#god. one thing is that i know how to spot character types in writing and detail what's good about them and talk about it#but when it comes to then executing the concept? my perception of what's cool and works and my execution are MILES apart#frustrating as hell that i can identify this guy but not create him
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gncrevan · 1 month ago
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so ... kaos on netflix is bad, right? we all agree that it's uninspired and bad?
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fangirlwriting-stories · 1 year ago
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Late Night Waiting
Summary: No One Knows AU Part 5, After everyone has been waiting for a couple of nerve-wracking hours, Sam and Tucker finally show up at the police station.
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Danny wishes he could feel better about having a night off from grounding.  But at this point he’s been stuck in the police station for hours and Jazz hasn’t even managed to distract anyone for long enough that he can slip out and figure out what’s going on as Phantom, which would be much more efficient and more likely to solve the actual problem.
Instead, he’s answered the police’s questions about where he saw Sam and Tucker last (at school, like almost every other day since he’s gotten back), and spent the past three hours pacing back and forth in the room they’ve been given to wait in.  Sam’s parents are talking quietly together in one corner, Tucker’s parents are sitting silently in the other, and his family is sitting in the middle, talking about which ghost most likely did this and how best to go after them.
The one time Danny had gone to the bathroom to try and slip away, his dad had insisted on coming with him and waiting outside the door.  Something about waiting to make sure he’s safe while they don’t know what’s going on.
Give this much longer and Danny’s secret identity might slip down the ranks in priorities.
His brain can’t stop coming up with ways he could have prevented this.  Sam and Tucker’s parents called at dinnertime, he should have done some kind of patrol before then.  He should have insisted on spending the night with Sam and Tucker, grounding be damned.  He should have run out to look for Sam and Tucker the second they called, who cared how worried his parents would be when they saw he was missing again too?
It doesn’t matter, because Sam and Tucker could be hurt.  A ghost could have captured them, and he could be contacted any second with some kind of ransom, or threat, or worse.  Fuck, worse.  If Sam and Tucker don’t make it back he’ll never forgive himself—
“Danny,” Jazz says, cutting into his thoughts.  “Come sit down.”
“No thanks I’m good,” Danny says in one breath, spinning around to walk to the other way.
“Danny.”  Jazz reaches out and grabs his hand, then pulls him down onto the chair next to her.  “Stop catastrophizing.  It’s not your fault.”
“But— I could have—”
“Jazz is right, honey,” Mom says, reaching around Jazz to squeeze his hand with a smile.  “There isn’t anything you could have done.”
“As much as I loathe to admit it,” Sam’s mother says with an irritated sigh, before her face surprisingly softens.  “Your mother’s right.  You don’t need to beat yourself up over this, Danny.  You couldn’t have helped by doing anything differently.”
She wouldn’t be saying that if she knew, hisses the voice in Danny’s head.
Jazz catches his gaze and gives him a knowing look.  
Danny shakes the voice away.
He leans heavily against Jazz’s side and pushes his hands over his face, and Jazz wraps her arms around him.  “It’s gonna be okay,” she murmurs.  She lowers her voice further.  “Worst case scenario, you slip away when all the adults fall asleep and I cover for you.”
Danny nods weakly, then sits back and tries to breathe.
Thankfully, it doesn’t come to that.  Because after about four hours of sitting there, when his dad has just fallen asleep across several chairs and Danny is debating trying the bathroom again, the door opens and a police officer pokes appears in the entrance.
“They’re here,” he says, and Danny is rushing for the door before he can get any other words out.
Sam and Tucker are both talking to an officer across the main room of the precinct, and both of them have barely turned and spotted him when Danny reaches them and throws his arms around their shoulders.
“Oh my god holy fuck are you okay,” he says, squeezing them tightly before pulling back and looking them over for injuries.  He doesn’t see anything life threatening or anything that looks too badly injured thank god, but he pats them down anyway, gently but firmly, checking for any strange lumps or obvious breaks.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, I— are you okay are you hurt where does it hurt I don’t know why I’m asking that I can’t actually do anything I’m not a doctor, I— are you okay?  Please tell me you’re okay,” he says, looking desperately back up at their faces.  He finds them both staring at him, at an obvious loss of what to say.
“Young man,” a police officer says before any of them can say anything else.  He reaches out and pulls Danny back, away from Sam and Tucker.  “Please step back.  I understand this is difficult for everyone but we all need to remain calm.”
“Samantha!” comes her mother’s voice, and all of them turn just in time to see her mother rush past the officer to Sam and start doing the exact same injury pat-down that Danny did.
Sam groans in obvious irritation and takes a step back.
“We’re fine,” she says, glaring at her mom.  “Honestly.  We’re not hurt.”
“Oh thank heavens,” her mother says, pulling Sam back in for a hug, and causing another annoyed groan from Sam.
Danny lets out a sigh, looking down in relief.  Now that it’s clear that Sam and Tucker are at least mostly okay, most of the nerves that have been building up around his shoulders relax, and suddenly he just feels exhausted.
He feels a hand on his shoulder, and turns to see Jazz giving him a reassuring smile, which he returns, albeit shakily.
The police finally managed to get everyone to stand back from Sam and Tucker, at least enough that they could continue asking them what happened.
Unfortunately, they’re still close enough to hear everything, meaning Danny’s close enough to hear Sam say, “We got captured by a ghost,” and all of his nerves leap back into his shoulders.
“He didn’t hurt us,” Sam says, waving off the officer’s next question.  “Seemed like he just wanted to scare us.  He actually got distracted pretty easily, and that’s how we managed to slip away.”
Okay, so probably someone harmless like The Box Ghost if they got away that easily.  They probably weren’t in any real danger in a way that Danny was actually 100% necessary to be there for.
…That does not help.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” Danny asks, drawing both of their gazes.  They look wary, probably because everyone here is still more than a little on edge.  “Ghosts are no joke.”
“You got that right,” Dad says from over his shoulder.  “You both are going to have to come back with us tonight to get a full check over from the professionals.”
“No,” Sam says quickly, at the same time her mom says “Absolutely not.”
Probably a smart move, honestly.  His parents tended to look for the wrong things, and a lot of their tests tended to be painful in some way.  Danny can keep an eye on Sam and Tucker for the next couple days, while trying to not let the guilt eat him alive.
“I’m in agreement there,” Tucker’s mom says, stepping forward.  “You two both sound like you’ve had a very long night, you need to go home and get some rest.”
“Absolutely a good idea,” Jazz says, trying to send a knowing look at their parents (of which only time would tell how successful it was).  “Sleep is important after an upsetting experience, especially if it’s past midnight.”
“Jazz has a point, honey,” Mom says, putting a reassuring hand on Dad’s shoulder.  “Just come by in the next couple days, you two.  We’ll make sure nothing’s wrong.”
Danny sighs, dropping his head into his hands.  That’s still not going to be helpful, but that’s probably the best they’re going to get from his parents that night.
“Uh, we’ll see,” Sam says, in a tone that means ‘I doubt it,’ and Danny can’t blame her.  She turns to her parents.  “Can we just go home now?”
“We still have questions,” one of the nearby officers says.
“We already told you everything, and I want to go home and sleep,” Sam says.  “It’s been a very long day.”
The officer sighs.  “Alright, but we might come find you with follow up questions in the next couple of days.”
“Fine,” Sam snaps, and she grabs her mom’s arm and starts tugging her towards the door.  Sam’s dad follows shortly after.
Danny can’t help but laugh a little bit.  Sam being just as annoyed with authority as usual is probably a good sign.
“Yeah, I want to go home too,” Tucker says quietly, and starts for the door without any fanfare.  Before he leaves, however, he stops in front of Danny.  He doesn’t look at him though, instead watching Sam.
Danny turns to watch her too, wondering what Tucker sees.  But as soon as Sam walks out the front door and steps out of sight, Tucker turns and wraps his arms around Danny.
Danny gives a sound of surprise, muffled by Tucker’s cheek smushing against his face.
Tucker pulls back a second later.  “Sorry,” he mumbles, looking down.  “I just… I had to do that.”
Danny just gives him a warm smile in return.  “Hey, if you want to talk about it, you can tell me anything,” he says quietly, with what’s hopefully the right level of a joking tone.
Tucker smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.  It barely reaches his mouth.
Danny doesn’t push, since that’s a bad idea especially now, and a couple seconds later, Tucker turns back to his parents and nods to the door, and all three of them walk out.
“Alright,” Jazz says, drawing Danny and his parents’ attention.  “We should go home too.”
“I agree,” Mom says, as the four of them all start moving towards the door.  “It’s been a very long night, and you both still have school in the morning.”
“What?” Danny asks.  “Don’t we get to stay home?  These are extenuating circumstances and all that!”
“Sam and Tucker are the ones who got captured by ghosts, not you two,” Mom says, raising an eyebrow.  “And you can’t afford to miss any more class, Danny.”
Danny grumbles something incomprehensible under his breath, though he’s thinking about how he didn’t get time off when he was kidnapped.  It doesn’t matter that it’s entirely his fault for using running away as a cover story, the universe is still being unfair.  Especially considering he’s exhausted enough that he feels himself falling asleep on the car ride back.
When he gets home, however, he shakes himself awake, and after telling his parents goodnight, he heads up to his room and transforms.
He opens the window and is about to fly out when the door opens behind him, and he spins around, heart leaping into his throat.
Thankfully, Jazz is the one who stands in the doorway.
“And what exactly makes you think that’s a good idea?” she asks, shutting the door behind her.
Danny lets out a breath of relief and slumps back against the wall.  “Don’t do that, Jazz, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”
“Danny,” Jazz says, crossing her arms.  “Patrolling isn’t a good idea right now.”
“Why not?  Clearly I should have been patrolling earlier.”
“Well, because you need to sleep for one, and for two, I don’t want you going out there stewing in your own head and making yourself feel even worse.”
Danny looks away, trying to disguise it as a glare.  “Sam and Tucker—”
“Are fine.  They’re not even a little hurt, and got away themselves without any needed help.  You, on the other hand, need rest.  Mom already said you’re still going to school tomorrow.”
Danny forces himself to look back at Jazz.  “I’m not gonna be able to sleep until I know everyone is safe, Jazz.”
“Everyone is safe, Danny.  Your ghost sense would go off or there’d be some kind of news alert if there was something you needed to take care of.  And if the news alert was happening Mom and Dad would wake up the whole house rushing off to help with it.”
Danny looks down.  She has a point.  And he can practically feel himself falling asleep standing here.
“Go to sleep, Danny.  There’s nothing else you can do tonight.  If tomorrow Sam and Tucker are at school you can talk to them and see if there’s ways you can help, and I’ll help you out there too.  But tonight the most helpful thing you can do is get some sleep.”
Danny sighs, and glares more lightheartedly up at Jazz.  “I hate it when you’re right,” he says, prefaced with sticking out his tongue.
“You’re gonna hate most of the things I say, then,” Jazz says with a smug smile.
Danny rolls his eyes and shuts the window.  He turns back into Danny Fenton and moves over to his dresser to pull some pajamas out, then casts a glance back at Jazz.  “Alright, now get out.  Neither of us want you here for this part.”
It’s Jazz’s turn to roll her eyes.  “Yeah, yeah,” she says, turning to leave.  “But hey, I’m really proud of you, you know.”
Danny scoffs despite himself.  “I didn’t even do anything tonight.”
“I’m proud of how much you care, you dork,” Jazz says, crossing her arms with a fond smile.  “It’s obvious how much Sam and Tucker mean to you, that’s all.  And I’m proud of how much you do for them, and everyone.”
“Uh, whatever,” Danny says, looking away and crossing his arms.  “You don’t have to get all sappy about it.”
“You can’t stop me from getting all sappy about it,” Jazz says, sounding smug again, and she leaves and shuts the door before Danny can say anything else.
Danny sighs, but he has a slight smile on his face as he changes into pajamas and climbs into bed.
And it’s honestly annoying the level of right that Jazz is, because he falls asleep almost immediately.
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kaeyapilled · 1 year ago
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So with the hangout.. do you think that settles the issue of mistranslation or not of Kaeya and Diluc being brothers?
is it even possible to settle it? i feel like there must be some insane cultural difference between me as a western person and chinese people when it comes to adoptive siblings because, i honestly don't see how the biological son of the guy you consider your adoptive father isn't, by extension, your adoptive brother; how would that relationship not be familial? even when you bring in the "sworn brothers" trope as a means of queercoding, which is a concept ive had explained to me more than once – like, okay? i agree that it's true you can't properly translate/localize that, but. how else did you want them to translate it? even if the word brother was never used once in the eng translation, how do you make it so that kaeya and diluc calling the same guy "father" doesn't imply some uncomfortable things if he and diluc are romantically involved..? but then, who knows, maybe i just don't have enough knowledge about how censorship works in china, how they do queercoding over there, how they deal with adopted relationships, whatever. it's fine. different cultural upbringings, no? it's funny when it's the western side of the fandom discussing this, though. because you'll have these extremely white people arguing with you about the intricacies of chinese BL media. as if either of us knows what the hell we're talking about. anyway, none of this matters in the end because most klc shippers just... like the incest. and the day we stop arguing about mistranslations and simply accept that people either 1) see this relationship in a different light due to their cultural background or 2) are a little bit of a freak online is the day i will finally know peace as a kaeya fan
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chimerafeathers · 7 months ago
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[personal opinions about dunmesh op 1 vs op 2 visuals, mild namedrop spoilers below]
tbh while i liked the first dunmesh op’s song a lot, the visuals REALLY didn’t do it for me in terms of establishing tone, character, overall plot or vibes of the story…
almost half of it is static or minimally animated images, and the first section of the giant characters standing stoically with eyes closed in various landscapes does very little to convey anything meaningful about them as individuals or their role in the story. like, i could see that imagery for a more low-key ED, and i think it would work really well. (i'd never replace Ryoko Kui's art from the EDs, but in a different universe where they had a more standard animated approach.)
but for the first op, that’s supposed to set the tone and hook you on the world & characters….ehhh. especially since Kabru, Namari, and Shuro/Toshiro are featured equally to the main party, but Kabru and Namari get very little screentime in the first cour, and Toshiro gets even less and is barely even mentioned. meanwhile, there's only one food/cooking-related shot right at the end. the biggest focus of the first arc is barely present in the op.
they spend a huge amount of time just kinda teasing characters that won’t be properly featured or introduced for a while yet—shots of the Canaries, Toshiro's party('s legs), Thistle, the Winged Lion, are all exciting to see *as a manga reader*, but they feel out of place for the first op. the first arc primarily focuses on our main party and their interactions with the dungeon itself and the monsters within it, and, you know, cooking.
the main party's personalities, monsters, and food. those 3 things were either severely underrepresented or completely absent from the op 1 visuals, and i really felt their absence more and more as time went on.
2nd op on the other hand......love love love. WAY better representation of the characters and what the show is actually about! there's so much more humor and personality, it showcases the camaraderie of the main party, it flips back and forth between the party hunting/gathering ingredients to cook and BECOMING ingredients that are getting cooked, there are so many more monster designs and interactions, it still manages to show off upcoming characters and designs without detracting from the overall feel or focus.....it's EXACTLY what i was hoping for from the op switch so i'm absolutely thrilled!!
i like the new song, but i have less to say about it specifically, other than the visuals being timed to it really nicely. i could be wrong but i feel like people who are "meh" about the new op maybe just care about the music part, or at least weigh it more heavily, whereas i'm somewhat the opposite. it's hard for me to imagine someone comparing just based on the visuals and thinking that this:
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somehow matches the tone and vibe of the show better than this:
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but, people have different perspectives on things, so there probably ARE people who genuinely prefer the more solemn and mysterious atmosphere of op 1 visuals to the more “cutesy” op 2, even if i personally think they feel out of place for arc 1.
to be clear, none of this is to say the visuals are *bad*--i have the stitched image of Laios (& co) and Falin (& co) reaching towards each other as my phone background--just that i felt like they emphasized the wrong things for this first arc, and were maybe better suited to an ed.
i'm really, really happy that op 2 completely fixed every "issue" that i had with the first one!
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grimalkinmessor · 1 year ago
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The best villains are the ones that make you honestly question who's in the right, but the most FUN villains are the ones who's whole goal is just to fuck up as much shit as possible—those real salt-the-earth-then-blow-it-the-fuck-up-for-absolutely-no-reason-because-they-crave-violence motherfuckers ✨
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tokiro07 · 9 months ago
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Iwasaki posted a color image to the Cipher Academy twitter to commemorate the final chapter
I really love this design for Iroha, he looks so cool! I really wish we could have gotten a full series dedicated to his adventures looking like this
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mondscheinprinzessin · 2 years ago
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another cute picture of joel taken and posted by aleksi is the one where he’s smiling and holding up a mcdonalds bag
Anon, I know exactly what picture you mean, but for some reason I can't seem to find it. (Instagram isn't loading for me right at the moment either way ugh.) If you don't mind nudging me in the right direction, I would appreciate it.
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Although Sera's back is covered by one large tattoo of a leaping koi fish, a reminder to keep looking and moving forward and not let her past tear her down and into pieces, every so often a little more can be seen underneath the colorful ink. This 'more' is an odd, fractured mark in a mix of deep and light blue, pieces of which are scattered across the top half of her back and focus mainly around the back of her shoulders, shoulder blades, and upper back - An odd mark labeled as a birthmark by her parents when she was but an infant, but also one that is an exact match for more red-leaning marks resembling scars across her eldest brother Thoma's back.
Despite being told it's a birthmark and not bothering to give it a second thought, the odd markings are, in truth, only pieces of a much larger mark that slowly becomes visible the more Sera taps into power she truly shouldn't be getting even remotely near - The power hidden beneath the 'frozen lake' within her. Tapping into her magic ever so slowly reveals more of it and brightens the colors, until it no longer hides underneath the colorful ink of her koi, and instead almost shines above it, forming a simple outline of fluffy wings reminiscent of the phoenixes of legends and mythos. The more she continues to use magic, however, the more it stands out, a gradient of icy blue to a rich, deeper blue similar to that of snow and ice atop a deep lake in the evening, and over time eventually begins to actually glow, albeit faintly and only truly noticable in the dark.
Unknown to Sera, this 'birthmark' she's always shrugged off is actually a heavy nod to what lay underneath that internal frozen lake: Her true power as Aria, the Snow Fenix. In her original life as Aria, the markings were far more obvious and traced across her back, shoulders, and upper arms to just past her elbows, as well as peeking up along the sides of her neck and over towards her chest whenever she had used her power to hide her wings through her magic, leaving her with an outline of her wings along her back and marks that once resembled veins of ice magic that seemed to rise up and vanish back into her skin. The various lifetimes used to shift into Sera should have prevented those marks from appearing once she'd fully assumed a human form, sealing her power and magic underneath that internal heavy sheet of ice, yet just like her brother, nothing has quite gone exactly to plan.
Though these magical marks should be hidden, they've refused being buried like the era they can from, and still show themselves as a mere fragment of their original clarity and strength, a tiny, uncontrollable leak of Aria that will forever signal Sera is no mere human no matter how she tries to hide it throughout her various lifetimes. However, with the vast majority of her magic sealed underneath the frozen lake within, the marks will never shine like they once did, and now serve as a sign of Sera unknowingly pushing herself too far, either knocking her unconscious or rendering her bedbound to rest before they can become any brighter than the typical glowstick, or manifest anything larger than the fluffy wing outline.
Though she sleeps, Aria cannot be fully, completely, totally hidden any more than her brother Aelius - She can only do her best and strengthen and thicken that layer of ice with each lifetime, even if there will always be signs Sera isn't quite fully human... Signs that are, thankfully, all too easy to miss without a critical and overthinking eye.
This HC also applies to @yoroiis Thoma, and has her approval and permission for posting.
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agueforts · 5 months ago
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yet another stream of consciousness post about how i'm doing nothing with my life and it #sux or whatever
#aspen tag#it's kind of. well. i don't know how to start this off without feeling self-aggrandizing#because as true as it is that a lot of my ego roots in intelligence it's not actually the point rn. it's barely even a part of it#like. achievement doesn't come from talent. achievement doesn't even necessarily come from skill at all#achievement comes from motivation. from meaining. from something being worth doing#and. idk. i'm a thinker. my mind's always moving towards something. there's a stream of thoughts and it never stops flowing#and it's just. i mean. i LIKE thinking for the sake of thinking. i really do#i like working things out in my head and looking stuff over just to get a better picture and doing it just because it's there and i can#but none of it is going anywhere. and i'd like to be going somewhere#the thing about falling out of habits is that they become absences so easily#and it sneaks up on you. all the things in your life that are now not#i like learning and creating and puzzling through something. i like trying new things in new ways and figuring it out as i go#i like diving headfirst into whatever i happen to be working on and just living in there for a while#i like a challenge and i like investing myself and i like engaging and complex and FUN#and i don't. do anything with that anymore#i don't have hobbies. i don't get out of the house. i don't really put passion towards anything regardless of if it's there for me to have#and it's not about wasted potential. it's not about having the skill or the aptitude or the resources or any of that shit#it's about how i LIKE doing it‚ and i'm not. that's the point. that's the problem#it's just. draining. to feel like nothing in your head ever makes it into the world#if there was ever a throughline in my dissatisfaction it'd be insignificance#i have an untapped well of myself i'd so eagerly apply if i had a door or a key or any way to get it where it needs to go#but i don't. none of it seems to move anything#i don't know. i'm tired. that's all of it. distilled down into a pair of words far too simple for the weight they carry#well-worn track in the surface of my mind. every passing day the grooves deepen#and there could be a path outside of it. but i don't know how to make one#i don't know how to start. and isn't that every problem i've ever had in a nutshell#adhd! it's fantastic. i'm going nowhere and i've been going there for a long fucking while#and as far as i can tell i'll be going there for another while yet.#i guess that's all there is to it. or at least as much as i've got. i'm tired of being tired and i don't know where that leads me#but it doesn't really seem like i'm doing anything worth losing. so i might as well just let it do what it does
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silly-witch · 1 year ago
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Anyone else finding that when you try and open a filtered post on Tumblr mobile, instead of opening the post in-app it opens an in-app browser?
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just-jammin · 2 years ago
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weird that the second-best option to the kind of ppl i wanna be friends with (queer people with neurodivergence and fandoms like me)
is straight guys who like anime and video games and are just ABSOLUTELY DOWN BAD
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landoftheway · 2 years ago
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Glad Woolie and Reggie finally finished Bayonetta 3.
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rjalker · 2 years ago
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Dear people who aren't physically disabled who plan to write fantasy settings:
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[ID: Several images taken from the Geordi La Forge yes and no meme format, with Geordi holding out a hand disapprovingly for the no section, then pointing in approval for the yes section.
The first image is the meme:
No: "Saying the existance of magic in your setting means there are no disabled people (this literally just means disabled people are killed. AKA eugenics)"
Yes: "Having disabled people who use magical mobility aids and other assistive devices. Realizing that someone is still disabled even if their prosthetic arm is made of magic instead of plastic."
This is followed by four more panels of yes section:
"Geordi la Forge is still literally disabled. His visor helping him does not erase his disability and make him magically abled."
"Toph from Avatar: The Last Airbender is still literally disabled even though her Earthbending helps her. It does not make her disability ~magically~ go away."
"Having your disability be accomodated does not mean the disability goes away. Having a prosthetic hand, even one that's made of magic, does not mean you're not disabled."
"Magical mobility aids do not mean disabled people don't exist. It just means they use magical mobility aids instead of plastic or metal ones. A limb made of magic is still a prosthetic even if it's made of the soul of the universe instead of plastic and metal."
Then another no panel: "'There's no disabled people beacuse magic'".
Then one last yes panel: "'Magic helps disabled people in a variety of ways'".
End ID.]
This also applies to science fiction; just because Luke Skywalker's prosthetic hand is super advanced doesn't mean it's no longer a prosthetic, or that he's not disabled. Same with Darth Vader - just because he has a suit that lets him breathe and walk around doesn't mean he's not disabled. (And Star Wars' propensity for making the villains visibly disabled while the heroes disabilities get covered up by super advanced prosthetics is a topic that deserves its own post, especially with how ableist some of the authors of the books are. Troy Denning is especially ableist)
Edit:
Because people keep being fucking obnoxious and ableist in the tags, yes,,, motherfuckers, if you refuse to have disabled people in your setting, that does make you fucking ableist. If you say that the magic is used to cure all disabled people and that's why they don't exist, that's fucking eugenics.
You cannot ""cure"", more like remove all disabilities without fucking eugenics. Magically automatically destroying disabled fetuses (a very fucking popular trope!) is eugenics.
The only way to fucking "cure" autism is to fucking kill all autistic people, also known as eugenics!
What about people with PTSD? Do you just fucking brainwash them so they aren't traumatized anymore?
Do you force all Deaf people to be able to hear? Do you force all blind people to be able to see? Do you force all anosmics to be able to smell?
Do you magically force everyone with a speech impediment to speak to your standards?
Do you force everyone born with bodily or facial differences to live up to your fucking standard of beauty?
You cannot fucking say "disablities don't exist in this universe because magic cures everything" without inherently saying that eugenics exists in your fucking universe.
Not all fucking disabilities need a cure. If you ""cured"" my autism I'd just be fucking dead. You'd literally just be changing me into what you think is fucking acceptable.
Stop fucking arguing in defence of ableists on my fucking post so you can pretend that eugenics has never been written about in magical settings when it is extremely fucking prevalent.
And while we're fucking at it, let your gods damned characters become disabled over the course of their story, and call them disabled within the fucking story. I don't care if they're a robot. I don't care if they have magic. Not all fucking damage can be fixed. Curses exist. Hardware can go out of fucking date and no longer be manufactured anywhere.
Let your characters become disabled and do not magically fucking cure them back to brand new every single time they get hurt. The only thing you accomplish by doing that is destroying any chance of ever having stakes.
No, "magical healing leaves scars on the mind from the memory of the injuries though!!!!" is not fucking good enough. Let your characters have scars. Let them become disabled. Stop being fucking ableist cowards.
Edit number fucking 2:
No, motherfuckers, you do not get to comment "if the disability was caused by magic it's not ableist to cure it with magic". You are the ableist this post is about. Shut the absolute fuck up, stop treating being disabled as the worst possible outcome, and just admit you're a fucking ableist. If you don't want your characters to become disabled, then don't fucking make them disabled.
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[ID: The Garfield "you are not immune to propaganda" meme, now edited to read:
"If your first thought upon reading this post is, 'Oh, but it's okay to magically cure disabilities caused by magic!' Congrats…you are the exact sort of ableist jackass this post is about."
End ID.]
Edit number fucking 3:
Autistic people exist! People who are born with disabilities exist! You cannot create a setting where disabled people do not exist because we're all "cured" or "fixed" and not inherently say that you are killing disabled people as soon as they're born, or fucking aborting us as soon as you figure out we'd be born disabled! That's fucking eugenics!
There is no way to "cure" autism without eugenics! There is no way to "cure" people with body differences without eugenics! There is no way to make disabled people nonexistant in your setting without eugenics! Thinking you can and should "cure" and "fix" all disabilities IS EUGENICS!
Also:
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[ID: A character shouting at the camera, now edited to read: "Shut up about Dungeons and Dragons! Shut up about Dungeons and Dragons! If the rules of Dungeons and Dragons are ableist, then fucking change them! It is your fucking personal responsability to be a better person than your bigoted society wants you to be!". End ID.]
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[ID: White text on a dark brown background with white and black borders around the edges, that reads:
"I don't fucking know or care about Dungeons and Dragons.
This post is not about Dungeons and Dragons.
Do not fucking throw the rulebook of Dungeons and Dragons at me like it's some sort of 'Gotcha!'.
You will literally just be blocked like the rest of the ableist assholes who've already tried it.
If you play dungeons and dragons, it's your responsability to make your games not be ableist, even if it means breaking the rules.".
End ID.]
I do not fucking care what the ableist rules are in Dungeons of Dragons. Do not fucking throw ableist rules for a game I have never and will never play at me on a post I made so that people could learn how to make their settings less ableist. If the rules in Dungeons and Dragons are ableist, then fucking change them. If you don't want to change them, then stop fucking playing an ableist game.
Disabled people deserve to see ourselves represented in fiction just like everyone else, without any fucking requirements that we be "cured" or "fixed" before the story ends.
How the fuck would you feel if a trans and gay character's whole story revolved around going on a quest to become straight and cis, did so, and only then was allowed to live happily ever after?
Why do you fucking think suggesting people write stories about disabled people going on a quest to be cured because it's the only way they'll ever be happy is any less fucking offensive?
Also:
This post is NOT a place for you to talk about how disabled people in fiction should have the option of curing their disabilities. It's just not. That's the fucking default for this society. That is not a revolutionary concept. It's not novel. We fucking know this society wants us gone. A post about how disabled people deserve representation is not the place to talk about how "Well, actually, in fiction disabled people should be cured!" Like that's not the fucking universal default???????????
Edit #4:
Everyone needs to stop tagging this singing praise for Fullmetal Alchemist. A story that uses disability as a punishment and the characters are on a quest to cure their disabilities is not the amazing representation you're all claiming it is just because the character who is only disabled because of DIVINE PUNISHMENT uses prosthetics.
Read this post, and this one. Fullmetal Alchemist is a hell of a lot more ableist than you people are letting on.
guess what you can now find a PDF version of this post on the web archive.
Edit #5! August 23rd, 2023!
A) Everyone. Disabilities that can only exist in the magical setting are still disabilities.
Trying to cure the younger brother's magical disability of being a soul floating around in a magical suit of armour is, in fact, going on a quest to heal a disability!
It doesn't matter if the older brother doesn't want to get his limbs back when they're going on a quest to heal the younger brother's disability! Especially when they BOTH get magically healed at the end!
Magical disabilities that can only exist in that setting, but not real life, are still disabilities, and it's not okay to magically heal them either! What part of the Garfield meme on this post did you all choose to ignore?!
B) When you leave tags on a post you are reblogging, the original poster can see them! When you leave tags on this post, I can see them!
If you think this post is ""too aggressive"" then simply do not reblog it! Don't fucking tone police me on a post I've had to edit five times now due to the constant ableism people have been commenting since I made it!
I have been called the R slur by multiple people in response to this post! People have literally reblogged this post to defend eugenics abortions! You can't see these comments or replies anymore because I blocked the poster!
If you think minorities are being too aggressive by responding appropriately to bigotry, you're a bigot! And you should either not reblog the post at all, or at the very least, shut the fuck up and not tone police us!
Do not fucking put tags on this post complaining I'm being too aggressive! That's called tone policing and you're a bigot if you do it! Don't fucking do it on anyone else's posts either! They can see your tags too!
C) When I fucking say Harry Potter fans are banned from this post, yes, this means YOU!
Either stop supporting a billionaire who's literally using the profits from her bigoted shittily written books to fund REAL FUCKING GENOCIDE, or fuck off!
By continuing to support the Harry Potter series, you are literally giving JK Rowling free fucking advertising! You are encouraging more people to read the series and watch the movies, spending more money and giving her more fucking money with which to LITERALLY SHAPE A COUNTRY'S LAWS TO COMMIT GENOCIDE. She is literally fucking fighting to make being trans illegal! She is literally fucking fighting to have even more of autistic people's rights taken away!
You cannot fucking be a fan of the Harry Potter series in 2023 and call yourself an ally to all the minorities harmed by JK Rowling and the bigotry baked into her shitty series!
Read another book! The Web Archive has tons you can read for free! Literally every single book on gutenberg.org/ is free! Including audiobooks for some of them!
If you write Harry Potter fanfiction, simply fucking get rid of the names and identifiable features and start writing original fiction instead! It's literally free!
Not supporting a literal fucking genocidal billionaire costs LITERALLY NOTHING! And if you refuse to fucking stop supporting JK Rowling, which is what you are doing when you support the Harry Potter series and squeal over her OCs, you are not an ally to any fucking minority! No! Not even if you're trans yourself!
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Edit again Nobember 28th 2023 because this comment is just. such a perfect example for all of you that think this doesn't happen.
butter-whore2 said, two hours before this edit:
kind of a fan of tumblr's slightly more algorithmically elements for reminding me of the hell's other people construct for themselves but this one hits like five of the boxes. How do people do this to themselves? it's such a bizarre way to act over media I genuinely do not believe is capable of stirring an emotional response the metaphysics of disability here are unintentionally really funny but disability is not a coherent ontological framework, it's a vague descriptor for literally thousands of different things none of which lend themselves to categorizing Moralizing over fiction is incredibly lame.
Liking harry potter is also incredibly lame, it's not morally wrong nor transphobic and you do not get to decide that lol. people literally do get "cured" of their disabilities all the time, many of them have a positive experience in doing so. this is not what eugenics is.
the anti abortion stuff lol
Literally how do you live like this? you guys don't even read real books I don't get it.
Archived version of the comment for posterity.
So yeah, lofl, block this fucker.
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