#this was in my drafts for over a year lol

[mariesmagix]

"𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧."

[golden brown; the stranglers]

˖° 𐙚  reader x knight!abby-anderson ; wlw

 ₊˚⊹ content; no y/n, angst/fluff (varies on spectrum), future smut

[sneakpeak/pre to a larger fic, if this launches well lol]

backstory; you're a princess, by blood, and you're to be declared to someone else in a short manner of time, which was entirely unprecedented-- to the both of you. abby is your devoted crownsguard, and personal knight, whom you've known since the age of 8. she doesn't want to cannot see you with anyone else.

NOTES; ok so this is like my first fic in a WHILEEE.... sooo... beware lol, but this has been gathering dust in my drafts so still dk if this will be a continued series but please do let me know in the comments or w/ anon if you think it should!! <3

It was a dark afternoon. Earlier Abby had commented that the weather 'was vociferous', indoors rather quiet, despite the rain pattering violently against the stained glass panes of the windows. The castle was cold-- tile floors unforgiving with the temperature as you slipped with grace from your vanity, hair neatly combed and styled up into a half-up, half-down sort of do. You readied yourself for a crown meeting this afternoon, which was in.. roughly an hour, you assumed, glancing at the large, ornate contraption of a clock across the room, gazing over the roman numerals sharply.

After powdering your face, and slipping on your heels to look presentable enough to address the councilmen and the crown advisor. You stood, gathering your skirt in two graceful hands, readying to open the door-- until, at the same time, knuckles rapped at the door. You turned the ornate, golden handle; met with your trusted guard, and Abigail's tall, towering gaze.

Despite her appearance, she had a rather warm expression, almost softening at the sight of you. "My princess," she began, looking at you with her sultry, deep, blue irises. "I've been sent to retrieve you, for the King and Queen's inquiry," Abigail smiled softly, you nodding to her words, "You're earlier than expected," You chuckled, and she returned your demeanor, looking at you almost with.. longing. "Better than late, no?" She humored, before reaching with an elbow to take your arm, like usual. You looped yours with hers in instinct, allowing her to escort you to the tearoom, where your parents sat soundly, awaiting your presence that they'd beckoned for.

Abigail pushed upon the handle of the ornate, floral decorated door, holding it open courteously for you, who walked in elegantly, curtsying in your parents' presence.

"We've something rather.. important, to discuss, before the council meeting this evening, darling." Your mother began, looking despondently at you. Your father; the king, chimed in, "You also, won't be attending the council meeting." He announced, and your brows furrowed together, lifting your head to make defiant eye contact with him. "..Why not? I've been present, every year, since I was of twelve." You frowned, clearly displeased, but looking upon your mother; hoping she'd speak out and take your side, all you could discern was her downcast expression. Clearly, this was something serious. Your father cleared his throat, settling in his throne and looking to you with a consequential guise.

"You'll be wed, coming this December."

He declared, your eyebrows going up in shock-- you'd only turned of eighteen three months ago; certainly, this was early. Now, you understood why Abby's demeanor was more solemn, than usual. Why she hadn't grinned stupidly at you like she normally did. You felt your world collide and crash, the crescendo of the atmosphere quickly pivoting to a nose-plant downwards. You barely remembered to breathe, inhaling deeply after finally reminding yourself, and all you could say was;

"...to whom?" You tried to reply, the tremble in your voice evident anyways. You glanced back at your trusted companion; who was standing uniform beside the door, looking at you shamefully-- with sorrow in her not as sultry, blue eyes. Your lower lip quivered, and you tried to maintain not a horribly sorrowful guise, although still looking to your parents like a kicked puppy.

DIVIDER CREDITS: @/olenvasynyt @bernardsbendystraws @/cafekitsune @/saradika

images sourced from pinterest

[arrowfleur]

A little Darlin’ fic draft for ya as an apology for my latest absence

Set during their early days on the channel aka their ‘suicide mission’

Also it’s unedited sorry I’m tired like, always lol

Tw: violence, injury

You shouldn’t have been shocked by it, the vampire had chosen to keep Quinns companionship for years, of course she was fucked in the head.

Pulling and slicing you apart like a ragdoll as you struggled to regain your footing. Not your best performance, but you made it out.

Keeping a weapon on you is only useful if you’ve got a good grip and God knows you’ve never been able to let go.

That vampire’s dagger protection had just as quickly become her undoing, as you’d shifted from under her grasp and unarmed her. Blindly punching and pulling as you quite literally fell apart.

A jagged cut down the entire length of your spine.

It was new. You had that to thank her for at least. That bruised ache across your body had become numb to you, boring almost. This, this stung like a bitch.

You’d tried to glue it. Reaching behind you to pull and stick your skin together like you were something out of a Tim Burton movie. Each time you joined your shoulder blades in search of healing, you just ended up ruining what had already been mended. Your flesh tearing apart over and over again despite your efforts to accomplish the opposite.

You weren’t sure where this tolerance to pain of yours had come from. You still remembered the first time you’d gotten sick without your mother there and although loathe to admit it, all you wanted was her side to nuzzle in and her sweet voice, however hoarse it had become over the years, to tell you it was all going to be okay. That the bad feeling would have an end.

Now, you couldn’t recognise yourself without hurt. Because that pain was the only thing keeping you present, keeping you from fading behind that flaming anger you’d tended since you were young.

The fever continued to creep up around you, an embrace. Not quite your mothers but as warm as it. A body’s way of telling one to slow down, only urging you further to figure out where to go next.

[star-centric]

Snapdragon (Deception, Grace) || Izuku

MEANING: “…In the language of flowers, snapdragons are said to represent both deception (perhaps tied to the notion of concealment) and graciousness. In some contexts, one snapdragon meaning relates to hiding one's true intentions or feelings.”

A/N: This was one of the fics that I was most excited to write about- I just love the concept of Villian Deku!!! Fun fact: one of my very first ever fics that I was going to post (years ago- not recent) was a Villain AU involving Dekusquad & Bakusquad- it’s still sitting in my drafts to this day lol but I always go back and reread what I wrote bc I love the idea

CW: gender neutral reader, AU, Reader and Deku are in their 20s, minor mentions of blood

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“I’m really sorry it had to come to this.”

Izuku sheepishly apologized, eyes casted downward. He continued on, but his words barely registered with you— everything was going blurry and sounded like it was underwater. Your ears were ringing, a sharp pain echoing from the side of your head. You also couldn’t get the metallic taste out of your mouth, spilling out from your lips.

It took a second for you to realize that your blood was coating the ground.

“You’ve always been so smart y’know? It’s one of the things I really admire about you— besides everything else of course!” He gushed, leaning over your body. He squatted down, wiping at your forehead making you weakly groan. He hummed, the same jasper-green eyes that would look at you so brightly now calculating your every move.

His gaze left you frozen and terrified.

You couldn’t understand how Izuku could do this— how he could stand over you so calmly after striking you with ease. Was he being brainwashed? Blackmailed? Was this another shapeshifter like Camie or the girl from the League of Villians? The Izuku you know wouldn’t have attacked you—

Izuku called your name, propping you up in his arms. The warmth he radiated did nothing to comfort you like it would before.

“You always want to see the good in people, even if there is none. That’s always been your flaw.”

He gently grabbed your chin snd tilted it up, “No one’s forcing me to do anything— I decided to do this on my own.” He answered, seeing the confusion dance across your face.

“W-why?” You croaked out.

There was a pause, and you saw something flicker in Izuku’s eyes— like he was excited.

“I wanted to.”

Those three words made the pit in your stomach grow worse.

“You weren’t suppose to find out this soon.” Izuku confessed, brushing your bruised lip with his thumb. “I still needed to get a few more things situated— your new room is almost done, and the others still needed to run a few trials on the new Nomus before they’re released. I could bring them back another body to test out a new quirk to hurry things up. Maybe I could use Shoji’s quirk or maybe even Amajiki’s…”

New Nomus? Your new room? The longer Izuku rambled on, the more the chill spread throughout your body. He was speaking so casually about killing your allies, your friends. And he was already planning on kidnapping you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, adrenaline now pumping— you couldn’t let him take you, and he couldn’t get away with this.

You shot your hand up, pushing him away. Your vision was hazy, but you could finally breathe again. If you could land a direct hit with your quirk, or even land a punch hard enough to get backup or even if you could scream—

A shooting pain erupted from the back of your neck.

Your heart throbbed, your throat felt like it closing up, and you could only choke out broken gasps. You fell to your knees wheezing and lightheaded. All while he looked on disappointed.

“I didn’t think it would take that long to kick in,” he muttered, taking his time to walk over to you, now back on the ground with stuttered breathing. “It’s uncomfortable for the first few minutes. You won’t be able to use your quirk— but don’t worry it’s not gone forever! It’s just temporary. Long enough for me to finish getting everything together without you causing any issues.”

Izuku had that same calculating look in his eyes, and you were convinced that he was enjoying seeing you like this. “And I even tried something new— if I did the dosage right, you should start to feel drowsy pretty soon…”

You tried to fight the wave of fatigue that shot over you, trying to crawl away— but you were starting to slow down, your body shutting down without your control. The dread was overcoming you, yet you couldn’t do anything— and that was horrifying. But you refused to give up.

“I’ll…stop you.” You wheezed out.

Izuku laughed, and you didn’t even feel him picking you up. He glanced down at you with a morbid look of admiration. “You won’t, but I can’t wait to see what you’ll try.”

The last thing you remember before your eyes closed was seeing a wispy violet portal, Izuku whispering that his— now yours— home will help foster your new relationship, whether you’ll want it to or not.

[tremendouskoalachild]

Wookiee Jedi: A History

Wookiees. Jedi. Wookiee Jedi. How could you not love them? I’ve decided to compile a hopefully exhaustive little list of all Wookiee Jedi in Star Wars, canon or not. They are ordered chronologically by their introduction and sorted by decade.

The 90s or: Lowbacca, a category of his own

The first Wookiee Jedi in Star Wars was Lowbacca, nicknamed Lowie, introduced in 1995. He was Chewbacca’s nephew and one of the principal characters in the Young Jedi Knights book series, where he trained as one of the students at Luke’s Jedi academy alongside Han and Leia’s kids. He remained a quite frequent side character in later books, especially the New Jedi Order series.

Lowbacca was literally and figuratively exiled in the Dark Nest trilogy (2005) after Lucas banned Wookiee Jedi (we’ll get to that). He did appear in books since then until the cancellation of the now-Legends timeline, although less frequently than before. His appearances in late-stage Legends content are usually related to Wookiees and Kashyyyk specifically, rather than as just another Jedi knight, and mostly reserved for Troy Denning’s novels. Important fact to know about Lowie: I love him.

The 2000s and The Ban

The early 2000s saw the introduction of several Wookiee Jedi, although always as very minor characters. The first one we need to discuss for completeness’ sake is, no joke, Unidentified Wookiee Jedi. We know next to nothing about them: they appear briefly in the background of a 2000 book as a student of the new Jedi Order. This is contemporary with Lowbacca’s time but due to other storylines we can rule out that this Jedi is him. I suppose you can decide for yourself whether this is a simple continuity error, or a random background character used to characterize the setting of Luke’s Order as a harmonious multispecies organization (while utilizing a well-known Star Wars alien species).

For more senior ��� and named – Jedi we have Master Tyvokka, member of the Council, introduced in 2001. He appears in the flashbacks of a single issue of the Republic comic line by John Ostrander, though he is mentioned in several following issues. He is technically canon despite only appearing in the old continuity due to a mention in reference to Plo Koon, who was his student in both continuities. I think he’s cool for the simple fact that he used a yellow lightsaber. We know Lucas was familiar with the Republic comics (he famously incorporated Aayla into the prequels) but it isn’t entirely clear how much of them he read.

Next we have RPG Wookiees. Master Kirlocca was a prequel-era Jedi in the campaign Living Force, which started in 2001 and concluded in 2007. He has appeared in many installments and supplementary materials of the campaign but never outside it. Living Force also “introduced” Wookiee Jedi Knight Vorlocca as a corpse players find in one of its adventures. Whatever, he counts. (the RPG also introduced Force-sensitive non-Jedi Wookiees named Kuce and Furellas, who is notable for being a lady.)

At some point in the early 2000s Lucas banned the introduction of more Force-sensitive Wookiees. Apart from Lowie this affected Hanharr, a member of your party and playable character in KOTOR II. The devs were supposedly not allowed to include the option of making him a Dark Jedi for this reason. When working on ROTS, concept artist Derek Thompson "wanted to try at least one Wookiee Jedi on the off chance that George would go for it. He didn't go for it."

The 2010s or: maybe we can get Wookiee Jedi again?

Quite possibly the most widely known on this list is Gungi, the first Wookiee Jedi we’ve seen on screen. He made his first appearance in a 2012 episode of The Clone Wars’ fifth season as one of the Jedi younglings gathering crystals for their lightsabers, in an arc that was at one point considered for its own spinoff. He has since also appeared in The Bad Batch season 2. His nature as a Wookiee Jedi is specifically referred to as rare by Huyang and since Lucas was still involved in making the show at that time we can assume he either went back on his distaste for furry Jedi by then, or wanted Gungi to be all the more unique.

Also in 2012 – suggesting Gungi’s introduction might have loosened the ban – we have another comic Jedi, Ruhr. More accurately, he was a Je’daii, a predecessor organization to the Order we know. He was part of the Dawn of the Jedi series, also by Ostrander for Dark Horse. That series ended 15 issues in because the comic rights were transferred to Marvel after the Disney sale, so no more Ruhr.

We also absolutely have to mention Kitmum. She (!) is not canon and never was – unlike the other books and comics discussed here her 2013 book was explicitly non-canonical even before the impending canon reboot of 2014. We love her for her outfit, teaching children how to exercise, and being the only girl Jedi on this list.

The 2020s and the High Republic, golden age for Wookiee Jedi fans

Star Wars publishing over the last several years was largely focused on the High Republic initiative, which is so far a great time for Jedi Wookiees (or, more accurately, for their fans – the Jedi are not doing so good), with more to come soon in The Acolyte, set in the same era.

The first and most prominent is Burryaga Agaburry, one of the principal characters in the adult novel trilogy in Phase I, introduced in Light of the Jedi (2021). He is both a POV character in his own right and the best friend of the main teenage Jedi in the adult novels, Bell Zettifar. Apart from the novels he appears in the audio drama Tempest Runner and is often mentioned or shown in the background of many other High Republic projects. He is also one of the characters most often depicted in children’s media of the era, probably due to his adorable cuddly appearance. His fate in the wake of Phase I’s ending was a major cliffhanger leading into Phase III, leaving the readers hanging for over a year and a half. You love Burry.

The other major Wookiee Jedi in the High Republic multimedia project is Arkoff, technically first introduced in the same book as Burry due to a single mention of his name in a list of notable Jedi. He is the teacher of Lily, herself the protagonist of the Edge of Balance manga, and appears more notably in the manga’s prequel volume set 150 years earlier during Phase II. Ah, the advantages of Wookiee life expectancy.

2023 saw the introduction of Krrsish, an initiate in the flashback sections of the Yoda comic. He has a hard time.

The first Wookiee Jedi in live action is set to be Kelnacca in The Acolyte. He is played by Joonas Suotamo, the actor who took over the role of Chewie for Solo and TROS. He’s also getting a comic one-shot by Cavan Scott later this year!

I can't wait to meet him.

[justwannabecat]

“Yeah, see, the Anti-Ecto Acts are even more troubling than ‘inciting war with the Realm of the Dead and all its gods’ level.” Phantom began. “It affects the living, even outside of that.”

Constantine huffed, but didn’t disagree. Bruce could only guess what he was thinking.

“At least, from what Clockwork taught me,” Phantom continued, and that made Constantine snap to attention, “ectoplasm is just kind of… There. Floating around in the background, but at such a low level that it doesn’t usually manifest. But it’s still there, and it functions kind of like radiation: just being around it might cause you to develop liminality.”

“Liminality?” Bruce asked. Phantom shrugged.

“Any side effects you would notice are only caused by high levels of exposure, nothing like this low-level radiation. But, well… Ectoplasm is both attracted to emotions and attracted by emotions. And ectoplasm heightens emotions, too. The fact that the human race has been alive so long, evolved to feel more complex emotions, it’s because the ectoplasm bonded enough with humanity to allow that. Humans achieved sentience because they could feel enough to determine they existed. Without ectoplasm, slowly those emotions will fade. And…” Phantom hesitated.

“…I can’t say that humanity will become nonsentient once again, not for sure. But I can say that you will slowly, generation by generation, lose the feelings you have now.”

[gladerscake]

The Maze Runner x Text Posts

[okartichoke]

ace avian. that’s what we’re calling this 🗣️🗣️🗣️

please let me know if you have any thoughts or suggestions or input or anything! i’m happy to bounce ideas around (i'll post DL-6 someday soon i swear)

link to masterpost || explations below cut

shoutout to the anon who sent in that ask bc i seriously fell in love with blue jay phoenix. SHOUTOUT TO TAKAHE PHOENIX TOO THO takahe phoenix, you will forever be in my heart and im glad you existed <3333,, (maybe in this au he’s got some loving adoptive takahe parents :3) (YKNOW WHAT YEAH that’s canon now)

but yeah, flight-avoidant jay phoenix still lends itself well to the common-man hardworking underdog vibe i want from him. speaking of flight-avoidant...

Phoenix's relationship with flying:

It's a bit complicated. Basically, Phoenix can fly, but he historically chooses not to. From the lack of any practice, he's an INCREDIBLY weak flier. (That hovering is really all he can manage)

For one, he's still afraid of heights. Can't help that. This fear means he was less inclined to practice flying, which made him a weaker flier. And being a weaker flier, in turn, made his fear of heights worse. And so on, in a loop. With flightless parents too (it's canon now it's canon), there's even less of a reason to learn to fly. At some point, not flying might've even become something he stuck with out of stubbornness lol, knowing Phoenix.

(I will soon be making a couple small world building posts, but) flying isn't necessary to get around in their society. Convenient, sure, but Phoenix realized he could make do without, and so he did. Phoenix, you icon. Slay. 💅💅

i know this probably isn't the popular take with wing AUs??, but Phoenix being flightless (or at least semi-flightless) sounded like a really fun take on the idea to me. His name is irony at its peak. I also look forward to exploring how other characters react to him not flying. The prosecutors are going to have so many cheap insult opportunities.

As I mentioned though, he still uses his wings a LOT, though. He's much more emotive with them than most people. His sarcastic inner-dialogue remarks are also betrayed by his wings lmao

I also imagine bird-folk never really invented bikes (riding would just be annoying with their wings, plus bikes aren't fast/efficient enough to outweigh just flying), so instead, Phoenix gets around on a little wing-powered scooter device (like scootaloo lol) (they're usually made for children who can't fly yet, but Phoenix still uses one)

finally, wow, stellar jay’s are quite literally just phoenix wright as a bird lmao? color scheme, hair, it’s uncanny. give it a pink tie and it just is Phoenix Wright, i used a blue jay since they’ve got a bit more striking wings but wow.

(ty again for the support and for reading my essay ! :3)

one more thing, but @kora-kat YES YES YES this. ^^^^ omg THIS. this is still true even though he's a jay now.

[snarkspawn]

Oh look, it's that time of the year again :'D (how tf did that happen??) Anyway, hm. Mental health-wise this year was the worst in quite some time for me, so for some months I literally only had one, maybe two finished pieces to choose from. BUT on the plus side I'm fairly happy with most of the drawings I did finish, so that's good! I'll just focus on that, and on all the things I still want to improve on in the future. Here's to hoping 2025 will be less rough, and a little kinder, to all of us :)

On that note I wish all of you a wonderful end of the year and a great start into 2025! Thank you so, so much for coming with me on my art journey, for liking and reblogging, and for leaving nice comments and messages! You make it all worth it and I appreciate the hell out of you, whether you've been following me for ages or only just got here 💜 mwah!

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)

[batedible]

"i'm gay" "i'm trans" oh yeah? well i wish you could be kissed, jane???? because i would beg just one off you???? under all this?????

[lemongogo]

viktor prev 🤖

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Do you use AI generators to compile or scrape this information?

no

[suchine-toki]

Top 10 Gintaka moments

(Arranged chronologically because it was too difficult to choose. Spoilers ahead.)

1. Takasugi's laugh

After many encounters challenging the dojo, Gintoki sees Takasugi laugh for the first time, which becomes a core memory of his, a symbol of how things used to be and what he wants to preserve (ch. 517).

2. The promise

Surrounded by enemies, Takasugi asks Gintoki why he decided to join the war, to which Gintoki replies that, like him, it was not for a noble cause. At this, Takasugi recognizes that the two are good-for-nothing warriors, but asks Gintoki to take care of their sensei in case he dies. Likewise, Gintoki asks Takasugi to stay alive (ch. 516).

3. Gintoki's tears

Right after their sensei's death, Takasugi furiously runs towards Gintoki until, for a split second, he sees him crying. This becomes the last thing he saw with his left eye, a core memory that reminds him of the pain and grief they experienced (ch. 520).

4. Reunion at the festival

After 10 years of not seeing each other, Takasugi sneaks up behind Gintoki and threatens him with his sword, commenting on how easy it was and that he has become weak. He also tells him about his plan to kill the Shogun, claiming that within him there is a black beast that seeks revenge. At the same time, he confronts Gintoki for looking away from the past, making him unable to understand his feelings. To this, Gintoki responds that it's a shame that he underestimated him, which can be read in both a physical and emotional sense. It's assumed that they separate without another word (chs. 30-31).

5. They were the same

During a conversation with Nobume, Oboro asks her if Gintoki and Takasugi look like their sensei, to which she answers no, that the true resemblance was between them, since both had eyes full of sadness. As she says that, Gintoki and Takasugi can be seen passing each other, but only the former turns around to check that the latter is gone. It's worth mentioning that Gintoki warned Takasugi to be careful if he saw him walking down the street in chapter 97, but in the end he decided to not do anything (ch. 398).

6. Confession and realization

After their fight, with both of them on the floor, tired and full of injuries, Takasugi opens up to Gintoki about his suffering. He confesses to him that his face was the last thing he saw before losing his left eye, how devastating it was to see him cry, and the enormous survivor's guilt he feels, because he understands how much Gintoki loved Shouyo. To this, Gintoki responds that he didn't choose him, but simply knew what was important to theirsensei, thus lifting the burden from Takasugi's shoulders. Not only that, but Gintoki also confesses that, despite everything, he continues to see him as a fellow disciple of the Shouka Sonjuku and a comrade, whose soul he will protect (ch. 520).

7. Sword exchange

After a long coma, Takasugi awakens in Rakuyo and throws his sword to save Bansai. Likewise, Gintoki launches his bokuto to save Shinpachi, leaving them both unarmed. This is when they decide to take each other's sword and protect what is important to the other, reinforcing the message that a sword is made to protect the soul, and on other occasions that it even embodies it. Afterwards, they pass through hordes of enemies in order to see each other again, defending the other from an imminent attack and retrieving their weapon while locking eyes and making snarky remarks (ch. 573).

8. Pep talk

While everyone on Earth seems defeated, Gintoki hears a familiar voice over the radio. Hundreds of kilometers, far up in space, Takasugi tells him that they have everything under control and encourages him to continue fighting. Likewise, Gintoki assures him that on his side they haven't lost yet, and playfully encourages him, asking if he has already been reduced to junk. Despite being injured, Takasugi tells him to be ready when he comes for him, to which Gintoki smiles (ch. 650).

9. Let's rescue sensei

The greatest tragedy in Takasugi's life is not only the death of his teacher, but also that Gintoki had to be the one to kill him. Aware that he has little left to live, he admits that now he can be a little more honest with what he really wants to do. After fighting Gintoki as a way to punish himself, he's now able to recognize that he wishes to fight alongside him, while also wanting to alleviate his suffering by sharing the burden of his actions that day. Upon hearing this, the serious expression on Gintoki's face turns to astonishment at being able to achieve mutual understanding and once again have a common goal that is deeply personal to both of them (ch. 682).

10. Born under the same star

While Gintoki's eyes reflect the despair he feels at having to strike Takasugi's body, he remembers their childhood together. Gintoki fought very hard to protect everyone, but Takasugi fought even harder to protect him, and although Gintoki was definitely not ready to lose him, Takasugi was content with the idea that he had prevented him from killing their sensei once more. Knowing that he has little time left, it's Gintoki's turn to be more sincere. He embraces Takasugi and reassures him, acknowledging that he did indeed manage to protect him and that he wished they could have drunk together more often. But Takasugi tells Gintoki he doesn't want to hear him like this and he asks him not to send him off with a sad face. Mustering willpower, Gintoki smiles and tells him to wait for him in hell, which becomes the last sight from Takasugi's right eye as he smiles back before dying. No longer able to restrain his emotions, Gintoki weeps as he watches the sunset (ch. 703).

Part (1) (2) (3) (4) (Bonus)

[yellobb]

So like…. Yall remember when the met gala theme was catholic stuff? Crowley would’ve eaten that shit right up

[agenderduck]

This is one of many posts I have planned on electricity. For this post specifically, I’m touching on the lack of autonomy the puppets have, and the unhealthy coping mechanisms and regression they fall into. If you listen closely, duck and red are talking about stain edwards, specifically how they had been used as a replacement for duck, in the background while yellow is preparing to climb the staircase. Considering the bigger boys actions later on in the episode, this feels more significant than just a joke or a piece of background dialogue (it probably is, just bear with me for the sake of over analysis). It’s a detail I don’t see brought up often, but an interesting one nonetheless. Not just because it’s funny, but because it serves as insight for what’s to come. This conversation is barely audible as yellow stares up into the black abyss above him. A divide between the trio is set up here, they are not on the same page. As yellow scales the staircase, base level red and duck fiddle with electricity. Theres a lack of care for the objects, or even living things around them showcasing that have that potential to do worse like the big and bigger boys. On a smaller scale, yes, but there’s a colder quality to the scene. Electracy warns them that what they’re doing is too much, but they are ignored. This ultimately leads to the power outage, spurred on by the two’s reckless over usage of electricity

The limited use of technology, and by contrast overconsumption is intentional, as it showcases a real lack of freedom. The puppets are stuck in a cycle regardless of what they do. They desperately want to feel in control of something even if it’s trivial. When they’re not doing that, the trio find themselves waiting for things like having access to a computer once a year. It’s worth noting that Colin is an older model of computer, as is pretty much every other piece of technology in the house. Interestingly, the trio do actually own a laptop, which is a lot more modern in appearance. They are never seen doing anything with it however. The few things that do take on a more modern appearance are either unusable or serve as a distraction. So the choice of duck having a hand held device in the void feels significant. It’s almost like a reminder to the audience that in theory, knowledge is right outside of their grip but they will never have it. Everything they do is limited.

The fridge scene is a rare moment where we see the puppets speak their genuine feelings, no strings attached. Not at all one sided or hollow. Duck and Red sit beside each other in the fridge scene knowing this is not something they’re allowed to have, but you can tell they want to scoot closer. They live in an unforgiving routine where the mere act of looking at each other feels like rebellion. They’re something more tangible and warm than their bigger counterparts, even if through skin made of cheap felt and faux fur. Compare this to the cold emptiness of the big and bigger boys and how duck and red seem to grow further apart despite always being paired together. Even if they’re sitting at a similar length in both rooms, the bigger boys seem to be magnetically pulled apart rather than together. The big boys sit side by side with their limbs tangled, in defiance maybe, but they don’t question their environment anymore and the walls have gotten smaller. The bigger boys live in a pseudo- futuristic prison. They have become the technology seen being fiddled with before. They play into each other’s antics, but lack any real emotion which greatly upsets yellow once he comes across them. He watches as they poke and prod at a suspiciously stain edwards shaped hunk of meat as their only source of entertainment, thinking that this is as good as it gets. Technology prodding at flesh. A parallel between Stain Edwards and the puppets can be drawn here.

Stain Edwards, in their initial appearance clearly craves more in life, but their sole purpose is to be moldable, to be shaped into anything the hands that grasp them want them to be. The trio are the same way, though they don’t know it. They’re obviously not aware of their true situation, but each of them have their own level of awareness, albeit in different areas, but that’s a different post for a different time. Red and duck comply and mold to their environments out of fear, a fear of losing that false sense of control. So, the bigger boys become the perpetrators of violence. They let bitterness consume them until they’re unrecognizable. Their egos get the better of them, fully encompassing them and leaving nothing but mechanical empty husks behind. Red and Duck are tricked into believing they’re in control, when in reality they’ve dug themselves into an even deeper hole than before. They expect yellow to join them, as this is just the way things are, and this horrifies him. Here before him are creatures that sound vaguely like his friends but in a completely unrecognizable form. Ultimately, no matter what form they take on, yellow’s urge to search for answers will always scare them. Yellow’s batteries means change, and change means bad things will happen. No more false sense of control. Yellow literally has his awareness stolen from him time and time again through his batteries. Without them, not only can’t he properly articulate himself, but he also can’t remember what happened before.

Yellow loves his friends, he knows that they’re flawed, and he can’t help but scale back down the staircase time and time again to help them. They’re all he has. He knows that they’re smart to an extent, but is that enough? Will they be able to handle it this time? I think he knows the answer to this already, though he desperately wants it not to be true. He knows that it’s not their fault that they get like this, but also maybe it is. Because truthfully the two like to let it get worse. Yellow sees the good in Duck and red and he wants them to do better, even if his efforts are in vain. Because the puppets do not have autonomy. He shreds the book because he can’t bear a reality where his friends don’t love him, but also because that’s where his strings are pulling him to begin with. He looks to duck as he does so knowing it will make him happy, as if to say he’s not wrong anymore. All he ever wants is to please him. Truthfully, that book had nothing that could truly help them , as such a thing doesn’t exist. Still there’s that small thought in the back of his mind that it could, and ultimately he chooses his friends over knowledge every time. It was never his choice to begin with. It was inevitably going to end this way, and a small part of yellow knows that, even if he can’t express it. The puppets are prisoners here, prisoners to another prisoner. She too participates in the same routines everyday, she too has strings that hold her back, but that’s a post for another day.

[buriedunderdaffodils]

alright let's get our ducks in a row here - you have issues with superiority and inferiority, you have low empathy, and urges to manipulate the people around you with the end goal of being worshipped, some pretty standard pointers toward NPD. but since you make an effort not to be manipulative it's probably not NPD. you're too nice to be a narcissist. you don't even have low empathy, you're too nice to have low empathy, people with low empathy are cruel. you're also too shy for an NPD diagnosis - probably AVPD instead. of course, AVPD is basically just covert narcissism, you're still allowed to be bitter about no one recognizing your superiority but you're clearly too timid to ever act on it. pushover. of course we also have to look at the possibility for BPD because frankly you're acting - cough - excuse me - a little fucking hysterical. and, let's see, you were worried about NPD yes? well since your birth certificate says F it's much more likely that you have Crazy Emotional Clingy Bitch Disorder rather than Power Hungry Abusive Asshole disorder. may or may not explain the severe social anxiety and obsessive fear of rejection, though, could be a BPD fear of abandonment, but maybe that is AVPD, not narcissism though you're too nice. you're soooo nice.

anyway have you looked into an ADHD diagnosis? people with ADHD have Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, but this is unique to ADHD, it's different than avoidant rejection sensitivity because avoidants learned to be scared of rejection and ADHDers are just, idk, just kinda like that for no discernible reason. plus you've mentioned those concentration issues! then again that could be the autism you mentioned already being diagnosed with - now, do you struggle to focus on things that don't interest you, or do you struggle to focus on things that aren't interesting to you? pick one. quickly. hmm well okay that could be either ADHD or autism. guess we shouldn't jump to conclusions just yet. do you struggle with socializing, perhaps see yourself as socially inept? ah, yes? to the degree you avoid socializing most of the time? okay, well how low is your empathy? this time i mean your ability to understand other people's feelings rather than whether or not you're an asshole. pretty low? yeah, typical autistic struggle.

but before i make a diagnosis, let me check your chart again - oh, schizophrenia? huh. well, that could ALSO explain the poor concentration and social issues. you're also depressed though, aren't you? then i wonder whether it's schizophrenia and depression or actually depressive type schizoaffective disorder, which is essentially when you have schizophrenia and depression, but your psychotic symptoms aren't exclusive to depressive episodes, which would be psychotic depression. you clearly don't have that though you crazy idiot. haha. that said though, i don't think you actually have schizoaffective OR schizophrenia either, your pattern of psychotic episodes doesn't sound like the constant lunacy of those big time schizos. maybe schizotypal personality disorder? mm. no. you have autism, which means you can't be diagnosed with STPD, because the autism explains enough. your psychotic episodes make you more schizophrenic - sorry, schizoaffective - than schizotypals anyway though. have you considered BPD? it can actually cause transient stress related psychotic symptoms and you can get that diagnosis while still being autistic! as we all know, borderlines are out of touch with reality.

plus BPD includes rapidly shifting perceptions of yourself and dissociative symptoms, and i knowww you were wondering about a DID or maybe OSDD diagnosis but i just don't think you're traumatized enough for that. and i know dissociative disorders so very often include amnesia around trauma, and i know you explicitly told me you don't remember much of your early life, much less your current day to day life, but i'll be honest, i just don't believe that your "alters" are actually distinct enough to count as individual people. i'm choosing to ignore that your switches are noticeable by other people because i don't want to acknowledge it. i think you have BPD. try to be one of the good ones.