#those are two very separate things so you do have to reflect on your situation and how youre ACTUALLY being treated in reality

[juni-ravenhall]

if you have really bad anxiety or feel really negative a lot of the time in some way or other please get on medication

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

bloody hands. l Joel Miller

Summary:  he didn't expect to find you in such a state

Warnings:  angst, but with a lot of sad moments, guns, knife and blood, two dead bodies, allusion to rape, nervous breakdown

A/N: I had a certain scene in mind and I really wanted to create something around it. something like this came out. scribbles. but I hope you'll be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

and once I wrote that, the thought grew in me to give these two something more... and now i'm unsure what to do with it next. help?

short stories from life. [masterlist]

The sound of the shot echoed through the building and Joel felt a shiver run through his body. He sped up and quickly climbed the next stairs, then headed down the corridor where he could hear the sounds of scuffling and Ellie's screams. Fingers tightened around the handle of the rifle, he pushed the door with his shoe and for a moment he didn't know what was happening.

Ellie was sitting against the wall with terror in her eyes. The body of one of the men was lying on the floor, and the other...

"Shit!" Joel hissed, lowering the barrel of the rifle.

You were breathing heavily, trying to fill your lungs with oxygen. You were still holding the knife in your clenched, bloody hand, sitting astride the body of the other man. Thick blood flooded the floor beneath him, his clothes were soaked in it.

"Hey, it's me."

Terrified eyes found Joel's face, you tried to brush your hair away from your face, but you stained it even more with the man's blood. It seemed that you weren't hurt so Miller quickly looked towards the girl squeezed against the wall.

"Are you okay?"

Ellie nodded and stood up "Those pricks tried to..."

She didn't have to finish. Joel quickly noticed the mess your clothes were in, the unfastened belt buckle on your pants - he knew what could have happened and a shiver ran down his spine again.

"It's over." he choked out and held out his hand to help you up "Let's get out of here."

Despite the daze you were in, you stood up efficiently and quickly gathered your things. You all wanted to leave this cursed place as soon as possible and return to Jackson. A few days of travel separated you from your destination, but at that moment everything seemed to be even further away.

It was already getting dark outside when you managed to find an empty small house near a stream. Joel checked the place out before sinking into the dusty couch with relief. Every muscle in his body ached, and his stomach was increasingly demanding food.

Ellie's footsteps echoed silently across the floor as she visited empty rooms. Joel noticed you after a moment when you brought a bucket of water into the house.

"I want to wash this off myself." You said quietly, seeing his questioning look. Your hands and face were still smeared with dried blood.

"Do you need help? We will eat something soon." he said, but you just shook your head.

"I'm not hungry, thank you." and you quietly closed the bathroom door behind you.

This evening was different, he could clearly feel it. You joined them only after some time, still saying that you weren't hungry, you sat on the couch, pulling your legs up and wrapping yourself in an old blanket. There were no evening conversations between you and Ellie, although the girl tried to pull you in, you were strangely absent.

Joel saw it all, he knew you so well. You had walked together not only many miles, but also many dangerous situations. This time, however, everything was different, and that worried him.

He didn't know what had woken him up in the night and only after a short while did he realize that it was the splash of water and... crying. 

He looked around the dark room, Ellie was fast asleep on the couch, but your place was empty. Joel threw off the blanket and quietly made his way towards the bathroom, the door was ajar. 

The night was cloudless and the moonlight reflected off the once white tiles, dimly illuminating the interior. First he saw your clothes thrown somewhere on the floor, and after a moment...

"Sweet Jesus." he whispered, slipping inside and closing the door behind him.

You were sitting naked in a bathtub half filled with water. The water was freezing cold, because Joel could clearly see how you were shaking, but it could also have been intensified by the crying.

"What are you doing here, sweetie?" he whispered, crouching by the edge and placing his hand on your back, "Fuck, you're so cold. Get out of here."

Your arms were wrapped around your knees, your damp hair was sticking to your face, and you were still sobbing quietly.

"I can't wash it off, Joel..." you groaned, your throat hurting so much that you could barely say the next words, "My hands... I can still see it..."

He took your icy hands in his warm ones, "They're clean, look. How long have you been sitting here? You shouldn't… Come on, I'll help you."

"But my hands..."

"Sweetie, everything's fine. You're fine. C'mon." He grabbed you carefully by the waist, noticing with despair how cold you were, you must have been sitting in the water for a long time.

He noticed an old towel on the floor and quickly wrapped it around you. Your body was shaking, but you didn't seem to feel it. All of this made Joel feel even more afraid for you. He didn't expect this, he didn't expect you to snap at such a moment. But maybe it awaits everyone sooner or later?

This was surprising to him. You were always tough, you didn't lose your cool quickly and Joel was sure that when you said "I've got your back." you always did it right. Now, however, he held in his arms such a fragile version of you that his heart broke with each of your quickened breaths.

This wasn't something you deserved, certainly not you. You grounded him, helped him not to go crazy. He probably never told you how important you were to him, how your presence soothed his heart and mind. How much he liked it when you fell asleep and your head fell lightly on his shoulder, how he felt more confident when you grabbed his hand. You always did it at the perfect moment, when fear began to take control of his body. Your fingers would intertwine tightly with his and then you would take control.

"You're shaking all over." he mumbled as he sat down on the floor with you, his hands rubbing your shoulders hard. "Why did you come here?"

Doe eyes found him, your eyelids were red from crying. "I couldn't sleep." you whispered. "I could still feel him on me. His breath, his hands, and then his blood... I was so scared."

"I know, I know..."

"I wasn't afraid for myself, but for Ellie." Joel swallowed hard. "I couldn't... She didn't deserve this. She shouldn't have seen this."

Strong hands grabbed your face tenderly. "You saved her. You did what you had to."

"I slaughtered them like pigs, Joel..." you groaned, your voice breaking. "What kind of person am I? I'm no different from them. I didn't expect something like this to be inside me... I'm scared, Joel."

He knew exactly what you were talking about. It was something he had been pushing out of his head for years, and in the meantime you had cracked. You were made from different, better clay.

"Listen to me." he finally spoke, his thumbs tenderly stroking your cheeks. "You're a good person, but sometimes you have to do bad things to save the ones you love, right? Don't blame yourself for this, you had no other choice. If it weren't for you, you'd both be dead by now." you closed your eyes as if his words were soothing you "We've been through so much together. I know what you're like, you're definitely not a bad person. You're good...and gentle...caring... and sensitive...understanding...patient..."

"Please..."

“I wish I could meet you in better times." he added quietly "I'd gladly take you to a cozy restaurant, or to the cinema to see some terrible movie."

You quietly burst out laughing, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He wasn't lying.

Joel had long imagined how it all could have looked if nothing bad had happened, if your paths had crossed at a different moment and time. These dreams, however, were pushed far to the fringes of his mind, because they gave him nothing more than a sense of injustice and helplessness.

"I can't imagine you in a place like that." You said quietly.

"I definitely wouldn't take a gun there, you know." He snorted, and you smiled. "But everything else... I think I could surprise you."

"You think so?" His hands slid down, one of them now lying loosely on your thigh, stroking it lightly, the other brushing wet strands of hair away from your face. "I think I like the idea. It seems so...safe."

"I'll do anything to keep you safe. You know that, right?"

You nodded. "I guess I should get dressed. If Ellie woke up and found us like this..."

"Right, right." You both stood up from the floor, and you reached for your clothes. "If you need help..."

"Thank you, Joel. You've done a lot already."

A weak smile appeared on your face, but he knew it was costing you a lot. So he left, letting you get dressed in peace.

A strange feeling filled his heart the moment he lay back down, in his already cold spot. He felt a small spark of happiness and hope when he held you in his arms, but at the same time anger and sadness that you could only dream of such nice moments together. The world had taken everything you could have had together, and you could only dream of it on the cold tiles of a dirty bathroom in a house in the middle of nowhere. It was so unfair.

Quiet footsteps announced that you had returned to the room, and after a moment you laid down next to Joel.

"Feeling better?" he asked in a whisper, you nodded "If you need anything..."

"Can you hug me? Just for a moment, please..."

It wasn't a request, just a plea. Joel mumbled a quiet "C'mere." and after a while he felt your body next to his. He clung to your back, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist. But your hand found his again, your fingers intertwined and you brought it closer to your face, kissing the top of it.

"Thank you, Joel. For everything." You whispered.

And he buried his face in your hair, squeezing his eyes shut. He kissed your head and deep in his heart he regretted that this was all he could give you. And you deserved so much more.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[bigskydreaming]

Every Nightwing writer of the last fifteen years: I've taken the guy famous for being regarded as one of the most competent and capable nonsuperhuman heroes of his generation, literally legendary for being one of the only ones every single other hero would not only drop everything to go help but that also pretty much every hero would love to have on speed dial to get HIS help in most any situation ever, and I've either completely isolated him and estranged him from every single member of his family and community, or I've enmeshed him so thoroughly with his family and community to the extent that literally none of the stories in his solo title would be capable of existing without their presences, they're that fundamental to the arcs and more integral to the solutions than he is himself. But why stop there?

I've ALSO taken the guy famous for personally crafting his two most iconic superhero identities, Robin and Nightwing, with the first being made so fundamental and integral to the superhero landscape by him, it became one of the most iconic legacy mantles in the DC Universe. And the second being so larger than life and associated with safety and security and meaning so much to so many people that even complete strangers can not fathom a world without Nightwing anymore and rush to fill the void any time he's not around, the figure of Nightwing is considered that ESSENTIAL. And I've stripped him of his basic sense of identity and autonomy either as a literally faceless and nameless spy or a literally masked and nameless Talon or else taken away his memories or blah blah blah in myriad other ways made it impossible for him to BE the figure who famously turned his sense of identity into not one but two separate icons forever stamped onto the superhero landscape and leaving their marks in untold ways, because what is the guy famous for his sense of identity without....his sense of identity? Just a guy!

Haha! I've done it! I've deconstructed Dick Grayson!

Me: You literally the fuck have not. That is not how deconstruction works. NONE of this is how any of that works. You sound so dumb right now. What did you accomplish, what was any of it for. What insights did it deliver, what did it reveal that was previously unknown about Dick Grayson when he was in the costume or possessed of his usual skillsets that couldn't be known until all of that was stripped away from him? How was he changed by any of these experiences or was he just reset to his default mode at the end of each one and then shoehorned into the next contortion before any actual reflection upon or development from all the preceding events was made possible? What do we know about Dick Grayson, what is new about him, what essential Dick Grayson-isms have been woven into the character due to your work, or did you simply change the set dressings over and over while repeating the same beats and intoning, Huzzah, A Dramatic Transformation Happens Before Your Very Eyes!

Every Nightwing writer of the last fifteen years: No, see, I don't think you get it. My work was transformative. I proved that if you take away Dick Grayson's friends, his superhero speed dial, his memories, his acrobatics, his name, his agency, his literal everything that makes him who he is.....he's just some guy. All those things are what define him! That's who Dick Grayson is!

Me: Right. The friends and colleagues who would all drop everything to help him or pick him as their first choice to Phone A Friend when in crisis because....he's Dick Grayson. His memories of....being Dick Grayson. The acrobatics that are synonymous with....Dick Grayson. The agency that famously lets him rebuild a sense of self and formidable will no matter how many times he's been brainwashed or mentally fucked with because at his core, below the surface of all those manipulations he remains....Dick Grayson. His literal everything that made Robin and Nightwing who and what they came to be known for....because of what he, Dick Grayson, imbued those mantles with to make them iconic in the first place. Yup. You really nailed it. At the end of the day he really is....just some guy. Your insights are just stunning. Incomparable. The stuff of legends. Gosh we'll miss your work but it'll definitely forever be remembered in the Writing Hall Of Fame for being absolutely fundamental to the characterization of.....Just Some Guy, I guess?

[galaxyedging]

You asked for it @magneticecstasy @missredherring @yorksgirl @inkededucatednnerdy

I take no responsibility for this fic. I didn't even proofread it.

Reed Richards x f!reader.

Warnings: Smut and powers and weird smut. Also, peer pressure. It's not in the fic. I'm just a sucker for it.

F is for...

The dirty bass line of Pony thunks through the thin walls of your changing room for what feels like the millionth time. It is a classic.

“Hey. That shady guy is back. How much does he pay you? It must be a lot, if he won't even take his hat and shades off in the club. You can't even see his face. Who knows what's under there.” Gina doesn't stop for an answer or stop picking through your things for the perfume of yours that she likes to steal.

Before you can process Gina is gone and all that is left in her place is a cloud of pilfered floral mist. The reflection in the mirror that looked so pleasing a few moments ago now is all wrong. Your hair needs to be tied back. The sequins and jewellery have to go. The high heels too. You don’t want to risk hurting your highest paying client. While you're at it, you remove the make up you'd layered on for the stage. He doesn't seem to go in for all that. He seems like he wants a girl he can take home to meet his folks. Which is probably why he ended up in here in the first place. It's the last place on earth you would find his type of girl, so it stands to reason it's the best place for him to hide.

“Hi. Did Gina tell you that you have someone waiting?” Adele fills the doorway of the dressing room.

Adele has been the manager for the past year. She's five foot nothing, all curved and attitude. She needs every ounce of it to keep the staff in check. Not one person here has a dad who didn't come back from buying milk or any substance abuse issues or any of those bullshit reasons to work the pole that people use to look down on dancers. They are here because they want to be. The pay is good for the hours. It fits around schooling and building other careers.

Days like this though you wonder if it's worth the pay. With Adele standing impatiently, you'd changed and made your way to room six, the one she'd told you, your regular was waiting in. He paid well and his request wasn't that weird considering his…situation. Slowly opening the door, the sleeve of his brown trench coat came into view. It always amused you that he thought that thing made him look less conspicuous. With the fedora and the shades he might as well have a neon sign about his head saying ‘I am hiding something.’

‘Hi, Reed.’ You greet him once the door is firmly closed behind him.

‘Hi.’ His posture relaxes once the door is locked and you two are alone, he even takes his hat and sunglasses off.

“How's your research going?” You hang up his hat and return for his coat.

“It's going.” You've learned that that's what passes for humour with Reed.

He's very straight laced even when things get…heated. It's all enjoyed with an under current of restraint.

“What would you like today? A regular dance…” you glance toward the pole “....or your special dance?” You come to sit beside him.

Reed was always a little timid at first. Once he was relaxed, he was confident and in control, he just needed a moment to acclimate.

“I'd like my dance, please, but…can I ask you something first?” His brown eyes study your for any hint of discomfort.

“Sure.” You shrug, you don't have to answer him. Besides, it's Reed, he'll probably just ask you about college.

“When you dance for me, do you feel that I appreciate it? That I'm present?” It's a genuine enough question. Only with your knowledge gleaned for Buzzfeed articles did you know that it was more than likely to do with his wife asking for a separation. If the rumours are true, he'd been even more obsessed with his research since that accident that gave them their powers.

Against your wishes, your heart clenches. “I do and you are very present, Reed.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “Thank you. I try and I do. Appreciate you, I mean. Sometimes my brain just won't shut off and these powers make my body feel…I don't know…needy?”

Years of training your face to not get you in trouble snap in place and stop the smile that threatens of Reed feeling horny without his wife and his first logical solution is to buy some relief.

“Well, what do you need now, Reed?” You perch on the edge of the sofa with your legs crossed, making sure he gets a good view of everything you have to offer in your tiny cutout bathing suit. “The usual?”

Reed nods eagerly and his hands practically fly to his belt buckle. In fact they go so fast that they fly past his belt buckle and stretch out another couple of feet in front of him.

“Sorry.” His sheepish smile is endearing as he wills his hands to return to their normal size.

“It's alright. Why don't we skip the foreplay tonight? You seem ready to go.” You couldn't help but notice the tent in Reed’s pants before he’d even ‘let it out’.

“Yes, please.” Reed sighs as he tugs out his already impressive cock.

As it is, it's long, thick, cut with a slight curve. It makes your mouth water but there is no way you are taking it in your mouth, or anywhere else with Reed’s current predicament. Speaking of, his cock begins to stretch. The girth doesn't change but the length is slowly rising. Even with the extra weight of the new inches, Reed is still hard and standing to attention. Eventually, three foot of cock sways before him.

Remembering that you are supposed to be a professional, you snap out of your gawking to get the lube and press play on your track. The first notes of ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’ play as you straddle Reed’s thighs and pour a generous amount of lube over your chest and torso. As the song really gets going you shuffle closer to him, pressing your barely clothed pussy against his balls and start to grind to the beat. Reed whimpered at the contact. Normally you would tease him for more of those sounds but today you take pity on him. Looking him straight in the eye you lean forward to run your tongue up a section of his shaft. He tastes clean yet musky. It makes you determined to catch as much of his cum as you can in your mouth even if it does prove difficult.

“Again, please?” Reed pants while his hands find your hips.

He really is worked up today. Usually he allows a bit of teasing. He understands the concept of delayed gratification. He usually only takes control near the end. “Reed? Do you want me to make you come quicker today?”

“Yes but only if you do too. I want to feel you.” Reed is not the only one of your regulars that insists on your pleasure. He is the only one that you feel would completely give up his own for yours.

“I will. This really works for me, too, remember.” Reed can feel your sincerity as you move the flimsy piece of material covering your pussy to the side.

Reed’s incredible length slots between your folds and the valley of your breast. His arms wrap around you to pull you close. The two of you bounce up and down in tandem. Reed’s cock is trapped between you as your body jerks it off. The slick slide of your clit across the veins of his thickness builds your own release. The viscose sounds of body fluids and lube almost rivals the powerful cords of the song. Reed gets more vocal the closer he gets to the edge. His babbled pleas are muffled against your neck. His plush lips against the skin there is the closest you've ever come to kissing. It feels nice and a small part of you dares to dream. Whether it's the dream of the lewdness of jerking off a huge cock with your whole body, you come, and you come, and you come. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you after your initial climax like jumping into the ocean. A gasped groan at your neck is all the warning you get to tilt your head up and stick out your tongue. Reed’s angry red head is shooting ropes of cum above you like a perverted confetti cannon. This time you manage to catch some on your tongue. It tastes just as you imagined. More importantly since you managed to catch it shooting out of a three foot cock into the air, it tastes like victory.

[wingzie]

Jikook: But I Still Want You

During Seoul Final in 2019, Jimin and Jungkook changed the lyrics at the end of The Truth Untold to “but I still want you.” Compared to every other change made for the final concert,  this was never explained. These different lyrics hold a significance that still applies today. 

In a year of uncertainty, the members strived to do their best for us in 2020. They filmed and released content throughout the year, putting us first in their minds. They kept us going during our darkest times and made us feel less alone when most of us were struggling, online and offline. They tried to make each performance unique but with the same powerful moves and meaning. With certain restrictions, they would try to keep themselves positive both backstage and onstage. They kept the flow of music and happiness going and expressed wanting to do this for many years. Not just during the hard times. It’s obvious that Jimin and Jungkook also spoke about this together previously, as seen in Festa:

A special performance is MMA 2020. Black Swan is already a heart wrenching song, even more so with the cancellation of the tour afterwards. To lose your true love and passion for something, to face those fears and then conquer them within art is such a powerful message. It must have been incredibly hard for them to go through their worst fears during lockdown and we could see how they supported each other during these times. With Jimin and Jungkook, we saw them nearly always together as we usually do. And this was reflected in their performances too.

In a cruel twist of fate, they wouldn’t be able to perform Black Swan live in front of an audience for a few years.  I wish that BTS could have performed their MMA 2020 set in front of a live audience, but of course that wouldn’t be possible. The performance is so tender, as we see Jungkook being dragged away from Jimin. Jimin then struggled to get through and then the powerful lift when they reunited. You could still feel the impact of the performance though through the screen and there are countless praises for Jikook’s part especially:

It would be a long time until BTS would be reunited with Army again. They continued with their releases, but we could see how much the distance between them and us was affecting them. We saw this when Jimin suddenly cried during MOTS:Online and how Jungkook comforted him, very much aware of what they were each feeling. Once we were together again,we gave them so much love and you could see the relief on their faces. That they had made it and Jimin and Jungkook seemed just as affected by this too. They have an extra connection on stage and that was in full force as they played around, got extra close and flirted together. It was like no time had passed at all. This hug is different from their normal ones, it silently says “We did it. We made it.” 

Chapter two began and, though they did their separate things, that connection remained strong. They supported each other as much as they could, occasionally missing each other and talking about the other at any opportunity they had. This would have been a different set of circumstances that they are used to, but they made it work. Whilst also enjoying time by themselves or working on other things. Another new situation is enlistment. Though it’s been a talking point for many years, it was soon time for each member to enlist. With Jimin and Jungkook deciding to take part in the buddy system. Showing that with each struggle or new experience, they are always there for each other. And will continue to be. No matter what happens, that look and message from 2019 still remains:

[b-blushes]

not entirely clear reflection about disability and 'hobbies' and perceptions of the intersection of those things in relation to more serious circumstances 👍

thing i think i have been somewhat finally been able to put into words is like. okay everyone has limitations in their life to a lesser or greater degree. lots of factors you might have limitations within (financial, disability, etc) when i'm genuinely enjoying things, i'm genuinely enjoying them. the 'problem'? these things are not necessarily the things that i would be doing if i was not disabled. doesn't make those things bad! i'm still enjoying them! just challenging emotionally when someone is looking at snapshot of your life, seeing X 'positive'/'fun' thing you're doing only because the rest is either deliberately or by circumstance hidden (e.g you don't see me being unable to do daily life things because they happen to me alone in my house, i do not tell you about certain upsetting thing going on in private etc) like 'oh you are having so much fun you are doing good 👍'. it's like, i am making the best of 'it', and often in the recent years of my life i would class 'it' as somewhat bad. still cannot express enough my gratitude for those things. like the ability to find and have the capacity (physical, mental, financial) to do them? literally lifesaving, not a metaphor. also for some periods of time i AM purely having fun, rather than the typical 'feeling very unwell but doing X instead of [variety of things that would be harmful or not presenting me with an opportunity for a positive emotion, etc]. not to say there are, for want of a better word 'pure' and 'not pure' versions of doing an activity, the activity is the same in both situations. the circumstances are different though. difficult because it feels like for me atm the Xs are directly as a result of the bad 'it'. it's hard for me to separate the two! idk what the 'point' of this is, just a feeling i've been having. it feels like 'doing X because i had the freedom to choose it out of a world of possibilities' and 'trying to find something that will give me some respite and determined to make X happen to try to achieve this, and now i enjoy X' are different to me! doesn't make X any less enjoyable or authentic or whatever! just feels very linked! like 'you are so strong' 'thanks it was that or die' type situation i guess? idk! also very easy from an outside perspective to just see the various Xs and use them to explain away or ignore the circumstances? 'you can do X so it can't be that bad', 'if you were that unwell then you couldn't do X', etc. really really hard to do positive things when they're seen as a negation of your real and serious circumstances sometimes. also true that there are people for whom the various Xs aren't even possible. also true that the various Xs are often literally and explicitly things i've been asked to do therapeutically as part of various treatments. they are also still 'hobbies'!

idk. difficult situation when people's perceptions of you and thus their expectations of you are based purely on their perception of your Xs, and there's a cognitive dissonance situation going on there. and then it's also like okay. it would seem that to break this, if i want to be seen accurately and wholly, it's complicated. person might feel lied to or mislead. person might not believe you. you likely will need to share your worst moments for them to believe you. you didn't share those moments with them before. why. it's a whole thing. makes it difficult to want to be known by people sometimes. I guess one antidote to this is sharing the bad things as they are happening more. tricky though when those circumstances are not always ones where i'm able to communicate well, or that people actually. want to hear about! or maybe i don't feel like i can handle other people's feelings (or un-asked-for advice) at the moment i am experiencing them. etc. it's a whole thing :P i'm doing 'fine' rn nothing has changed, the whole thing is just something i've been thinking about while i'm getting tested for more 'serious' conditions and am waiting for test results, and considering more radical life changes i might want to make. i'm feeling like it might be difficult to get some people on board with those life changes, or that, the difficulty will be 'emotional difficulty to me to have to petition other people to believe the full extent of it, which i have, either circumstantially or deliberately, been hiding from them, for at various times either my own or what i determined as for their wellbeing.' NOT VERY FUN. i can do it. but i wish i didn't need to. and idk how much it is as a result of decisions that i 'should' have made differently if i wanted a different outcome, or just naturally occurring as a result of all the stuff that's been going on.

anyway it all boils down to "sometimes you will be increasingly more unwell and disabled across a long period of years and someone will make hugely incorrect assumptions and be like 'oh it's nice that you do so many hobbies you must be having a good time generally' and you are like. '(lying) yeag.'" hahahaha. but this conversation has real consequences other than you just feeling invisible.

also like yeah i am having a nice day doing hobbies at home. THAT'S BECAUSE TODAY I AM LITERALLY UNABLE TO LEAVE THE HOUSE BECAUSE I WENT OUT AND HAD A HAIRCUT THAT SOMEONE ELSE DROVE ME TO AND FROM THIS WEEK AND THAT'S THE ONLY TIME I'VE BEEN OUT. okay i'm fine about this. and i am trulyyyyyy having a nice time doing said hobby.

[morgana-ren]

Come down to the Black Sea VI

I just realized I never even posted part fucking six on here, so here's a read-up before I post chapter VII.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, attempted assault, slight sexual content, one very pissy, overgrown fish and bad writing. It will get worse. Just trust me on this one. I don't write anything without gratuitous smut in it. It's sorta my baliwick.

In other news, several bodies were found mutilated along the south beach early this morning leaving investigators absolutely baffled. At least two women and one man are dead– but how? The police seem entirely unsure. They say it’s too early for a definitive call, but speculations range from-

You’re convinced the world has gone absolutely mad. 

Watching the news as you’re grasping at straws to find the motivation to continue living, getting ready for work and venturing outside your apartment again probably isn’t the best call, but given how insane things have been lately, it’s hard not to watch with a macabre fascination. It’s like watching a train go off the rails in real time. 

Horrifying, but you have a difficult time tearing your eyes away.

‘-unlike anything we’ve ever seen. They were just left completely bare in the sand 20 feet from the parking lot where kids could have found them. The ferocity of the attack is– well, it’s horrifying. We’ve got officers working the scene who have been on the force for 20 years and haven’t seen anything like this. We’re working overtime to try and discern the nature of these attacks so that their loved ones and the general public can rest assured-’

Things used to be quiet here. Slow and simple and easy. A tad boring at times, but danger was far from most people’s thoughts. The biggest threat one could face on a daily basis was a sudden, violent shift in the tide or a tricky undertow hellbent on sucking you under. Maybe a particularly tumultuous storm, on a really bad day.

But that’s before he arrived, isn’t it? 

‘-ruled out any sort of foul play. What happened here early this morning is a tragedy, and we can’t say for certain, but the evidence points toward some sort of animal attack, likely a predator driven from their habitat by-

Separating yourself from the situation has made it seem even more surreal than it did to begin with. Now that you’re not attending your nightly meet-ups with Shigaraki, it’s allowed you some time to reflect on just how odd the entire ordeal really was. Feeling like a fool is a hard pill to swallow, especially when he was so upfront with his intentions from the get-go. Why you ever expected him to actually care is beyond you. 

For one measly, shitty little minute, you thought you could have your cake and eat it too. Caught up in the illusion, it was all too easy to believe that this creature with claws for rending human flesh and teeth for gnashing bone could have the capacity to care for you to some degree. The congratulations he’d given you when you told him you found someone seemed as genuine as you could get from him, and he’d listened quietly– albeit with a few eye-rolls– to your endless babbling about how you felt renewed and he’d given you to motivation to start trying again with his weird philosophy of ‘do what you have always done and you will remain as miserable as you always are’-- even if that wasn’t exactly what he’d meant. 

But that’s his nature isn’t it? Spinning pretty lies into an ensnaring web of beautiful falsehoods. Luring you in with those beautiful eyes designed to reel foolish humans like you in and yanking you under when you go to reach for him, both metaphorically and literally. He’d told you what you wanted– or needed– to hear at the time and banked on the opening it left and the trust you’d given him after. 

Forgiving him for his little flare-up that night had even been easy to achieve after a few drinks and a quick pep-talk. He’d waited the next evening– much like he always did– at your rock, for you to sit with him. It’s not in his nature to apologize, but he was more than willing to carry forward even given your hesitance. Words like ‘patience’ and ‘understanding’ might be a bit far-fetched, but it was more than you thought you could expect from him nonetheless.

It seemed, for one fleeting moment, like everything was okay.

You were practically raised on tales of nefarious sea creatures that lull you into a false sense of security and then feast on your viscera. So why did you think your fairytale ending would be any different?

Heroine syndrome is a fair guess. Everyone wants to be special. Everyone wants to be the weakness cradled in the monster’s ribs– the weight they carry willingly. It’s a stupid little dream a lot of kids have, to grow to become revered in the arms of a titan, to be swept away from the mundane life they’ve come to know. 

But the original fairy tales don’t have a happy ending. They weren’t written with happiness in mind. Princes are often fools and monsters are just that– monsters. They’ll rip you apart if you give them the chance and your memory will be used as a cautionary tale. A beautiful beast is still just that: A beast. 

Endearing yourself to him had been a foolish venture, and if you hadn’t been so clouded by your own vanity, you might have seen that. You had been toying with a very dangerous, very real predator and opted to treat it like he was a mere fish in a tank, despite how many times he’d almost killed you. 

The wound on your arm pulses, and you can’t help but run a finger over the gnarled skin, puffy and barely healed. You’d only recently been able to remove the bandages, and it was probably fair to say that it would scar over something nasty. A constant reminder of your short-lived time with him. One you would carry for the rest of your days. A reminder of what dwells deep in the ocean and why you should keep very, very far away, even as the ache deep in your gut never dulls and the restlessness breeds a garden of misery that suffocates you. 

‘-urge all beach goers to exercise caution at this time and try to avoid visiting after dark until we know what it is we’re dealing with. If you have any information, please call-’

Your finger finds the big red button on the remote, flipping the TV off. You’ve heard enough for today. There’s more misery on your plate than you can finish in one sitting, and drowning yourself in it isn’t going to do anything decent for your mental health. Not when you’re mourning a loss you can never speak to anyone about and a betrayal—

Does it really count as a betrayal though? 

It sure as hell hurts like one. 

It’s probably your own fault, but stabbing yourself doesn’t make the wound any less painful. When you’re lonely, you’ll reach for any driftwood your listless body wades to. 

You offered the sea your loneliness and she gave back what she could: a lesson. 

You’d like to think you’ve learned from the experience, that you’ll never let yourself be fooled by supernatural beauty and wonder ever again, but if the wendigo or chupacabra knocked on your front door to ask for some sugar, you’d probably give it to them. 

Humans just don’t learn. Shigaraki was right. It’s amazing we’ve gotten this far. 

You sling your work bag over your shoulder, wondering briefly if he's shouldering the same burden as you; does he feel this hollow ache in your absence? 

He’s probably more pissed off that his dinner reservations got canceled. 

It’s a pathetic line of thought, but that strange emptiness refuses to listen as you rationalize with it. You’d been dumb enough to count him as a friend– albeit a very licentious, very moody one– even though he’d made a point to never tell you as much. You’d viewed your relationship with him through rose colored glasses and it left you completely incapable of seeing all the red flags, even as he made no effort to hide them. 

Now that he’s gone, it’s back to a lackluster existence– minus the sea. The sea that you’re surrounded by and can somehow never touch again. There’s not a doubt in your mind that if you were to touch the water, somehow he would know and find you again, and judging by the world class fit he threw, he’d have no qualms about just killing you this time. 

In a way, you had grown to actually care for him a little. Or maybe that was a strange form of Stockholm syndrome. Either way, he still seemed like a friend, and it hurts a bit that he’s no longer a part of your life, though perhaps a part of that is the human arrogance of losing a supernatural buddy.

Who else can say they’d befriended a siren, after all?

Ideally you could take your mind off of it and focus on work, but the sad truth of the matter is that you’re likely just going to fixate on it while your job finishes dead last in the mental race of ‘things I give a good goddamn about right now.’ 

Tomura would have told you that if you hated it, you should quit. Why force yourself to do something you hate? 

But Tomura isn’t here. 

The most you can do is pray it’s a slow day and that your boss doesn’t notice you slipping. No way to explain that, after all. 

With every last ounce of willpower you can muster, you manage to tie your shoes and lock your front door, slipping out into the streets. 

The streets are crowded and filthy and rotten and loud , the tarmac packed with vehicles and the sidewalks blotted with all manner of people. Self-important businessmen shouting into their phones, aimless sightseers, and hoards of shrieking children barely clinging like a thread to their mother’s hands while being herded like cattle to whatever unfortunate restaurant will host them that evening.

He ignores them all, leaving the responsibility to dodge his hulking body wholly on them as he storms forwards towards his destination: You . 

Where that is exactly, he doesn’t know, but he follows your scent– still thick on the scrap of fabric he keeps fastened to his wrist– deeper into the city and away from the waters he calls home. 

The sensation of shoes on his feet is deeply unpleasant, and the clothes he’d stolen from his breakfast were ill fitting and uncomfortable, leaving him shifting and squirming and resisting the urge to shred it clean off. Anger burns a hole in his gut at having to cover his form simply for their sake, but there’s more important matters to attend to, and as much as he’d like to think that he could, taking on an entire city’s worth of humans outside of his home turf might be a bit of a stretch. Rather than giving into his rage, he keeps the hood firmly yanked up over his silver hair, his features hidden behind the thick curtain of his bangs and his hands firmly shoved into the kangaroo pouch. 

From an outside perspective, he looks like a drugged up local with a pituitary problem on a particularly bad trip, but he could care less about what the human infestation around him thinks. So long as none of them bother to look for too long, he’ll leave them be. For now. 

Agony still wracks his bones and relearning to walk on two legs is humiliating in a way he doesn’t care to think on, but the rage carries him through. The human body is disgusting. How you exist like this is beyond him, but it offers you one singular advantage that he couldn’t overcome in his true form– the ability to find shelter away from him on land, far from the reach of his claws. Far away from him. 

It’s a testament to how much he hates you that he subjects himself to this. 

You dared to defy him not once– not twice– but three times, only narrowly escaping your fate each time, and then you had the audacity to just leave . He should have killed you. He should have. It was a mistake, and one he swears won’t happen again. This time, when he finds you, he’ll do what he should have done from the start. 

You won’t talk or enthrall your way out of it this time. He’s going to get what he came for. His pride demands it.

But you’ll figure that out soon enough, won’t you?

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broken | c.s (12)

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pairing: choi san x reader

word count: under 2k lmfao

warning: nothing but lmk

a/n: its short but i needed this scene to be its own standalone chapter

you wish you can say the night san left is the last time he breaks your heart.

it would be ideal to say everything ended there; that although you can still recall the feeling of emptiness from waking up to nothing, it spared you from the worst heartbreak possible.

a heartbreak that you would then seek out on your own because you're all too good at self sabotage and chasing temptation; a complete hypocrite you are, angry at san for not ending things sooner but now that he did, it's so unsatisfying.

this can't possibly just be it.

there's still so many unanswered questions, so much resentment, and so many unspoken wounds that needs to be addressed.

he's caused you so much pain one after another, and he can't just... walk out without giving you some form of closure. you feel you deserve that, at the very least.

the morning you head to his apartment is the most low, pathetic, and desperate you've been, even the you a couple months ago would be disappointed. but you suppose she would understand if she knew just how everything's gone to shit within the past few days.

the walk of shame up the stairs is halted when you meet those familiar pair of eyes that causes an immediate sink to your stomach.

he has a cigarette between his fingers and pulls back only to pinch his brows together at your appearance.

you shouldn't be here. everything was supposed to end after he left.

the quiet and hesitant steps continues to be taken until you stop in front of him, gaze leveling his, and though you haven't said anything, your eyes tells it all.

a reflection of everything you've gone through, and you're tired, defeated, even more so than the night at wooyoung's party.

whatever you have to say, and whatever you're here for... he knows he won't be able to give to you.

you linger on the cigarette in his hold before prying away, the entire time ignorant to the fact he even smokes.

san thought he was also done with it given he haven't touched any other forms of addiction beside alcohol in more than half a year, but the withdrawal from you is just about the worst one, old habits started showing up just to numb everything temporarily.

the separation is taking a toll on him just as much as it is to you.

"you shouldn't be here," he's the first to break the thick tension, taking one last dig at the cigarette before throwing it down, but he refuses to look at you, whether out of shame or annoyance.

"i know..." you reply, almost like a whisper, but there's not a lot of time to dwell in the awkwardness of the situation because he's already making way back inside with you not missing a beat behind him.

"then why are you?"

the harsh and blunt delivery makes you stop in track, because san isn't one for confrontations. he usually avoids them. but you register that at this point in time, there's no more pretending.

the facades you both had put in front of each other for so long are gone, and all that's left is a broken history between two people who started it for all the wrong reasons.

"because i want answers."

your voice is so full of confidence, he wouldn't be able to tell just how nervous you really are. how, you still feel so small and fragile, he could break you without trying.

but if there's one thing you learned from being with san, is that if you want to stand a chance, you would have to play his game.

stand tall and act like you're not the tiniest bit intimidated by the slight tilt of his head and the burning of his gaze as he looks you up from the couch.

a quiet sigh leaves him, watching as he goes on to shake his head in slight irritation, you can't help but to feel some type of way at the gesture.

"i don't know what more i could say to you that i already didn't--"

"--all of this. why did you do it?" but the confidence only turns to remnants of betrayal, he has to keep from recoiling.

"i told you, y/n. i gave you a choice, we made a deal and you agreed to everything."

"we made a deal, but i said i wanted out only for you to bust into my freaking room--"

you flinch in position when he suddenly gets up and walks over, his looming figure almost closing you in against the wall as fear quickly washes in.

"--you think i don't know that? i was there. so tell me again, why the fuck are you here?"

"because i want to know why the hell you took me on that trip! why did you stayed all those nights, and why were there times you actually seemed genuine, only for you to always walk out... always leaving me hanging..."

san goes from aggravated to feeling guilty in a matter of seconds, his body language softens at your frustration, only for a low mutter to fall out, "even if i tell you, it won't matter. none of this will."

"nothing ever matters when it comes to you, san. but it matters to me, because you knew i was stupid, naive, and easily manipulated, and you took advantage of that--"

"i know!" the volume makes you jump, "i know i fucked up, i know this is all my fault! that's why i'm trying to fix it!"

"how is this fixing anything?"

"because if i had stayed, would that have been any better?"

the thought knocks, and it knocks you over hard to the point of denial.

"i don't know what it would be like if we actually gave this a chance, because the entire time i feel like you never allowed me to get too close."

"even then, i don't have to tell you. you're not stupid, y/n. you know deep down how wrong i am for you. how wrong we are for each other."

you swallow down the tension, completely speechless, and only able to stare at san as he actually starts sounding reasonable... which is what makes it so unsettling.

"actually, i think you probably would like me a lot less if you really got to know me." he scoffs it off with a short laughter and his bittersweet gaze continues lasering into yours.

"i know you're sweet and all that, but i always had the smallest suspicion that there was a deeper, hidden reason for why you wanted to know about me so much."

it's that statement that picks up the immersion even more because you're curious; wonder what the presumption just might be.

"maybe a part of you was secretly hoping that i'm this broken soul who grew up in a shitty environment with shitty parents, and that's why i'm the way i am..."

but again, you have a natural instinct for self defense.

"what? no. i-i never thought--"

"then are you saying you like me for who i am? the douche that screwed you over so many times? because i highly doubt that."

"i never planned on changing you or anything like that!" you cry out, trying the hardest to hold back some tears, beyond frustrated at the assumption being projected onto you, but also at his approach.

he's exceptionally hostile, because not only is he trying to convince you, but also himself.

"good. then i don't have to tell you why whatever this is between me and you will never work."

for a brief moment, your head is in another dimension where time has pulled you back to a discussion your professor and classmates had about what brought them to writing.

for many, literature is in their blood. for others; for you, it is a way to detach from reality and to dream of another; living in your head and escaping... it's not a bad thing if that's what drives you, your professor said.

it's good to always keep a wishful mind that anything is possible in that form.

"but if you need to hear it for yourself; for a peace of mind... you won't like me. it's as simple as that, but i'm sure you already got the memo."

he stops to catch his breath before going on, "i'm not special by any means, and i don't come from some interesting background like you probably think i do. i'm just some prick with well-off parents and enough time to fuck around. it was what drew me and wooyoung to each other initially... because we were both just some stupid rich kids."

"i was only able to get you the job because of all the connections i have, yet i don't work a damn day in my life and am definitely not the one paying the bills for the roof over my head. the trip, everything i ever offered, and anything that came out my pocket, i paid for because i could afford to. that's me. that's who i am. fucking choi san, and all the reasons for why you shouldn't want to be with someone like me."

and you really do dream big, because you want it so bad... for it to possible.

"but it's not like we get to choose who our family are and how we grow--"

"--come on, y/n. have a little more self respect than that. you know what i mean, or do you still need me to say it outright for what it is?"

he's growing short and as selfish as san's always been, he feels he's doing it for your sake for once, fighting to end it as hard as you're fighting for it.

"it's just... so unfair."

so unfair that he made you fall in love only to take it back in the end.

"i-i just feel like you never tried enough. maybe i'm not fond of who you are currently, but i could learn to--"

"please don't make it any more harder than this, y/n. you don't get with someone hoping you can learn to tolerate them... that's not how it works."

it's good to dream of the imposssible once in a while and fill your head up with 'what-ifs', but it's not healthy to get caught up in them. let it consume you and then be disappointed that in the end... san didn't come around for you.

"you're a nice girl, y/n. you really are so sweet, and i can see myself with you someday..." he says with a distraught look you will forever remember given how his words make your heart thump, only to then shoot it down, "but not right now..."

because this reality can be cruel, and no matter how hard you cling, it is sometimes about accepting defeat and moving on.

putting it to perspective, it's funny and ironic how everything turned out. how you used to make such a fuss about not knowing who san is, only for you to find out in the worst way possible.

even more ironic that things between you guys pretty much ended with a screaming match of some sort.

but the one good thing to have come out of it, is that you can confidently say that that was the last time choi san broke your heart.

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Pick a card - JUDGEMENT DAY: Review your past and learn to improve your future 🪦

The reading is inspired by the major arcana, "Judgement". It's quite a complex card for me so I want to do a reading inspired by the card to learn more about it. The spread I used is here, and the message I got from it is so informative, so you can give it a try too.

As the title said, this reading will give you a brief review of your past, reflection on the past, and guidance on what you can learn from it to create a better future. I think the text is quite long this time, so I won't provide a song for each pile, as I don't want to overwhelm you (and me lol).

Anyway, as it's a general reading, takes what resonates and leave the rest behind!

👇🏻 Pick an emoji you feel drawn to 👇🏻

And find the corresponding reading for you below!

Pile 1

In the past, you were shrouded by the sense of fear and anxiety. The situation you were in was not necessarily the worst thing on earth. Actually, for some of you, I can see that the situation you were in was somewhat "decent". It's like life was going on a nice direction, and you were always inspired to generate new ideas. However, it seems that it's very difficult for you to be happy even when things were "right".

You always felt that you're not enough, even though you had so much achievements in life. Such responses were caused by others opinions, as they never recognized your achievements, failed to express it to you in an honest way, or maybe you felt that you're hurting people with your progress as you made them jealous of you. You tried your very best to stay cool with those people, even when they said mean words to you. You tried not to have your emotions dictate your judgment, and you also tried very hard to hide them from people. You could be suffering from nightmares every night, but at day time you always tried to put on a show for people.

Those people can only see the surface of you. You can make them believe that you're doing absolutely ok. But can you do the same to yourself, when you have full information of yourself from both your body and mind? You tried to focus on the exterior of yourself to distract yourself from the pain you don't want to face. However, not looking at it doesn't mean that it's not here. You cannot neglect it's existence either as you can feel it in you so strongly no matter how hard you're distracting yourself from it.

The shroud separated your achievements from your heart, so you could never feel joy no matter how much you've achieved. Besides this, the grudge you have for the people also prevents you from expressing your ideas freely. You had, or maybe still have the tendency to hold back your ideas, because you don't think people deserve your brilliant ideas. You hate them and they don't deserve your best. You might be able to come up with the solution to a problem they're having instantly, but instead of telling them your idea immediately, you make them wait, and watch them suffer for a while before telling them your ideas.

Not telling people your ideas the second it generated from your mind is actually a great thing for you. However, the intention for you to do so is completely wrong. You used the time to enjoy people suffer, and feast from their negativity, instead of using the time to improve your ideas. Your ideas are really good even in their rawest form, but they can be so much better if you spend time on polishing them. It's because there's a duality in you that needs to be balanced. It's not a bad thing that there're two opposite minds in your brain. This trait can really help improving your thoughts if you take time to let them having constructive debate with each other.

By doing so, you can also learn how to let the two sides of you coexist in harmony, instead of fighting each other or neglecting the existence of each other. However, you first have to acknowledge the existence of one of the two sides, as it seems that you're trying to reject the existence of one of them. Also, you have to care less about other's opinions on you, because it's impossible to focus on the external and internal at the same time. By pulling back the focus on yourself, and fully accepting the two sides of you, you will be able to have a better knowledge of yourself, and find your own voice.

By being more connected to yourself, you will also experience less pain in relationships with others, as you no longer care that much about their opinions, and no longer have the desire to perform poor actions that can potentially hurt the relationship to make them agree with you.

Pile 2

You had an intense romantic relationship with someone in the past. It can also be a marriage, a family member, or a relationship that was so intense that it felt like family. Even thought it looked promising and felt like the real thing, you decided to cut them off because you're able to see that something was going extremely wrong even with the rose-colored glasses on.

Instead of giving your whole life, pouring all your love into that person, you resisted the temptation of going with the flow, and cut ties with them completely. For some of you, you may still have to face that person as it's still not possible to have them completely removed from your life due to different reasons. However, you basically blocked them from getting anything more than necessary from you. You decided to invest your time and energy into those who are bonded with you by exchanging energies with you fairly, instead of the person that's bonded with you by some fated event that you had to go through.

You having the courage to cut that person out of your life is one of the best things you've done in your life, as you accepted the fact that they could do nothing good to your life, instead of giving into the illusions. However, you are still suffering from the pain of making such decision, even though everyone, including you, acknowledges that this is a great decision. No matter how much time has passed, you still think about the possibilities that could happen. You may fantasize what could happen if you gave them a chance, or what could happen if they magically change into a better person one day.

It is very understandable for you to feel this way, as that person was once a very important part of your life. But you really have to accept the fact that it's impossible for you to invest your energy into the connection, and yourself at the same time, as they're really that useless to your life. Nothing can come out from the connection no matter what you do, as they're designed to be unhelpful to your life. You've dumped the garbage out from your house, so why you're still leaving the door open for a little bit, for the stench to enter your house.

Accept that things are DEAD, and stop looking back. Nothing good can happen if you continue such behaviour. You've chosen yourself instead of sinking with them back then, so it's time to commit to your option wholeheartedly. It may take time to completely erase their impact from your life and their existence in your mind, especially for those who still have to be stuck with the person in some way. However, changes can be made when you decided to switch your mindset, like how you decided to cut that person out from your life at the past. Focus on the goal of completely cutting off the energetic link to them, and keep putting effort into working towards the goal. The progress may be slow but if you keep doing it, eventually you can make it.

If this isn't motivating for you enough, I can see that the universe will give you a lesson if you don't start working on cutting energetic ties with them right now. The universe will do something to make you realize that it's the only thing you can do in this situation. I think you don't want to suffer more pain from this terrible situation. Also, I really think that you don't deserve being lectured by the universe again as I can see you put in so much effort in throwing the trash out of your life. There's only one step left to complete the cycle. Don't make yourself suffer the whole thing again just because you missed a step, even though you've finished 99% of the work.

Pile 3

I can see that your family had brought you a lot of suffering in the past. They set a really poor example of how people and the world works, and it distorted your view heavily. For some of you, your family members may be very full of themselves, thinking that they're superior than others. For some of you, they often demand you to give them something, but never give anything back to you in return.

Despite the distorted vision they've provided you, you are able to realize that there are other options for you outside. The suffering is so great that it pushes you to realize that home is not where you should be, and your family is not the people you should stay with. You might be confused or unsure about your future, but you're smart enough to know that your future is definitely not related to your family, and you are also sure that you don't want to have any relationship with your family anymore.

From your past experiences, you learned that you have the option to put an end to something in your life, as you discover that you have the power to cut ties with families you've been placed in since birth. The universe wants you to stick with this mindset. Believe that you're powerful enough to shape life the way you want. The traditions, the religions, the people in your life, have no power in deciding how your life should be, if you don't let them to have such power.

After understanding that you are powerful enough to decide how your life should be, you need to learn and understand that you are worthy and perfect. You're perfect as the way you are, so please don't do anything out of lack. If people fail to realize your worth, you should cut them off from your life, instead of changing yourself to the shape they like. You may think that it's an easy thing to do, as you've had your view distorted by your family for years. However, it's so much harder to do it when you're awakened. Awakening is like breaking a mirror. You can try everything but you cannot go back to the state when you were asleep, as you can always see the crack in the mirror.

Also, you should open yourself up to love and affection. It may be difficult for you to feel that you're loveable or deserve love, as people had mistreated you for so long in the past. However, you already know that they're wrong, so don't follow the false guidance to the wrong path ever again. Be comfortable with their praises, gifts, and offers to help you. You know that you don't have to be stuck in the excruciating pain forever. It's time to have fun in the present, and create a happier future.

Don't fall back into the patterns of the past. You may look back at it for inspiration, but you have to remember that there's a barrier between you and the past. No matter how close it felt, you have to remember that there's always a distance between you and the past. It's like looking at the view from the window. Your past is a completed story, so don't interact with it ever again.

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4, 9 and 16 for the rook and LI questions!

HI <3

4. Do your Rook and their partner share the same faction? If so, does that affect their relationship at all? If not, what is your Rook's opinion of their partner's faction? What is the partner's opinion of Rook's faction?

They don't, Ellie's a Mourn Watcher, Harding's been employee of the months for twentyforty years straight in the Inquisition. I think that between the two she's the most interested in her partner's opinion, but it doesn't have a huge impact on their relationship, or is the cause of arguments

Ellie hasn't the best opinion of the Inquisition. In one hand, there's Harding painting everything in pink, on the other hand he knows that you can never idolize very prominent political organizations, especially if the top of the ladder is constituted by an orlesian bard, an ex templar who worked by Meredith's side, the one who gave the order to stand back when the Empress of Orlais was murdered, and the most terrifying creature of the six (?) seas. But he's like that with every political faction; you can't get competitive with the other parties and stay active for so long without dirtying your hands. This is what he tells Harding and she does get it, considering that she's one of those trusted few that was allowed in the war room during specific discussions

Depending on what I've seen in game, she's nothing short than accepting towards the MW. Sometimes there's creepy business, and they tend to act extra brainy on very sensitive topics, but overall they're just a bunch of nerds with a secret society vibe. Which is very surface level knowledge of their inner workings, but Ellie refuses to disclose some of the secrets he stumbled upon throughout the years and she has the decency to avoid asking.

She knows a lot to be interested, but not invested. Still supportive tho

9. Does your Rook bring them out often? How are they like on the battlefield? Do they banter much?

They bring each other out often, actually! Sometimes it's a "let's cross a random Eluvian and see what's up" situation, other times they just go for a stroll and talk about nothings. I think that their ideal date is more of eating fried food on top of a roof after a criminal chase rather than getting a table at some fancy restaurant and challenge themselves to sit still for hours :'D

On the battlefield Ellie is the most impulsive, also he's not the best team player so he relies on Harding's vision of ensemble. I think she's good at describing the battlefield and delivers the informations to her companions, Ellie in primis

He always says "We're going to be fine, Harding's behind us <3" but he always makes sure she doesn't feel the pressure of being always there and always present

She's the vision, he's, um, Grond. A very fragile Grond tho

The banter is very insufferable, because they're horrible flirts <<' wait until they start showing their scars to each other

16. How did your Rook react to getting trapped in the Fade and separated from their partner?

"She's going to hit me, isn't she"

On a more serious note, he's not one that panics. Instead, he was very curious about his surroundings and how the prison would present his regrets to him. He already went through a Harrowing, he knows how things works; you just have to confute whatever comes at your way. He held a "bring it on" attitude, basically

He had zero time to think about separation because he's not that dependant on her? Don't get me wrong, he relies on her a lot, but the time he's spent there was so short and busy that he couldn't stop and reflect on what was going on outside the prison

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El Memo

[enneamage]

i hate reflecting on dsmp plot points and their irl parallels because if i think about tommy putting half his traumatic life experiences (stalking, getting bullied badly) onto his oc in various levels of execution and then not giving him a happy ending i start going crazy. the dsmp finale lining up with groomer allegations and c!tommy forgiving his abuser at the same time was so 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 they were pushing propaganda /j

the varying levels of how much someone was an oc and how much they separated their character from themselves and the parasocial birds eye view we could get from those people based on how they played situations (tommy, dream, wilbur to me all had themselves embedded into the core of their ocs to a certain degree; dream with his own entitlement just taken to an extreme, wilbur’s mix of narcissism & self-hate, tommy, oh chommy 😞) like for sure with some people who came in late and thus came in with separation of themselves from the story it’s not fully fruitful to analyze but those early people who just straight admitted “this was me, this is straight up what i think i would do in this situation” i think parasocial brain should be allowed to go brrrrrrrrrrrrrr for at least half an hour like. something something imbuing your subconscious feelings into what your creating something something I need to be Sedated

The DSMP ending lands very bitter in retrospect because the note they end on is a yearning for things to go back to being simple again. A few of the plot threads leading up to it had themes of “I wish things were back the way they were before all this” and the implication was that Volume Two was going to be that. It’s safe to say that there was too much real history put behind the CCs by the time it all built up, you can’t turn back time. 

Chommy indeed suffered but I’m too much of a hardass to let him off the hook 100%, c!Tommy was a lot of Tommy’s capacity to dig his own grave and then not understand why he’s in This Big Fucking Hole. The difficulty with seeing others points of view fully was present in C! And CC, and was tied into his ending when he challenged himself, which while inevitably not perfect I saw the vision for at the time.

C!Dream stays with me because of the communication breakdown inherent to his character. Lost in a plot to make things right again and looking to a future that he can devise mechanically because he couldn’t have it naturally. The way knee-jerk instincts and mechanics brain got in his own way, lost in a plan he buried his feelings in.

I’ve written on Wilbur too many times we don’t gotta linger on it. But damn. 

Q turning envy into ambition and then dicking himself and his employees over on the back of his own hubris. 

Honestly I even have one eye on Charlie’s slime bit being about pretending to be ‘normal’ but missing the mark in terms of imitation from time to time. Being a natural at improv can be very double sided if it goes deep enough.

[unapologeticdiaries]

Somewhere in Between Being Alone and Being Lonely

When you think of February, what comes to mind? Shortest month of the year? Valentines Day? Most think of this as the “love month” as they should, but to some of us, it is so much more. To put it bluntly, it is another month of reflecting on and spending a lot of time alone. Sure, you are surrounded by people when you are working or when you are out running errands or even at home, but you still feel alone. Outsiders don’t understand the five hundred million thoughts that fill your mind on a daily basis and when you are alone without the noise of the outside world, you hear your thoughts screaming at you. In my case, it has been very loud; so loud that it feels like I am standing in a small room surrounded by speakers and every thought is just screaming at me. I have often found myself so lost in thought while driving to and from work that I don’t even realize I have arrived. Scary, right? It’s just the current reality I live in. It’s hard not to get stuck in the “what-if’s” and “I should have been better” or “I should have done better” because at the end of the day, I know I can and will be better. Grieving has no timeline and unfortunately, I am still grieving but each day gets a little easier. I have been waking up at 4am every day Monday through Thursday and going to the gym. It really is a great way to just separate myself from reality and channel all my hurt, frustration, and sadness into making myself better physically and mentally. It has really been a good thing, and I cannot wait to see the final result. The kids and I are finally taking a family vacation this summer and I am so excited. They have no idea where we are going but it is going to be an amazing surprise. It saddens me that Ryan won’t be here to join us because we always had a blast on outings with the kids, but it isn’t going to stop us from having a good time. July cannot get here sooner enough!

Let’s get down to the nitty gritty. I am going to be totally honest, I have been feeling a lot of guilt and shame. Why? Just reflecting on the last 3 years has really been a slap in the face and a dance with hard reality. The guilt stems from the beginning of my relationship in 2021, I feel guilty because I don’t think I understood or even cared about how jumping into a new relationship with two kids would have lasting effects on all four of us. At that time, I wanted to find love, I wanted to be with someone, and I wanted to finally have happiness and at the time, it didn’t matter the cost. I should have stopped and really thought about it and continued to have those annoying conversations with Ryan and ask him if this is what he truly wanted. I mean, yes, I did ask him a few times in the beginning but I really should have sat him down and talked through it but in truth, I figured that he wanted the same things as me and that he wanted a family without us thinking about the “what could possibly go wrong?” The guilt weighs heavy on my heart and my mind because Ryan and I were not the only ones hurt, it was also two beautiful children who are still going through the motions of this and while I try to be hard on the exterior and protect them to the best of my ability, my heart breaks a little more each day. I am guilty of not doing better and not being better not only for myself but for Ryan and for my kids. I let my wants and desires get the best of me and overcome me in the worst ways and I am paying for it immensely. I am guilty of wanting love so deeply that it kills me but not reciprocating it. I know there was a time in my relationship that I loved Ryan so deeply that I would have given him the moon if I could have, and I know he felt the same. It wasn’t bad all the time but when it was bad, it was really bad. I keep replaying things over and over in my head and how differently I would have responded to situations and would have been a true partner and that is where I am also ashamed. The shame kills me when I let my pride stand in the way of being the woman he wanted me to be and the partner he needed me to be. Something I have been teaching myself is to have more self-control when responding to situations no matter how big or how small and I am teaching myself to really think and assess the situation before responding. Honestly, it really has been a great thing that I have been going through with myself and the self-realization that I have is amazing. I have really learned a lot about myself and am truly growing into the person, friend, girlfriend, mother, sister, daughter, and everything in between that I can truly hope for. Realizing this in my 30s has not been an easy task but it has been so rewarding. Something for me that has helped was taking a step back on social media.

When we sit behind a screen on apps like Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat, we tend to build a different person in our heads and in a way, we make a new persona that we portray online. Some of us get so engrossed in our “online personalities” that we forget ourselves and who we truly are. That was part of it for me. I wanted the world to see me as someone different and not show the world who I truly am and for that, I am deeply ashamed. I want the world to see that I am kind, caring, empathetic, a mother, a hard worker, and everything in between and sadly, I was showing the world the complete opposite. For 2025, I have made it a personal goal to show the world who I really am. I know this is going to take a lot of work and it will take time, but I am so determined, even if it kills me. My daughter will be 15 next month and I know that while she is stuck in her own world of friends and boys, I know she watches my every move. She sees how I react and how I approach things. I want to be such a good example to her that she continues to grow up to be compassionate, kind, and everything in between. I want the same for my son. I want to show him that even though he is being raised by a single mother, he can still be kind, strong, compassionate, and everything else. I want them to be so proud of me. That is all that matters to me. The guilt and shame have been slowly eating away at me, and I am so glad that I finally decided to make changes in my life and I am going to continue to still be hopeful that I will find happiness.

Do you want to know the harsh reality? I miss him. I truly miss Ryan. I know, it is absolutely bonkers and insane, but I do. Yes, we did have some bad moments, and I have written about them but at the same time, we had moments when we were extremely happy and life was good. No one said it would be easy. If every life and relationship was easy, it wouldn’t be worth it, right? The saddest goodbyes aren’t marked by anger or indifference – they’re marked by love that still lingers, by a connection we deeply cherish but we know that we can no longer sustain. My love for Ryan is still there. It probably will always be there. Even watching him live a life without me. The ache of wanting to hold on, to stay in my familiar space, even when every part of me knows that it is time to let go. I am having the hardest time trying to differentiate the fact that letting go doesn’t always mean that love or care disappears. Letting go is an act of courage and compassion, a recognition that holding on to tightly causes more harm than good – for me, for him, and for the lives we are both meant to lead. It isn’t about erasing the memories or denying the bond, even though he told me that he deleted all our pictures and eventually I did too, but it is about understanding that some chapters, no matter how beautiful, cannot last forever. It is a reminder that love is not just about proximity or permanence – it’s about presence, about the way someone has shaped your life, even if their role changes and their path diverges from yours. I sometimes have to remind myself when the noise is so loud that it is okay to grieve and that it is okay to feel the weight of that goodbye in my heart, no matter how heavy.

Ernest Hemingway once wrote: “The hardest lesson I’ve had to learn as an adult is the relentless need to keep going, no matter how shattered I feel inside.” This truth is both raw and universal. Life doesn’t pause when our hearts are heavy, our minds are fractured, or our spirits feel like they’re unraveling. It keeps moving—unrelenting, unapologetic—demanding that we move with it. There’s no time to stop, no pause for repair, no moment, of stillness where we can gently piece ourselves back together. The world doesn’t wait, even when we need it to. Yes, it is messy, yes, it is exhausting. And yes, there are days when it feels almost impossible to take another step. But even then, we move forward. Each tiny step is proof of our resilience, a reminder that even in our darkest moments, we’re still fighting, still refusing to give up. That fight—that courage—is the quiet miracle of survival. I continue to take steps in the right direction and turn my life around. Although it has only been almost seven months, this isn’t something I am planning to rush and I hope that the right people see my changes and see the person I truly am.

Ryan, on the off chance that you ever get to see my blog. I hope you know that the love I have for you in my heart is true and I hope to one day have the chance to see you and talk to you. I know this isn’t the end of the road for us and while our paths are going in separate directions right now, I truly believe that we will find each other again. All I am asking of you is to take a chance on me. I know those words are wrought with uncertainty. I know you’ve taken chances before, and they have flopped and floundered and left you high and dry. I know you are scared to start again after everything before this has failed you, I am too. But baby, if I have to fail again, it is you I want to go down in flames with. I know that nothing ever works out, but if it does, it would be this. It would be here. It would be you and me and whatever this fire is between us. Take a chance on me, because the timing’s always going to be wrong and the stars are never going to align, but I would break every clock in this town. I’d stop every star from shining if it meant that, for one afternoon, we could cast all that aside and give in. Give in to the complete impossibility that something could work here despite everything that stands in the way. Give in to how your touch makes me shiver, and your words make my mind race and reel. Give in to the improbability that this is going to work out or end well or fall into place into exactly as we’d hoped or that any of it will even be half worth it in the end. Give in to the senselessness. Give in to you, finally giving in to me. Take a chance on me because tomorrow, the Universe could collapse in on itself. This town could disintegrate to ashes, and the sun could burst into a thousand disjointed rays. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else but you.

Somewhere in between being alone and being lonely is the loneliness I feel because I am trying to fix my life. It hits different. It isn’t just about being alone, it’s sitting in the quiet after I have walked away from everyone and everything that wasn’t good for me. It is the ache that comes when I say no to people or stand on my ground with people I would have said yes to and bent over backwards for.

Xoxo Lexi

[siravalondulac]

003. oberyn i

house of lies, city of blood

asoiaf ff | fem!oc centric

summary: a father reflects on the past word count: 984 warnings: none

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His daughters had been running about the manse for some time now, laughing and talking as if they had never been parted. He wanted to speak to Elle himself, inquire about what had happened to her, what had changed her this much. But he let them have their time. Gods knew it might be short.

He had been unprepared for the letter's arrival, yet had never doubted it. Still, to read Elle's words was one thing, to see her standing in the flesh before him had knocked the breath out of him in a far different way. Especially to see her so… destroyed.

Ellaria sat down in the chair beside him, poured herself a cup of tea, and simply watched the girls in quiet.

“They look happy.”

Oberyn nodded slowly. “Elle told her the truth.”

His paramour cocked her head, her curly hair catching onto the intricate embroidery on her dark red dress.

He had told her who Elle truly was after she had disappeared, having broken down one evening and confessed everything to her. Upon which she had told him she had expected something of the like. She, after all, had been with him in Braavos when he had found Elle, and had thought it strange he had found a supposed daughter of his this quickly, yet had not questioned him, too big was her trust in him.

“They've always been close. It was to be expected that not even this could separate them.”

He could do little but agree. “Even had we not introduced them, they would have found each other.”

Even if Elle had grown up in King's Landing. Some things were destined to happen.

He wondered if her growing up with him was one of those things. Looking back at their first meeting, he wondered how he had found her at all on some days. That she would steal from him of all people in the crowd, that he would manage to follow her in the depths of winter to that abandoned building, that he would be able to convince her to come with him. Finding out who she was had not been difficult. A Westerosi girl with light blonde hair and striking blue eyes would have roused suspicions either way, but then she had simply said her name outright when he had asked, the urge to lie in such a situation apparently not born to her.

“Where do we go from here?”

He knew what Ellaria was referring to - the missing princess was back in her city, hiding with a family despised by its rulers, and it was only a matter of time until someone recognised her. Alienating Elle once more was not a risk he was willing to take, so they needed to ask her what she wanted to do. It was time she used the skills he had taught her.

“I will have my justice.”

That he had started caring for the granddaughter of the man he despised most of all had not been part of his plan, and he sometimes wished he had never gone to Braavos with Ellaria. But then he would have never met his little sunshine, and she might have frozen in the icy wastes. She would understand, he knew. He had raised her to be kind, think of others, fight against injustice, and be wary of the effects the game of thrones had on the less fortunate. Elle above all else would understand the need to kill Tywin Lannister.

“You cannot change the past, Oberyn. At some point you have to ask yourself if it is still worth it. And if you are willing to sacrifice that which you hold most dear.”

A loud splash, followed by Elia shouting obscenities across the courtyard.

“Mind your tongue!” Ellaria commanded as their daughter rose from the fountain.

Elle laughed, and then screamed when Elia started hunting her up the balcony.

It was a game between the two girls, one they had been playing since the very beginnings of their friendship - who could manage to throw the other into the water the most often. They had long lost count over who was leading.

His other daughters had gotten into the crossfire of their war on some occasions, as had his niece and nephews, visiting nobles, and of course he himself. Doran had tried stopping them - this water game and many other terrorisations of their palaces - yet it had had no use. Nothing and no one could stop the combined force of Elia and Elle.

The latter currently climbed one of the trees growing in the courtyard, swinging from branch to branch as if she were a monkey.

It had been a challenge trying to teach her anything remotely connected to politics or courtly life. This - climbing, swimming, even fighting sometimes - had been easy, but proper eticette? Taxes and laws? Relations between the great houses and the intricacies of war? Forget about it.

But he had held on, and eventually managed to trick her into attending her lessons. Mainly by disguising it as something else, sending ladies her gaze had rested on a moment too long with her, or promising certain things to her. Mainly adventures, yet sometimes even things as simple as a new painting.

Elle lounged in the tree, seemingly quite content with Elia not being able to reach her.

As he watched her sit there, hands gripping her thighs tighter than normal, he could not help feeling sad. Gone was the carefree little girl he had raised. In her place, the gods had returned to him a woman grown, who had experienced all the horrors and delights their world had to offer. No amount of smiles and laughter could hide the fear in her eyes.

What could have possibly damaged his resilient little sunshine so thoroughly?

“Elle needs new clothes,” he told his paramour as he gently traced her knuckles. “And a bath.”

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[concerningwolves]

hello! i have question for you if you don’t mind me asking:

one part of my story focuses on a blind-from-birth friend (let’s call them A) struggling with not being overprotective of their friend (let’s call them B) who has very recently gained deafness.

would it be inappropriate or insensitive for B, in their confrontation, to compare their conditions? as in, if A could make it through life as successfully as they have, what’s to say B can’t adapt and succeed too even if it’s not the same condition?

Ohh, this sounds like a very interesting and crunchy dynamic!

I think this is one of those occasions where, yes, what your character is saying could be insensitive, but it's said as a result of a very reasonable conflict. The way I look at it is this: Your character(s) can say and do things that are insensitive if it's true to their characterisation and/or makes narrative/thematic sense. What's important is that you as the writer can recognise when something is insensitive/offensive/incorrect, and handle the issue respectfully in the wider story.

So, there are two issues with B's comment about "adapting and succeeding":

It doesn't acknowledge the nuance in disabled people's experiences, which could feed into the stereotype that all disability exists as a monolith (usually a monolith of suffering).

It doesn't account for any potential struggles or difficulties that A has experienced – or, more crucially, still experiences – because of their blindness. This skews close to the "Inspirationally Disadvantaged" trope, wherein a disabled character is treated as heroic for doing something everyday ordinary. (See also: inspiration porn)

It's a sad reality that if B wasn't otherwise disabled before gaining deafness, they were probably ableist. I don't mean "hateful bigot" degree ableism – more the insidious, everyday type of ableism that seeps into us because of social beliefs. In that context, a comment like B's is understandable. You see it all the time both in fiction and real life: people become disabled or chronically ill, and both they and those around them immediately treat the new situation as something that needs to be "fixed" or overcome.

While becoming disabled is a life-altering circumstance which may carry its own trauma or grief (even if not caused by a more "typically" traumatic event!), it's not a tragic condition that has to be overcome. It's a new way of living. There will be new problems to deal with though, ranging from The Symptoms to internalised, social and systemic ableism, and it's important not to shy away from or gloss over these. In B's case, they're going to learn to live without a sense that they probably never realised was quite so important to them. I've always been deaf, so I really recommend finding accounts from people who became deaf later in life to get a deeper understanding of this perspective.

When handling A and B's disabilities in the wider narrative, think about the two issues I raised above and see if they're present at all. Some questions to help you assess your narrative as a whole are:

Are you painting A and B with the same brush? – by which I mean, have you done research into blindness and deafness separately, and reflected differences in the culture and beliefs associated with them in the narrative?

↪ (Disabled communities often have a culture built up around them, with facets like humour, shared experiences, and language and other communication systems. I always wholeheartedly suggest looking into these and incorporating them into stories!)

Does A ever encounter any issues related to their blindness, or do they somehow manage to ""overcome"" everything? – think about what accessibility aids they use, what barriers they face, and how they navigate the world as a blind person. If you've not checked them out already, blindbeta has an incredible blog for portraying blind and low vision characters.

↪ (Even in an ableism-free 100% accessibility-focused society, most disabilities are still going to be, y'know, disabling in some way. The core question to ask yourself is how does my character's disability/condition affect them on a day-to-day level?)

Have you included disabled joy as well as disabled struggles? – there are often positive aspects to disability! Sometimes it's as simple as "this is how I experience the world and I'm okay with that"; sometimes it's "my disability means [X] and I'm proud of that"; other times it's "this is what I've learned from living with [disability] and I value that". There's a lot of variety in opinion and you won't be able to please or represent everyone, but it's infinitely worth looking into and including as much as you can.

I hope this helps. Please feel free to ask if you need anything clarified, and good luck with your story!

[gayofthefae]

Made this post then realized something about El and Mike's dynamic

Like many of the various platonic party member combos I thought about, they matched up in some very important ways that others didn't but not others, which were filled by other members of the party instead. And I was thinking about El as a friend to Mike, like any other party member is, and how this even aligns. The wording I used in that post for them for their combined archetypes would be:

protective bubbly unsure emancipated abuse survivor girl & fiercely loyal and caretaking closeted queer boy who doesn't know himself

And the key thing I noticed when I went to write that out is though they have many importantly complimentary and aligned features like "protective" and "loyal", "abuse survivor" and "caretaking", there is an important one they shouldn't have in common:

"unsure" and "doesn't know himself"

Regardless of your sexuality opinion, it is canon that Mike is figuring himself out and doing a lot of self reflection as he grows. And El's arc has been about her learning her likes and dislikes elevating into security in her own decision-making. And these two people can have a great relationship at every other point. And these two people can have an even better relationship at the other side of those arcs...

but they started their relationship as "unsure x doesn't know himself". She was not secure in her decision making and he was still/pre-figuring out who he was. Sometimes people like that figure it out together, but they didn't. And as we continue to get more specifics like how he wants to be needed and she needs to not need anyone, we find that the direction of that growth can't grow together in this situation.

And because of that, maybe we could argue their romantic relationship could have gone differently had it started after they knew themselves better but (firstly, isn't that all first loves?*and wasn't that Steve's point) that also would have meant those other factors like "caretaking" and "abuse survivor", or even ones I didn't mention like "protective" and "closeted", "bubbly" and "doesn't know himself" (not knowing yourself can be scary and even if lightness isn't a solution, it can be helpful coping).

Because at the end of the day, this is simplifying a story. They aren't real people, they represent them, and really only represent them in order to represent complex situations. So there is no "what if" in a story where they only exist for their situation to be demonstrated. Aspects of their archetypes match up in very important ways that you would not sacrifice at the time that they met, and aspects combined in counterproductive ways. So they grew separately from each other and once they find that growth alone or with other people, they can truly be the most compatible versions of themselves and remain close in between by also not expecting or forcing themselves to align in ways they can't assist each other in.

[fsfghgee]

The rules that are set in human society is what separate us from animals. To take a bond like brotherhood that is purely platonic and transgression it to a romantic bond IS and forever WILL BE something that must be shamed . Not everything needs to be romantic and this is definitely one of them . And the excuse of it being fiction doesn't stand considering fiction is a reflection of reality so to reflect disgusting ideals that are out of human values and to try to normalise it too ?? Come on , like don't act as if paring two brothers (by blood or not ) romantically or sexually is normal or an opinion that is OK to have . You can have it obviously , you're free to do whatever you want in this world but be aware enough to know its not normal/OK . I'm against harassment so I'm not talking about those who take it too far I'm talking about those who express thier disgust at this kind of stuff and how it is just normal civilised human behaviour. If you want to stand by something so disgusting and deprived realise that it IS something that is disgusting and deprived at the very least understand why what you like is so taboo so you'd stop being surprised when people act normal. It's a fact not an opinion.

You can think that way and I respect it, I'm not trying to change your mind or anybody else's. I just wrote what I wrote because I can't stand people taking advantage of situation just for the sake of being mean. You know, disagree is just natural and I do it often, but disagree and harass someone is not the same thing. Cyberbullying is a crime, unlike fictional incest content. And that's what we are talking about here. Like, Mortal Kombat is a game that got famous under a lot of controversy, and is not made to underage people play, who plays Mortal Kombat can't be that moralistic (or so I thought). And I'm not seeing anyone disrespect the laws when shipping Lin Kuei bros, they are not real after all, you may not like that, but a lot of people do. And again, I'm not asking anyone to like it, but express your dislike for something calling people names and spamming their blogs with insults won't change anything. I can't respect people who do this kinda shit. If they do to me, they will see my unpleasant side and if I see someone suffering because of these kinds, I will report. That's what I mean with my post about that.