#to put it simply

[silkenbow]

shaney doodles

[dabislittlemouse]

Dabi lied about his tear ducts being burned- or maybe he didn’t. Maybe he really thought at some point they were burned, but the case could be that since a teenager he tried hard to not let emotions get in the way anymore (specifically crying since it was something he disliked most about himself when he got emotional, and those very same tears got him burned to death back in Sekoto) and that turned into him actually not being able to cry no matter what happened. My man locked tf in and shooed his vulnerability away, focusing only on the anger and revenge. And it resulted into him physically unable to cry, after a long time trying to hide those feelings, to hold back tears, he succeeded, and it wasn’t because of the burns, not really. He trained himself well through the years, and at some point he really thought his tear ducts weren’t functional anymore. He couldn’t cry when Twice died, even though he was clearly raging over his death. Couldn’t really cry when he first encountered his dad in Hosu city, he held himself back (which resulted into blood coming out of his scars instead). Couldn’t cry when having his monologue lying on the couch and reminiscing about his past (which again resulted into blood). When he’s overwhelmed with emotions he burns everything, laughs, goes crazy, does anything but cry.

He’s never talked about his past with anyone either, all the trauma, the abandonment, the hurt, keeping it all inside of him since he was a child.

After years of holding back he finally shed real tears in the end of the war, he was vulnerable, when his dad apologised to him, when Shoto talked to him. Maybe deep down he was shocked too, that he actually can cry. I could see him squeezing his eyes shut while his family was talking to him in the last chapters, probably trying his best not to cry in front of them, because he knows that his facade has been shattered long ago, and he can’t put it back no more, his feelings being all over the place, vulnerable both physically and emotionally.

[squiddo01]

Prelude - 1

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and so it begins

also sorry for doing this whole beginning bit again, but i throught i could do it better

that and some things were changed between the first time doing this part and now

[starryfruitelope]

𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱: "a naive but good natured, young prince has to face his predicaments including the wrath and envy of a malicious sorceress, while trying to live decently in an abandoned windmill manor dwelled by peddlers."

𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄: "a knucklehead of a dupe lives the same tale but different."

[hyperactivewhore]

Do you think if Cami was Elijah’s love interest, she would still be called Caroline’s clone? Honestly, the only two reasons why I can think of people constantly saying she’s Caroline 2.0 is because she’s Klaus’s love interest and she’s blonde. But in the show, she is literally nothing like Caroline at all. I see Caroline stans hating on Cami because shes apparently so awful, but then they go on to say she’s a carbon copy of Caroline. So what is it? Is Cami a selfish, awful monster or is she Caroline’s clone?

Cami, much like every other female character in TVD, deserves so much better than how the fandom treats her. She’s not some girl obsessed with Klaus. She’s not trying to ruin Klaus’s and Caroline’s relationship - in fact, Caroline’s not even a thought in her head. All cami wanted to do was live her life and help people.

The way the fandom treats Cami, Bonnie, Elena, Hayley, Aurora, and Davina is so disgusting. This isn’t me saying that Caroline doesn’t receive disgusting comments, but compared to the rest of the cast, she’s often portrayed as a saint and is labeled as “not like other girls”.

The fandom calling Cami a copy of Caroline is 100% tied to the fact they're both love interests for Klaus. If Cami hadn't been romantically paired with Klaus, she would have never been as hated as she is.

Is there even a reason to dislike Cami? I'm honestly asking, because I just don't think there is. She didn't do anything wrong, and if you're gonna bring up how she stole the only weapon that could kill the Mikaelson, then I don't care, because Cami never planned to use it against them. She just wanted her dark objects back, but Klaus, of course, had to be Klaus.

People will complain about how she constantly tried to put an end to the violence in her life, but completely changed her mind once she became a vampire because she wanted to kill Aurora. The same Aurora who killed her, terrified her and traumatized her, and to make it worse Klaus couldn't even bother to hurt Aurora back because he still had feelings for her, and Cami knew it. She had every right to be angry, scared, hurt, and vengeful.

However, knowing kalijah stans call Hayley a Katherine copy, I don't think Cami would have it much easier either. This fandom loves to bash women simply because the men in their ships fell for other woman instead of the one they wanted him with. Camille falls in love with Klaus? How dare she, she is Caroline's copy simply because of that, and apparently because they're both blonde too. Hayley loves Elijah? Ugh, Elijah just entertains her because she reminds him of Katherine.

If anything, Camille was more like Jenna. They were both humans who got involved in the supernatural world, two women who just wanted to help people but ended up dying ironically because of Klaus. Honestly, what do Camille and Caroline even have in common? Being blondes and their names starting with "ca"? To summarize it, Camille was a woman, Caroline was a girl. They were in different points of their lives when they met Klaus; one was an adult and the other one was just leaving her adolescence behind.

Thanks for the ask!

[hyliasblade]

Also Hi Tumbler I am back :)

[rocketqueen1989x]

I bet that tongue could do many magical things 😋

[therosefrontier]

Day 1: Vocal Chords

“Suzume, please. You can just cancel class, can’t you? You’re not seriously planning on going up there sounding like…well, like that?”

Suzume looked her roommate in the eye with the cadence of a deep, exasperated sigh which she would have breathed, if only it didn’t hurt so much to breathe it. She woke up this morning feeling pain all over, giving her the sensation and probably the appearance of someone who just got hit by a truck, but the worse part was her throat, she soon figured out. Her breathing was raspy, her voice was strained and hoarse, and she struggled to swallow food. Breakfast was a nightmare, and Quinn just got a front-row seat to all of it, so really, it was no wonder she looked at her like she was crazy.

“It’s too short a notice; it just…wouldn’t work,” Suzume replied, whispering to save her pained voice, and subconsciously adjusting the scarf around her neck which covered up the large black and purple bruise that greeted her in the mirror this morning. She didn’t realize it would be that bad…the cut wasn’t too deep, but the force of that hit she took… Well, neither biology nor medical practice were her specialties, but it wasn’t hard to guess why her throat was causing her problems, that was for sure.

“Oh come on, what do you mean it ‘wouldn’t work’!?” Quinn shot back, her eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as she seemed to suddenly become determined to unfairly use her strength of voice to make a point over Suzume’s weakened one. “Don’t tell me your bosses will get onto you for taking the day off because if they are, then so help me I will march to that school right now and tell them exactly what I think because you know, if they don’t take care of their teachers when they are so obviously sick, then I—”

“No, no, please, Quinn, it’s okay,” Suzume cut her off with a reassuring smile, really hopeful that it would do the job of getting her to drop whatever bold ideas she was getting. She would take this moment to laugh it off, to really sell the act, if, of course, she wasn’t so solemnly confident in how painful laughing would most definitely be. “I’ll be fine in a few hours. It’s not a big deal, I promise.”

Quinn still looked upset, crossing her arms and making a strangled noise of disgruntlement. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Ugh…well, fine. I’m not going to argue with you while you’ve lost your voice, but for the record, you sound awful. If you get worse, just…remember my work is only a couple of blocks away, okay? You can come get me, or send a bot to get a message to me, and I’ll be there. I’ll get you home.”

“Okay, Quinn.” Suzume smiled, more genuinely this time. “Thanks.”

+++

Quinn was right, and Suzume knew it. She hated to admit it, but she was in no shape for teaching class, but she just…had to try. She had to just pass it off like a normal case of losing your voice and let that be the reason she would save her lectures for another day in favor of just handing out a practice test, or something like that. She could manage. Because the problem was, she just couldn’t ask for sick leave without somebody asking why.

Maybe, she could give a nice excuse and come up with a normal explanation for the injury. However, the normal assumptions would be way too alarming, she thought… it might look like someone tried to choke her, and that wasn’t what happened at all. Well, someone did try to kill her, technically, but it wasn’t by choking. She, Manuel, and Felix were left at the mercy of a player piano, of all things, and there was absolutely no way that little detail was going into her cover story without someone thinking that she had officially lost her mind. The repeated shockwaves the piano emitted while they tried to shut it off really did a number on all three of them, but…it could have been worse, so Suzume would count her blessings. They ripped out the piano roll before it finished its song, and no one got seriously hurt.

Suzume just wished her injury didn’t have to be so noticeable. What was she supposed to say, that she fell and ran into a tree? It wasn’t feasible, and she just couldn’t attract attention. A few questions, even if well-meaning, from her boss could easily have a domino effect and reach so many other people, like Quinn, her coworkers, her students, her neighbors, the local police, politicians, the media, and worse of all: her father. He was already suspicious of what was going on lately with her, and he hasn’t trusted Manuel since the day they met, nearly ten years ago now, so she was justifiably quite wary of the very real possibility that he would get the blame for all of this, especially since the official cover story was that she was at the shop with him all night. Best case scenario, he’d get blamed for the accident somehow; worst case scenario, people would get it in their heads that Suzume got choked by the guy that everyone insisted on mistakenly assuming was her boyfriend.

This was exhausting to think about. The stress over discovery almost succeeded in distracting her from her pain, though, so, maybe that was a bonus. Either way, she would rather stay in motion than sit and rest with nothing to do but stew in her thoughts. She really wasn’t by any means a workaholic, regardless of what Quinn might think, but if given a choice between the two, she did prefer working over thinking. The stress was just too big a price to pay. Of course, if she could choose to do anything right now, she would be at home with her cat, tinkering with CAL-A or playing Vexitl tiles with herself, but alas, life wasn’t fair.

Suzume got to the university main building in one piece, giving some quiet ‘hellos’ and light apologies with a smile to everyone she met over having lost her voice today, while making a straight beeline to her office to get what she needed before making her way to her first class. She realized, then, that she was quite anxious to see her first class, actually, as well as the third and the fourth, because, given recent events, she needed to see that Kyle, Pen, Xavier, Terrence, and Ophelia were in it. Those kids had better not have gotten into any trouble. If she found out they got mixed up with the Black Rose or Silver Eye, or worse yet, if those dangerous groups had come to them…then, she wanted to know. She needed to know.

With a looming sense of dread, Suzume thought about what happened last night. It was supposed to just be a bit of investigation, but…then, they ended up facing the Silver Eye leader herself, Cypria (or more accurately, Polni Tyndarid, which they just figured out was her real name, actually), and despite their previous uneasy alliance, she was furious with them, now. Despite her usual stoicism and deliberate carefulness to act, she angrily accused them of working with the Black Rose, on account of Felix’s former membership with the treasure hunting organization, and she…well, left them to die, after that. Maybe, Suzume could argue that she wasn’t really trying to kill them, but it definitely looked she had finally lost her mind, and that, frankly, was terrifying—much more so than whatever had been going on before. Suzume didn’t know what Cypria or any of these people were going to do next. She really hoped, for all of their sakes, that it wasn’t going to be more violence.

But gratefully, the students who she had mentored, who got caught up in this mess half a year earlier just because the Firxstroll House wanted a time machine and decided they’d add on some young talent to make it happen, were all here, safe and sound. Her classes went by, one by one, and she managed, but it wasn’t easy. Not in the slightest.

The pain only grew worse with each passing hour. Suzume could only whisper, so she tried to simply avoid long lectures today and give her students some practice work to spend the class time on, instead, but she couldn’t avoid talking entirely. She had to try. She had to keep going, no matter how long this day took. No matter how many times she felt haunted by last night’s fight. She could handle it.

This…was really getting exhausting, though. Using her throat, that is. It hurt so much, she could barely think.

“Um…Miss Kazama? Are you alright!?”

At the end of the fourth class of the day, Pen came up to her desk, clearly looking worried and anxious, as if she had been wanting to ask this ever since class began. She wasn’t the first one to ask, either. She and her other robotics clubmates especially had a good reason to be worried. Even right now, Terrence hung behind her, just a short distance away, like he didn’t know what to do in the conversation but also really wanted an answer.

Suzume was quiet, for a moment. She thought about Pen in particular, about how the young woman who loved loud music, flashy clothes, and robot battling had been so famously worry-free before, always refusing to get stuck in thoughts over whether something would or would not work out, even if she really should, but now…that look she was wearing, with creased eyebrows and a tight frown and with hands clutched so tightly to her notebooks that she might make a hole in them—it was a look she was wearing far too often, these days. It made Suzume really hope this would all be over, soon. “I’m fine,” she said in a whisper, wearing a faint smile. “I just need some rest—that’s all.”

[oficeandwind]

happy holidays everyone! hope y'all are having a good season. <3

[st-rick]

Story time!... kinda short but anyway-

I was packing my stuff to go to school today

And then holiday strikes 💀

[random0lover]

I struggle so hard with choosing what pet names the guys would use like my constant go to is sweetheart for some reason and I can’t escape it.

I mean in my brain Simon is the only that uses lovie but it’s probably because so many people write him using it so now it’s just ingrained in my brain that he uses it

[sncrly0urs]

this is an old ass trope

but what if lnd guys were only the actors of the characters? or they're the *LIs' face models. what would they do when their s/o becomes addicted to the characters they're acting as? getting caught watching edits, squealing about them with their s/o's best friend, and making them totally feel jealous of their own selves?

LI - Love Interest

[essentialthyme]

i dropped spanish 'cause like, i was struggling to find content in spanish that interested me (the only thing that caught my attention was blasphemous, which was way too hard for me to keep up with), so instead i decided to switch to a language that i have thousands and thousands of stuff i want to read, watch and listen to

so. guess who just spent five hours learning the hiragana syllabary 🫠

[getvalentined]

Shout out to me being such a complex patient that my psych literally traveled to the other side of the country for over a month to undertake a course in a newly accepted therapy modality that she thinks will help me specifically.

I love her but I also feel like this is the exact opposite of a good sign.

[german-garbage]

"Just as the world dealt with the nazis" do you wanna know how they delt with the nazis?? Whenever I stumble across some historical post-ww2 political figure who gives of srsly bad vibes it's ALWAYS someone who used to be some mid-to-high-ranking person in the nazi party. They didn't fucking kill every single person associated with the nazi party. They had "denazifying" programs for people involved with the party - it's arguable if they were successful or not. Granted, sometimes I kinda wish they did kill all of them, but deep down even I know that wouldn't have been right - that it wouldn't have been possible without wiping out the entire population of one country.

Stop lying to gain sympathy. Stop trying to paint yourself like some goddamn fighter against the forces of evil if you don't care how many innocents you have to kill to fullfill your oh so noble cause.

[whiteknightloser]

hmm. very big boom just now. it’s 11:25pm. was that a firework or a gunshot? we’ll never know. doesn’t help that i saw a weird ass drone earlier today.