#you stepped on a landmine

[armyflags]

helloooo

could u do a umbrella term for when someone wants to have the same trauma as certain characters ? mayba transcharatrauma or smth ?

please and thank uuuu !

᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼ Trans Character Trauma

᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼When one identifies as having a characters trauma . ᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼For whatever specified / unspecified reasons .

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎If already coined consider as an alt . Req by anon . ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎No DNI . Just be nice / civil about it . Free for anyone .

[upon-the-snow]

✨ thoughts and prayers ✨

[gingermaple]

*sticks mic in your face* start rambling about the roleswapverse plz?

with pleasure!!!

the entire premise is (as the name would suggest) that all the characters roles are swapped. scar and grian are no longer the heros hotguy and cuteguy, and instead their roles are filled by pearl and gem (hotgal and cutegal). as such, scar and grian now fill their previous roles as the villains spectacle (scour) and bleeding heart (bleeding hart). while the roles are all swapped everyone keeps their original mutations.

pearl is still a journalist, but now she also takes matters into her own hands as the vigilante hotgal, alongside her trusty sidekick gem/cutegal, a soldier who feels she finally has something worth fighting for.

funny enough, their first meeting/general dynamic goes a lot smoother than it does for the boys in canon, with their first meeting being pearl saving gem instead of shooting her (looking at you hotguy)

scar (spectacle) is a villain who believes everybody should be able to be their 'true self'. he's very flashy, changes his costume with every appearance, and doesn't like to get his hands dirty. instead he has a ton of henchmen he calls 'stagehands' to do things for him.

grian (bleeding heart) is his primary stagehand. originally a stone-cold killer who only knew how to follow orders, spectacle gave him the opportunity to have fun and express himself.

they have a very 3rd Life coded dynamic in which grian uses his position as scar's lackey to cause chaos and do what he wants with the excuse that 'he was just following orders' and scar uses grian to do his dirty work.

this au (of an au) exists in collaboration with a bunch of my fellow hgcz contributors and we're all collectively going insane over it.

[lucabyte]

No Hats!Isabeau developing feelings for Loop and Loop immediately clocking it and feeling Fucking Awful and that he’s manipulated Isa into liking him.

you 🫵 you get it anon. what if we could concoct worse and even less healthy situations for these two to be in.

bc loop has shown they've grown an ability to notice isa's behaviour by that point! they know how he is and acts! they'd be able to tell!

and also isabeau is wayyy less well adjusted than most people make him out to be (though he's probably like. in second place in the party when it comes to that still) so im not sure he'd be great either! but also! oh no! last time he wasn't forthright about liking someone the guy fucking DIED OF LONELINESS so make a decision quick, bucko!!

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

If anxiety was a doctor who episode it would just be Boom on repeat

[tinkerbitch69]

Both of these memes can and should coexist.

[pyrepostings]

Blow your whumpee's leg off with a landmine

[bringslife]

so tired of seeing ppl (non rp fandom) complaining about the doctor crying whenever he’s in an emotionally traumatizing situation.

[en-ben]

People will create the most sacred dish known to a man and then put nuts in it

[armyflags]

can you do trans albino?

᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼ Trans Albino

᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼When one identifies as having Albinism . ᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼For whatever specified / unspecified reasons .

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎If already coined consider as an alt . Req by anon . ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎No DNI . Just be nice / civil about it . Free for anyone .

[octahyde]

ok I don’t post things so maybe I just don’t know how bad of an issue shippers are (which could very well be the case) but also like

it’s weird to me how many people specify their works aren’t the ship that will not be named???

like any time on other places I’ve ever posted about loving Idia and ortho a lot it’s always been (correctly) presumed as loving their sibling relationship without shipping them being considered

like the default assumption for stuff involving the two of them is it’s platonic. as a ship it seems a lot more common in jp fandom than eng too but again this could all be my own curation and not necessarily the actual reality

[erikkarlsson]

no way the knights beat a team 6-0 and yet can only think of the sharks see what happens when you’re the main character of the league

[catsrightnow]

You ask me to talk abt anime and the boss music starts

[anruraiocht]

etterath!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

obscure sorrows

(the feeling of emptiness after a long and arduous process is finally complete.)

Six months.

It's half a year after the steel jaws of Leif and Miranda's promise close around Dryas' neck. It's half a year of the Liberation Army suffering under siege in Leonster Castle without even the faintest glimmer of hope. Half a year is enough time for the passing of two seasons, all spent cooped up in a fortress.

"Did you hear?"

It starts as a whisper first, gradually murmuring its way through the army until exhausted voices ring out in exuberant cheers. After six long, arduous months, there is finally good news to boost morale, brought by a flaxen haired messenger.

"Lord Seliph's army has taken Ulster! We're saved!"

The person who should feel the happiest about this news does not join in on the cheering. She goes through the motions, yes, smiling and thanking anyone that offers her their congratulations. She plays her part well, as is expected of her.

"You must be so happy, Princess!"

She should be.

Is it supposed to feel like this? She's been waiting for this moment her whole life as the poor, deposed princess of Ulster. This should be the happiest moment of her life. Her heart should be swelling and she should be crying tears of gratitude. That's how she always imagined it would feel to have her kingdom returned to her.

But she feels nothing.

...Huh? Why?

It must be shock, she tells herself. When it finally sets in that this isn't a dream, that's when she'll be happy, right? She just hadn't expected that someone else would manage where they had failed, that's all. It's been a long six months, so maybe she's just tired from the fighting.

That must be the reason for this numbness she feels.

Even if the steel jaws of the trap they had both set up only ever managed to hurt their own, so long as someone managed to catch the fox, then couldn't all be forgiven?

When she catches sight of Leif across the hall, she finds that he doesn't look very happy, either. For the first time in her life, Miranda thinks that she and Leif are more similar than she would care to admit.

[swagyna]

you guys im hanging w a friend while she doordashes and im tryn not to cry abt fucking ygo.

[justicefanged]

"Hello dear, I just wanted to check on some of those who are staying behind. I know your brother went along with some of the others, but the both of you seem tense... Would you like to talk about it?"

Everything was a mess.

Books and papers were scattered on the floor, desks upturned and even some broken into several pieces. For such an open space, it now felt small and cramped. There was ink spilled somewhere on the floor, drying into the spaces in between the stones.

He really hadn't meant for it to happen. It was early. There were still students who hadn't left to help with the-- whatever the fuck was going on back home and elsewhere. He was a teacher. He'd been...getting ready for something. Something stupid. Written test or something. He didn't like them, hated it -- he had to sit still, and it was irritating and things got too quiet, and--

Linus let out a heated sigh, fingers messing through his hair with just a bit too much roughness.

Shouldn't get worked up again after...Shit, what a mess. He didn't even know what time it was. He could see light through the windows, and hear people moving around outside the classroom, but that didn't really tell him too much other than it was slightly later morning than when he'd first gotten in.

Maybe they'd heard the chaos and just decided it was better to skip that day.

He let his head fall back against the cool stone of the wall, exhaustion weighing him down in the most uncomfortable way. Always did after. If he wasn't in the middle of a fight for his life, the anger fizzled out and all he was left with was ash and burnt out bones. He'd slept for a full day once.

Didn't feel like sleeping now. Too much-- Too much going on in his head.

So when there was a soft but concise knock on the door, followed by the creaking sound of it opening and then closing again, Linus wasn't thrilled.

Brown eyes shifted up from the point on the floor they'd been burning a hole into for the better part of the morning, lingered on the approaching woman for a moment before finally being able to place her. Long lavender hair, misleading figure, soft eyes and firm hands.

She gave him juice after that big battle between the houses. Didn't think he knew her name. If he did, he was forgetting it in the moment.

Linus tried to level a glare at her encroaching on his disaster zone, but the fight was out of him now and it didn't have the intimidating effect he was hoping for.

Oh. Oh, so that's why she was here. Guess they had to send someone in, someone that was fool enough to try and calm him down or strong enough to beat him into submission. She didn't strike him as a fool, so she must be strong -- but then, why was she trying this tactic? Trying to talk to an agitated animal was how you ended up bit.

And he was about to spit something in that vein right back at her gentle words, tried to muster up all that fire and shrapnel inside him and throw it in her face.

"I know your brother went along--"

It rekindled some of that blaze, some of that rage -- but he was so. fucking. tired.

It wasn't supposed to happen.

Angry, exhausted tears are in his eyes now. Teeth bared and face screwed up into a snarl. But he's been sitting on the floor, the bulk of his body pressed in against a corner of the room. It's not a very threatening look.

"He fuckin--" Saints, his voice was shredded, guess he'd been yelling for a bit when he went ballistic in here. "He left. Again. To-- Told me I couldn't come with him, that I should fuckin' stay here. For what?!" Linus bit out, slamming a curled fist into the floor. "Last time we split up, he almost died! We don't split up! We. Never. Should. Split. Up! He always-- always fuckin' p-pulls this shit! Jus' 'cause he's older, he gets to tell me what to do! Fuck that! He was wrong then, what if he's wrong now?!"

My brother never makes mistakes.

Yeah, he'd thought that. Believed it fully, completely. Lloyd was smart, Lloyd was older, Lloyd never lost to him in a fight. He had all these plans, and all these things that Linus would never be able to keep all in his head to get them out of problems.

But Linus had also found his brother in the dirt, bloody and pale and hardly breathing. Had seen that thing standing over him, gold eyes glinting through the mists, and knew that if he didn't step in right then, his brother was going to die. Almost died anyways, just trying to get him to help.

He'd carried Lloyd on his back, became far too intimate with the unnatural cold that had seeped into him, like he was hauling a corpse around.

His brother made mistakes, and Linus knew that now.

And it scared him that it felt like that mistake was being repeated again.

"We're the brothers Reed. We don't split up..."