#I don't really have any 'goals' here other than like be active! at least a few days a week

[rorah]

The mentally stable Dimitri Fire emblem 3 hopes.

It surprises me that there's still ppl claiming so, but then I remember we're talking about 3h interpretations and I have to make peace with it.

But that doesn't stop me from venting a little bit in this little space I have lol. Actually, it dries me and makes me feel bad to bring this up because I will have to talk bad about Dedue, and I don't want to talk Bad about Dedue. He's a genuinely good boy. But "Human" nonetheless, which means Flaws. I like Felix too but he's become some sort of a clown that doesn't make me feel too bad. I like Felix tho, In a different way.

Mostly talking about these two because the take that "Dimitri has better support system" baffles me because, technically, these two are his support system in HopesVerse. The persons who Dimitri relays on and seek solace/advice/support. The rest doesn't really tackle any of his personal struggles (aside from the Mage!Mitri frustrated dream, but that's out of the bad equation in our 'mentally unwell' set of pixels, and Shez only has a glimpse). Contrary, to Houses verse where the whole blue lions cast knew about his shit, didn't know what to do, but didn't leave either.

I tackled this topic with other person on Twitter who was (or still is) on board with this take and the phrase they used was They contained him better, which of course I agree and remarked that was exactly the problem. Contain him is gonna be contra productive. I used a water dam analogy, where the structure of such dam is damaged, and the pressure of water keeps accumulating. Causing a foreseeable damage for the dam itself and the surroundings. You don't need to be a genius to understand it, you need experience or knowledge for mental ill topics tho.

I really don't want to extend so much on here because it's mostly just, rant format more than a proper analysis so I just want to point out these two things in their support conversations.

First, Dedue. Encourage him to keep on the vengeful path. Which we know was the final goal of Azure Moon and if you payed attention to 3 houses message. The whole Vengeful argument was something Bad, to keep it simple. Despite Dimitri actively looking for answers/guidance for something that, in a rational state he can see clearly like vengeance will consume his life (also Shez and Felix called out this behavior). Dedue answer only encourage him to keep on that path, because he would do that 💔. Presenting 2 oposite views is a great formula for confusion and disorientation. Now, Dedue's role is primary SUPPORT, not guidance nor orientation. He will support his shit no matter what, and we are quite aware of that if played Houses.

Second, Felix. Felix is a special case. He is smart but also an idiot lacks A LOT of soft skills to actually be of help. He's the only one who knows in this verse about Dimitri having a mental issue. In their A support to say the least, so they don't close or solve anything. What makes it more worrisome is the fact that Felix conceals the issue as a secret.

"So try to keep that whole "removing their heads" thing in check, yeah? We can just call it our little secret."

this extract here makes me feel so unwell 😭help

The whole burden falls over him and his lack of skills and wisdom on the matter will be too much for him later on. He at least, will be able to recognize that the problem is beyond of his capabilities and will look for help. Felix himself has his own issues and journey where he needs to learn. He's forced to get pass beyond some of his angry teen behavior but hasn't completely get over it.

There is a lot more to tackle, but that requires more work and time. What are the topics some of you think is important to cover around understanding the Hopes verse resolution? Dimitri's route? something? Do you think the route without Byleth is better? With that being said, I would like to delve deeper into character analysis, and the role each played for the Lords too. That also requires to talk about the Byleth and needs a whole analysis on their own, which requires time (which i don't have much lol) To end this vent, I would like to encourage people to do a little research for the terminology they're using like "Support System". Who makes it up and how it operates successfully. The fact that ppl saying "he has better support system" only because he didn't go feral on the run alone is not entirely valid. A reminder that people can feel alone with or without people around them. And containing the issue within doesn't solve any problem. At best, it's presented later. At worse, it gets worse.

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #my lil blorbo with mental health issues #few3hopes #fire emblem warriors 3 hopes #Today I woke up and felt like venting #BUT Just to make myself clear #this has nothing to do with ships #you can ship whatever you want #You do you #Just in case someone has that feeling #This is an analysis from a mental health point of view #because it is one of the strong points of this character and with which many of us connect/relate #So I like to apply psychological and neurological (even psychiatric if necessary) perspectives #And I like to apply realistic theories to this fictional world because that is the good thing about three-dimensional characters #They feel so human that all these hypotheses can be applied #If some of you don't. That's cool too. You do you #Enjoy the game as you please lil fella #ALSO ALSO I'm taking into account what the intention of the developers was #(that would be tricky considering the inconsistency withing the developers' team >___>)

[artificial-transmutations]

Relationship goals

The moment Toby's butt touched the couch, he could start counting seconds. Five, four, three...

"Toby! Where are you again?!" The shouting voice of his girlfriend, Norah pierced the peace before it had even started. Fuming like a small steam engine, she turned around the corner.

"I see. Slacking off again." She gave him a stern look, but still didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she walked over to the kitchen where they usually ate breakfast together.

"I'm sorry," Toby mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, be useful!", she snapped. Toby had heard this sentence a lot. "Did you make me any tea?"

"No..."

Norah sighed. "Well, I guess I'll have to do without."

She sat down at the table and took out her phone. She scrolled through the messages there for a few minutes before looking up.

"Where is my tea?" she asked annoyedly.

"I thought you didn't want any, because you said..." Toby began, but was cut off by the sharp voice of Norah.

"I don't need excuses! Just do it! I made myself perfectly clear, I think."

So, Toby stood up and started preparing tea. Living with Norah had become... difficult. She used to be a sweet and caring girl, or at least that's how he remembered her. But now, she was constantly angry about everything. Ever since they moved in together, she had been getting angrier and angrier every day. Not to mention controlling. He even had the thought of breaking up with her because of it, but he had quickly discarded it again. They were together for so long now, and they were engaged. Not to mention that he didn't think he would find anyone else like her again...

"Toby! Where. Is. My. Fucking. Tea?" Her voice echoed through the apartment once more.

"Coming!" He replied while pouring hot water into a cup.

He put the kettle back on the stove and looked up at Norah. She was sitting there, glaring angrily at him.

"Here you go, sweety." Toby said in a calm voice, trying to soothe her mood.

"Right now, there is nothing sweet about me!" She snarled. "Just give me the damn tea."

"Okay..." Toby sighed and walked over to her, placing the cup next to her.

As Toby sat down on his chair, her eyes glared at him once more. "Don't you have anything better to do than sitting around? Did you already do the dishes?"

So, Toby sighed and went to do the dishes. On some days, it was really bad, and today was one of these days. It was probably his fault, though. If he just tried harder, she probably wouldn't be so angry all the time. He looked over to her, swiping on her phone while drinking the tea, and sighed. Still, in moments like these, he sometimes wished they had a different kind of relationship. There was nothing wrong with a dominant part in a relationship, if the other one still enjoyed it, but sometimes what they had felt just wrong. Besides, with her being angry all the time, their bedroom activity had pretty much come to a halt entirely.

His thoughts and wishes continued as he was working the soaped dishes in the sink. Perhaps he just needed to be a bit more confident. Yes. Perhaps that would help. He finished his work and got back to the kitchen, where Norah was already waiting for him.

"Took you long enough. Now, head to the garden, the lawn needs mowing." She commanded.

Toby was just about to follow her order, when he remembered he wanted to be more confident, so he replied: "I don't want to, sweety. Perhaps you could do it?"

Norah stared at him like he was an alien.

"What? That's a man's work!" she hissed.

"Then perhaps you need to be a man about it." Toby said, his voice a bit firmer now.

He would have expected about every reaction from Norah except the one she did: Obviously at a loss of words for a few moments, she finally said "Fine!" in an angry tone and stood up, walking to the garden. Toby was more than a bit surprised, and he followed her outside, sitting down in a garden chair, while Norah was getting the lawnmower.

As soon as she started it up, though, Norah started to change. The most obvious and immediate change was her height. While she had trouble handling the mower at first because she was just a bit short, that problem quickly solved itself, as she shot up at least a dozen centimeters. Moving the device forward became a lot easier, too, because her arms and legs packed on muscle mass quickly. She looked really ridiculous like that, with muscular arms and legs, but still her petite female torso in-between and her narrow girly head with the long blonde ponytail on top of it.

That was about to change, too, however. Her torso filled up with muscle while at the same time, her boobs receded into her body, leaving only a pretty masculine chest covered by a white t-shirt behind. Toby's mind told him to be disappointed by the loss of boobs, but he really wasn't. She looked good that way. Toby wasn't gay, but that firm chest got him excited pretty quickly. Perhaps he was bi, to some extend?

He got really curious of how Norah would look like if her face and the contents of her pants were male in anatomy as well. He didn't have to wait long for an answer. As if whatever magic that was changing her had noticed his thoughts, her face became somewhat more masculine. Her hair got shorter until it was a medium length male haircut, and sharp, somewhat masculine features became prevalent.

As her tight jeans transformed into a pair of long blue shorts made of nylon, Toby could see a small bulge forming in the front, clearly a sign of male anatomy. At the same time, Norah's butt grew larger and firmer, as it filled up with muscle.

Toby was really enjoying the view now. His dick had grown hard in his ...speedo? Toby took a double check. Yes, he was lying in the lawn chair only wearing a tight fitting speedo now, that was clearly showing his erection. However, Toby felt confident enough not to hide it! Why shouldn't he hide his hardon from his girlfriend? Was it even his girlfriend anymore or was it a boyfriend now? It didn't matter right now, and Toby continued to check out his own body. Unlike Norah's, his body had become a bit more compact, smoother, more elegant. He was probably even less muscular than before. What little strength remained was well hidden in a lean build, not a trace of bulging biceps. He made sure to keep his body always in his best condition, though. He shaved his chest and pubes every morning along with his face, to keep his smooth boyish charm, but there was more to him than that. Sure, his dick was on full display right now, the slightly above average length straining against the speedo, but his real asset was his juicy behind, an ass worthy of a gold star bottom like himself.

He turned back to the man mowing the lawn, shouting across: "Hey, Noah! Loose the shirt! And the shorts! I want to see your meat!"

'Noah'? Wasn't he called something else?

Noah shook his head to get rid of the distracting thought. Thinking had never been his strong side, no need to start with it now. He looked back to Tobias and answered in his considerably deeper voice than before: "Sure thing, boss!"

He started to pull off his shirt, which was getting more and more difficult along the way. His upper body continued to stack on muscle, and with each pound of muscle added, his intelligence diminished further, leaving him not much more than a drooling idiot once he had finished peeling his shirt off. He chuckled dumbly. He just loved to expose his muscular, hairy body, especially for his boss. As he pulled down his shorts, exposing his filled to the brim jockstrap underneath, as always in a state of arousal, as the wet patch from his precum on front of his underwear proved.

He had really been lucky to have met Tobias and got together with him. He was so smart, and he didn't mind thinking for the two of them. Noah knew fair well that he was dumb as a brick, but that didn't matter. He loved following orders, so his boss and him fit together like... something that fit together well.

"Yo, Noah. When you finished with the lawn, I need you to fill up a hole back here!"

Noah grinned. He understood that order (at least he was pretty sure about it) and his fat cock strained his jockstrap even more, as he got back to mowing.

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#muscle transformation #dumbing down #female to male tf #male transformation #straight to gay

[3hks]

Types of Protagonists

Merry Christmas, everyone! For this special day, I decided to release a hopefully more interesting and helpful post! As always, I made up MOST of the names to get the general idea across. (The internet is only so helpful and only so specific.) But having said that, here are some different types of main characters!The Hero - We all grew up with this one, this character's whole goal is just to be able to make a positive impact on the world. They're often caring, sometimes unnecessarily so, kind, and determined!

>>> The Antihero - An antihero is a character whose actions are morally wrong, as they seem like they'd be villains in any other story. However, they do everything with a positive purpose and motive in mind! Lastly, this character is usually more ruthless and apathetic towards others than the common person.

>>> The Villain - Were you surprised? Yes, a villain can absolutely be the main character of the story! They're simply the antagonist, but with the story based on their point of view. Despite that, don't get this mixed up with an antihero! A stereotypical villain really doesn't have much good behind their motives.

>>> The Average One - This character is meant to connect with the readers. They aren't anything special and don't stick out in any particular way, as their emotions and responses are meant to be relatable to the majority of the audience. They may have a couple of exceptional traits, but those are typically supernatural and don't interfere with their personality!

>>> The Cold Calculator - This is one of the more specific types that I couldn't research explicitly about online. The Cold Calculator is a character type that is, well, cold and calculating! They have an impressively high amount of intelligence, which they use to achieve their objectives. Additionally, they are able to manipulate people, yet there's a lack of empathy for them. They are self-centered and focus only on their goals, disregarding those around them. Normally, this character isn't meant to stick out too much from the crowd, but naturally, there can be exceptions!

>>> The Hidden Genius - To be honest, I don't see much of this character type in American novels, but I think that they could really use some! The Hidden Genius is usually found in fantasy-oriented stories, where they have an extraordinary ability, but hide it for private reasons. This could be because it's dangerous, they lack control over it, it's peculiar, it requires specific settings, they're unaware of their ability, or that they simply don't want anyone realizing the power they have!

>>> The Changed One - This is a protagonist who's actively trying to change themselves from who they previously were! They're trying to escape their previous life and connections because they realize that what they were doing was, well, wrong. (Example: a thief abandoning his job to simply become a normal citizen, or a socially awkward student trying to overcome their anxiousness.) Still, their history does have an impact on them and affects them as a person! Honestly, it doesn't have to be a major change either, the point is that a character is just trying to alter themselves for the better!

>>> The Second Best - This character is incredibly impressive at something--very well above average--but there's another character who's simply better and tops them. The second character is normally some kind of rival for the protagonist to overcome. The two's relationship is typically rather complex, as it's often composed of learning, growth, competitiveness, and acceptance! This character is usually found in a school setting, revolving around academics or sports, but it's definitely not limited to that!

>>> The Almost Perfect Character - When introduced, this protagonist is seemingly perfect in all aspects of their life (at least in the eyes of others). However, as the story continues, little flaws are revealed and the readers are now aware of the underlying depth of this protagonist's life. Throughout the character's journey, they overcome their doubts, accept themselves for who they are, and learn to appreciate their imperfections!

>>> The Not-So-Gifted One - This character is pretty much summed up by the name: they're not very talented and lacking in several different, important skills. They are below average compared to other people their age, and struggle to meet expectations. Their story is typically about self-improvement, change, and acceptance!

Whew! That's ten different types of protagonists that can definitely be used in your works! I hope that these serve as inspiration and some kind of guide to those struggling to come up with an original main character! Thank you so much for those who bothered to read this unnecessarily long post, and happy holidays!

Happy writing~

3hks <3

#writing #writeblr #writerscommunity #writing tips #writing advice #writing inspo #creative writing #protagonists #types of protagonists #types of main characters

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Genuinely trying to understand why a gay person would be supporting the party you do.

Not American myself but from what I understand there’s a lot of homophobia there.

It doesn’t look like Democrats are perfect either but at least less hostile to gays?

I'll dispense with my usual "Shut the fuck up European" image response because you do actually seem genuine, so here's my genuine answer.

Yeah, there's some homophobia on the right. Some. It's nowhere near what the media would have you believe. But there's homophobia on the left, too. The left just has the media and their ability to shape a narrative on their side. The worst thing I've had said to me by someone on the right was that they don't support gay marriage and think its a sin. Or that they think gay sex is disgusting. And that's fine. I don't like hearing about certain sexual acts myself and find them gross and weird. I don't need anyone else to approve or support my sex life.

And as for the part about gay marriage, I understand where most of them are coming from when they say that, too. They truly feel that their religious beliefs are under attack and that religious marriage is supposed to be between one man and one woman. But even many of those people will say that they don't really care if gays get legally married as long as there's some differentiation between the religious ceremony of marriage, and the legal institution of marriage, which are two different things. I personally don't need anyone to validate my marriage but me and my husband. I don't care if it's legally recognized. I don't care if it's recognized by any particular church. My marriage and my relationships are my own personal business. And there are a lot of people on the right who feel the exact same way.

So, that's the worst I've gotten from the right. Let's talk about the worst I've gotten from the supposedly gay friendly left. The following is not a complete list, but here's some of the things that I've been told by Democrats and other leftists when they find out I'm a gay right winger, both online and offline:

Kill yourself

Die faggot

You should be gay bashed

I hope you get raped by a closeted Republican politician

I hope your dog dies

Kill yourself

You're a traitor to all gay people

Kill yourself with one of those guns you love

I hope you get cancer and die horribly

I hope your husband dies

You should be sent to a concentration camp

Kill yourself

and basically every anti-gay slur you can possibly think of

That's what I get from the left, from other gay people, when they find out I vote differently then they do. Just based on these anecdotal experiences with the American right and the American left, I think it's pretty clear why I find myself on one side and not the other.

But!

I'm not a one issue voter. Gay issues are mostly meaningless to me. What I care about are personal freedoms, protecting my rights, and the success of my country on the world stage. Currently, the American right aligns with those beliefs way more than the left. That's not to say the Republican Party always aligns perfectly with what I want or believe, but the reality is we live in a two party system. Until enough of us get together and make a nationally viable third party, if the choice in presidential elections is between one party that I almost never agree with and whose stated goals are to violate my rights and destroy everything I love about America, and one party that does what I voted for them to do around half the time, of course I'm voting for the second party nationally.

Locally it can be a bit different. It's easier to effect local elections and policies just by being active, and in geographically close areas the differences between the people running for town council might not be as wide as two people running for president nationally, so I won't just vote the R party line by default. I've voted libertarian locally before. Hell, I even voted Democrat once. But, for the most part, it's the Republicans who I feel will do what I think should be done more than the other parties. And that's why I vote for them, and why I'm a registered Republican. Well, that and I want to be able to vote in the Republican primaries.

[silversed0]

One of the things I think really sets apart how Larian writes their companion characters compared to other RPGs is that they don't typically start off liking or even trusting you very much at all. In like, Dragon Age, Pillars, or the other Baldur's Gates, most characters like you by default and are invested in helping you out, or at the very least, like you in addition to having a specific reason they need to accompany you. Even the more hostile characters tend to readily open up when you ask about their backstories and their interests, because that's how you as the player need to learn more about them, which to be clear, makes sense and is totally normal!

But it does hit different in a really interesting way in both DOS2 and BG3 where you have all these people forced to group up, not because they like each other, not because they even have any unified greater goals, but because they need each others' help to solve an immediate problem. In DOS2, nobody wants to be trapped in Fort Joy, so all the characters team up, all the while you'll see some IMMEDIATE friction. In BG3, nobody wants to have a tadpole cuddling their hindbrain, so everyone sticks together in this wilderness as they desperately search for a cure. There's no real camaraderie at first, it's about survival, and accordingly, these characters often don't WANT to tell you about themselves if they don't have to (though I think this part is more true for BG3, everyone in DOS2 tends to spill their initial deal pretty fast). Gale and Shadowheart actively dislike when you prod them for information, and appreciate when you let them talk in their own time. Lae'zel has no intention of even being on this plane longer than is necessary and sees basically everyone as being beneath her initially, while Astarion's lived lifetimes of abuse and deceit that've made him this naturally distrustful, closed off person. Wyll and Karlach are exceptions to this, being these happier, more heroic characters, but even Wyll wouldn't tell you about Mizora if she didn't pop up in camp herself, because he wouldn't nearly trust you with that secret yet. They're people who don't see a reason to open up to this stranger they just met just because they're the nosy protagonist, and it contributes to making them feel super textured, I feel.

And this isn't something totally unique to Larian or anything—there's Sten in DAO, or like all of the companions in Tyranny, or a third example I couldn't immediately think of that I'm sure exists and you'll pretend is here, but I think Larian making this how most of their companions work IS more unique to them and rocks combined with just the general quality of their character writing. It doesn't and shouldn't need to be how all companions in these kinds of games are written, don't get me wrong, I just think it works super well and serves to make the world feel a bit less like it revolves totally around the player.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #divinity original sin 2 #dos2 #i talked way more about bg3 than divinity despite saying this was a thing i liked about larian writing in general #this is because i am silly #i only mentioned tyranny offhandedly but tyranny also rocks

[olderthannetfic]

First as a disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I'm not an anti (I'm anti death threats and am fine with incest, age-gap, abusive ships etc)

However I'm probably still a social/political enemy for various reasons but you sometime post asks from people you disagree with I think and I think you might know this answer.

Anyway onto my question I'm the kind of shipper who likes canon compliant ships and looking for hints and stuff but these days it feels like everyone boasts about how much their ships deviate and poop on canon etc. Do other shippers with my mentality still exist and I just don't notice them (Outside of anti spaces) or are we actually a dying breed?

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Eh. I think "political enemy" has a pretty fluid definition if one is really into playing politics. If you aren't out campaigning on a white supremacy platform, we probably have some goals in common.

I usually block people for being extremely annoying on a day I'm feeling hormonal or for attacking people particularly viciously in my comments, not for nominally being in some other camp.

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I think the more canon-adjacent fandom flavors are actually really common.

They're a little lost in the tumult of "My headcanon is actually canon!!!" stuff on tumblr that we like to laugh at on my own blog.

They're also less common in oldschool m/m-shipping spaces because those are often inherently non-canon ships. In the past, it was because homophobic censorship wouldn't let anything be made. These days, it's because the flavor of m/m a lot of people like is more easily found by adding romance to a buddy canon than by trying to add buddy-ness to a romance canon in many cases, and this can be true even if canon is original m/m aimed at fandom types.

Here's the thing: oldschool m/m shippers tend to be particularly prone to building community spaces and recording our history precisely because it's so easily erased and so often attacked. This type of shipper also tends to have more of a cohesive identity. That makes it far easier to name ourselves and set up little fiefdoms on modern social media.

I'm one of these people. Shittons of the people doing amateur fandom history work are. Much of the OTW old guard are. And lots of us know each other at least a bit, so if you're running into one of us, you're probably running into more of us.

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However, that doesn't actually mean this type of shipping is the most common or that there have never been spaces devoted to something else.

That old Beauty and the Beast tv series with Linda Hamilton had epic canon shippers. So did Moonlight (the vampire tv series). So did and does Twilight.

A lot of these shippers had this as their first and possibly their only fandom and carried on being obsessed long after canon was over.

Lizzie/Darcy shippers put anything I have ever been a fan of to shame. No matter what the AO3 numbers show, this ship far, far exceeds the popularity of Destiel or any of the other m/m heavyweights.

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I think the problem you're running into is that in the modern era of binging things on Netflix and regular joes being huge media geeks, analyzing canon in a nerdy way and obsessing over your canon ships is just how a big chunk of the population engages with media.

Fan theories that are closely tied to what was actually on the screen/page are the bread and butter of water cooler conversations and have been since The Sopranos and its ilk.

Yes, I know some fuck will immediately show up and go "Ahem, ahem, I am a GEEK and SPECIAL and the people around me never have intellectual conversations about media literally ever!!!!" just like every single time we have this conversation. But times have moved on, and being overinvested in canon theorizing just is a normie activity now, and that's great! Except when you want a special term and space to find your people.

The only time canon shippers really stand out from that is if they're extremely fic-focused, and then they often start straying farther from canon, especially if they stick around the same fandom for a long time. Either they start becoming more fans of some fic writer or they start wanting to diversify what they themselves are writing.

The really good close-to-canon fandom activities are at their best when lots of fans find the same currently-running canon at the same time and before canon itself passes its prime.

Even I started out on alt.tv.x-files, analyzing the shit out of season 2 and not caring much about non-canon things. (Though, admittedly, I was more NoRomo than MSR.)

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That said, antis are not actually that canon-focused in most cases. They will do the "My headcanon is reality" thing as much as anyone. They just tend to spend a lot of time hating on explicit m/m and a lot of explicit m/m is of non-canon ships.

Honestly... anon... you might want to figure out what the latest CSI-ish franchise is and find the obviously-future-canon het ship from that. Those tend to get the 10 seasons of build up and fan theories that don't stray too far from canon.

This stuff is not only not a dying breed, but it's so common that one of the editors of NCIS delivered a deeply cringeworthy lecture at my film school about what "shippers" are and how the Tiva shippers affected the production.

People into those ships don't need tumblr: Major entertainment magazines are publishing their fan theories for them.

[cosmicjoke]

I want to talk about these panels, and particularly, how we see undermined here the notion that Kenny somehow instilled in Levi his belief in life's value.

These panels actually show us the opposite. Kenny says to Levi "Because we found out how meaningless our sad little lives really were."

Kenny flat out says here that he considers life meaningless, and his wording infers that he tried to impart this belief to Levi as well, by including him in the sentence. He says "we found out..."

He then says "But, something saved us. We found somethin' we wanted to do. It's simple. Simple, but true. Hobbies make life worth living."

And here Kenny is talking about dreams again, and how it's the motive of our personal dreams that keeps us going, that gives us a reason to want to keep living, even if life itself is meaningless. He underscores his low opinion of life's worth in general by casually comparing it to the idea of "hobbies", as if life's value is only equal to what activities we engage in to occupy our time when bored. This doesn't denote someone who finds life itself to be inherently worthwhile or innately worth living.

This is the exact opposite of Levi, and that's highlighted here by Levi's disbelieving reaction to Kenny's words. He says "Hobbies? So is blowing my soldiers' heads off one of your hobbies?"

Levi is disgusted by Kenny equating life's worth to something as inconsequential and frivolous as "hobbies". To Levi, life is, in and of itself, inherently valuable, and more than that, it's the one thing he values above all else. People's lives are what motivates him to fight. The desire to safeguard and preserve those lives. To protect them and prove their worth.

Kenny compares them again, saying Levi also kills if it "benefits" him, and Levi agrees, saying "Yeah.". But Kenny killed Levi's soldiers to get him closer to his own, personal dream of supreme power, while Levi killed members of Kenny's squad to protect the lives of his own comrades and himself. Kenny treated the members of Levi's squad like they were minor inconveniences in the way of him realizing his dream, which is where Levi's disgust also comes from, the casual and easy way in which Kenny took their lives, and how he then compared those lives worth to something as pointless as a hobby, easily disposed of because they weren't worth more than his dream to begin with. Because the thing is, Levi doesn't have a dream. There's no intangible and distant goal or desire he looks toward to keep him going, nothing he wants personally for himself. His only goal is to keep people alive, and barring that, to fight for their dreams, to make sure they at least don't die without reason, as a way to prove the worth of those lives. Levi is operating from the opposite stance that Kenny is, that being a belief that life is more valuable than anything, and that it doesn't need a reason or an explanation or an excuse to justify its existence. Just life in itself is what matters, is what's worthwhile and important.

The contrast between the way Levi regards life and the way Kenny regards life is fully expressed and demonstrated through this exchange, and the entire battle between Levi and Kenny's squad.

Kenny clearly didn't teach Levi to value life. He taught Levi to be selfish and greedy and to dispose of anyone who might get in the way of his personal desires. He taught Levi that life is hardly worth the distraction we derive from personal hobbies, that indeed, those hobbies are the only reason we have to go on living, implying the rest of it is pointless and without value or merit of any kind. Kenny would have demonstrated this to Levi too in the way he always so casually took others lives and in the way he taught Levi to do the same.

And yet, we see Levi defy this belief again and again, we see him defy this lesson imparted to him by Kenny again and again, by fighting so ardently for life and its preservation, to no, real benefit of his own, for no fulfillment of a personal dream, but simply for the sake of the people he's fighting for. For the lives of the people.

As I've said multiple times, it's really despite the way in which Kenny raised him that Levi ended up valuing life so much, not because of it.

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[monimccoythings]

Arlong x Healer!human!reader Part 2

Part two of this fic! Arlong as a patient kinda gives me the vibes of that beauty and the beast scene, but Arlong is a bigger asshole, lol. I can't believe I'm still getting ideas, OPLA Arlong got me good, Mckinley Belcher III thanks for your service. This ends on a bit angstier note.

Since what you mentally liked to call 'the incident', your patient was quieter, but no more cooperative. He would only address you with short words or small noises. There still seemed to be an aura of hostility around him, but at least he wasn't trying to actively murder you. Trying to get him to take his painkillers was a constant fight, since he refused any kind of help that came from you.

Arlong wouldn't even allow you to change his bandages. No matter how much you insisted, every attempt was met with low warning growls. No matter how good your arguments were, he always refused you out of pride. You needed to be smarter if you wanted him healthy and out of your life.

"Look." You said, massaging your temples, a migraine incoming. You had to choose your next words carefully because he had a very short temper and had already proved to you that he greatly surpassed you in strength. "You don't want to be here. You want to leave as soon as possible. You can't do that as long as your bandages are dirty, because your wounds won't heal properly. So. If you are THAT eager to get out, please let me use my knowledge to change them. Think of my knowledge as a tool to achieve your goals."

That seemed to do the trick. At least he seemed to be considering it. After seconds that felt like hours he finally agreed. "Fine, do it quick."

Your hands were quick and efficient when removing his dirty bandages, your delicate touch never causing him an ounce of pain or staying longer than needed. Arlong himself looked quite impressed with your work, no human had ever touched him so tenderly and carefully, surprisingly, it was not unpleasant. Why would you do it? Why treat a fishman like himself? Why keep trying to help when all he wanted to do was chew your head off? Humans were really stupid creatures. Still, something about you made you stand out from the other members of your race.

Your fingers cleaned every single wound of his broad chest, only stopping a moment to admire the sun tattoo he had. It was a vibrant color of red. "Quick, human!" Better rush becuase his patience was running thinner by the second.

Finally, the terrible task that had been so dreaded by him was over in like ten minutes. If he hadn't been so insistent in behaving like a baby, it would have been over much sooner. None of you spoke to each other for the rest of the day, but you swore you could feel his eyes on you.

After that fateful encounter, things seemed to get a bit better, albeit not much. You really thought you could really crack his shell, even if just a tiny bit. You even saw him smile a bit at some funny comment you made. You could get used to that.

Then, one day, you woke up and Arlong was gone. You felt a little hurt, not that you would miss his snarky comments and cruel remarks about your species. Still, he had gone without saying goodbye. You didn't even expect a thank you, God knew that not even at gunpoint you would get a thank you from him. He could have said he didn't want to see your disgusting human face again, at least that could have counted as a goodbye.

'What an asshole.' You thought to yourself as you leaned on the railing of the porch of your clinic. Wherever he was now, you could only hope he didn't get beaten as badly as he had been when you found him. Letting out a sigh, you turned back to your duties, there were still tasks to be done and patients to attend. You couldn't let the tiny hole in your chest distract you from your responsibilites.

Unbeknownst to you, Arlong observed you from afar, sitting on a large rock near the cliffs. He couldn't stay longer, he didn't want to stay longer. Those feelings growing in his chest were dangerous and he refused to have them for a human. Humans were monsters, slave holders that destroyed anything that was different ffrom them. Over time, you would prove to be just like the others, a cruel merciless soul that rejected his kind. This ridiculous idea of peaceful coexistence was just a foolish dream, this island would slowly fall apart. Because Humans and Fishmen were not meant to be.

With that last thought, he jumped into the sea, hoping the cold waters would help to erase the memory of you that had deeply engraved itself inside his head.

#arlong #arlong x reader #opla #one piece #one piece live action

[zoeykallus]

I don’t know if you like writing angst very often but I can’t get the idea out of my head- where the batch is involved with a Jedi but their chip activates. They survive but they definitely don’t get away unscathed. And maybe if you’re feeling reallly angsty they reunite after the chip removal.

(You’re super talented btw I love everything you write❤️❤️)

Aloha!

Well, it always depends a little on different factors sometimes, generally I'm not averse to writing angst. On some days I might not feel up for the task, I pick another ask to do first and then come back to the angsty stuff.

I do like this one, 'cause honestly, I asked myself "what if" in this scenario a couple of times. Thinking of how scary Wrecker was under the influence of the chip, this is definitely worth looking into.

Thanks for the input, and thanks for your sweet words!❤️❤️

The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader - Order 66

Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Tension/Violence - Don't worry, you get a Happy End this time too!

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You thought you are safe, the chip your batcher has isn't functional. You are wrong. The headaches he’s been having, should have worried you more.... "Good soldiers follow orders"

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Hunter

Your heart races. There is no way to kill him, you don't want to. You have to be fast, or you might not have any other options left. Hunter already shot at you, you are limping, your leg hurts where his blaster hit you. Clenching your teeth, biting down against the pain, you limp from hiding spot to hiding spot. But you know, he can smell you, Hunter knows where you are. For the first time ever, you are scared of that man, really scared and infinitely sad. Pain, fear, confusion, desperation. All at once. It was hard to focus, to stay calm. It feels like you are on the run for hours already, but it's just a few minutes so far.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are! You know you can't hide from me, I can smell your fear"

You gulp, jump up, out of your hiding place above him and hit him with the grip of an axe you found, to knock him out.

Looking down on Hunter lying there, you feel so shaky and breathless.

"Sorry, hun, you didn't give me a choice", you whisper, softly kiss his forehead and leave.

There will be more clones coming your way soon, you have to leave him where he is. You don't want to, but you have to.

Months later:

"I thought I smelled your scent"

You freeze. Did you really hear that voice? Slowly you turn around, your hand is wandering to your lightsaber, but not drawing it yet.

It is him, Hunter. As he sees your hand going for your saber, he says softly, "Easy, Mesh'la, I'm not here to hurt you"

"Last time we met, you tried to kill me", you say quietly.

Hunter sighs, looking down for a moment, as he looks back up again you see how sad and ashamed he is about that fact.

"I didn't have any control. I tried, I was fully aware, but I couldn't stop what was happening. It felt like... I don't know how to describe it but, it felt like I was controlled by someone other than me"

He shrugs, looking a little helpless.

"Look", he says softly, "You didn't know I was here, I could have killed you already if that was still my goal"

You swallow, you can feel your eyes burn and watering.

"Are you my Hunter?"

He nods, saying, "Yes, Mesh'la, I am"

As you let yourself fall into his arms, you shake and softly sob at his chest, your fingers digging into his back. He was real, Hunter was back, your Hunter.

"I missed you", you whisper.

Hunter kisses your temple, hugging you closer and says, "I missed you too"

Echo

Him suddenly attacking you was a shock to say the least. He hit you pretty hard with his scomp link, had almost knocked you out. By now you've outrun him, at least you think so. Your head hurts, you feel shaky and somehow disconnected from reality. Echo is hunting you, his chip is activated somehow. That is real. Not a bad dream. Reality. It doesn't feel real, but it is. It's hard to come to terms with this cruel reality, but you have to face the facts. Echo will kill you if you let him, you need to stay away from him. Still feeling a bit dizzy from when Echo hit you, you stagger from one hideout to the next.

You mutter to yourself, "This is so unreal"

Looking up because you feel it coming, you see Echo trying to jump you. You can barely avoid him. Reaching into the Force, you grab him and smack him against a wall. It was more of a reflex without thinking, than a reaction. Heart pounding, you stand over his unconscious body. He is clever, and he knows you, he managed to sneak up on you. Echo almost had you. The thought of him really killing you, creeped up and down your spine.

"Sorry, sweetheart", you whisper, "I love you, but I can't stay"

Months Later:

A strange message made you come here, someone wanted to meet you here. It's an old place where Echo and you used to meet, secretly. You are aware, this could be a trap, but you still had to come.

"Cyare"

Your heart jumps into your throat. Turning around, you see Echo approach you. His face, his eyes, you can see right away, he is your Echo again. You don't even think about reaching for your lightsaber.

"Echo", you say quietly.

He stops a few steps away from you, he looks so shy and nervous, like the first time you met at this place.

"I'm so sorry", he says, his voice almost failing him, "For what I did. The chip activated and... the worst part is, I was fully aware, the whole time, but I couldn't stop myself from trying to... kill you"

He swallows and adds, "Honestly, I didn't think you'd come"

A few tears run down your face, but you smile at him.

"I had to come, Echo"

He comes closer and hugs you, softly at first but finally pressing you against his body, shaky and silently sobbing.

Wrecker

He is scary! He pries open doors you hide behind, he smashes obstacles in his way with his pure strength. You know what will happen if he gets his huge hands on you. Those hands which had touched you so lovingly before, hands that now want to crush you. And he literally can if he gets you. Somewhere in the back of your panicked mind, you already hear your own bones crush. Your sweet giant is anything but sweet, right now. You know it's not his fault, it's that rotten chip in his head. Rex warned you about it, but it seems like you still didn't act fast enough. You feel him coming closer and duck. Wrecker rams a dent into the dura-steel wall where just a second ago your head has been. That hit would have crushed your skull, easily.

Making evasive maneuvers, almost dancing around him, you try to think of something to end this and help him. But you know, for now you have to give up and run. You can't carry him, and you know he's called for imperial back-up. You need to leave, now.

As you knock him out with a Force blow and leave him there, you do it with a heavy heart. Not sure if you ever see him again and if so, if he will still want to kill you.

Months Later:

"Mesh'la?!"

You wheel around, startled. You know that voice. As you see Wrecker approaching you in the middle of a marketplace, you look around alarmed, searching for Imps. But there are none.

"It is you! It's really you"

Wrecker has the biggest smile on his face, looking at you with watering eyes. You can see he wants to hug you, but he's holding back.

"Wrecker", you say softly, "You are not here to kill me, are you?"

He shakes his head.

"No! Of course not! I'm so sorry for what happened, I wasn't in control, but I still knew what was going on and..."

You softly place your hand on his chest.

"I know, Wrecker, it's okay"

A few tears roll down his sweet face.

"Can I hug you, please?"

Your heart beats faster, and you nod with a smile. Wrecker softly grabs you with his huge hands and lifts you into his arms. Your own arms wrap around his huge shoulders, and you nestle your face in the gape between his neck and shoulder.

"I missed you so much", he says, hoarsely.

Tech

It's a nightmare, at least that's what it feels like. You wish it was just a nightmare. Tech's got you pinned down, and you are struggling against his grip. He is clever, he knows all about you, it was way too easy for him to catch you and knock you off your feet.

"Tech! Let go of me!"

"You are in violation of order 66 ugh-", you ram your knee into his stomach interrupting him.

"I'm sorry, Tech, I don't want to hurt you, but you leave me no choice!"

Tech is grunting, struggling to his feet and trying to reach for his teaser. You know what he's about to do, and kick him again. The teaser slips out of his hands and clatters to the ground, sliding away over the floor.

Hastily, you jump to your feet. You know he won't give up, and you know he's way too clever, knowing too much about you. You have to knock him out and run for it.

"Jedi!", he spits out as if the word is bile in his mouth.

Seeing your sweet Tech like this, hurts so deep. You love this man with all your heart, but right now he is not himself. You know you have to fight him, and the thought alone, makes you break out in a cold sweat.

But there is no way around it, he's aiming for you again, this time he has one of his blasters back. You reach out into the Force and knock him against a wall, knocking him out.

"Fuck", you swear silently.

You are shaky and feel so down, but you have to leave him. You can hear other Troopers, they are looking for you too.

Months Later:

You feel him watch you before you see him. As you look around, searching for the eyes watching you, you see him standing not too far away, watching you timidly. As your gaze meets his, he lowers his eyes, looking to the ground.

Of course, you approach him. Standing right in front of him, you softly say his name and ask him to look at you.

Tech is hesitating, but finally he looks up.

"Cyare", he says, barely above a whisper.

You cup his face in your hands, smiling at him.

"You are my Tech again, aren't you?"

He nods, still whispering, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me"

He sounds and looks so heartbroken, you almost want to cry for him. Instead, you kiss him softly.

"There is nothing to forgive. It wasn't your fault"

Very suddenly, he breaks out of his frozen state and hugs you, hiding his face at your neck, mumbling soft, loving words.

Crosshair

You reached the clinic too late, just shortly before his chip is supposed to be removed, that hellish thing takes over his mind. He gives you one hell of a fight. You are bruised and limping, barely still standing, and he is still biting at your heels. The place is crowded, people are in panic, and you know soon, it would be crawling with imps too. You need to get out.

Crosshair jumps you at a corridor crossing. He lunges himself at you like a wrecking ball. You scream and groan under pain as he tears you to the ground with him. He's got no weapons with him, not even his armor, because he was already getting prepared for the procedure, when shit hit the fan. But Crosshair is not holding back, still attacking you.

As he lays his hands around your neck and squeezes, for a second you can just look up at him, in horror, shock and disbelief.

"Good soldiers follow orders..."

But shortly after, everything happens like a reflex. You ram your knee between his legs, right before you use the Force to throw him off of you and against a wall.

Gasping for air, you struggle back to your feet. Your heart is heavy, yet your pulse is racing. It's not easy to turn your back on him. But right now, you don't have a choice, time is running out.

Months Later:

"Hey, Kitten"

You freeze in your movement, even holding your breath.

"Keep breathing", Crosshair says softly, "It's just me"

Slowly you turn around and see him standing there, tall and handsome as ever, chewing on a toothpick. You don't know what to say or do, so you just stand there for a long moment, looking at him.

He shrugs, obviously not really knowing what to do and says, "I'm myself again, the chip is out of my head"

You nod, "Good for you".

It's one of his standard answers he used to give you when he mocked you, back in the day. Crosshair chuckles because he gets the little hint, and you can't help but smile.

He comes closer and admits, "I missed you, and I was very worried about you"

"If you'd be looking out for me, you wouldn't have to worry as much", you say softly, as he tenderly grazes your cheek with his knuckles.

Crosshair says with a smirk, "Don't you worry about that, I won't let you out of sight anytime soon"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[natalisdragon]

Just like before, but not as same

I read recently about how some feel the end of Bucchigiri?! was a return to the status quo, and while I don't entirely disagree, is that really so? I think part of the problem comes from how compressed the episode was, so it's very easy for some things to go unnoticed. Because yes, we are back to "normal." But at least in the case of Arajin and Matakara we can notice (very briefly) that something has changed.

Let's go in order…

First let's talk about Arajin, I understand that as a character he can be frustrating for many, especially seeing him go after Mahoro again, even though it seemed like he had finally learned something from everything that happened, but there is something that we must highlight and that is the scene in front of the mirror while trying to imitate Marito.

Arajin always appeared as someone simple and content with his mediocrity, because as many here have already said, it was not only a way to escape from his guilt, but also because he surely felt unworthy of something better than being a "common" boy

It's easy to believe that he's just trying to imitate Marito because he knows that Mahoro has him on a pedestal, but… wouldn't it also mean that he's finally willing to aspire for more? Marito is someone strong, charismatic, casual and who never hesitates in the face of any challenge that catches his attention, qualities that if we think carefully, can be attractive to someone like Arajin, contrasting with the more disciplinary and traditional principles of Minato kai, much more in line for someone like Matakara.

Imitating Marito means recognizing him as superior, and therefore, a goal to achieve, and perhaps even surpass, something that until now, Arajin had never dared to consider.

And regarding insisting on Mahoro again… We remember that Arajin is a teenager, right? I understand that his approach to her has never been the most appropriate, but… is it so strange that he wants to try again now that he has rediscovered his own courage?(again, it's obvious that his way is not the right one)

In Matakara's case, although the fact that everyone forgives him so easily after what happened still seems convenient, I prefer to believe that it has more to do with the reputation he had and the high esteem in which he was held even if he was not capable to notice it, once again reinforcing the idea that he is no longer alone.

His changes, like Arajin's, are very subtle, but deep down they say a lot. The first thing is at the party to celebrate Marito and Kenichiro, where we see him making gyoza with Arajin. I had already said it in a previous analysis, about how cooking is connected to affection and bonds. Here I will take the opportunity to complement it with a couple of things.

Something I mentioned was how the ability to cook could be interpreted as the provision of tools to deal with life, although now that I think about it, also how they were in an unequal relationship. But returning to the party, we see Matakara managing to make his first gyoza well, making visible the fact that the gap between them has fallen, but not only that, I also mentioned how cooking as an activity is closely related to the people Matakara loves. It's more than evident that Arajin has been teaching him, again reinforcing not only their reconciliation, but also the fact that from now on he will be there for him.

Here we also add that he is cooking, not only for his close circle, but for everyone, letting us know that he is finally willing to open his heart to others, which we can also appreciate by how he affectionately hugs his friends after being accepted into Minato kai again.

I had already said this, but I think it is worth returning to it. Remember since Mitsukuni's incident Matakara didn't go to see him even once? Surely because seeing his brother in that state would have been more than he could have endured. You don't have to be a genius to understand what a shock it's for someone like him and at that age. It was a reality that he was fleeing from, because most likely deep down he knew that there was no way to rationalize what had happened with his weakness.

Now, however, knowing that he is no longer alone, that there are people who, despite not knowing him thoroughly, care about him, he finally feels that he can face the situation without his own darkness tormenting him, in one way or another, he has accepted his vulnerability and that he has no control over what will happen, which is certainly a difficult and sometimes very painful lesson.

It's obvious that such a hasty ending in one way or another still hinders the experience and doesn't justify other problems, but I do think that perhaps we shouldn't say that our boys didn't learn anything from all this, plus, again, they are teenagers, This is not the only thing they will have to learn, but there is no doubt that the seed of change has sprouted in both, whether to a greater or lesser extent.

#bucchigiri?! #The change is real

[thousand-winters]

Can you imagine Hunter trying to make himself as unburden as possible?

He sleeps as little as he can, eats just a little under the bare minimum, and does way to many chores in hopes that he Can makes Darius like him.

It probably doesn’t take long for Darius to catch on.

Oh, yeah, unfortunately he would so do that.

As I always mention, I think what really shakes him up between those months living at the Nocedas and when he first moves with Darius and Eber is that he doesn't have the other kids as a sort of "debuffer", nor a clear goal he can tell himself he's working toward that could justify that he's just kinda just having a good time here instead of earning his place like he had to do before, so a lot of anxieties he could ignore before just resurface and there's nothing to distract himself from it, no "well, my friends are doing this and it seems okay, so I suppose it applies to me too?"

Now he can't justify being "lazy" and sleeping more than, say, 5 hours, because there's no one else around doing the same, right? And it hardly matters in his mind that Darius and Eber obviously don't sleep that little because well, duh, why would they? This is where they live, they don't have to earn it unlike him. And the same goes for food and for asking for any necessities. He doesn't even want to mention when his scars itch or any lingering pain he might have from all those years at the castle.

First things first he has to earn something as basic as the right to stay here.

At first Darius thinks that it's reasonable that Hunter seems tired and that he always finds him awake already in the morning; he has gone through so much, having been dead and his best friend giving his life for him very much included, so for him to have trouble sleeping isn't odd. Concerning, yes, but Hunter is still a bit cagey when asked if he wants to talk about whatever's troubling him, so not too strange.

Similarly, it's normal for him not to have much of an appetite given all the traumatic experience he went through in such a short period of time, not to mention all the others he's barely processing now. And him seemingly not wanting to do much of anything? That's also normal, of course he wouldn't launch himself into trying to watch movies or read or do fun activities right away, everyone copes with trauma in different ways and if Hunter needs some quiet time for himself, that is alright.

But then Darius notices Hunter does seem like he's on the verge of falling asleep several times before waking up in a panic, and while he atributes that to nightmares first, Hunter acts as if he was caught committing a crime when he spots Darius watching him. At some other point he hears his stomach growling after he said he wasn't hungry anymore at lunch, and he certainly doesn't seem like he's planning to grab a snack or ask for one, so the suspicions start there. Darius knows Hunter and his unhealthy habits better than most after all, he witnesses quite a lot of them while they were both still in the coven.

The moment Hunter insists he would love to do the laundry when he looks a second away from passing out and he sounds more desperate than actually thrilled for a new life experience is when Darius decides enough is enough and he doesn't really need more evidence to know something is truly wrong here.

By this point, Hunter is probably at the end of his rope, so when Darius presses him gently, but firmly, he's just gonna break and spill. It's gonna be a bit ugly, but at least the problem will finally be out there, and while one single conversation with Darius clarifying that he doesn't need Hunter to try and mute his own presence for him to accept him won't fix everything, it'll be a start.

Now every time Hunter starts falling back into those habits, he can get some nudges and reminders that he can sleep a bit more, even sleep in late if he wants to (which definitely does NOT mean until 6am only), that he can actually eat his whole meal and ask for more (he's a growing teenager after all), and while it's good for him to do chores, he doesn't have to do everything, they can come to a household arrangement to see what everyone does, and that's more like basic house maintenance anyway, not something he's doing to earn his place. He can forget from time to time and he won't be kicked out for that.

It's going to be hard because it's going to be different but he'll get there.

#hunter deamonne #darius deamonne #dadrius #the owl house #toh

[earthnashes]

How do you keep up the motivation for working out? Or the planning of what exercises to do and go for? Asking cause I’ve been interested in weight training and tried it before but ya know- after 3 months, took a break, and now it’s hard to get back into it. Hope you don’t mind the questions! Congrats on your progress too!

I don't mind questions at all, no worries! :)

So I guess my answer to the question is to really evaluate why you're trying to get into weight training: What are your goals? Is it for the aesthetics? Is it because you wanna be strong, athletic? Is it a lifestyle you're willing to commit to?

I say ask yourself these questions and really evaluate what you want out of it, because I'll be honest: motivation is what got me started, but it isn't why I'm still at it. The bottom line to getting into weight training at any level in my opinion is to view it as a lifestyle commitment. Because it is; anyone can lift weights, for sure, but if you wanna make any meaningful progress in the gym you have to take it seriously.

As such, my one of my biggest tips in the motivation department: make weight training a non-negotiable component to your lifestyle. More than that, make your health a non-negotiable component to your lifestyle. Because fitness is a long game, one you will play for the rest of your life, so it must become a regular part of your life, however way you choose to make it so.

SO with all that said, some tips that could help you to stay consistent:

1.) Make a training plan. Figure out exactly what you're aiming for with your training program (are you training for strength or hypertrophy? Conditioning?), then select the training split (Fullbody | Upper Lower | Push Pull Legs | Bro Split) and exercises you're going to utilize to reach that goal (I recommend only selecting 4-6 exercises per workout. If you're doing more than that, unless you're an experienced and/or professional lifter, you're building unnecessary fatigue). Do your research here.

2.) Decide your training frequency. An extension to 1: once you've decided your training's purpose and the exercises that'll help you reach it, choose for how long this block will last. At minimum to see any sort of progress I recommend 4 weeks, but ideally something around 6-16 weeks for your training program to see substantial results is best. This is including the deloads (premeditated active rest periods), which is another thing entirely so I won't go into detail here.

Once you figure out how many weeks you're gonna go, plan how many days a week you're gonna go. Select specific days and times and treat it like it's mandatory. No matter how you're feeling or the weather or whatever, you're fuckin goin to that gym and getting the workout in. Be mindful of what your body is saying, but hold yourself accountable; don't make excuses.

3.) Have contingency plans. Let's say you've planned a training block for 5 days a week and you're going strong. But something at work comes up and it cuts your time much shorter. Instead of shrugging and going "Welp, can't go anymore I guess :/" try thinking "if I can't go 5 days, I'll go at least 4 days a week." Can't go 4 days? Go 3 days, so on. Backup plans for your backup plans. Learn to adapt to the challenges every day life brings you.

4.) Treat it like riding a bike. Weight training regardless of your goals is a long term game, and there are always gonna be ups and downs. There are gonna be times where it's hard to get back into it. Well, like falling off a bike, the best thing you can do to continue riding the bike is to get back on it. So get back on it. If you need to start slow again, then do it, because any step is still a step more than before. You'll gain momentum again, just give yourself some grace and patience.

5.) Trust the process. Because weight training is a long game, it's also a game of waiting. Visible progress is gonna take some time, so take inventory on other things to gauge it. Instead of looking at the scale or at the mirror, ask yourself how you feel. Do you feel more energized? How has your mood been lately? Do you feel a little more confident? Do you move easier? In the gym, are your numbers going up? Do the weights move easier? Do you feel focused and in the zone when in the pocket? Take inventory with yourself often and trust that you're making progress, even on days where it feels like you've stagnated.

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's all I got! I hope that answers your questions! :)

#weightlifting #powerbuilding #earthsong talks #ash talks #fitness advice

[poohsources]

HELLO EVERYONE! as the year is slowly but surely coming to its end, and i'm now home for the holidays, i thought it was finally time to make another one of these. partially to give a little update on what's been going on in my life and partially as some sort of retrospect for this past year and a look into my plans for next year.

looking back, it's been quite an eventful year — especially when compared to the weird covid years we had to deal with previously. the biggest change was probably my dropping out of college to start a dual studies program in law. i did like my college program just fine ( until i didn't anymore ) but i really feel like law is my thing. and apparently everyone else in my circle of family and friends thinks so as well because i seem a hell of a lot happier than i did before. kinda unfortunate it took me seven years since quitting high school to figure that bit out, but hey, at least i got there in the end. it's been quite time-consuming, and i feel like in those past five months, i've already learned more than i did in all my years of college, but it's fun. i also finally got some new friends my age again. it's also strange to think back that just one year ago i was still struggling financially and just generally dealing with some bad mental health stuff.

i'm actually happy now.

in terms of tumblr and roleplaying, i gotta be honest that i have been sidelining it a lot over the last months. sure, i'm still around but it's not my primary focus, and i'm learning that it's okay not to be online all the time. it's okay to take breaks and focus on other things because as much as i love this blog, the community and tumblr, there are some more important things now. still, i am and always will be eternally grateful to every single person who supports me - whether it is by liking or reblogging posts, sending asks or messages, following me or using any of my stuff. it means so freaking much to me, and i always feel so proud whenever i randomly see my own stuff pop up on my dash because mutuals use it. thank you all so very much! in a similar vein, i honestly still cannot fathom that i almost managed to double the follower count this past year. i'm probably not gonna reach the goal i've kinda been looking at until the end of the year but that's okay. i am so incredibly grateful for everyone here anyway. no matter what.

as for next year - i'm not too sure what i'm gonna do. of course. i'm gonna keep posting memes, and templates and whatever other stuff i feel like doing, but i think my activity is gonna keep on being spotty. i'm also still tempted to do commissions one day ( and we're totally gonna ignore that i've been saying this for over a year now, okay? ) but with the amount of time i don't have, i'm not sure i'm gonna be able to deliver on that. if i do finally build the courage and self-esteem to do that, it will be like an occasional thing that might take some time. however, one thing i do wanna do more of is gifs. i'm not sure what kind of gifs, but i enjoy making them and it's been way too long since i did them so i'm gonna see how i'm gonna incorporate that. or if anyone has any specific gifs they want, always feel free to shoot me an ask or a message. maybe also some aesthetic-y stuff? after all do love making pinterest boards for characters.

maybe i'll also do a blog reveal once i finally set up my multi that i've been planning to work on for months now. since i'm gonna scrap my current main blog ( which i haven't really been active on in a while now anyway ) i'm kinda thinking of coming back to writing and who knows, maybe i'm gonna reveal it here in case anyone would like to write with me.

anyway, this was a lot of rambling, and if you've made it this far, i once again wanna thank you. i know i do this a lot but i really do appreciate you all being here so much, and even after two years of having this silly little blog, it still feels unreal to me that so many people here enjoy what i do.

much love and happy holidays, pooh 🧡

#pooh speaks. #pooh's (ir)regular updates. #long post tw

[gothhabiba]

dont feel obligated to answer this at all; I'm sort of just musing but also really appreciate your thoughtfulness on here and wondered if you have any thoughts.

with "terminally online" often being used as a dismissal, would it serve us better to reframe complaints about the reactivity/bad faith (which at least in my spaces are what I notice get classified as terminally online) as conversations about how to improve online discourse? instead of dismissing it?

I do think there is a real difference in tone and approach in online conversations than in offline, and that online conversations can often lean towards taking others in bad faith because there are less consequences to doing so than in person. or seek to gain clout in a way that isnt as possible in casual offline conversations.

But I also recognize the importance of online spaces for disabled folks or just for people who maybe don't have the time to be engaged in physical spaces that discuss things like politics and activism. and its worth making our online spaces better for everyone.

I guess I just wonder what might be a way to approach the real problems present in online discourse spaces besides the dismissal that comes with insisting a take is just "terminally online" and leaving it at that.

Earlier (after you sent this ask) I reblogged another ask I had answered a while back regarding the phrase "terminally online" that might get into some of this!

Yeah, I definitely don't believe that there aren't any differences between online and physical spaces, or that we shouldn't talk about said differences--both the ones that may be inherent to at-a-distance communication, and the ones that may have more to do with how we think about online communication or how social media and other forms of at-a-distance communication are practically organised. But I will note that in-person groups are not immune to any of the criticisms that such a conversation might involve--people destroy popular movements by clout-chasing (i.e. viewing the accrual of power and influence as their primary goal--whether formal or informal influence depends on the structure of the organisation in question) or through interpersonal abuse, escalation of interpersonal conflict, ostracisation of people they think they can get away with ostracising (because they're trans women or Black or just weird or something and so people are more likely to view them as the aggressors of whatever situation).

So if what one wants to posit is that "online spaces" (which ones?) are more prone to bad-faith readings, immediate ostracisation or hostility, clout-chasing, &c. than "in-person spaces" (which ones?), I guess my questions are 1. how would you prove that? Is it a falsifiable statement / what are the conditions that we would have to meet to be able to claim that the statement had been proven in a way that wasn't just anecdotal? How do you divide "online" and "irl" spaces up in order to be able to compare them (what's the status of "online spaces" that arise out of in-person groups, e.g. workplace slack channels, club groupchats? Are large social media platforms considered to be in the same experimental group as these things, and if not, why not)? and 2. (more importantly) what's the use of making this statement? What does it allow us to say that we wouldn't be able to get at otherwise?

I'm not sure what the answer to 1. is, but the more I think about 2. I think the answer is that this type of statement isn't particularly useful. It's enough to say that online spaces are prone to misreadings or hostile readings in ways that may in part arise from the fact that they are at-a-distance, and in part from how they are practically organised (by which I mean, the possible behaviours on whatever social media site we're talking about). And now suddenly we're getting somewhere, because describing exactly what it is about this space that could lead to hostility is probably going to be useful in trying to counteract it. Off the top of my head:

The ability to reblog or retweet can push a take far outside of its intended context. Do I know anything about the other political viewpoints of the OP that would help me to contextualise what they're saying here? Does it seem like this post was written in response to a particular argument or event that isn't as immediate for me? What kinds of argument does it seem like the OP is seeing a lot of / what kinds of experience does it seem like they often have? Could this make their frame of reference different from mine?

I may be assuming that someone knows the etiquette on a given platform well enough to intuit that a reblog/quote retweet is considered more or less hostile than a reply/comment, whether screenshotting is considered a polite avoidance of conflict or a rude talking-behind-someone's-back, &c. &c. Should I be making that assumption?

I may be assuming that any given person is writing in their native language, and is otherwise pretty much aware of how their tone will come off to someone else reading their writing or to me in particular. But is that a fair assumption? How does the English-dominated nature of social media constrain the rules of engagement?

I tend to believe that someone who's come back with a false idea of my post's main argument is not even trying to understand what I'm saying. But is it fair to assume that everyone has a high degree of literacy?

A lot of different kinds of statement or argument (self-consciously political, solely personal, &c.) can co-exist on one website or on one person's blog without necessarily broadcasting their intended audience or scope (like, a political post or a personal post could "look" the same). What are the actual, immediate, material stakes of the conversation someone is trying to have? Am I wrongly assuming that someone else is attributing actual stakes to something that they intended as musing? How much does it matter if this person and I disagree about this? Does this disagreement prevent us from agreeing about other things?

If I do fundamentally disagree with someone about something I think is important, what action (of the range of actions the platform makes possible) should I take about it? What does it seem like the developers probably intended (e.g. unfollowing, blacklisting a post, blocking, reporting), and what informal or user-driven models do I have for what to do (the "call-out post" comes to mind)? What is the ideal end goal of each of these actions (to stop engaging with this person? to get my followers to stop engaging with them?), and what is the actual result of each of these actions likely to be? Which is to ask--am I writing a post about x user because I actually want them to be ostracised or whatever (by whom?), or because I believe it's just "what one does" when you encounter substantial disagreement? What has given me that model?

and so on and so on.

#Anonymous #questions #mine #on being online #long post /

[orange-orchard-system]

I do enjoy being able to make a difference in people's lives, whether that's helping them with a big discovery, reassuring them that they're not the only ones with a particular experience, sharing a tip they find helpful, or just letting them know that, hey, plurality exists! Here are some basic terms for it! Here is how it applies to what you were talking about and why I think you might like to know about it! ... All of that fills me with pride.

But... sometimes I really hate that being myself like this is a radical act. That a lot of the work I do is really nothing more than unabashedly being myself for others to see, and the implications that has on how little plurality is known, how unsure and afraid so many of us are, how many misconceptions and assumptions are made about being more-than-one. That who I am is something I have to educate others on, something I have to be cautious about opening up to others about, and not something I can just casually mention. I'm happy that people can learn about plurality and themselves through my actions, but... it's bittersweet, because it reminds me of how unknown we are; that we have a long way to go in terms of awareness and acceptance of even the most clear-cut, well-known, easy-to-understand presentations of plurality.

I'm not new to this conundrum. Long before we started working with the plural community, we've been hanging out in queer communities, especially aspec communities. If I had a cupcake for every time I heard a "bringing out the PowerPoint to explain my sexuality/gender identity" joke, I'd have enough cupcakes to fill up the entire dessert table at a potluck, and probably have some spill over the edges onto the floor.

It's just... sometimes I fantasize about laws for plural rights and protections being passed. The work it will take to reach that point* is so daunting, and while I am hopeful about reaching it in my lifetime, it doesn't change that I am currently a tired uni student who is still trying to figure out what to do with my career. I am writing analyses on medical texts that mention DID in-between my assignments for class. I am posting jokes about my system when my fatigue leaves me lying at the top of the stairs, unable to do anything but scroll on my phone. There is so, so much to do and I am so, so limited in what I can do.

* to me, this point in plural activism and progress is half symbolic and half a literal goal I hope we achieve together. Symbolic, because at that point, we will have made such significant strides in awareness in acceptance that even politicians and government authorities cannot ignore us any longer. Literal, because pluralphobia and its parent bigotries are still serious problems, and I'd like to hope legal protection would improve at least some systems' lives.

My system is so important to me. I don't hate them. But sometimes I hate that the world is at odds with us. Sometimes I hate that I can't just be.

[I'm not giving up any of the work I'm currently doing, if that was a concern any of you had while reading this. I've just been thinking about how] the plural community is one that never really feels quiet in the way other communities I've been in feel quiet. There's always this underlying feeling, this go-go-go attitude, this sense that one of the main reasons we stick together is because no one else gets it, and we're constantly fighting against the tide for a moment to breathe. We're not constantly drowning – I see many stories of acceptance and support out there. But we're a community very aware of the water snapping at our heels, I'd say.

Goodness, I love the work we are all doing. I love each and every story of success. But sometimes I wish we could all have a quiet night in.

#plurality #pluralgang #actuallyplural #plural system #actuallydid #front soup.txt

[x--ghost--x]

can you do a leo x fem ninja reader here the story the reader in a clan called otsutsuki clan (from naruto) that are unquestionably strongest clan and ally of the hamato clan the reader was told by her ancestors to find someone named hamato yoshi and help him stop the foot clan getting the mystic metal and created the shredder when the reader spotted the yokai turtles fighting the foot clan they decided to help them

Ooo that's really cool idea! And I haven't watched Naruto yet but I did a little research on it, I hope that's okay!

Sorry for any mistakes!

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Ally

• when your clan members find out about an organization trying to recreate Shredder by collecting his armor they were pretty on edge

• yeah, Otsutsuki clan was the strongest clan but the demon wasn't something even they could look down on

• the clan responsible for keeping Shredder from destroying the world was Hamato clan, they had the most backstory with the Foot clan who is now trying to bring back Shredder, but after the disappearance of the last of the members - Hamato Yoshi - the Foot clan's activity increased

• however, some time ago, your ancestors gained an information that Hamato Yoshi is still alive, and because your clan is an ally to them they opted to take action

• so they decided that you were the best fit to travel all the way to New York, find him and help him stop the Foot clan

"Prepare yourself, you're going to New York tomorrow. Your goal is to find Hamato Yoshi and prevent Foot clan from ressurecting the Shredder."

'...okay?'

• it was pretty sudden, you need to admit, but the thought of going somewhere far on a mission was exciting

• your ancestors belived you're capable of doing it alone so you're not going to let them down

• unfortunately for you, finding one member of Hamato clan in a big city was more difficult than you thought

• finding four at the same time was way easier

Standing on the edge of a building, looking at the starless sky, you sighted deeply. Vivid lights illuminating form the city streets painted your face in various colors as you thought about your next course of action. New York was big but you were determined. And 'were' is a key world there. You were searching for far to long without any good results, which made you frustrated.

The sound of busy streets filled your ears making you lower your eyes scanning the cars and people below you. You knew you're not able to enjoy the same life as they have - you simply didn't belong there. Especially with the horns poking out of your head. You didn't really mind though, even if you were a little curious.

The world didn't let you think for to long, however, when a loud bang made you look at the dark alley on the other side of the building. Swiftly jumping across the roof you peaked over the edge searching for the source of the noise. There hidden in the shadows stood several dark clothed figures, who appeared to have been dressed like ninja, with visible red footprints on their masks.

"Huh, so this is the Foot clan?" you murmured rising an eyebrow.

Your attention hadn't stayed on them for to long when four new silhouettes jumped from the previously broken window. Honestly, you were pretty surprised seeing four humanoid turtles wielding traditional Japanese weapons fighting with what happened to be also your enemies. What was even more shocking was one of them suddenly just teleporting behind the ninjas and slashing them with his sword, after which they tore apart like peace of paper.

'What are kappas doing here?' you started to wonder. Were yokai supposed to be in New York? Did your ancestors said anything about it before?

"Leo! Don't just jump in like that!" shouted the biggest one of them with spiky shell and red bandana.

"Don't you worry, hermano! I got this." the other answered him standing proudly, one hand holding his sword over his shoulder and the other resting on his hip.

Seconds later at least ten more ninjas appeared.

You rolled your eyes muttering about turtle's over-confidence.

"How much more of them are here?" asked the spotted turtle with orange bandana tied on his head. "I'm starting to get tired, man!"

"Our chances of winning are rapidly decreasing. At this rate, they will overpower us in approximately five minutes and twenty-"

"Oh, shut it, Donnie." Leo, as the other turtle referred to him before, harshly cut of the purple masked reptile wearing mismatched goggles. "Have more faith in us! Besides, you guys have me."

The rest groaned (you included).

The Foot clan didn't let them talk any longer, the ninjas jumping at them from every side. It seemed like their number was only getting bigger and bigger no matter how many of them the turtles already defeated. You could see them struggling with dodging their enemies attacks, not having the time to strike themselves.

You really should be looking for Hamato Yoshi. But you also couldn't just leave like that. And besides, maybe they knew something about his whereabouts?

Gracefully jumping down the fire escape attached to the side of the building you made your way to the bottom, white noble's finery with magatama design you wore swaying behind you. Landing on the head of one of the ninjas you pinned the paper creation to the ground swiftly tearing it apart.

"Woah!" the smallest turtle jumped back surprised at your appearance.

With a few quick movements, the next ninjas lost their heads, turning into thin sheets that floated in the air for a moment and fell to the ground. Your movements were agile and precise, easily breaking through layers of enemies, leaving them no time to react. Soon after, only the four reptiles were left standing before you, stunned.

The red-eared slider, you assumed by the crescent-like stripes over his eyes and yellow stripes on his upper arms and thighs, stepped forward.

"Wow." he breathed, then rised his voice realizing you may not have heard him. "That was, just- wow."

You furrowed your eyebrowe, which he probably took as a bad sign.

"I mean- you were, like, super cool, and-" Leo started tripping on his words.

The turtles behind him sheard a look.

"What my brother is tryin' to say," the one with red bandana approached you, placing his hand on the shorter reptile's shoulder. "we are grateful for your help!"

"You're welcome." you replied swiping the imaginary dust off of yourself.

He thought you were cool? You knew you are skilled, you trained for most of your life, your clan acknowledgwd your strength by sending you on this solo mission. You heard many things about yourself, but cool?

It left a weird warm feeling in you...

"Anyway, I'm Raph! And this is Leo, Donnie and Mikey." Raph said pointing he said pointing on the blue, purple and orange masked turtle in order.

"I'm y/n of the Otsutsuki clan."you straightened your posture, giving them a short nodd. " What are kappas doing in New York?"

"Kappas?" questioned Mikey tilting his head to the side.

The softshell turtle stepped ahead to stand beside him.

"Kappas, my dear brother, are a reptiloid kami with similarities to yōkai found in traditional Japanese folklore. They tend to look like turtles." he then turned his head toward you. "But, no, we are not kappas. We are actually mutants."

'Mutants?'

Suddenly blue bandana covered head butted itself into your view. You tensed at the proximity, sly smirk appearing on the reptile's face.

"And answering to your question, we just were being awesome. Or, well, at least I know I was being awesome. Still am." Leo tried to lean by his hand beside you but failed miserably by missing the brick wall and almost falling on his face.

Raph, who stood behind him, facepalmed.

"Please, don't listen to my moron twin." Donnie rolled his eyes.

The turtle yelled something about not being a moron but you only shook your head. Deciding it's the best time to ask about the Hamato clan member, you spoke up again.

"Do any of you know someone named Hamato Yoshi?" you glanced at their faces, they seemed shocked for some reason.

When you were about to explain your situation, Leo answered excited.

It's your lucky day, amigo! I just know exactly where he is now!" not giving you the time to answer, the turtle wrapped his arm around yours and tugged you further into the alley, where the only noticeable thing was a sewer manhole.

"Hey, wha-?!" your face started to feel hot for an unknown for you reason.

The rest of his brothers stood still looking as the red-eared slider lifted the metal hatch and literally threw you inside, jumping right after.

"Was it some kind of 'love at first sight' or something?"

"Maybe. And Nardo is gonna make a total fool out of himself before her while trying to impress her."

"Yeah, probably."

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Sorry it took so long 😭

Literally got like 2 tests and 2 projects the first two days after the break and I needed to rush some things (one day I'm gonna die bc of school)

Hope you liked that! ^^

#x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #leo x reader #request