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i-gwarth · 22 days

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There is a future for "the good ones"

Bastion is such a weird little outlier among X-men characters. He has a damn-near-incomprehensible, mystical-technological-timetravelling nonsense backstory that requires you to read like 30 other comics to understand - exactly the kind of convoluted 1990s comics bullshit that the MCU adaptations have tried to steer clear of for two decades now. I didn't actually expect them to actually adapt him for this season. But ultimately I kind of love how they play him in the series.

He's streamlined - a boring, soft-spoken little middle-manager type who plans out a near-perfect encirclement of mutancy in preparation for a purge.

Here's a bigot who seems both rational and capable of compromise. In stark contrast with shrieking racists like Creed and Gyrich, or conflicted oopsie-I-made-a-genocide-machine concerned citizens like Trask, Bastion employs genocide as a tool rather than an end goal. "If we've accepted that the presence of mutants is inevitable, how much more ground are we willing to cede?" he asks. And then he answers "As little as possible."

Not the extermination of a whole race of people. Simply its management - setting up a system where they can be made into non-threatening, productive members of society. It's enhancing rather than upsetting the status-quo, assuaging the existential fears of polite humans who just have some concerns, and backing up that system with as much genocidal violence as is required to make it work. Very clean, very neat, very Schneizel-pilled.

If this sounds familiar it's because it's the same system of thinking that people employ to declare how colonialism is over, while benefitting from the extraction of cheap resources out of former colonized nations; we haven't ended colonialism, we've merely streamlined it and made it more efficient. "It's stupid to waste resources that we can use."

Bastion is the endpoint of genocidal centrism. A little ethnic cleansing is required to make the machine work, and the machine - making it more streamlined, more efficient - is the best we can possibly hope for, so don't raise your voice at me!

Cable describing the future world that Bastion built as a "utopia" is actually a bit of an understated revelation here. It's exactly the kind of thing a centrist with a pang of guilty conscience might use as an excuse to close their eyes to the violence required to build this system. Much like how an abolitionist in the past, being witness to the horrors of slavery and colonial abuse, might view the participation of colonized or enslaved minorities in global capitalism as his end goal.

X-Men '97 can't escape the fact that it's produced under a Disney near-monopoly of modern media. This is the same company that gave us Karli true-leftism-is-killing-civilians Morgenthau and other childish takes on modern political extremes. In that context, Bastion is an improvement.

He might also be a jab from the showrunners at the Disney company itself (give them as little as possible, as late as possible, and they'll be grateful for it; they'll call it a utopia) but I can't prove that.

#x men 97 #x men #bastion #x men 97 spoilers #cheap literary analysis with preda

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aealzx · 9 months

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Fishing his cell phone from its pocket wedged under his shell, Raphael hit the speed dial for Mikey. The easiest way to check on him was just to call him after all. Especially since they had two additional bases now that he and Leo were taking turns manning for this rotation. That explained why Leo had been caught since the other three weren’t with him. But it didn’t explain why their alarms hadn’t been tripped. Unless Leo had been outside the base on patrol, like he sometimes did when he was restless.

Okay Mikey that’s five rings, pick up the phone-

“You’re speaking to the greatest turtle of all time, hero of the realms, Nexus Champion, Michael Angelo Spliterson.”

For once Mikey’s voice was a welcomed relief instead of a complete annoyance, and Raphael found himself smirking instead of wanting to throttle him. “I’m gonna beat you for that, bozo,” Raphael responded, more on reflex than an actual threat.

“Awww, but Raphy buddy, you’d actually have to win against me for once to do that,” Mikey shot back. Harmless banter at this point. Despite the hundreds of sparring matches they’d gotten into, Raphael still hadn’t managed to win against Mikey even once. But they had saved each other's lives often enough it no longer truly mattered.

“Well get over here then.”

“Uh, I’ll pass,” Mikey declined quickly. “Got the ole second base to watch over y’know. Can’t leave her on her own. What would Don say if I just abandon-”

“I mean it Mikey. Get over here, Leo’s been caught by Augustine,” Raphael interrupted, ton growing completely serious now.

“HUH-?!” Mikey’s outburst cracked over the speaker and made Raphael pull the phone away from his ear. “Whadda you-?? Start with that you-! I’ll be right there!”

The call ended with a beep before Raphael could give a retort, but he just sighed and lowered the phone to tap a different speed dial. They would need their usual backup for this one, and he also had some words to get out. Thankfully this time his call was answered on the second ring.

“Yo Raph, what’s up? Miss me that much?”

Casey. The one that had been with Leo on base sitting duty that night. “Say goodbye to your son, then get back to home base asap. I’m gonna kill you for losing my brother,” Raphael growled simply, then took his turn to end the call without a goodbye. It would be better to talk to both Mikey and Casey at the same time, in person.

Once both people were contacted Raphael slipped his phone back into its place and approached Don, raising a brow as he was mildly impressed once again by how fast his genius of a brother was manipulating his precious computer. Touch screens and a custom keyboard really sped up his process, as did state of the art equipment. Coming to stand at his shoulder, Raphael remained quiet, knowing Don would speak when he formulated his thoughts enough around what he’d found.

Sure enough, it was only minutes of watching screens flashing by incomprehensibly that Don started his report. “Interesting. I ran an analysis for interdimensional breeches, and there’s a significant outlier from the usual comings and goings of people like the Daimyo and the others we’re used to visiting.”

“So…….,” Raphael started, a request for Don to pause and let him catch up with his own thoughts. “Augustine succeeded in creating an interdimensional machine despite us having stolen what she needed for it?”

“Yes…. and no,” Don confirmed and denied. “It wasn’t stable. The bridge between dimensions was quick, and horribly uncalculated. Like a misfire from trying to modify a weapon. I think she was trying something else, and got more than she bargained for.”

“An accident,” Raphael reworded simply, then sighed. “Great. And we still don’t have enough evidence to get her locked up?”

“Not yet. But this might be a tipping point once we get it solved,” Don responded with a mirthless chuckle. If only it were that simple. Augustine was eccentric, and unstable, but apparently still too valuable for the EPF to be willing to let her go. “I’ve got a good guess where she’s hiding out now. Three of the signatures converge at one point, including the one that matches the readings I’ve remotely pulled from our third outpost. And the location is part of our list of potentials.”

“...Texas? Really?” Raphael complained, raising a brow when the location was singled out on the display.

“Yep. Texas.” Don nodded, then caught sight of an entry register on another screen and turned to meet the one who’d arrived.

“Guys! You gotta help me- I think Leo’s gone missing! You gotta help me find him.” Casey’s arrival to the home lair was announced via a stomping run as he shouted his distress, one of Leo’s swords in his hands. “He went off to do a patrol like he does, but then he didn’t come back, and then I went looking for him to come back here, but all I found was his sword thing, and he never leaves that laying around. I think he got snatched! Do you have a tracker or something on him?”

As Casey started to explain his side of the story, Raphael could only fold his arms as both he and Don stared blankly at their friend. It may have seemed like a weird ploy with ulterior motives, but after having spent so many years with the man they both knew that Casey wasn’t faking anything. He just apparently didn’t have two dots connected in his mind just yet.

“....Did you figure that all out before or after I called you?” Raphael asked simply, continuing to give Casey a dry look.

“What? Uhhhhh…… After-.... Ohhhhh,” Casey seemed confused at the apparent unrelated question. But Don and Raphael could swear they could see the dots in Casey’s mind clicking together as he remembered what Raphael had called about in the first place. “You guys already know. Heheh. Uhm….. So where we going?”

Don could only chuckle as Casey sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. Before he could answer Casey the room gained another body as Mikey came dashing in. “I’m here! Let’s go! Bags are packed! Are we flying or driving?” Mikey rushed, stopping to jog in place once he reached the landing the rest were on.

“Hold on, bro. We haven’t even gone over a plan yet,” Raphael chastised, though he couldn’t hold the amusement from his tone.

“You can debrief me on the plane. Or truck. Whichever. Time’s a wasting,” Mikey continued, still jogging in place. “Did you get to talk to him? Or get a picture? Bad guys love sending kidnapping pictures. Does he look- Oh!”

At the mention of a picture Don clicked a few keystrokes to change the view of the monitors back to the video they had received. Catching sight of it, Mikey abruptly stopped moving, turning to gape at the picture. “Woah….. Ohhhh no, the crazy lady grabbed some other poor mutant ninja turtles inste- wait- is that ME? Mini me? He’s so small. But the orange headband is my thing- ohhhhh we didn’t stop her, did we.”

Raph had to snort at Mikey’s reaction to seeing the other two mutant turtles that had been kidnapped along with their brother. Only then did he start moving to comply with Mikey’s earlier prompting to get going. “Accidental cross dimension kidnapping. Is what it looks like anyway. We won’t know for sure until we ask their names once we rescue them.”

“Alriiiight. Time to finally bash this lady’s head!” Casey cheered, rotating his arm with a fist and moving to follow Raph.

“Ah ah. Not you. People with kids under the age of ten are strictly on backup duty, remember? You stay here and keep an eye on April… and Master Splinter since I’m assuming he’ll be on babysitting duty again. Keep them and Junior out of trouble, alright?” Raphael countered, whipping around to poke Casey in the chest and push him back.

“Awwwww maaann. Really? That applies even for rescue missions?” Casey whined, though he didn’t seem too upset about it. He did get to stay with April and their son after all.

“It applies for all missions. Especially breaking into government bases,” Don confirmed, slinging his prepacked backpack over his shoulders. “I’ve already messaged April, she and Leatherhead will meet you here and infiltrate their systems to give us support. Make sure Master Splinter gets to bed on time too, will you?”

“Guhhhhh, finnnee. Just punch someone good for me, alright?” Casey relented, making a show of throwing his head back in a pout. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your dad too. Just don’t take too long.”

“We’ll be back before you know it,” Raphael assured. “You better not eat all the nachos,” he added as a warning, pointing a finger at Casey as he and the others left the raised terrace.

“Stealth plane Mikey. We’re headed to Texas,” Don directed, taking the lead to their underground hangar.

“Texas?” Mikey repeated, pausing verbally to consider a thought. “You think we can grab any kolaches while we're there?”

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03 Mikey is just fine X'D He's just at a different, smaller base.

by the way, the 03 boys are in their 30s for this, if it wasn't apparent from them being scarred up and having more armor and stuff X'D

#my art #tmnt 2003 #rottmnt 2003 crossover #cross dimension kidnapping #tmnt crossover #03 Mikey #03 Raph #i posted this to the wrong blog at first #hahaha X'D derp #long post #writing

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poorlittleyaoyao · 1 month

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Didn't want to derail that last post since it's specifically about novel canon, but it got me thinking about the ramifications of the changes that the drama makes:

CQL Mianmian is a Jin disciple. I like this change overall because it facilitates her being a larger part of the narrative and implies that Jin Zixuan has a life outside of being That Rich Guy Wei Wuxian Hates. Still, as is also the case with Meng Yao and Lan Xichen due to them meeting earlier, it means that Jin Zixuan is defending someone already dear to him rather than protecting a stranger simply because it's the right thing to do. Don't shrug off his heroism yet, though, because...

A nameless Jin disciple is the one who tries to hand over Mianmian. Jin Zixuan (and only Jin Zixuan) strikes him down and says in disgust that he can't believe the Jin clan contains such cowards, or something like that. However, Mianmian herself reminds Jin Zixuan when they're giving up their swords that they're under orders from their sect leader to comply with whatever the Wen clan asks of them. Jin Zixuan's choice to defend Mianmian is potentially in defiance of his father's directive. (Why is Jin Zixuan willing to disobey his dad here but stays awkwardly silent during his family's BS at the Phoenix Mountain hunt and conference later on? Well, his dad's not in the room with him here.)

Su She is not involved here, as Lan Wangji is the sole representative from Gusu Lan. The selfishness/cowardice of trying to feed Mianmian to a monster is replaced with his (more socially unacceptable in-universe but IMO more sympathetic to the viewer) revealing the Cold Pond Cave secret. There aren't any Lans standing by as nobody but Lan Wangji does the right thing.

The hostages generally show a lot of solidarity! After Wen Chao punts Wei Wuxian deeper into the cave, everyone else climbs down after him. None of them responds to Wen Chao shouting questions from up above, forcing the Wen guards to climb down to their level to investigate. The Jin guy attacking Mianmian is an outlier, indicating a problem with Lanling Jin culture rather than the jianghu as a whole. They cooperate well when it's time to band together and escape!

So the takeaway in CQL canon isn't that everyone is a coward or overly concerned with politics except for the protagonist, his love interest, and Jin Zixuan for some reason, but more like... here are these young people and future leaders who are fully capable of acting together for the good of the group. They refuse to comply with their captors despite being unarmed, and they'll convince the older generation to take action against the Wen clan. (Nie Mingjue, the only sect leader who's part of the younger generation without an older relative's influence, has already been in open conflict with them.) And isn't it a shame, then, that Jin Guangshan--and his sect culture that would've excused feeding one of his own disciples to a demon turtle--is going to crush all of this.

*I initially assumed, when I started making this post, that Cloud Recesses in the novel gets burned after the indoctrination in retaliation for Lan Wangji's part in killing the Xuanwu of Slaughter. But the wiki timeline has the indoctrination still coming after Cloud Recesses is attacked? If that's the case, how do the Lan have that many disciples to send?

#I was so happy to get to consult my dumb little notebook with all the watch notes in it

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rez-urrection · 3 months

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I saw someone else on here saying how Rick needs someone with a different moral compass to go with him on adventures because otherwise it'd be an echo chamber of bad decisions, and thats why he brings Morty (very outspoken against him) rather than Summer (very often outspoken against him, however very much aligns with his violent impulses)

and I agreed with that, however I wanted to add my own theory as to why he brings only Morty, which kind of goes along with theirs.

I lost their post/url so I dont know who it is who posted that, but if I find it ill reblog with a link to their post, or if one of you find it youre welcome to do that for me !!

okay, so. it seems to me that another reason Rick would take Morty most times and not usually Summer is not only because Summer is more likely to become a moral echo chamber, but because Morty is the most likely in the family to not end up another Rick.

let me explain what I mean:

Rick has witnessed the citadel and how that ended up, he's implied to have witnessed the deaths of so many people (not just Ricks) for being too confident in their smarts. he knows that his life style kind of ruins you if youre as smart as he is because you start getting to know that you are.

this won't happen with Morty.

Morty is a lot of things; resourceful, highly adaptive, good in combat (when he can be), quick on his feet and passionate. but one thing he isnt, is like Rick.

Morty gets none of his traits from Beth or Rick. he isnt inhumanely smart (in fact its canon that he's quite the opposite), he isnt predisposed to being cold and uncaring, he isnt as impulsive (he still is, just not as much), the list goes on.

not only are Summer and Beth predisposed to end up like Rick, they have, on many occasions, acted exactly how Rick would've acted in situations. and to me, it seems like that scares him.

Morty however is very different to Rick, and Rick knows that very few Mortys ever end up even a fraction of the man he is.

Mortys are not predisposed to end up cold and uncaring, in fact Mortys are predisposed to be the exact opposite. Mortys are "hardwired for forgiveness." theyre empathetic, loving, forgiving. Mortys rarely harden into the kind of person Rick is, or the kind of person Summer and Beth would be.

Morty is the obvious answer to who Rick should rely on - he'll never be bad. Morty is good at his core. at least most of them are, of course just like there's outlier Ricks (c-137 himself), there's outlier Mortys, but as a general statement, Mortys are good at their core.

kind of off topic, but I also beleive that c-137 is good at his core.

let me explain.

he is, by admission, a different kind of Rick. he wanted to stay home, to be there for the girls, he was even willing to give up his dream of science just to be there for him.

when they died, so did a part of him.

he lost the love of his life, and he lost his daughter. he lost his perfect little family.

and what did he do ? go insane trying to find the person who did this to him, and get rid of them.

the things he did on the way were kind of a "in the grand scheme of things" type of situation.

again another blog already said this (here) (hopefully that worked), but when Prime said he c-137 could've been him- he already was. he was in the exact same situation that Prime was. he offered someone infinity, and they rejected it. but instead of going the way Prime did, which was killing the people around Bird Person to force him to travel infinity anyways, he just moved on. he got upset at first and tossed some weak insults, but he moved on. because, as the above post says, its not that big of a deal. it wasn't the end of the world for him.

now, im not saying c-137 has never done anything wrong. hes done a lot of things wrong. what I am saying is he's good at his core; his goal was never and still isn't just to hurt people. his goal is revenge and in his eyes, its a ticking time bomb. anyone in his way has to be swiftly dealt with because he's running out of time.

also - of course he can't show how much he loves Morty. he doesnt know if Prime is still watching him, but he does know that the Omega Device could very well still be on operation, and he finds out he was correct in this assumption in Ultmortricken.

if he had shown his love for Morty often at all, who knows what Prime would've done with that information.

#goodness fucking gravy this got ranty #i love rick and morty can you tell #rick and morty #rick sanchez #r&m #rnm #c-137 #c-137 obviously #bird person #rbp #anyways rick and bird person 100 years #beth smith #beth sanchez #jerry smith #summer smith #morty smith #rick c137 #morty prime

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shannankle · 4 months

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Color in DFF: Part 2

Okay so here I have a post where I run down some of the way DFF is using color in the past (at least for ep 5-6). But there's even more to unpack in episodes 1-4. I'll have to return to color when more episodes are out cause I'm sure there'll be more clarity and layers to add. But for now let's jump to the present!

Shout out again to @slayerkitty for brainstorming with me!

In part 1 I came to this conclusion:

There are basically 3 groups of colors.

Blue=the friend group, conformity, those trying to harm or coerce others

Red=Non, poverty, outsiders and those with stigma

Yellow=A third category, not in lock step with the group, outliers

So what about the present?!

There's a lot going on with color:

-It show's the character's flaws and desires

-It signals romantic pairing(s)

-It conveys group dynamics and insider/outsider status

On top of that we have people changing colors and exchanging them

Importantly in the present we start getting more than just the strict primary colors groups. Our group is less in sync and now that they've had time to grow up and be apart there's less conformity and cohesion, more fracture. We could argue that more of their own colors are able to come out rather than be subsumed in just blue (though a few characters definitely stick to blue still).

Let's start at the beginning. For a number of these boys their color represents their worse traits and fatal flaws:

Por is in a pale green. This clearly represents his VERY deep relationship with nature (sorry not sorry). It also can represent rebirth which means he isn't dead yet.

Okay, joking aside, green can can represent greed and jealousy. Certainly things relevant to Por who both has it all and still constantly wants and needs more (especially affection from his father) and is willing to take credit from Non to get it. This greed obviously contributed to the way everything spiraled in the past.

Green can also indicate sickness, nausea, and disgust. Por often expresses disgust towards Non, wiping his hand off after touching him. We even get him and Top reacting with disgust in the opening scenes when Fluke is puking.

On one more note, there are cultures that would group green and blue in as the same color so perhaps we can still see him as not so separate from the group as we might think.

Tee and Top are still in blue. These two are dedicated to hiding the truth and protecting themselves. Blue can also indicate loyalty and trust as well as confidence. Tee clearly has an issue with loyalty in both the past and the present. He's quick to throw his friends under the bus but does so while hiding this to still fit in. In the present he struggles with whether to abandon White or protect him. Top on the other hand is over confident, constantly wanting fame and attention.

Tee in particular is interesting because of his tie die shirts. They always mix blue with another color, just like he mixed blue with red in the past. Now it's a pink. Perhaps this means his money troubles have lessened or that he mentally feels less of an outsider or weirdo than when he added red in the past. Or perhaps it shows his strained loyalty to White, containing a color other than blue but not quite orange.

This is certainly the case in a later episode when he changes his t-shirt to blue and orange. I'll mention this later but White is introduced in orange. So Tee's colors show his dedication to the group, his continued attempts to hide secrets that harm people, and his battle between running or staying to protect White.

While Tee switches to orange and blue, Top switches to yellow and white. He makes the switch before he goes off with Tan and returns to kill Por. The yellow is a stark change. Unlike Tee who retains his blue, Top loses it completely. He's in yellow, marking him as an outlier. Is he possessed? Drugged? In any case he is operating without any affinity to the group at this point.

We don't know much about Tan yet, but he's also in blue. He starts in a blue button up and then switches to darker blue with gray underneath. This is a bit odd since he's the most vocal about pushing the old group to reveal what happened in the past. Yet he isn't wearing orange (Phi and White), red (Non), or yellow (outlier). In fact, unlike our other characters he doesn't mix in other colors or change his color at all. It feels very sterile, as if he is operating under different rules. So either he is just part of the group and likely fodder, working with Phi, or up to his own plan. Regardless I think at this point he is probably hiding his color, or rather the show is hiding his color from us for a later reveal of some kind.

Fluke is in purple. It's a balanced mix of blue and red, marking the way he acts as a bystander. He is in the group but not necessarily at the center of it. It also represents ambition, which Fluke clearly has in spades. So much so that as he tries to protect his ambitions, he makes things so much worse.

Interestingly, when Fluke changes clothes he still chooses purple, but his collar has a stripe of red. This of course is what he wears as he starts to crack, ultimately confronting Tee about what happened to Non. The blood on Fluke's hand adds more red.

Jin is in pink and a dark blue or grey. He later switches to a dark blue shirt. So part of him is still attached to the group (blue) but he also operates in a faded pink. Pink can represent love and compassion. We know that Jin acts as the kind one of the group generally. Interestingly this is quite a faded pink, perhaps representing how Jin, despite being kind (or at least having a kind exterior) is quite jaded. He's lost his rose-tinted glasses and they've become a washed out pink.

He no longer is in yellow. Does this mean at some point he failed to push back on the group in an important way? Why is he still with the group and wearing blue/gray colors? Does the fact he's wearing pink, a faded red mean he's still dedicated to Non?

Clown theory: Non was in pink in the preview for episode 7, so does this mark Jin as a romantic pairing with Phi? Does it mean Non died and possessed Jin's body (🤡)?

Phi and White both have orange to start with. They're odd ones out. Interestingly, Phi also has on a denim shirt, making him outwardly seem to match Tee and Top, but the orange shows his true colors. This is very fitting given we know he's up to something (most likely revenge) and not genuinely trying to be a part of the group.

Orange is also partway between red and yellow. If we go by the past, Phi has had something going on with both Non (red) and Jin (yellow, past). Interestingly in this opening shot Phi's backpack moves from blue (his disguised allegiance to the group) to orange (his outsider status) and red (his allegiance to Non). But he is also next to Jin whose pink could be seen as a version of red.

White has orange but like Phi he has blue as well. Does this mean that White is aligned with Phi or is it just a way to signal that White is also a newbie to the group? If so why is Tan not in orange too? Is White Non's brother?

Both Phi and White remove their orange as things progress. Interestingly they both keep the same touches of blue but change to neutral white/light gray tones. They're blending in now, either by force of the situation or in order to hide their intentions. But compared to Tan, we at least see them operating in other colors first.

One last thing of note here. Phi wraps his outer shirt around Jin to brace his shoulder. This completely removes the blue from Phi and gives it to Jin. Is this a color exchange? But blue isn't Phi's color, so does is this an act of protection or is Phi marking Jin as a target?

And what does it mean that Phi is now purely in white--an absence of color? Or is white his color? If so, then what about White?

We've gone from 3 primary colors in the past to a mix of colors in the present. On top of that we have white too, an interesting contrast? pairing? with the black of the mask costume.

Okay this has been equally as much analysis as questions. I'm excited to revisit this when we have even more episodes and information to see what the patterns are here!

#dff the series #dead friend forever #dff meta #my meta #my posts

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pinkbitchesrule · 7 months

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All the people who go Martin is a sweetheart and could do no wrong? What are you seeing that I'm not? Because I think you are doing Martin, his character development, and the struggles he went through dirty. After all come season 5 he hated almost everyone around him except for Jon. He wanted to kill people and enact revenge. Martin, whether he realized it or not, was willing to manipulate Jon as well. Martin is a great character not because he's relatable or never actually hurt others or is sweet but because he shows how easy it is to fall back into a cycle of abuse if you're not careful. Because Martin *had* stopped the cycle of abuse. He did not guilt trip or hurt others like his mother did to him but after the traumas of all the seasons before Martin snapped in his own way in season 5. That's what makes him human. That's why out of all the other assistant he also dies. Martin represents all the negative feelings one has towards themselves. That's why his sacrifice is so important at the end of the podcast. Because the new world is supposed to be a better place without these negative feelings.

It's interesting to watch throughout the podcast as while Martin externalizes his feelings more Jon internalizes them more. It's part of the reason they are drawn to eachother. TMA is also all about choice and in the end Martin chose Jon. Jon chose the betterment of the world. Basira chose to finally leave Daisy behind. Georgie finally chose to get involved. Melanie chose herself and to let go of her anger. That's why Basira, Georgie, and Melanie survive out of everyone else. They saw their flaws and tried to change themselves. Now that doesn't mean I agree with them but they all chose to be better. When did Jon, Martin, or Tim ever do that? (Sasha and Daisy are their own outliers and rabbit holes)

Now don't get me wrong I still love all these characters. I've never related to someone more than I relate to Martin and I absolutely adore Jon and Tim. But a major point in TMA is that there is no good guy. There is only making the best choice with what you know and have at your disposal.

THIS IS ALL MY OPINION PLEASE DON'T ATTACK ME. However discussion and reblogs are always welcome!!!

#tma #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #basira hussain #daisy johnson #melanie king #timothy stoker #this is my deep dive #take it as you will

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starry-bugs · 8 months

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daily affirmations: I will not make vampire au spiderbit outright freakishly devoted to each other, I will not. even if I really really want to. mostly because i don't know how well it would fit in the main story if I explored how much of it there is to their dynamic

but theres hints of it. there's sooo many hints to it. in the way that roier kills for cellbit, in the way they pretend cellbit will attack for roier, it's all right there. and they'll joke about it, play it off for laughs and all. but they both know that they could do it, that they would do it if the circumstances were right. and maybe they dance around the subject for awhile, for their own reasons.

roier doesn't need to kill, he doesn't even really like to. the workers following cellbit and his rescue were outliers, he was desperate to keep his gatinho safe. and cellbit doesn't kill anymore, he's put that behind him. he's not willing to acknowledge the fact that he would do it again, if roier asked. he wouldn't even hesitate to.

and neither of them are willing to acknowledge the rush they get when they pretend, how such pure devotion only fuels how much they love each other. they won't acknowledge how it feels right, they'll just play it off. for now, at least

#qsmp #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #spiderbit #qsmp au #vamp!melissa au

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fullmetalfears · 10 months

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Hoenheim is one of my favorite characters in the OG FMA manga and Brotherhood. He made me love the sad immortal that hates themself trope, and in general I find the combination of failed father figure, gentle kind person, and the violence he accidently did to his people make for a dynamic character.

But I do 100% think FMA made the other characters far too quick to forgive Hoenheim for leaving the boys.

In the manga, it was directly said that Hoenheim wrote back home but in the anime you get NOTHING. Either way, the man left for a decade, during the most important period of his children's lives as children... because he felt like a monster. Not because he was actually doing things to his kids, but HE wanted to live like a human.

It's shitty. It's awful. One of the people that Ed and Al were supposed to rely on most left because he couldn't get over his own misery. Instead of waiting even a few years to make sure they could even take care of themselves better before leaving, he left before they could even really remember him at all.

I say this not because I don't think it was a good character decision. In fact I think it's tragic in a way that the series needs. The lack of clear lines between monsters and people, where one of Hoenheim's worst decisions is leaving his wife and kids, something that any person can do.

Hoenheim's real flaw when it comes to his family is not valuing that people want him to be there.

Which makes his final offer to Ed to sacrifice himself take on a different light.

In canon, the manga/anime make it clear that Ed calling Hoenheim a shitty father was meant to be as much Ed chastising Hoenheim for not understanding they won't use philosopher stones as it is an acknowledge that Ed accepts him as his father.

But to me, it shows that Hoenheim still hasn't learned why leaving was such an awful blow to the family. Yes, Trisha died because he wasn't there but even if he came back ten years later, did he still expect it to be from a loving family? Did Hoenheim expect the world to stand still while he left?

Hoenheim is still sacrificing himself after all this damn time. He still doesn't see that being there for his kids could invaluable. Maybe they grew up without him, and hell, maybe he doesn't deserve a second chance after so long, but for the boys, making sure you live to the next day is their entire philosophy. And Hoenheim, is willing to give that next day up.

In context, he's giving himself up for his boys after all this time of putting his own feelings first, but he would still be gone. What's worse, in Ed's perspective it's an impossible choice. If Ed couldn't have thought of another way to get Al back, Hoenheim basically offered Ed a chance to kill him in exchange for his brother.

You know. Killing. The one thing that Ed will not fucking do.

Hoenheim doesn't understand Ed. He also even after all this time doesn't get that living for them and to move forward would be the best thing he could do.

So yeah. I adore Hoenheim but the manga/anime kinda does a clumsy job with him. It does such a good job of setting Hoenheim up as looming negative premise in the beginning and then the story overcorrects in trying to make you like him that it forgets that, yeah, leaving your wife and kids for a decade is kinda bad actually!!!

It doesn't help that no one else is angry at Hoenheim. Izumi knew the boys as small children, presumably orphans and yet greets Hoenheim warmly. In the manga the people of Risembol are baffled on his arrival but otherwise move on. Pinako WHO BASICALLY HELPED RAISED THEM is just sorta neutral towards him. Even Al isn't angry. He just wants his dad back which is fine, but it leaves Ed's anger as an outlier, like it's childish of him not to understand.

By the time of his death, Hoenheim doesn't really learn anything. He's forgiven because he really was a good dude and he felt really bad about leaving for a decade so he can totally be forgiven by everyone right?

Right.

So yeah. Hoenheim? Great character, but awful dad which is part of why he's a good character but the story really pulls its punches about him.

~Luna

#fma #fma manga #fma:b #Hoenheim #van hoenheim

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cyb-by-lang · 6 months

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It’s still so interesting to me, that when Obito was sharing his story, the thing that hit Jason deepest was how the ninjas could murder Obito’s killer, and not the part where he was able to come home and be loved so fiercely.

I expected Jason’s internal monologue to latch on to that; and instead his thoughts were all about killing the killer. Multiple paragraphs about that even!

On a separate note, being smacked in the face with how much he’s being trusted by Kei and how much Hayate cares is great. Less great is him constantly using a non-human term for Kei when she comes. Don’t think Hayate would be too happy to hear his sister being a called a monster and nothing else.

The trick is that Jason isn't willing to acknowledge, at least with an audience, that love from his family is something he actually wants.

Like, he's aware that it forms a part of what motivates him, but he's long since hit the point where he doesn't believe it's at all possible. He thinks (not without data points) that his death was functionally meaningless and nothing changed despite how everything changed for him. Like his trauma wasn't worth anything at all. Like the entire point of Jason Todd as a person was to be abandoned, tortured, and forgotten.

No one cared, Jason thinks as he stares down at a timelessly grim Gotham, years after his murder. Not enough to change.

If anyone thought Jason was worth anything, in his opinion, then they should have made sure he was the last person the Joker ever hurt. Very literally.

The best Jason thinks he can get out of this is the bitter satisfaction of being right. That Batman's method of fighting crime is ultimately toothless, that none of these costumed "family members" actually cared about him, and that the only option is to put a hard limit on the number of second chances violent outliers have to victimize yet more people.

If he acknowledges, at all, that he wants love and safety...

Well.

That's a question he's been avoiding deftly so far.

#a ninja's guide to gotham #jason todd #asks #anonymous #batman #crossover #catch your breath fanfic

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natasha and whoever you feel like writing for :)

"Did you ever trusted me, at all?" she asked, eyes steeled but somehow still filled with so much pain.

“Did you ever trust me, at all?" she asked, eyes steeled but somehow still filled with so much pain.

“Lena…” Natasha’s eyes well up, “you were six, what was I supposed to say? Of course I trusted you, but I wasn’t allowed to say anything; and they… made sure I didn’t.”

Yelena takes in Natasha’s words.

“How?” her voice barely above a whisper.

“You loved them. They played their role well. I was the outlier who knew too much and had too much to lose. It didn’t take much to threaten me.”

Natasha looks up, as if willing the tears to go back in her eyes.

“We could have run away.”

Natasha nods.

“We could have; but they would have killed us. Melina, Alexei, they grew up in a time and place that the brutality was always around them and they always had to think about themselves. We were nothing to them. Maybe a blip on their records but killing us would have been the same. I think I wanted our lives to be different, maybe to mean something.”

Yelena is quiet at this. She knows that there’s so many what ifs about their childhood that they can never be answered.

“I trusted you,” Natasha finishes. “I trust you.”

(Thanks Anon, haha an excuse for Nat and Yelena <3)

#natasha romanoff #Yelena belova #Nat and Yelena #black widow #my fic #natasha romanoff fic #Yelena belova fic #black widow fanfic #marvel fic

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or that she can singlehandedly Elizabeth the first it…

Sansa could do it, if she really wanted, but the historical Elizabeth did not have an easy time with her decision. She had dozens of suitors and was even on the cusp of betrothal a couple of times. Her privy council nearly lost their minds in fear of her dying without an heir. They were so desperate that for a moment they were willing to accept Robert Dudley as a husband, which was a terrible choice for a number of reasons.

My point is, Elizabeth remains, 500 years later still the only (adult) British sovereign who never married. Her personal and historical circumstances were unique, and have never been repeated. She was an outlier, the exception, not the rule.

Sansa knows her duty is to produce an heir, and I doubt George wrote all that motherhood foreshadowing for nothing.

(about this ask)

!!! And the Starks don’t have a great record here. Think about the previous generation. Rickard and his heir die, then that happens to the canon generation with Ned and Robb, and they’ve lost the other boys too...I mean, the heir issue is just not something that can be dismissed. Especially when the North has suffered so and Winterfell has been taken...there's such recent reminders of how precarious it all is. It wouldn't be reasonable for the Northern Lords ignore the issue.

I don't know what D&D were thinking with the Elizabeth I stuff other than, they had just killed off the two other queens, one in a way that would infuriate fans, so it's possible they thought that framing Sansa that way would help counter what they had to know was coming for them? Right after the show ended some of us speculated that we got a scrambled eggs version of events and that Sansa was to be QitN much earlier.

I have a few hangups when it comes to resolving the Northern succession crisis because it isn’t clear to me which path answers all the issues.

Considering Jon's repressed desire for Winterfell, I don't think he'd ever be able to take it, not after Robb's death and while trueborn Starks lived. Some have suggested that the show's version of he's KitN and Sansa is LoW is the compromise, but if we're basing KitN on Robb's Will, I don't see how the Lords accept and push for him to be king regardless, if he's refusing to inherit? That’s what the will was for.

This is where Jonnel/Sansa comes in and I've said before, Jonsa could be the contrast where the marriage where, rather than taking from the girl, it’s actually the way to give her home back to her/rectify a wrong. And I don't want to dismiss the precariousness of the situation and that Jon (at Sansa's urging) might go along with inheriting or being KitN in order to unite the North and prepare for war, but the guilt. And also, that works in the specific scenario, what of the overall issue of girls being passed over? Is Martin merely pointing it out or will he offer a sign of progress ie the Northern Lords opting for Sansa to inherit or be queen? I mean, Jon will have lots of rumors floating around him post rez, not sure that he could be a unifying force? And the idea of a bastard rising up to lead them...idk.

That brings me to the bastard issue! How society looks at bastards is obviously horribly unfair to the kids, so is Martin gonna progress the North on this issue by them rallying behind Jon or will it be Sansa having a child who may or may not be legitimate but is her heir? As in, she’s still married to Tyrion, will the North say fuck it and have Jon and Sansa marry under their own religion or if R+L=J isn’t widely known yet or Jon is controversial in the North, they secretly marry and Sansa “legitimizes” her child later and that progresses the issue?

#dot chat #historical parallels #asoiaf speculation #jonsa #book jon

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By Turns

Chapter Three

Masterlist

The closer Eris gets to his goals the harder he has to work to keep all plates spinning. Tensions simmer underneath his new alliances, pulling him into the Hewn City where the impact of Rhysand’s rule shapes the future.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x OC. Other pairings to be added.

Other featured characters: Elain Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Azriel. Variable POV

Rating: E for Explicit. Minors DNI.

Warnings: misogyny, violence, torture and domestic abuse both on and off screen, sex, sexual violence, dubious consent, drug use, character death, no reliable narrators to be found. Further warnings to be added.

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A/N: Brief mention of suicide for dramatic emphasis in the first half of the chapter. Skip beyond the jump if it bothers you.

“Keir is up to something,” Rhysand said.

Azriel was sat in Rhys’ office in the River House. The male was behind his desk, fingers steepled as he examined income reports and taxation records from Keir, mouth firm and tight in a way that suggested he was more vexed than he was letting on.

Azriel had to agree. He was still mulling over his visit from the month previous, the way the fae had looked at him with such belligerence, embracing the pain and death coming to him in that abattoir. The way the blood matted into his blonde hair. Seeing Eris the next morning, his casual cruelty and Thanatos’ snipped question. Here to execute another one of my soldiers?

Azriel was spread thin as it was, monitoring Illyrian dissent, Tamlin in Spring, Beron in Autumn, and keeping an eye on things on the Continent with Mor. Maybe one day they’d have fewer enemies, he thought, then immediately realised he’d be out of a job in that case. Probably kill himself from the boredom too, beg Rhys on his knees to let him fight the Blood Duel just for something to do, some violence to sate him.

“He’s always up to something,” Azriel said, more as a deflection from that train of thought than anything else.

“These taxes…” Rhys mused, so focused that he wasn’t taking the bait. “Something is off. And that fae last month. Did you ever manage to find out if he was just an outlier?”

Azriel shook his head, shadows slinking up his legs, hiding him from his failure. “Not yet. I’ve reached back out to my spy. I don’t have many more shadows to spare.”

Spy - a generous word for what Oisin was, which was a male so desperate to escape the Court of Nightmares that he’d been willing to sell information for the chance.

Azriel didn’t say what he was thinking, which was that if they truly wanted to keep control over the Hewn City, they needed someone down there full time. On paper it was Mor, but in all of her years and battles, she’d never been able to conquer the way her family - and Eris - made her feel. The next most capable choice was Nesta, but Cassian would bludgeon them to death for even thinking it. Rhys didn’t want to condemn anyone to living there anyways, despite the way he had laughed at Mor’s suggestion to move Nesta there a few years ago.

In the deepest recesses of his mind, Azriel also knew the Hewn City would never accept a female. Rhysand had named Feyre his High Lady there and placed her on his throne while they knelt, but just like that fae he had tortured, he could see the barely concealed rage in them, the play-pretend bowing. He suspected Rhys knew it too, which was why he never made Feyre go down there if she didn’t want to, and never on her own. That power struggle - if it ever came to pass - would be ugly.

“And now fucking Vanserra sticking his nose in as well…” A muscle feathered in Rhys’ jaw. He tossed his pen onto his desk, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling in frustration.

“Give me a week,” he groaned. “I’ll dig into these, then let’s go back, rattle their cage a bit. Remind them we exist and they answer to me. Let’s have a meeting with Eris as well, see if we can discover his angle in this mess.”

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Eris had worn a groove in her thoughts. Her encounter with him had shocked her - the heat of his fingers and his mouth, the brush of his lips against her palm, the blazing, naked hunger in his eyes. He was dangerously beautiful, and predatory. The arrogance with which he grabbed her wrist, as if he could touch her as he pleased, still sent furious sparks of embarrassment through her when she thought of it. He had grabbed her like she was already his and it was inevitable, and the way he had scented her….

She had no interest in being a lordling’s amusement, no matter how much she wanted to bathe in the vitality and power of him, as if it could rub off on her. The heat of his skin has certainly seared into her, even as she hastened from the room. Even now, she thought she could feel the phantom trace of his lips, and wondered absently if she licked his skin whether it would taste of the outside.

Aisling squashed those thoughts before they carried her much further. Everyone knew his reputation for cruelty, the rumours of how he had spurned Lord Keir’s daughter rather than marry a female who was not a maiden. Perhaps he was merely bored, or wanted to bed a City female to return the dishonour, a game of cruelty by turns. She had no desire to find out which rumours were true and which were false, and she didn’t want the attention of being tupped then cast aside by the Autumn heir.

They had aught else to do but gossip in here; already, speaking with him for a scant moment was more noticeable than she wanted. She’d far rather slink by quietly, working on a way to get herself and her mother out. But no matter which way she span it, which course of action she thought through, she ran up against the hard truth that only the High Lord could release fae from the City.

Perhaps she could bargain her magic, her dream-weaving… but the High Lord was a daemati, so would have no need of it. He hated them all, anyways; far more advantageous for him to keep them trapped here. Aisling twirled her ribbon bookmark in her hand idly, halfway through her book, suddenly irritable and contemplative.

A knock on the door jolted her from her mood. Maeve, the maidservant, opened it with a ducked head.

“Lord Vanserra for you, my lady,” she said, departing. Aisling bolted up as Eris entered, suddenly panicked. In her home?

“My lord,” she stammered, dropping to a curtsy quickly to gather herself. She bloomed with anxiety. “This is ah, unexpected….”

And there Eris was, filling the drawing room with the force of his presence. He was taller than her, lean and corded with muscle, but she felt the weight of his magic like it was smoke slowly stealing all air from her. Her chest tightened in anxiety, even though he waited politely for her to sit before taking a seat on the sofa opposite her. Any monster could have manners; acting a gentleman meant nothing, not here.

He was a metre away from her, perhaps. His hair was so vibrant, even though the room was richly furnished. It was just him.

“I had a meeting with Rhysand about the trade agreement,” Eris remarked casually, as if she was ever privy to anything. As if this was a normal occurrence. Her anger and fear coiled together in her stomach like snakes. “I thought I would make a call on you afterwards.”

“You are very kind to do so, my lord,” Aisling said politely, hoping her anxiety wasn’t transmitted. By the way he watched her, as if she were a dinner time amusement, she guessed they were. She forced herself to still.

“Perhaps I desired to know your thoughts on the matter?” Eris suggested, failing to sound genuine. He looked entirely at ease in her drawing room, long arms flung across the back of the couch like it was his own.

“No male desires to hear a female’s thoughts,” Aisling snapped. She inwardly kicked herself for letting her moods rule her tongue, but Eris seemed amused. His amber eyes glinted dangerously, the fire throwing the angled planes of his face into sharp relief. She couldn’t stop looking at the line of his shoulders, the muscles corded down them; he lounged like an arrogant king.

“Maybe not the males in Night,” he said, voice losing its indolent, amused tone and taking on an edge. “Indulge me,” he bid her, as if she were a servant.

Aisling gave him her most insipid smile. “Lord Keir is clever and leads us well in all matters,” she said vacuously.

Eris’ eyes flashed.

“I’m sure,” He said lowly. Maeve came in with a tray, quietly pouring tea, but he didn’t react, didn’t break eye contact. Aisling didn’t say a word, waiting until the door had been shut behind the servant on her way out. The walls would listen, here. No space was safe.

“Why do you wish for my thoughts, my lord? You must have plenty of your own,” Aisling said, keeping her eyes cast down as she carefully lifted her teacup. He made her so nervous, so edgy; he took up all available air in the room and left her short of breath. Her chest ached at his closeness, the intensity of him.

“Perhaps yours are more interesting,” he said. “I rarely get to speak to any from Night who aren’t one of Rhysand’s bleating sheep. You’re all very mysterious here.”

When she didn’t answer, seeing no clear safe path, he nodded to the book on the side table. A tome on taxation history, thick as a brick.

“I wasn’t aware Night liked their females well versed in anything but pleasing males and marriage,” he drawled, needling her.

“They don’t, the book is for decoration,” Aisling replied, ignoring that the book had been propped open before her. A lie so transparent that Eris’ mouth twitched up. She needed him out of her house, did he not realise how much he put her at risk by being here, saying these things? The thought that he realised but just didn’t care made her stomach twist. What game was he playing?

She hated that she found Eris so lovely, that his scent of cedar and smoke and outside filling the room was driving her to distraction. He smelled fresh and alive, and he looked so vibrant, so out of place in her home. He was too bright to be down here, too wild and fierce; she didn’t believe he was here of any good intentions.

Eris clearly wanted information, was fishing for something. Or perhaps he just wanted to make a statement to someone watching. Aisling doubted anyone would be watching her, but they would surely be watching him - her stomach twisted in anxiety. She had to get him out. Give him something, get him gone. Something that wouldn’t catch up with her later.

“Any room with you in it needs no more decoration. Surely your beauty is enough,” Eris said smoothly, a flattery so slick it set Aisling’s teeth on edge. Empty words, to get her talking.

“One always needs more beauty around them,” Aisling murmured demurely in response, the proper display of coy dismissal in the face of a compliment. Lest she be seen as wanton, too vain, too accepting of male attention. How absurd that those were the worst things she could be considered to be, Aisling thought fleetingly, when she was so many other vile things, too.

“And more diamonds?” Eris pressed, leaning forward on his knees. He never stopped watching her, and she cast her mind about for a way to make him go.

“I rather have plenty,” Aisling said, toying with one of her rings. They piled gems on in the Hewn City, did they not elsewhere? Here gemstones were almost blasé; diamonds and onyx and moonstone were considered loyalist. Likewise to raven and dove feathers in hair combs, the colours of the Court. Pearls were currently fashionable and sought after, having to be imported at great cost from Summer. She touched her own feather comb absent-mindedly, a nervous habit her mother had tried to beat out of her, but when she was uncomfortable she often resorted to toying with her hair or her rings.

“And too many books, besides,” she added, picking up the tome carefully. “Perhaps you should have this one. I’m afraid it is far too dense for me to ever read, but for yourself…”

Eris watched her closely as she paged through the book quickly, selecting a chapter. She laid a velvet ribbon in it as a bookmark, then carefully handed it to him. His hands brushed hers as he took it.

“You are very generous,” he murmured, eyes meeting hers. She held her face still under his scrutiny, wishing he would leave, wishing they could speak plainly. His eyes burned as he held hers, brilliant and amber and lit by his magic.

She would happily bargain all of her wealth to say what she thought, to hear his thoughts in turn, to be truly alone. To demand what he wanted of her and hear a true reply. Did she desire Eris? Or merely the freedom to desire him? Their gaze broke as Maeve knocked on the door, sweeping it open to take the tea tray. The book vanished from Eris’ hands quickly. He rose, nodding to Aisling, she stood to curtsy in turn.

“I thank you for your hospitality, Lady Aisling,” he said, as if he hadn’t arrived at her home unexpectedly, imposing himself upon her. She bit her tongue at that, cooing her thanks at him, careful to not invite him back. Maeve was listening as she cleared the tray, escorting Eris out.

Once the room was empty, nothing remaining of Eris but the lingering smell of crisp air, the familiar sensation of despair and anger swallowed her whole. Aisling collapsed back into the sofa, pressing her hand to her mouth, willing herself back into stone. Her skin still smelled faintly of his, and she breathed it in until it was gone, her chest aching under the strain of keeping herself contained.

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A/N: Keir can have a little tax fraud, as a treat

#by turns #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x oc #eris vanserra fanfic #acotar fanfiction #my writing

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3 and 5 for Dagger, 6 for Dragula

3. Has your OC killed a friend/family member/loved one? Yes! His adoptive father, Thatch, and his brother (kinda). After he was taken in by nomads as a kid, he never really acclimated well and rejected any attempt at making them his new family. He only cared about his little brother Casey and trying to protect him. He constantly clashed with Thatch even though he defended him a lot from clan elders and other members and generally protected him from facing the consequences of his actions (he was a troubled kid, unsurprisingly lol). Dagger harbored a lot of anger and trauma from his biological father that automatically transferred onto Thatch despite him being a generally Decent Guy and Father Doing His Best with two traumatized orphans. But they argued a lot throughout their life together and eventually Dagger totally snaps and kills him (stabs him 30 times oops). Sometime during those 30 stabbins', Casey interrupts and in wave of panic and adrenaline and blind rage, Dagger ends up cutting Casey's throat. It's a total accident but he watches his brother bleed out in front of him before he runs. Leaves the clan before anyone finds him (and is officially branded Raffen). Little did he know, Casey is actually found by a clan medic and is able to be saved in time! But Dagger lives several years believing him to be dead, and it's one of the biggest defining moments of his life, because without the single thing in this world he actually gave a shit about, he allows himself to detach completely and become truly an unhinged monster and thus its the start of the man the myth and the legend himself.

5. What is your OC’s moral code?

Well. its broken lol! He essentially sees other people as pawns to be used or toyed with, so he generally has no problem ruining lives. "If you got a problem with it square up and stop me" kind of deal. His worldview is shaped around survival of the fittest, and he sees nothing wrong with this. Be the Bigger Monster. If someone isn't willing to stoop that low then it means they're weak and free game and he's probably doing them a favor by killing them. The only people who he won't are children, the outliers in his mentality. Children should be taught to survive. They don't know any better, they need a good example. He'll show them a good example. He'll kill everything around them and then give them a knife. He's practical and realistic (so he believes). He doesn't get attached to anyone (he's just repressed). The only thing in the world that matters is blood. (All of this of course because he witnessed something very bad when he was very small and he never wanted to feel that scared again).

6. Would your OC make a deal with the devil?

There was a time where he was more of an idealist and he wouldn't, but he becomes a bit jaded and detached and for the right price he might. But not for anything like money or status and probably not even power. If he was going to go that far it'd be for something bloody and vengeful and scorched earth. It'd have to be very worth it for him to have a leash around his neck (again.)

#dagger will tell you that the day his brother 'died' was the best day of his life (lie) because it allowed him to reach his full potential #nothing holding him back! no emotion! no love! just killin!!!!#they both died that day!!!!! and they were both reborn #but the whole thing genuinely haunts him :) only time in his life he let himself cry! and boy it was maniacal. laughing. crying.#hes fine :)#also it should be no surprise that his Nemesis(TM) is a kid who grew up as a witness to his violence #someone who is both a mirror to him and a consequence of everything he chose to do and be #sorry that im long winded v.v it will happen again #ty tho #oc: dagger #oc: dragula

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