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cosmicjoke · 1 month

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Yeah, I have to correct you on the "inhumane treatment of Levi and his family". This obsession with absolving Levi of any fault and not have him face the consequences of his deliberate actions is funny to me. Levi was a kill for hire. Erwin knew he was going to kill him and get the papers to a corrupt politician. Levi, Furlan and Isabel, despite of their hardships and horrible livelihoods, were doing illegal activities. They were about to kill someone for citizenship. What was Erwin and scouts supposed to do? Let them go on their marry way with a slap on their wrist? That's totally unrealistic and to be frank, far better than what they were about to receive - jail time.

lol, okay. You do realize that Erwin was the one that SET UP that entire situation, don't you? Erwin was the one who literally came up with the plan to bait Lovof into hiring Levi in the first place, and he did it specifically so he could entrap him and have him removed as an obstacle of the Survey Corps. He USED Levi and his family to further his own agenda, so don't paint Erwin as if he was just some upstanding citizen and soldier doing his job in stopping the nefarious activities of a bunch of Underground hoodlums. Levi and his family never would have gotten the idea into their heads to go to the surface and steal any documents from Erwin, or to attempt to assassinate Erwin if Erwin himself hadn't literally created the scenario to have that happen. He was never in danger because he was in control from the start. He purposefully let the rumor spread that he and the scouts were going to go Underground to try and recruit Levi, because he knew Lovof would hear about it and that he would then take it as an opportunity to hire Levi to steal the documents and kill him, with the promise of citizenship up top. It was pure entrapment.

I'm not absolving Levi of his faults here, I'm simply stating a fact. Levi was willing to kill to help his family. And? I never said it was a good thing that Levi was planning on killing Erwin, but simply stated that Erwin treated Levi and his family inhumanely for daring to resist his demands. We also have to remember that Levi wanted nothing to do with the plan originally and only agreed to it because Furlan pushed him to. If it had been up to Levi, they never would have accepted Lovof's offer at all. Erwin deliberately and with full knowledge pulled three kids out of the Underground and forced them into a branch of military service which had an astronomically high mortality rate. How is that better than prison? Levi and his family never would have ended up in prison or caught by the authorities at all if not for Erwin's very own machinations. Again, Erwin literally created the circumstances of the entire scenario, all so he could rid the SC of a political opponent. He wasn't going after Levi to stop him from committing a crime, he was going after him because he wanted him for the SC and because he wanted to get rid of Lovof. But you want to frame it like it was just him doing his due diligence as an officer of the law, lol.

And when I talk about Erwin's inhumane treatment of Levi and his family, I'm sorry, but having Mike hold Levi's face down in a puddle of sewage for simply refusing to give his name, and then threatening Furlan's and Isabel's lives with swords to their necks if he continued to refuse is the definition of inhumane. And it wasn't just jail time that Erwin was threatening, he made a very specific point of mentioning how the MP's were likely to treat Furlan and Isabel much more harshly than he had, this after threatening their lives. What exactly do you think that implies? Levi and his family were forced to join the most dangerous branch of the military, by far, under duress and under threat of torture and death. That's inhumane.

So later with this framing you're employing, of Erwin just being an innocent bystander who was being kind and generous toward Levi and his family by offering them military service instead of jail time for their "illegal activities". Erwin was the architect of those illegal activities in the first place. He needed Levi to come after him in order to get rid of Lovof. All we saw Levi and his family do themselves, before then, was steal some food from some merchants, that itself a product of the disenfranchised state of their existence from those living on the surface.

#Levi Ackerman #Erwin Smith #Furlan Church #Isabel Magnolia #No Regrets #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 months

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Your heart is pounding and it can't be stopped

The red queen is dead! Unfortunately, her Overblot is an even more fearsome foe.

(Twst au where Overblots are apocalyptic events)

Riddle Rosehearts was dead.

Yuko had not seen the body, but she knew this to be true.

Would there even be a body? What had Crowley once told them about Overblots? They would drain the Host of power, like a soda can that would inevitably be discarded. Does that mean that the body would be tossed aside, that maybe one day they could go back and bury the poor boy? Would it simply disappear the moment there was no more mana, nothing left of the boy except for a rampaging monster? Or would the body stay there, attached to the front of it, until it decayed naturally?

Did it even matter, anymore?

A high scream met their ears.

They didn’t stop to let themselves wonder whether they recognized the voice.

Her breathing came in short, aborted gasps. Deuce’s hand, wrapped around her own, was gripping her so tightly that it was starting to hurt. Blot hung heavy in the air, thick blobs of inky blackness threatening to choke them. Her feet stumbled over cobbled streets. Ace’s collar glinted in the red-tinted sun as he struggled to tug it over his head with a newfound fervor. The trees creaked and groaned as they were ripped out of the ground one by one by the queen on a hunt. Flames spilled from Grim’s mouth as he followed at their heels, painting the world behind them in flames in hopes of slowing it. People cried out as they were found. First in surprise, then terror, then anguish and then pain and then –.

Their little group of four stumbled through the mirror.

It was as if they had stepped into another world.

The ripping, tearing sounds they had been listening to for the better part of an hour came to a halt all at once. No one was running, no one was screaming. Their peers sent their group strange looks, all hopelessly unaware of the monster that was now in their midst.

For just a moment, their group of four lingered there, a heap of teens, breathing heavy in a way that was either just regular overexertion or the beginnings of a panic attack. So shaken by the sudden change they almost forgot what was going on in the sheer strangeness of it all.

“You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost,” a Savanaclaw second-year student commented, teasing.

“No,” Ace said, his laugh bordering on manic as it spilled from his lips. “Those are in Ramshackle, not Heartslabyul, idiot!”

Yuko wanted to join him. Laughing seemed like much more fun than whatever it was she was doing, planning and trying to figure out a way to defeat a monster that was so much more powerful than she could even dream to be.

Then she glanced back, at the mirror.

Cater held his hands up, yelling something that was inaudible to those not in the Heartslabyul pocket dimension, winking at something they couldn’t see.

A tree speared him through the chest. He choked on his usual smile. He coughed, blood speckling the untainted trunk in front of him.

The clone dissolved into nothing.

A distraction, perhaps, so people could run to find safer places to hide for the moment.

She had the sinking feeling that the plan was actually to lead the Overblot to the mirror. That he wanted to use the rest of the school as bait, just so he could live.

She turned to the innocent bystanders.

“Rosehearts-senpai has Overblotted,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm despite the way her heart thudded in her chest in time to the deceptively cheery kids song that was Painting the roses red.“He is coming. Believe me. Or don't, I couldn't care less. But we all need to run.”

It wasn’t hard to believe her.

The Overblot approached the place where the clone had fallen, the ink sloshing over the top of its jar with every lumbering step, painting the cobbled stone path black. It knelt to scoop up the tree, gently cradling it in its fingers for a moment. Blood rubbed off on its white gloves.

Dully, Yuko thought that, at least, Riddle’s ghost could at least be glad that those damn roses were finally red.

It turned to look at them them. Without a Riddle hanging on the front, screaming and crying, it was strangely eerie, to look at a faceless being, and yet know that its eyes are locked solely on you.

With intent.

It hefted the tree in its hand, preparing to throw it.

They didn’t wait to see whether or not the tree would be able to make it through the mirror.

Shoes skidded on tile as they took off running again.

People scrambled in every direction. Towards the safety of their own dorms. Trying to find a way out. A place to hide. Anything that might save them. The more they spread out, the more of them that would survive. They knew this all intrinsically.

They also knew that those who got caught would die alone.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Ace said, leading their group through the halls with ease. Despite how little time they had spent at the school so far, he knew the layout like the back of his hand. “We need to get out of here.”

“Come up with that plan on your own?” Deuce snarked.

“I’m fucking sorry do you have a better one?”

Yuko groaned. “Not the time, guys.”

They grumbled and fell silent, instead focusing on getting out the doors.

Crowds of people, heading about their days like normal, seemed confused by the group of teens that were set on getting out of the building without paying any mind to the people they might end up trampling along the way. Maybe they thought they were running from Riddle’s punishments. They wouldn’t be entirely wrong, if that was what they were guessing, but they didn’t know the full extent of things.

She should tell them the full extent.

Ace met her eyes and, briefly, in a motion so small it was almost lost in the steady bounce of pounding footsteps, shook his head.

Her voice died in her throat.

They both knew that the more people the Overblot encountered, the more it would be distracted from chasing them. That the more people they warned, the harder it would be to push through crowds, to stick together, to get away and be sure that everyone else had escaped, too.

They stepped out onto the grounds without uttering a word of warning.

Mud squished beneath their feet as they ran. It had rained earlier that morning, but now the sky was sunny. Deceptively, it was a nice day out. It felt wrong.

It was hot. The sun beat down on them relentlessly.

They were out in the open.

Others rushed into the woods, hoping to find comfort and safety with the trees as cover, but they had forgotten the dangerous wildlife and poisonous and venomous plants that would prove to be just as fatal as the Overblot. No, they had to leave, that was the only chance they had of making it out of this alive.

It would just require them running across an open field in broad daylight. It wasn’t a short sprint, either.

In the back of their minds, they knew that their school was on an island, so they probably wouldn’t be able to get away in the long run even if they did, by some stroke of luck, make it off campus. But they didn’t care. They just wanted more time.

Time they didn’t seem to have.

“AaaaAaaaCe TrrrRaaaappolA!” the creature roared from somewhere within the castle. Blot spilled from a tower window, which was helpful for trying to figure out where it had gone, but unsettling in that it was heading up the Astronomy tower, a place with an open roof and a view of the entire campus grounds. It was getting the high ground, trying to spot them. Even when lost to the blot, nothing that was formed from Riddle Rosehearts could be entirely stupid.

They were going to be found.

Ace turned a few shades more pale.

“What do you guys think are the chances we all misheard that?” he tried.

“Nonexistent,” said Grim.

Ace gave another laugh. It was bitter, unsettling, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. It was at this very moment that she remembered that the Queen of Roses was said to be a tyrant, yes, but that her subjects were also said to be mad.

She grabbed his hand, pulling him to a stop, and he looked at her with wide, imploring eyes.

Their friends slowed as well, though they looked no happier.

“We can’t, we can’t stop,” Grim said. As a fire monster, he couldn’t cry, but it sounded like he was getting as close to it as was possible for him.

She ignored him. She knelt and grabbed two handfuls of mud, and then dumped them over Ace’s head.

He shrieked, indignant and disgusted as brown ran down the back of his neck, seeping under his collar. “Wh – what are you –?”

“Hair’s recognizable. Need to cover it.”

His eyes widened and he practically dove into the ground, rolling in the mud. Dirtying his hair and collar. If there was one thing she could respect about the boy, it was that he was surprisingly quick on the uptake, when he wanted to be.

Next, she shoved brown into Deuce’s hands.

“Do you even know what mud is –?” he started to ask.

“No, and I couldn’t care less.”

He grimaced, but started combing his fingers through his hair to dye it.

She briefly pressed her hands to the back of her own neck, allowing the excess, cool mud to bring her down before she could overheat.

That dealt with, she knelt beside Grim, who was shaking like a leaf despite the heat and exhaustion. Carefully, she ran her fingers through his fur. He complained about the mud, but ultimately leaned into her touch regardless.

She pressed a kiss to the top of her familiar’s head.

He leapt into her arms, and she shouldn’t have had enough strength to carry him, and yet she did. The monster looped his arms around her neck, hugging her close, and he half-sobbed into her shoulder.

“We’ll make it out of this,” she promised. “And we’ll tell everyone that you, the Great Lord Grim defeated the nasty Overblot, and you’ll be the greatest mage in the world at age, like, one and a half.”

Grim, for once, didn’t take the opportunity to spout off about his greatness.

He trembled in her arms.

She thought he was falling apart at the seams.

She thought she felt the same.

But she didn’t have time for any of that. She was the smart one, the one who had figured out what to do at the mines, and she would figure out what to do here, too. Her parents had named her Yuko – helpful child – and she was going to help her friends get out of this damned school. And then she was going to figure out how to make a portal back to her own world, and drag these three idiots along with her so they wouldn’t have to experience anything as dangerous as this ever again.

It was what they deserved.

(It was a pipe dream and she knew it.)

Only once they got what they deserved would she allow herself to finally break down.

For now, she had problems to solve.

Eventually, finally, the pair of mages she called her friends were entirely average-looking, unrecognizable.

Just in time, too, because the Overblot finally reached the top of the Astronomy tower. It stood upon the precipice, leaning over, spilling black down the sides.

Yuko covered Grim with her school uniform jacket, hiding his flaming ears and electric blue eyes from view.

The Overblot peered over the grounds. For a moment, its gaze landed on them.

It continued on.

It didn’t find what it was looking for.

It screamed, frustrated, and leapt directly from the tower. The ground, already unsteady and muddy beneath their feet, shook.

It paid their shouts of surprise (and horror as it sunk in just how large the thing was) no mind. Instead, it turned and ran into the forest, bowling over trees as it went.

For just a moment, none of them even dared to breathe.

They looked at each other, wondering if they had all imagined it. Whether the stress had broken their minds already.

Surely, they couldn’t actually be escaping.

Deuce grinned widely, too widely, it didn’t fit his face at all.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and jerked her to her feet, pulling her back into a run. Grim curled tighter in her arms, trying to make himself more aerodynamic since they were not risking stopping even if just for a few seconds so she could put him down. Ace followed after them, hot on their heels.

The gates came into view.

A breathless laugh escaped her. She almost couldn’t believe it.

She shouldn’t have.

They couldn’t even get within three meters of the gates.

A forcefield no one had ever noticed before – no one had ever been this desperate to leave before – glimmered purple as they bounced off of it, the four of them tumbling back into the grass.

It was deathly silent.

They were… stuck.

In here.

With the monster that was actively calling for one of their heads.

They rushed forward, fists pounding against the forcefield, desperate wails spilling from their throats, begging that somehow someone would pass by and hear and be able to help.

No one came.

Yuko sunk to her knees.

“We’re doomed,” she breathed.

“No. Nonono! Yuko, don’t say that! You have to have a plan!” Deuce almost begged. “You always have a plan.”

She stared at the wrought iron in front of her. At the trees they could see through the bars, at the safety that was so close and yet so far.

“I – I don’t know.”

#twisted wonderland #fanfic #twst #listen. idk if horror is popular in this fandom. if you want more you gotta tell me #also i totally didnt forget to post on tumblr hahahaha shut up #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #riddle rosehearts #heartslabyul #twst yuu #grim twst #name comes from that one fnaf song #its a vibe listen to it

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transmutationisms · 7 months

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i dont know how to ask this in a way that doesn’t seem like bait or in bad faith but i promise im just curious, im wondering how the bodily autonomy doesn’t allow you to harm other people argument would relate to other posts you’ve made how how “harm” isn’t politically neutral objective thing and is created by societal forces. like with what you said in posts about how conservatives think transitioning is SH. is there not a similar argument to be made there that “this isn’t a bodily autonomy issue because it will harm other people” could be swapped out so well for transitioning? maybe you deserve bodily autonomy to decide to transition, but you being visibly transgender in public is some sort of social contagion that will nebulously Harm my child if she sees you, so it cannot be allowed. (and obviously obligatory i think getting covid is inherently harmful while seeing a trans person is not ofc). if your answer here is “well covid is actually harmful and seeing a transgender person in public isn’t”, then im just curious why that logic wouldn’t apply to the SH posts you made, cutting is inherently harmful but transitioning isn’t being the end of the conversation. you seem to not agree with that and take the argument further in that case, so in curious why that doesn’t apply with your reasoning on vaccines

2 different types of claims are being made here though. when we're talking self harm, and the reactionary argument that transitions constitutes self harm and should be prevented on those grounds, that's a paternalistic argument that people ought to be prevented from hurting themselves, with "hurt" defined in the eye of the viewer. thus, they presume the epistemological authority to override your moral agency to cut yourself as much as your moral agency to do a hornone shot. my argument is that we don't need to waste time arguing with them that these things are ontologically different because, even if transitioning WERE self harm (which i don't agree it is but that involves getting into arguments about motives and desires and so forth), your right to self harm is not something i think should be denied you anyway. (i have seen a few ppl on that post be ljke "who's outlawing cutting yourself?" which is really missing the point: you can in fact be institutionalised if you admit to self harming!) this avoids the whole problem of arguing about whether someone's desires for their own body are 'harmful': my position is, as far as whether they should be allowed to do them, the question of 'harm' doesn't matter. a serious position defending bodily autonomy has to include the right for a person to do things that may very well be distasteful or even hurtful *to themselves*.

the 'social contagion' argument is fundamentally different because now the reactionary claim is not about protecting a person from their own desires, but about protecting a bystander from that person's existence. so, if my argument is that my right to bodily autonomy doesn't override my disabled comrades' right to be protected from needless exposure to infectious diseases, then what we should compare here is what 'right' is being protected in the reactionary claim that a trans person shouldn't exist in public. designations of what constitutes 'harm' are fundamentally different in this framing, because again, it's no longer a paternalistic argument about protecting me from myself, but a claim that trans existence in itself constitutes harm to other people. so, the reason i'm cofortable making a claim like "spreading covid is actually harmful and seeing a trans person isn't" is because, in this argument we're talking about harms that one person visits upon another, and a resulting constriction on the first person's freedom (eg to refuse vaccination), which is again fundamentally different to an argument about a person's actions harming their own well-being. in the latter case an argument to bodily autonomy simply states that, even if harm is genuinely occurring, that doesn't give a second party a right to intervene; that's very different to a case where the claim is that one person needs protection from another.

what reactionaries are claiming here is essentially that they should be protected from merely beholding the sight of people exercising bodily autonomy in a way that they (the reactionaries) personally dislike; i'm saying that this is not actually a bedrock guarantee of social living in the way that the trans person's right to their own autonomy is. in general we have an obligation not to harm one another and we can pretty easily defend the idea that spreading infectious diseases unnecessarily constitutes harm (defining health is ofc complicated, but disease carries a risk of death, suffering, long-term complications, &c). this is simply different to the idea that seeing a trans person in public might cause an innocent bystander to start desiring their own transition. you are generally not protected from seeing things that make you either uncomfortable or envious. none of this means bodily autonomy is 'absolute' in the sense of guaranteeing my right to do literally anything, ever (again, i also cannot, for example, shoot somebody) but curtailing it requires a real and defined harm being done to someone else (not to myself) as a direct result of my actions (not their reaction to my actions, an affective state that i cannot be held responsible for).

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whumperofworlds · 1 day

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I wanna see your muses and OCs have a nice day. Maybe they go to an amusement park!

BUT someone gets kidnapped and hung off the ferris wheel!! So scary! And the rides are still moving!! So as our bait gets higher, they're more in danger of slipping through the bindings! And that roller coaster track is kinda close by. Would be a shame if whumper / whumper's minion / innocent bystander / another whumpee forced by whumper to help in the whumping crashed into the tied up bait hanging from the ferris wheel!

But no one dies somehow. They're all gonna get healed up for another whumpy day. :D

I was smiling then I was smiling wider because YES, give them a break, then YEEEEEES GET THEM WHUMPED 😈

Sis, you are fucking COOKING with these ideas. First the Decedents of Chaos one, now this 👀 (<pretend those eyes are shaking LOL) And don't worry, no one died: they get rescued before the roller coaster crashed 😉 They'll be hurt and traumatized, but they're alive!

Hehehehe, thanks so much for the idea sis ❤️ Love ya!

#wow answers #whump #tied up #death trap #kidnapping

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scorchieart · 10 months

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Falling Ahead - Part 4

The following parts will each have these two running into some unfortunate bystanders. What fun. Also, Rosie makes a full recovery, don't worry.

Ages: Yves (10), Clavis (13) - ft. Sariel

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Yves paced up and down the courtyard enough times to commit the number and locations of cracked cobblestones lining the hedges to memory. He halted beside a brilliant purple rosebush, set the basket he carried on the ground, bent his knees, and whispered to the roses.

“I don’t think he’s coming, Mr. Sariel.”

“Nonsense. Your predicament is positively irresistible, Prince Yves.” The bush leaves parted enough for Sariel to poke his face out, revealing askew glasses and cuts dotting his cheeks and forehead. “Yes, I am positive he will take the bait.”

“It’s getting late, I was going to have dinner with Licht and Nokto,” Yves said, looking at the setting sun. “And I still have to study for my history test tomorrow. And I need to feed Rosie soon.”

“While I applaud your commitment to maintaining your schedule, I must remind you that this whole endeavor was your idea,” said Sariel, straightening his glasses.

Yves bristled. “No, you only heard me talking to Rosie in the kitchen. I didn’t actually mean it.”

“A prince’s words reflect his intentions, regardless of circumstance. Perhaps another day we can go over alternative methods for channeling your thoughts more discreetly, but for now we must push forth with the plan. I don’t want to have sat on a bed of thorns all afternoon for nothing.”

Yves wanted to point out that it was Sariel’s choice to sit in the rosebush, but the mischievous glint behind those glasses kept that thought at bay.

“You have a scary face, Mr. Sariel,” said Yves.

“Trust me when I say this is not my scariest,” Sariel said smugly. “Look. Someone is exiting the palace. Hurry back to position!” And he disappeared back into the brush.

Yves sighed, picked up the basket, and walked back to the center of the courtyard. A lone figure emerged from the grand doors, and in the brilliant light of late-afternoon, Yves caught sight of pale, purply hair bouncing down the steps.

Swallowing his nerves, Yves held out his arms, spun in place, and spoke as loudly as he could without shouting.

“Oh, what a shame! I have with me a bunch of bananas to celebrate my sparkly, shiny, slippery new shoes, but no one to share them with! What am I to do?”

Hurried footsteps against stone made Yves stop spinning. He was already growing dizzy, and he needed to keep sharp for the next phase of the plan. While his nerves quickly resettled, his vision seemed slow to catch up as he watched his brother frantically approach him wearing an uncharacteristically distressed expression.

“Yves!” Clavis called, a fuzzy small white bundle clutched against his chest. “Yves! Something’s wrong with Rosie!”

Yves dropped his basket and rushed to catch Clavis halfway, plucking the cat from his arms when they met. Rosie quivered slightly in his hold, and Yves’s throat clamped as she mewled woefully.

“Wha—what did you do to her?” he croaked.

“Nothing!” Clavis said, raising his arms defensively. “I was just passing through the kitchen and I found her lying on the ground moaning and groaning. I thought, maybe she has a tummy ache?”

“But I didn’t feed her yet.” Yves began to sob, gently swaying his arms. “I’ve been out here all day.”

Clavis wrapped his arms gently around Yves and patted his back. “It’s going to be alright. Let’s find Sariel, he’ll know what to do.”

Yves jolted out of Clavis’s hold and turned to the purple rosebush. “Sariel!” he called. “Sariel! Rosie isn’t feeling—Ahh!”

His leg caught on the discarded basket handle and he tripped, Rosie flying out of his arms as he fell. The moment Yves hit the ground, Sariel lept out from the bushes and caught the cat midair. In her flight, something small and gray dislodged from her mouth, landing in front of Yves with a squeak before standing up and scurrying away.

“Rat!” Sariel bellowed, chasing after the creature. “Prince Clavis! You vile, despicable, rotten little—”

“Watch your tongue, Sariel!” Clavis cried, crouching beside Yves and slapping his hand over his ears. “I will not have you sully my innocent little brother’s mind with your putrid vocabulary.”

But Yves was not paying attention to Sariel’s words or the rat. His eyes trailed Rosie as Sariel stomped across the courtyard, and he perked up when he saw Rosie curiously lift her head in the minister’s arms. Yves ripped Clavis’s hands off his head and listened as her typical meows sang in his ears once more.

“You can’t give Rosie rats, she’s still a kitten!” Yves shouted, standing to glare at Clavis.

“I didn’t give it to her!” Clavis raised his arms again. “Honest! I just found her like that!”

“Oh, right. Because you just so happened to be in the kitchen at the scene of the crime,” Yves rebutted.

Clavis flushed. “I may have… lost track of a few rats… but I was only retrieving them. I didn’t know the cat would get to it first. I swear she wasn’t my target, I was going after Sariel!”

“Aha!” Sariel cheered, the toe of his boot firmly pinning the rat’s tail. “So you admit to it. I thought I heard far too many scurrying paws recently. Good work, Prince Yves. The plan was a success.”

Yves ignored Sariel’s praise and his scarier face as he silently approached him, scooped up Rosie, and cradled her gently against his chest.

“Yves.” Clavis was behind him now, wearing a remorseful look that almost made Yves forgive him. And he might have forgiven him then. So many times he had forgiven slights the third prince set against him. But as Rosie’s stomach grumbled against his still-racing heart, Yves could think of nothing but overwhelming guilt for allowing himself to be caught in this age-old game of cat and mouse.

Holding Rosie firmly, Yves straightened his back, wound his leg, and kicked Clavis hard in the shin.

“Sh—!”

“Language, Prince Clavis,” Sariel drawled triumphantly. “A prince always maintains a calm demeanor no matter the situation he is dealt with.”

Yves scowled and kicked Sariel’s shin, too. Then he hooked the banana basket on his arm, turned on his heel, and stalked back to the palace, leaving the two reprobates doubled over their legs wincing in pain.

“I suppose,” Sariel remarked through gritted teeth, “we can postpone that history test.”

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #yves kloss #clavis lelouch #sariel noir #ikepri yves #ikepri clavis #ikepri sariel #scorchie writes #falling ahead series

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pinkeoni · 7 months

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do you think max was characterised for a bait-and-switch final girl. preferring max than maxine, being boyish, seeming to reject the boys at first, being the one to defeat billy over steve holding his nail bat (check the castration fear threat when she slams it down to the floor between billy’s legs) while all the boys are prone bystanders. but this then falls away as her story prioritises her romance with lucas and female solidarity, and why she isn't able to escape her victim role coming to head in s4 saving herself

I don't think I mentioned this in my Will post but Max is absolutely a Final Girl, from what you said anon with her boyishness as well as her function in the story. S4 is the most slasher-y season (they even bring up Freddy Krueger by name, just in case we missed the reference) and Max is the final victim and does manage to survive, even narrowly.

There are some aspects like you said that do set her apart from common ideas of final girls although final girl-ism isn't necessarily a strict set of guidelines and there are plenty of other characters that bend the rules but are still considered to be Final Girls— Sally from Texas Chainsaw was rescued by an outside source and Sidney Prescott had a romance and even lost her virginity in the movie (albeit to the killer himself, and Scream is a film that acknowledged and tried to both embrace and subvert slasher tropes)

I see the part of your ask that asks if these parts of Max that set her apart from other Final Girls is what causes her to not be able to save herself and honestly anon... I'm not sure. I know that the Duffs originally planned to kill her which is... a decision I'm glad they went back on. And really I don't think that this eliminates her Final Girl status as I see the Final Girl as being able to endure and survive and even if she needed outside help and just barely escaped alive, she's still kicking!

Honestly I don't know if Max's rescue by El at the end of the season is meant to be a bait-and-switch and more of a half-hearted attempt to try and string two plots together. Sure it makes sense for El to want to save Max, but El's plot wasn't really about Max, Max's plot wasn't really about El, so it doesn't feel like a culmination of anything. Max was able to help herself out a little by figuring out how to "hide in the light" but after that she was just mulling around until El showed up. If anything it serves El's hero plot more than it serves Max's plot. There's some connective tissue there, but it's loose.

I know that part of Max's plot was about allowing herself to open up and let other people help her, this is a little flimsy because El wasn't the one she was keeping out and they were really only separated by distance. Would Max have shut El out if El were still in Hawkins? Probably. But the way more satisfying moment already came from Dear Billy when the people she was trying to shut out in the first place, Lucas and Dustin, not only get through to her with the music but she also makes the decision to run to them. So now with Max being able to let others in to help her, she needs to decide if she wants to allow herself to keep living.

#wish i had a more solid answer for you anon #and at the same time anon i think that will is going to have a romance plot and he will still have a saving himself ending #and since max is alive we dont know what her ending is yet. she could still have a saving herself ending #although needing help from others doesnt denote any weakness in her. whatever her outcome just needs to be a logical culmination from her #arc #asks #anon #max mayfield #gender analysis

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wobblydev · 10 months

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I'm guessing - and feel free to not publish this until this all wraps up if I'm right, so as not to give the game away - but I'm guessing the whole point of the Mordleb series is a commentary on Tumblr's (and other places', but we're here, so) preferred brand of mob justice? And that you either plan to draw up innocent responses for every choice, or have them already prepped and ready to go?

-- CC

hi cc. i don't have the energy or time to finish the mordleb trials properly so i thought i would use your ask to reveal my little point.

i probably tipped my hand with all my pfarshleb nonsense. i am self-satisfied that you nibbled the bait and jumped to the conclusion you did. it makes me feel like i did my job right.

the tags and comments on the polls reveal that yes, people do not like voting arbitrary bystanders out of society, which was gratifying. however, the instinct to consider mordleb a desirable society to be in was the larger point.

in-groups and out-groups. castaways, popularity, shibboleths, exiles and cliques. little do the citizens of mordleb know, exile is not the terrifying sentence they've come to believe it is.

maybe getting arbitrarily voted off the island isn't so bad when the island is a paranoid and cliquish panopticon.

none of the suspects stole the unripe pears. we can't know who stole them, there is not enough evidence and mordleb's draconian laws are stupid.

apologies if this was quite a silly project.

#mordleb #exiles of mordleb

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I don't trust anyone who tells people to kill themselves so casually. Even if they have a valid reason for hating them, they still don't and never will have the right to encourage such a horrible thing. There's a difference between this and insulting someone who hurt you/venting about them

For me, it goes far beyond mistrust. You should never publically suicide bait people. What about the bystanders? Also, its a public pro-suicide stance. I wouldn't want to talk about my mental health with someone who suicide baits- and I'm sure that many of that person's friends wouldn't either.

Antis, why do you think you have the right to be judge jury and executioner? Do you consider that one day you might change your mind? That you might be hurting people close to you?

#proshipper #proship #anti anti #pro ship #pro fiction #pro shippers #pro ship safe #proshippers please interact

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thewrongmoon · 1 year

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Mike's conflict in season 5

So I've seen a handful of people who think that we will be let down by the lack of angst or turmoil Mike will go through next season. Like a lot say that it's Will that will be struggling rather than Mike. But I wanna go through why I don't think that makes sense.

Other characters struggles going into s5:

Lucas- had to watch Max die. Feels guilty that he let Max fester in her depression and didn't reach out sooner. Probably feels like he should have stopped her from using herself as bait for Vecna.

Dustin- saw Eddie die. Also probably feels like he could have stopped this from happening. Hates that everyone thinks he's a murderer when he really was trying to save his friends.

El- oh boy, there's a lot. Was bullied in California. Assualted a girl with a skate, which made her feel like a monster. Had her boyfriend not comfort her, which made her feel even worse. Had to relive traumatic memories of someone committing mass murder. Had her abuser forced back in her life again through this. Lost her best friend and feels responsible. Had her boyfriend blatantly lie about loving her. Wasn't able to stop Hawkins from being split in two.

Will- In love with his best friend. His best friend is dating his sister and (from his perspective) loves and cares about her more than him. Still feels connected to the mindflayer. Probably feels responsible for the destruction of Hawkins because his disappearance caused all of this.

Max- Literally in a coma, but we did see her trauma and struggles in the previous season (trauma from Billy's death, dealing with being poor, suicidal ideation.)

And Mike... has... nothing?

Or, at least, some people think Mike will just have no struggles I guess. But how does EVERY other character have some sort of struggle except him? I feel like it would be weird if we see everyone else having a mental breakdown and Mike is just chilling.

Mike's struggles:

Really the only struggle Mike has actually vocalized is his relationship status with El. In season 3 with Lucas, but especially in season 4 to Will.

It's questionable why exactly he decides to vocalize this. Maybe to get advice? Like that definitely seems to be the case with Lucas. He specifically asks Lucas what he should do.

With Will, he seems to be fishing for reassurance or validation. He's not asking Will "how do I tell her I love her?", he's asking "what if she doesn't need me?" Whether he wants Will to say El needs him or that Will needs him remains to be seen, but he's doesn't seem to be searching for a solution like he does with Lucas.

This is actually a big step for Mike. We never see Mike ask anyone for emotional support. His mom is the only exception to this, he does go to her for hugs, but Will is the only person he's opened up to using his words.

Mike has a hard time opening up. Because of this, we literally do not know his struggles, because we can't see into his brain.

Mike's potential unspoken troubles:

Let's go down the list:

-He was bullied prior to the start of the show and probably throughout seasons 1-4

-His best friend was kidnapped in s1

-He jumped off a cliff because of bullies in s1

-He watched El "die" in s1

-Mike seeing Bob die in s2

-He saw Will get possessed in s2, which led to:

-Him watching Will cry

-Him watching Will slowly turn into someone else

-Him watching Will in extreme pain

-Him watching Will kill several bystanders

-Him having to knock Will out via injection

then season 3 (we're not done yet)

-Mike fighting with Will for the first time and very clearing hurting him emotionally

-Mike watching El be injured by the mindflayer

-Mike watching Billy die (he was there too don't forget)

-Mike watching his best friend of 9 years and his girlfriend leave and move to the other side of the country

-Mike isolating himself and showing signs of depression (not cleaning, moodiness) in between seasons 3 and 4

-Mike never getting calls back from Will

-Mike getting lied to by El

-Mike watching El get horrifically bullied

-Mike getting in another fight with Will

-Mike seeing El hit someone with a roller skate

-Fighting with El (in which he gets compared to her bullies and has his own experience with bullying disregarded by El)

-Mike seeing El get taken to prison and not being able to do anything

-Mike getting caught in a shoot-out

-Mike watching another man die

-Mike burying a dead body in a desert

-Mike watching El almost die again and being powerless to do anything

-A man Mike looked up to being killed while he was away

-Mike getting back home and immediately seeing Will be vulnerable to Vecna (where like. a whole slew of his trauma comes from.)

AND that's not even mentioning the internalized homophobia, issues with his parents, conflict with the rest of the party or Nancy, etc.

Mike has a CRAZY AMOUNT of trauma to sort through. Arguably more than some other characters on the show. I think that Mike's leader-complex makes him feel like he can't even open up about more than half this shit I've just listed.

While Will did tell Mike what he needed to hear, I almost think what he said could lead to Mike trying to continue to bury this stuff cause he thinks he has to be the leader.

He's gonna snap eventually. If he doesn't, then Vecna will do something to make him have to. Vecna has a whole arsenal of memories to use against him.

Long story short, if everyone else has shit they're going through, Mike has gotta have something too. And there's plenty of things they can choose from here.

#byler #mike wheeler #stranger things #analysis

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Hey,

I'm sorry for the suicide bait messages. That's so gross. I read the original post that started it and it is important to be careful when asking for information/resources/ explantions/ etc... it causes more emotional labor from them and yeah, that's not fair.

I think there was a misscommunication between you two. It reads that you wanted to read more on what was going on and you were generally asking for sources from followers/mutuals if they had any not OP themselves. I think they thought 1. you were saying that you didn't believe them and wanted sources and 2. They specifically needed to provide them (which yeah, that's not fair to them and considering this probably happens a lot to them I can totally understand why they reacted that way).

Look up: Harland vs. Brackeen and Indian child welfare act. That will tell you more about it. Thank you for being curious and wanting to learn more.

thank you for explaining this to me as an objective bystander. I was DEFINITELY not trying to get them to give me sources, I was just asking anyone. I didnt want to force any more potentially triggering topics on the op. I didnt communicate that very well at all. I was worried that they might think I was accusing them of lying, which is why I specifically said I didnt doubt them. I was just hoping for extra sources. I understand though that op was likely defensive and tired and it's exhausting being a minority and constantly defending your existence. I didnt try to cause offence and I don't want anyone to go and attack them either.

I just spiralled though. it was silly.

and thank you for giving me a pointer. I appreciate it. it was genuinely all I was asking for, for my followers to hop into my inbox with help because reading is hard for me right now. I just wanted to learn so I could speak on these things in an educated way.

#anonymous

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been thinking a lot about anti jewish, anti muslim, anti islamic sentiment in the light of everything happening with the I/P conflict, and let me tell you, i'm 38 and nothing on the internet has taught me as much about bystander intervention as moderating a public discord server for a little over two years.

we have (apparently? according to our members?) a pretty unique method of dealing with trolls: when they come in, we bait them. you can identify them pretty fast, right? a lot of folks have obvious red flags in their user names or profile pics, or put quotes from the bible or from fascist leaders in their status. as soon as they're identified, the staff initiates what i can only term a period of gentle cajoling harassment. we start asking the trolls questions about the stuff in their profile. not accusations, always questions.

the intention here is to kick off the troll so that they reveal themselves ASAP, and begin posting reportable content - which 9/10 times we can get done in about 15 minutes. so then the troll starts spamming the N-word and the F-word and dropping horrific memes they've got saved up and talking about how all X should die and all that nonsense, and this is when the community rallies: they bully the bully. not with reportable content, but generally with:

insults about their social life

softcore queer gifspam

confused, innocent questions intended to garner more reportable content

generally, the troll gets so frustrated and annoyed, they leave. if they don't, we ban them after a minute or two of community-wide booing. then we report and delete all the offensive content.

the point here, though, is that we get the entire community involved. EVERYONE gets a taste of learning how to speak up, in a setting where they know that they're supported by the majority. everyone gets a lesson in standing up, even when it's not their demographic. and it's been really easy to get people on board with this for BIPOC racism and for LGBTQ+ phobic behavior, but you could feel the handholding that was necessary for defense of Jewish communities, Muslim communities, SWANA communities.

but it WORKS, yall. the hand-holding WORKS, and the catharsis is INSANE. the staff leads the charge (we have one staff member from each of these communities, btw, that helps a lot) and the community learns how to defend itself and each other. instead of ending these sessions feeling angry and unsafe and rankled, the mood is celebratory and proud.

not every setting in life is safe for you to confront a bully. not every setting lets you fight back. but when you can, and when you can bring people into it with you, and when you can educate, and when you can do it safely: do it. fight back. teach others how to fight back.

and you know, it's wild that how no matter what flavor the trolling content is, they all really hate softcore queer gifs. reeeeeally makes you think. ✨

#bystander intervention #community moderation #racism #homophobia #troll the trolls #diversify your staffs please

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Alright. Fine. I'll throw my hat into the ring because I'm bystanding seeing suicide bait again as usual. I don't want to talk to people right now because nothing has EVER been simple.

I know what happened. I'm willing to blow up any last bridge I had. And I know my name isn't on this blog. This used to be a secret blog.

You know what I did? I was a teenager a long time ago and I became obsessed with a musician who used fake bisexuality to sell records, pushed a white supremacist idiocy (complete with neonazi stage character!) in the 1970s, claimed he was an aryan prince, and worse. I had a gf at the time who convinced me rape jokes were hilarious and groped me during school. She claimed to have multiple personalities and that some wanted to harm me and some wanted to rape me. She might even still be on mweor. I don't know because fuck everyone who doesn't already know that I don't hate them. But there you go. I'm a bad person and should have killed myself, you're right.

You're never going to have a full purge. Because the community full on went "I can excuse pedophilia but I draw the line at art theft" about Quaint.

Jessi got attacked by antisemitic bastards on the general boards before going on some sort of breakdown, getting attacked on tumblr, and then deciding to become a rad/fem. Sometimes there is no right side in a situation, but a LOT of you fuckers were defending the antisemitic attacks on the general board, so stop fucking pretending you're all holy.

A certain someone went on a suicide bait rampage once and cited trauma for justification as to why they should be allowed to send such bait. Said person also tried to yank me into a witchhunt over a salt blog and I am so very sorry to say that I fell for it, and it has ruined a friendship I had had for a long time with someone who helped me past an incident with a creep on mweor who very well could have been grooming me (I realized this after the creep was banned), as I was a minor at the time.

It was never ever ever a matter of trying to have a good community. It never was. From the beginning it was "we don't like everyone new coming in, make it invite only again Kah please" BEFORE THERE WERE 10K USERS. It never was a welcoming community. So if you're going to honestly try sending anons suggesting people kill themselves you ask yourself where you stood when a pedophile said they wanted to go into high school counseling or when there were nazi sympathizers ACTUALLY POSTING PRO-EUGENICS ON THE FUCKING GENERAL TALK BOARD. Oh wait. I'm sure a lot of you were the ones going "oh it's just an opinion, we have freedom of speech". Because it only ever was a popularity contest on mweor. Fuck all of you. Stop suicide baiting, I swear to gods everywhere that you do NOT want me knowing who is doing that. Because damn straight you WILL regret it.

But if you want to try directing it at me, go ahead. It's not like I have much to live for, with all the manipulation and garbage and serious health issues that are probably going to kill me soon anyway because I can't improve my offline situation.

#mweor

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nangbaby · 1 year

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Something else that bothers me about people saying the abusive things aren't abuse is that it attempts to erode everything that makes me...me.

What a lot of people don't know about me is that when I was a young child, I was a pushover when it came to interacting with other people. I wasn't a pushover because I was raised to let other people walk all over me; if anything my family encouraged me not to take anyone's abuse and to stand up for myself. No, I was a pushover because I did not understand when I was being abused. If someone called me stupid or lauged at me, I thought that's what people did with their friends. If someone hit me, I'd cry out, but I wouldn't be able to describe what happened because all I comprehended was pain and I wouldn't be able to associate that pain with the person trying to harm me. If I did not have attentive caretakers, I now know I would be an easy target for bad actors because not only would I be easily baited into permanently harmful situations and worst of all I wouldn't have even fully understood what others did to me.

That is why over the years of my existence, I became aware of what abuse looked like. Since I didn't experience it at home it was only more harmful when I experienced it in the world because I had no idea what it looked like. The more I learned, though, the more I realized I had a duty to protect myself by fighting any notion that I wasn't deserving of respect. It wasn't enough to be a bystander when I was hit with invalidation. In order to protect myself, I had to actively intervene and declare my worth.

This is one reason why to this day, I am very firm on people not abusing me and thinking people should be held accountable for hurting me in any fashion. If I were to not stand up for myself and fight for my own right to exist, other people would continue to pummel me and I would be helpless. As seen online, no one supports me so I have to fight for myself. No one is coming to my rescue which means I must believe in myself all the more, especially when abusers have stolen my respect from me. Telling abusers, "You have not right to talk about me like that" is standing up for my own worth. If you have the right to lie about me and act on your hate and hurt me and I'm not supposed to do anything about it, then my sense of self isn't important and others have the right to harm and kill me against my will.

You don't. Defending my life means threats must be exposed and people with the power to harm others be held in check. No one should be "free" to negatively impact others through their existence or taking resources others don't have. Because that isn't freedom. Freedom means reciprocity and equality. People won't have to worry about determining what is abuse if no one has the power to harm others.

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i forgot grape wine and lavender lol

I want to talk to you as well!! I just have very bad social skills!! I got a walnut brain!!

I'll take that as a compliment, though im unsure of how I'm intimidating.

Thank you. thats also very sweet of you!! I like flowers :D

#the entire row lmao #i mean i suppose i could be intimidating if you count the monarch/jester thing that happened a few weeks ago #or a few days #i dont remember #but i only do that to people who i specifically bait to play my game #and i I don't bait bystanders.#I bait those with unreasonable hatred for minorities #key word is unreasonable #i do have morals yknow/lh #ask games #ask game

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lnkedmyheart · 2 years

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Friendly reminder that William isn't supposed to be some black and white morality character like he is presented in the anime. He actively plans out the murder of 12 people as a kid of which one is a child and surely not all of the servents in the house were nasty people. Moreover the man used as bait to lure in Enders was also an annoying but innocent drunkard in the manga which was the reason why Fred has doubts about their cause in the first place and these doubts are only cleared up in the baskerville arc.

The point is, all three of the Moriarty brothers are deeply mentally unwell characters who saw the loss of a few innocent lives as acceptable as long as they were able to save a larger group of people. William is just the least ruthless of the 3.

Keeping in mind the eat or be eaten lives of the victorian poor and the victorian orphans it's not shocking that the three of them developed that mindset. Nobody would have given a flying fuck had Louis or Liam died and honestly it would have been seen as good riddance and that's the exact same mindset those two function on but now the position is flipped. They see eat or be eaten as natural element of life, one they want to fix. There is a hypocrisy there which is pretty poetic if you think about it. Especially since it's pretty clear we aren't supposed to be glamorizing their actions or mindset. It's made clear over and over again that those three are deeply flawed characters who are basically extremists for a good cause and see no value in their own lives.

But here's the kicker, even the character who is supposed to be in opposition to Liam and the Moriarty brothers isn't a traditional good guy. He's a pragmatic son of a gun and we don't fully know if he killed Milverton for threatening his friends or to prove a point. And honestly I think it's more the latter than the former, the former just helped, a lot. Hell this good guy actually appears deeply smitten with a guy he knows is responsible for several murders just because a) ooh cool mystery and b) the targets are really bad people.

Even John Watson, this incredibly sweet guy who acts as Sherlock's conscience is a soldier, a war veteran. He's got blood on his hands too, blood of innocent people because every war has it's innocent bystander becoming collateral damage.

Honestly when people act like "realizing Liam's" cruelty is like some big horrifying shocker I'm left confused. Nobody in the series genuinely has clean hands, everybody has issues, everybody is willing to go to extremes, some more than others.

And here's something else, the patriot aspect. It's important and often ignored. People act like calling Moriarty a patriot means he's actively supporting the queen and the nation. Which is just so wrong. They aren't loyalists who wholeheartedly support the government or those in power, they aren't nationalists who support the nation itself. They are considered patriots. They literally defend their people, even against the government, patriots are focussed on the people of a nation, not the government or the nation itself.

#yuumori #sherliam #yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot

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