#and i am not gonna shy away from that element

[munson-blurbs]

Hey can I do one of the spirit Halloween requests. Sour Patch Kids/Butterfinger. And can it be with Eddie please. Can include smut if that's OK. Thank you 😊

Enemies-to-Lovers/Shy!Reader/Eddie Munson

(+ 3 other anon requests)

I couldn't figure out a way to make it smutty without it seeming forced, but there are definitely some raunchy elements. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Eddie is mean to Reader, allusion to masturbation (18+ only, minors DNI), Reader wears a skirt

WC: 1.2k

Divider credit to @saradika

“Absolutely not.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, a sneer cursing his lips. 

“Come on, man!” Mike grumbles, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “I told Nancy I’d help her out.”

Eddie scoffs, turning away from you and your best friend’s younger brother. “Yeah, well, I didn’t promise shit,” he retorts. “We don’t need anymore players, and we definitely don’t need her.”

Your lower lip quivers, and you bite it to stop from crying. “I, um, i-it’s okay, Mike,” you hurriedly reassure him. “I’ll tell Nancy you tried.” You turn around and leave the drama room, tears blurring your vision. 

“What the hell is your problem?” Mike yells loud enough that you can hear him halfway down the hallway, despite the pounding in your ears. “Nancy said she’s really into DnD. She could, I dunno, be our sub when Lucas has a game or something.”

“Am I speaking a different language? No. N-O. Not happening.”

Gareth cocks a bemused brow. “Are you still pissed off about—”

“SHUT UP!” Eddie’s bellow reverberates around the tiny room. “Look, are we gonna play or not?”

“I gotta go make sure she’s okay before Nancy kicks my ass,” Mike huffs, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “Thanks for nothing,” he spits at Eddie.

No one says anything for a moment; the Hellfire Club is eerily silent. Finally, Jeff speaks up. “That was pretty harsh, Ed.”

“That was harsh?!” Eddie guffaws and clenches his jaw. “Me telling her she can’t join Hellfire is harsh, but she can talk shit about me to her friends, and that’s totally fine? Cool, got it.” He shakes his head at the memory. Just a few weeks ago, he’d been walking to your locker to ask you out, only to overhear you telling Nancy that you wish he would disappear and leave you alone.

“Why do you even care so much?” Lucas asks, now thoroughly invested in the drama.

“Because he loves her,” Gareth pipes up, “and she thinks he’s an obnoxious prick, which is accurate.” He’s unfazed by Eddie’s glare, having been on the receiving end of his anger many a time. “Dude, you embarrassed the shit outta her in history! Why would she be nice to you?”

Dustin rolls his eyes. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Eddie insists at the same time Gareth says, “As soon as she walked into class, he jumped on his desk and shouted, ‘there’s the prettiest girl in Hawkins!’”

All of the guys let out a collective groan. “You can’t do that with a shy girl!” Lucas groans. If Eddie wasn’t six inches taller than him, he’d smack him upside the head. “Max would kick my ass if I did that to her.”

“She probably thought you were making fun of her,” Dustin points out, and Eddie’s face falls when everyone else nods in agreement. “Have you tried, like, talking to her and not at her?”

“No,” Eddie admits, scuffing the toe of his Reeboks on the tile floor. “Shit, I gotta fix this–I’ll be right back.”

You’re nearly at the double doors of Hawkins High’s entrance when you hear a familiar voice calling your name. You wipe the tears from your cheeks and muster up all of your courage, but your words still rush out too quickly. “I’m gonna tell Nancy that Hellfire wasn’t my scene. You’re in the clear, okay? Just…go away.”

But he doesn’t go away; he comes closer. The anger that previously flamed behind his eyes is extinguished, replaced by concern. “Can we talk?” he softly asks. “We can go in my van so it’s more private. Please.”

“Fine.” The desperation in his tone convinces you to give in. You follow him to the van, offering him the smallest smile when he opens the door and motions for you to go inside. Pushing aside a stray guitar pick, you take a seat on the carpeted floor. 

Eddie takes a deep breath, twisting his rings around his fingers nervously. “I, um, I’m sorry. For, y’know, the whole thing in history class.”

You suck your lip between your teeth before responding. “S’okay,” you mumble. You really want to tell him off so he knows how hurt you were by his teasing, but you can’t bring yourself to say the words.

“No, it’s not. I…I should’ve told you when it was just the two of us,” he counters, drawing a confused look from you. “What?”

“Told me what?”

“That I think you’re the prettiest girl in Hawkins.” He offers his own puzzled expression when you scramble to your knees and lean for the door handle. “Wait! Where’re you going?”

There’s a lump in your throat that you force yourself to swallow before you can speak. “This is obviously a big joke to you, Eddie. ‘Ha ha, let’s point out how ugly the nerdy girl is!’” 

“No. No.” Eddie’s voice is firm but kind. “It wasn’t a joke. I really think you’re the prettiest girl in Hawkins. And I like you. A lot,” he adds with a nervous laugh. “That whole, uh, performance was my way of flirting.”

You’re still unconvinced, cocking a brow in disbelief, so he continues. “How about this: since I embarrassed you, I’ll tell you an embarrassing secret. And if I’m lying about liking you, you can tell everybody.”

You relent for the second time today. “O-Okay. That’s fair.”

“All right.” Eddie rubs his palms on his jeans, slick with anxious perspiration. “So, remember that time that I got to class, all…sweaty and out of breath and stuff?”

You nod. “Mhm.” He’d told Mrs. Click that he’d been in gym class, but you knew he’d just come from lunch like you had. You’d figured he’d had a deal out in the woods and ran back to school. 

“Well, um,” he looks down at the carpet, “it was because I saw you in the cafeteria wearing this cute little skirt, and I had to…take care of myself. In the boys’ room.” He presses his palms to his eyes and says, mostly to himself, “No fuckin’ way did I just admit that.”

You’re shell-shocked. Like joining Hellfire, the skirt in question was another one of Nancy’s ideas to ease you out of your comfort zone. You had no idea he’d even noticed. “Y-You liked it?” you ask dumbly. 

“Ohhhh, yeah,” Eddie chuckles. “I gotta stop thinkin’ about it before…” His eyes drop to the zipper of his jeans, a small tent already visible against the seam, and he hurries to switch subjects. “D’you still wanna play DnD with us? I promise I’m usually less of a dick. And a perv.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “I have my doubts about that last part,” you tease, only half-joking, “but, yeah. I would love to play with you guys.”

“Awesome.” Eddie’s face lights up. “And maybe after, you and I can grab something to eat? Maybe catch a movie or somethin’?”

Before you can chicken out, you kiss his cheek. “It’s a date.”

The two of you walk back into the school, Eddie’s hand on the small of your back. “Oh, um, one more thing?”

“Mhm?”

“Can you change into that skirt?”

--

#trope or treat #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #smut #eddie munson angst

[lavend3r-mo0n]

The nature of Aziraphale & Crowley’s relationship (Good Omens)

So I know I have like 30 followers and probably no one gives a shit what I think, but the internet’s the internet and it’s free to post on Tumblr so who cares

I have gone back & forth a bunch on what I think of the “discourse” (if we can even call it that?) surrounding Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship in Good Omens, and I think I’ve settled on something.

I am still very much for the “why does this criticism only seem to come up when the pairing in question is of the same sex (or played by actors of the same sex)” argument against the whole “why can’t they just be friends” criticism that comes up in response to a lot of queer media, however, I can see why it doesn’t necessarily apply here. At least not in the same way.

In the book, and subsequently in season 1, their relationship is entirely up to interpretation. The information we are given at that point about their past can absolutely either be seen as platonic OR the grounds for something more. I don’t think it’s wrong to say you think it’s one way or another. With the way that their relationship works at this point in the story, they have a lovely friendship and if that’s the point where the progression of their relationship ends, that’s all well & good.

However

Moving on to season 2, we get a little more. There are people saying that the romantic element that has been added kind of ruined it, and I would like to respectfully disagree with that. First of all, the surviving author of the original novel is directly involved with the writing, so I have to say I find it kind of hard to say that anything has been ruined when it’s still directly from the mind of one of the people who wrote it. He is writing it with what the two of them had planned originally in mind. (I believe he said at some point that season 2 is a sort of stepping-stone between the original book and the sequel that he and Terry had in mind)

Second of all, the romance didn’t exactly come out of left-field. As I said earlier, you can interpret their relationship in season 1 however you like, but the notion that their relationship may actually be more than just a friendship is an interpretation that was clearly explored in the second season. Neil Gaiman is not one to shy away from queer storytelling, so if that is the direction he wants to take it, that’s where it’s gonna go. It’s 2023, LGBTQ+ representation in media is far less taboo than it used to be, and so he has virtually no reason to filter their relationship into something that he doesn’t actually want it to be as the writer.

If you want my personal opinion, I think that season 2 being “quiet, gentle, and romantic” is foreshadowing for their relationship’s progression season 3, so I can definitely see the romantic undertones that have more or less been there the whole time (of course depending on how you interpret it) being brought out into the limelight. (I know he said that season 3 will most definitely not be those 3 things, but that’s not to say that none of those elements will be showing up at all)

All in all I don’t think it’s wrong or “homophobic” to interpret their relationship however you see it, but in terms of my own theories, I think that if the fact that the (once again quiet, gentle, and romantic) season 2 is a “stepping-stone” between seasons 1 and 3 is true, their friendship is evolving into something more.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fandom #david tennant #michael sheen #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #good omens meta #good omens meta post #good omens theories #lgbtq media

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 20

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The steam wisps around you as you slam off the faucet and sigh. A night spent on the couch has done little for your hips. Why are you the one confined to the stiff cushions? It should be him.

You let the thought drift away, the agitation needling in the back of your skull. You slide open the cloudy glass door and exclaim as you're met by a figure holding out a fresh cotton towel. You swipe it away from Lloyd and cover yourself quickly before stepping out on the fluffy bath mat.

"I locked the door," you say flatly as he remains unmoved.

"I have a trick for getting past those," he replies flippantly, "good morning to you too, sunshine."

"Is it?" You wipe the fog from mirror and look at yourself; tired, bloated, old. Same as every day. 

"I'd say," he sidles closer, "lookin' good, peaches."

"Not gonna work," you dismiss him and turn to the door. 

As you open it, he reaches over your shoulder, shoving it back into the frame. You yank on the handle, unable to get an inch. You sigh and slap your hand on the wood.

"Lloyd, let me out," you sneer.

"Baby," his other hand tickles up the back of the towel, "you haven't even let me apologize properly. I'll get on my knees–"

"I mean it, let me out."

"Baby cakes," he grips the back of the towel, "I miss us. Can't we just put all this behind us?"

"Us?" You scoff and cling to the cotton, barely keeping him from pulling it free, "I will scream and you can explain why to sweet ma and pa."

"Come on," he pleads.

"You, come on," you snap, "let go."

He sighs and his fingertips flutter along your shoulder before recoiling, "the bed's emptier, you know. Three nights now–"

"I don't care," he pull on the door and he drops his arm.

He lets you go but you feel him watching you. You dip into the master to snatch up an outfit but don't stay. You'll change in a guest room and figure it out from there.

💎

Dottie is generous, if not careless, with the credit card; swiping, tapping, spending amounts you never could fathom months ago. Her taste is more decisive than your own so you let her take the lead, not picky between walnut or birch. The baby won't care either.

You go along, as you've come to do with the younger Hansen. The dull ache sits in the small of your back. You just want to be still but you can bear the pain if it gets you away from Lloyd.

"One last stop," Dottie adjusts her glasses as she squints through them at her handwritten list, "got all the boring stuff out of the way."

She loops her arm through yours and guides you along the street to a storefront with colourfully tinted windows. Before you can read the moniker, she's ushering you inside. Like mother, like son. You cringe as you enter the sex shop.

"Oh, Dot–"

"Don't be shy with me, hon," she insists, "A newlywed and pregnant at that. Your hormones must be burnin’ up."

"I think I grew out of that problem," you mutter. 

"You're never too old to have a bit of fun," she unhooks her arm from yours and pinches your butt, "besides, you and Marion are on rocky ground. He needs to suffer…" she goes to a shelf of suction toys, "but you shouldn't."

"Uh, I guess," you look around evasively, "but uh, I think I'm good–"

"Orgasms are good for stress and there ain't more stress in this world than a child. Why, when I was pregnant, Harlan couldn’t get enough of me. I was scared he was gonna knock me up twice," she declares, "but we women know, we always get the job done better ourselves."

She grabs a thick nine inch dildo and wiggles it. You shake your head and take it from her, putting it back on the shelf.

"That's a bit much."

"I always like a challenge," she winks, "alright, fine, don't wanna poke the baby in the eye, got it."

You barely keep from snorting. The more you get to know Dottie, the more you see the maternal bond. She's as crass as her son but in a very different tone.

You try to seem unbothered as you examine the package of a flesh-toned toy. You still have that basket from the wedding night and Lloyd always has something hidden up his sleeve, sometimes literally. And sex is really the last thing you’re worried about. It’s what got you into this whole mess.

“Ah, I know my son is a lot to handle,” she comes up beside you as she holds a vibrating finger sheath, “and I don’t mean sexually.” You try not to grimace at her joke as you read the back of a bottle of lube, “I’m not saying you needa let him off easy, in fact, that’s why I brought you here. He needs ta see that you don’t need him. Really shake him up.”

“Dottie, I don’t think… that’s the issue.”

“You’d be surprised the power a man’s bits has over the rest of him. I see it. He’s wild for you so you should drive him crazy,” she goads, “really show him what he’s missing out on. Make him suffer.” She clicks her tongue, “to think, he would put you and the baby in danger. Oh, what a– now, I don’t wanna be nasty, but I’m ashamed to say he’s my son, knowing that. And he didn’t even stay with ya in the hospital.”

“Dottie, really, I don't want you to feel bad for what he did. It’s not your fault.” You tap your lip and turn back to the shelves, “you know what, you’re the expert, I’ll let you choose.”

“Oh, that’s a dangerous thing you’re doin’,” she giggles, “but I’ll take it easy on ya. Both of ya.”

You chuckle as she gives a thoughtful gaze to the products. She picks out a few things, including some tingling mint balm, and continues her perusal of the shop. You follow her around awkwardly.

“So, dolly,” she says, “I never asked and ya don’t needa tell me if it’s private but… how come you got no parents?”

You’re quiet as you trail her, rubbing your chin as you think of how to say it, “sometimes you’re just better off without certain people, you know?”

“Ah, oh, I get what you mean,” she nods and picks up a cock ring. “Harlan’s old one’s getting a bit stretched out–”

“Dot–”

“What? I got stamina,” she giggles, “sorry, I didn’t mean to derail.” She adds the ring to her armful, “anyhow, I’m sad to hear it. It’s a wonder. You got a good head on your shoulders, you’d think someone like you would have the ground steady ‘neath her feet too.”

“Well, life isn’t always what we think it is,” you mull.

She’s quiet as she heads up to the counter and greets the associate behind it with a smile. As the man rings up her haul, you look anywhere but. Dottie turns to you and startles you as she puts her hands on your arms.

“Hon, you’re a strong thing but it’s okay to be sad,” she pulls you against her suddenly, wrapping you up as she rocks you, “and sometimes you just need a good hug to put the world back in perspective.”

You let her embrace you. At first, rigid and reluctant, then you soften, easing into her hold. Your eyes tinge and your nose twitches. You sniff and hug her back, turning your head down against her shoulder. The tension drains from you slowly. You fight back the burn in your eyelids and heave.

You part and she lets you, cradling your face as she gives your cheek a soft caress, “I think you need a milkshake. It’s your day, dearie, and you deserve all the best.”

You nod and clear your throat. The associate patiently waits and gives the total as he bags up the toys. Dottie pays with the black card and thanks him joyfully as she scoops up her prizes. She grabs your hand and pulls you towards the door.

“Thank you, Dottie,” you say as you step outside, “really, I… Lloyd is really lucky to have you.”

“Lloyd? Ah, sweetie, I’m your mama now,” she squeezes your hand, “I always did want a daughter, ya know? As much as Marion liked trying on my dresses, it just ain’t the same.”

“He– he what?” You scoff.

“Mmm, I probably shouldn’t have told ya that,” she laughs, “but he’s got some good calves.”

#unexpected #lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #series #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #the gray man

[dapg-otmebytheballs]

tell me what the video Basically, I’m Gay means to you?

It was way past midnight for me when the video dropped. The first thing I felt when I saw the title was, inexplicably, fear.

Or well, I can guess at where the fear came from. I've known what it's like being outed, I've felt that same kind of fear every time a family member brought up anything queer, that feeling of "oh god they know, do they know? what's going to happen now?" and I've never quite gotten over it. I knew it was a long time coming, but over the years it has become such an unspoken thing, the elephant in the living room, that my knee jerk reaction was to brace myself. I remember immediately getting up and getting into the washroom, locking the door, knowing that whatever it is gonna be I'm probably gonna want some privacy with it XD

And I did, I laughed and cried and remembered the best and the worst parts of being queer, but what I loved was, it didn't just feel like a confessional or an address or vlog. It was a proper essay, it was divided up so well and coherently, taking the biographical elements and basing thematic segments based on the issues that crop up at each stage in the journey. It is incredibly personal as such things often are... but it remains to me first and foremost beautifully academic.

Maybe that makes it boring or less impactful for some people. Personally, I was never one to watch personal accounts of oppression and call them "poignant". I've read and seen plenty, I offer all the strength to people who share them, I see the merits of it, but none of those accounts stick with me. What has stuck with me, over the years, what has genuinely moved me, is political and academic accounts of oppression. I feel more seen in them, I feel like they go to the crux of the issue, I feel empowered by them.

Yk why? Because if Dan had just talked about how he was bullied and his fears and insecurities, too many people could have easily looked away. Too many people can see those accountants say "well I'm not like that". When I read academic and politically charged accounts of oppression what stood out was the clarity. There's no obfuscation, there's no mystification, there's no 'oppressed' with vague faceless figures of bullies ('oppressors'), there's named methods of oppression, of validating those oppressive systems in the smallest ways that people are quick to ignore. Even now within queer circles we see so many people reinforcing oppressive systems, being casually misogynistic and racist and transmisogynistic and a number of things that they look away from because "I'm queer I can't be oppressing myself".

I understand personal accounts and I think they're great, but I do not like when these things are pinned on faceless bullies and a nebulous idea of "society". Who is "society"? No one knows. This is why it mattered so much to me that Basically I'm Gay wasn't just a story about overcoming struggles but also a systemic exploration of power systems and various facets of existing as a queer person in a queerphobic world. You can't look away from that. And the reason it sticks with me is precisely because of that, because the topic is given the political seriousness which it calls for.

Ik, we've watched Dan grow up before our eyes, ik this is deeply personal for so many people. But I much prefer when it's political honestly. I much prefer when it's academic. And I am much more moved emotionally by it because I find it a lot more empowering. I don't wanna talk about how oppressed we are without talking about how we are oppressed, by whom are we oppressed, how are these systems being kept in place. That's what BIG means to me, something that didn't shy away from making it political when it could have been left personal.

#asks #basically I'm gay #i rambled for a bit so I added the bold and italics to make it easier to read XD #dan howell #daniel howell

[crystalflygeo]

Long overdue final ebg post (lmao) bc I need to get this out of my system...

Tag for all the posts/storyline

Art by the amazing lovely precious cutie Aine @/ainescribe

First of all I want to thank @i23kazu immensely for allowing me to participate pls I was SO unsure at first haha and she absolutely killed it with the interactions, the lil side project, the prompts, the scores tally... it's just so much work, kudos to you Ying fr!! It was a super fun game.

Shoutout to my besties/mutuals

@silentmoths @ainescribe thank you for your lil asks I love seeing your characters aaaaaaaa 💕

@floraldresvi @moraxsthrone and all the anons I got, your sabotages here and in discord were brutal omg Vi you almost made my cry //pos bc I wanted to react/respond to Li's messages 🥺 EVERY SINGLE TIME ghgnhgnghgn and NOT KEL MAKING MY GIRL HAVE A WET DREAM/SPICY MEMORY TYVM 💕 the way I had to contain myself hELP I loved it svcgavscgvsjgacbkackl

@meimeimeirin you also sabotaged me a lot, meanie //pos I loved SO MUCH your asks/little stories aaaaaa thank you for engaging so much when I know you're super busy 🥺 it def made my day everytime, ty for bringing the girl home and solving my silly lil mystery hehe 💕

@kurikurikurisu GIIIIIRL it's so funny to me that we kinda started interacting more on the last ebg for Rin and then I was like "she's a cool person I wanna fren.... 👉🏻👈🏻 but I shy...." took my sweet time to invite you to the server and turns out THIS ebg got us closer (I think? ehe?//hit) we didn't interact much in tumblr with each other's plots but bOY were we emotional support in discord, we really were in this suffering together 🤝🏻 mhm //nods nods 🤣 thank you so much for being interested in my lil silly plot and my girl aaaaaa

As for the "plot" and other things... (this got so long I am so sorryy;;;)

Well at first I wanted to do kinda a normal ebg, no plot or anything bc I don't think I have the smarts to do an elaborate game/story lmao and I kinda wanted to have more established s/i lore?? And then I realized hey I can use the ebg to introduce my s/i!!!

See I'd been working SO hard on her names lately, researching and studying in-game adepti lore and stuff and I though why don't I make it a simple game where the goal is to guess her name (with me giving hints ofc) and at the very start I had the idea of her losing her memories so she could re-discover/remember things about herself alongside the "players" learning them. Whoever character I got as my bias would help her and get to know her too along the way, even npcs (or in the rare case of me getting Dottore/Pantalone, probs be the villain for her memory loss lmao)

And then I got Kazuha. And it was so SO perfect. I took inspiration from Spirited Away with the plot point of having your name/memories/identity stolen and for some reason I remembered the whole Ino-shika-cho koi-koi card combo from Summer Wars I just had this vivid mental image of a scene where Kazuha dropped the biggest hint by writing the Kanji for Butterfly (Chō) which doubles ofc as the Hanzi for Butterfly/Crystalfly (Dié) written the same pronounced (and romanized) differently :3c

I was very proud of myself//hit also

I did not end up making haiku bc they are complicated but I at least tried to loosely keep/emulate the 3 phrases, phonetic rhyme and sensory elements while referencing my lil plot lmao

✧˖Originally I was gonna blame it on a playful tanuki or smth but I don't think they're powerful enough youkai lmao it was probably a kitsune.... we may never know ✧˖She was technically never in any danger yeah but imagine being lost with no memories and no way to know if you could get them back even because every person she met kept telling her they didn't know ofc she'd break down, or at least me, I'm very crybaby and neurotic sometimes//HIT ✧˖Yes this entire thing was technically Zhongli's fault since he did write her a letter addressed 亲爱的晶蝶 ("My dear Crystalfly/Jingdie") and that IS her name woops on a random note I kinda imagine he also signs with something like 你的龙 "Your Dragon" and vice versa with Crys ("My dear Dragon/your Crystalfly") sgcvgajsvcjhacbajkca //squeals kicks feets

And all this started because I was stressing over the fact that "Crys" is not an appropriate name for a Liyue character lmao, I debated for so long giving her a chinese name, but I didn't want to further make her an OC I wanted her to represent me/my blog (also part of me was and still is immensely worried I somehow insult cn ppl by being as some sort of weeabo equivalent or that I am "appropriating culture" or idk I may be dumb but I try to do my research and I prommy it does not come from a place of malice or anything I genuinely love genshin and Li and it's got me interested in a culture/country I funnily enough have somehow interacted with and have friends in but never really paid that much attention to ig...) and then I just had the epiphany What if I just reverse engineer and name her Crystalfly in cn? Lore would be that either her name got accidentally translated in documents a long long time ago and ppl started calling ehr Crystalfly/Crys and she rolled with it or she simply adopted the translation/nickname as her name for international settings, keeping her true name more private (hidden in plain sight tbh) p sure the only ones who know are the elder adepti (Ganyu/Xiao included) and Neuvillette (once he told her his real/first name) (ironically Crys may be harder to pronounce i other languages lmaoooo rip Fontaine)

Anyway this got way too long lmao sorrryyyyyyyy thank you everyone kith kith love y'all bye!! 💕

#crys plays ebg #final post aaaaaa this was all so satisfyinga nd fun and such a roller coaster dshvhsjdbvhsbvks #crys lore #new tag aaayyyy//HIT #I will spam more in the future but not too much I prommy #I gotta go back to writing soon I'm itching hhhhhhh #ty everyone ilu all <3 #crys yaps

[good-beanswrites]

We’re so far from the end of Milgram and yet. I am thinking about finale fix-it fics. because I already know Yamanaka isn’t going to shy away from killing characters and I'm pre-sad about it. I’ve expressed some other nice options here and here, but have another! Jailbreak >:3

(Just random silly thoughts I’ve been rotating in my head, don't take it too seriously) 

This is assuming Milgram is in a physical location with mostly realistic elements. (It’s a well-funded facility, but no magic or anything besides whatever’s going on with jackalope and the no violence ban.)

Trial three is coming to an end. Es knows it will end in death, but they know it'd be going against their duty to declare everyone innocent.

A mistake is made on the outside, and a chance opportunity arises: a temporary exit appears in the prison in Es’ room. 

They notice it at night, and make the split second decision to tell the others. They race to the cells, gathering everyone one and telling them to get out immediately. 

Most of them go willingly, though a few (Yuno, Fuuta, Kotoko) are suspicious of Es’ urgency. They manage to convince them that it’s not some twisted lie – Es knows how this will end and wants to give them a chance. 

As everyone’s filing out, it becomes clear Es isn’t going to step through. They say they can’t go – even though they’re taking steps to save the others, their duty remains to Milgram. They’ll stay and face whatever consequences arise as warden. 

Mikoto is like “fuck that shit, you’re just as much as a prisoner as us and you’re coming,” to the others’ agreement. “If they’re gonna punish you for helping us than we should make it look like it was all on us,” and he slings Es over his shoulder. They all take off into the unknown facility. 

The real fun part of the fic would be when they inevitable make it past guards/scientists, climb into a military-grade vehicle, and take off with authorities in hot pursuit. (I’m still deciding who’d be funniest as driver, though I’m leaning towards Kazui doing it because he feels responsible as oldest) Cue some classic comedy-drama bickering as they screech around the complex under fire. Fuuta trying to backseat drive. Mahiru in delirious giggles that she’s helping with a jailbreak, can you believe it? Her! Shidou shielding Amane as the vehicle bumps around/takes damage. Muu pointing out they’ve been going in circles. It’s revealed the driver doesn’t have their license. Es complaining that they shouldn’t be here but knowing it’s too late to get out. There’s much screaming and celebrating and panicking and tires squealing. 

One epic car chase later, they emerge in the surrounding woods, alone. They start making plans. I’m not sure who has the most geographical knowledge, but someone is able to piece together generally where they are. Mikoto knows a good deal about getting away with a crime, and starts walking them through how they’ll need to ditch this vehicle and where to hide for the time being. Kotoko has some connections, she can find out if Milgram is associated with the government or if they should go to the authorities about them. Muu’s parents are rich and from France, she’ll have them get everyone out of the country until things are figured out. 

They plan on reaching out to their families to let them know they’re alright. After some awkward silence from Es, Fuuta starts listing all the ways you can find someone online. He gets a bit embarrassed talking about the techniques (seeing as that’s how he ended up a killer,) but Es seems grateful for the help finding out who they are and if they have any family looking for them. 

As they drive, someone points out that these plans aren’t perfect. Milgram may be better equipped or more widespread than they know. There’s a high chance they’ll still be caught and potentially killed to keep quiet about the whole experiment. 

Shidou starts saying that a doctor’s job is to extend life so people can live as long and happy as possible, even when they know it won’t last. He points out that even if this isn’t a permanent escape, the extension of their lives and their happiness is still something meaningful. After all, if they’d just stayed in the prison to be executed, they would never have gotten this one last chance to see the sun.

Then they all watch the sun rise and it’s beautiful !!!!! The end

#milgram #i think everything is leading up to character executions #and i think it will be stellar writing to do that and ill be really satisfied with the ending #however. see also: i will be sad #and i have been endlessly entertained by imagining these 11 disasters crammed in a car having no experience breaking out of a prison #but making it out and being okay!!!! #fanfic #maybe? its not an actual fic but you know #i wont write any fix its until it actually ends because i want canon details about the actual prison too badly lmao

[pastelavender88]

Sinbound- Chapter 8

Summary: Y/n spends the day with Evan and Jee-Yun; Eddie confides in someone about his drunken mistake and makes a rash decision.

Series Masterlist

Today, Chimney and Maddie were leaving Jee-Yun with Buck today and he asked me to tag along for a little help since I had experience. With the new baby on the way I thought a refresher with young kids would do me a little good. Buck was flying around the place looking for stuff and setting up everything while I stood to the side observing him. He looked like he was in his element and I couldn’t help but feel guilty for taking these kinds of moments away from him. Buck looked over at me and noticed my expression. “What’s the matter?” “Nothing, I think it’s just the hormones.” “But?” “But, I can’t stop thinking about how I took this away from you. I should have told you about Alex sooner.” “It’s definitely the hormones because we’ve been over this a million times. Life led us down this path and now we’re on it together. So relax.” I just smiled at Buck’s response and that’s when someone knocked on the door. “Sounds like they're here.” Buck rushed to answer the door. “Hey. Is that my favorite girl?” Buck scooped Jee-Yun. “Who's that? What's uncle's name?” Maddie asked. “Buck,” replied Jee-Yun. “Look who else it is, it’s aunt y/n/n.” “Hey honey.” I waved at Jee-Yun and she gave me a shy wave back. “She's had breakfast and been changed, so you should be good till lunch..” “Yes, we've got turkey sandwich squares or organic chicken nuggets. If she goes for the nuggets, no sharing. You are on your own.” Chimney joked. “You guys must be excited, huh? Finally going house hunting?” Buck asked. “I think so, I mean, our apartment has so many memories and firsts…” “We're ready for seconds, as in a second bedroom.” Chimney interrupted. “Oh, you're sick of having the world's most adorable roommate, huh?” Buck teased. “The world's most adorable roommate has been very active lately. The terrible twos are no joke.” “Well, try telling her that.” Maddie responded. “ Oh, we'd better get moving. We've got four drive-bys, three showings, two open houses and hopefully a pear tree to fit our partridge in.” Chimney pointed out. “Are you sure that you guys are okay with her all day?” Maddie questioned. “Are you kidding me? I get to spend the whole day with my niece. I'm living the dream.” Buck said with a chuckle. “And I get a refresher on all things having to do with toddlers. So yay.” I said, nervousness setting in. “Okay we’re leaving, have fun.” Maddie said as she walked out with Chimney in tow. “Alright, what are we doing first?” I asked. “I was thinking of some light coloring followed by baby shark singing and dancing.” I laughed at his terrible attempt at a joke. Buck went to go get the crayons and coloring pages. “Okay, here we go. What are you gonna use?” He said as he pointed to the row of crayons. Jee grabbed the red crayon.  “Oh.” “This is red.” Jee babbled. Buck and I laughed at the girl’s words. Jee threw the crayon across the table causing it to roll near the island. I was about to get up and grab the crayon when Buck stopped me. “I’ll get it.” I turned to watch Buck look for the crayon and was not paying attention to Jee-Yun. “I got it.” When we both turned around Jee was making her way up the stairs. “No, no, no. Stairs are not for babies. Okay?” Buck quickly picked her up and put her back on the chair. Buck went to the living room to grab pillows while Jee and I sat around the table. “You're gonna stay right there. Okay? Don't move. I am gonna make this nice and safe. Like a good, responsible uncle.” Shortly after that, that’s when the chaos started. Jee ran Buck and I rampant by rolling out all the toilet paper, coloring on the walls, climbing under tables, and so much more. It wasn’t until she finally agreed to take a nap, that Buck and I had a moment alone. “Was it this hard with Alex, because if so I apologize for not being there but I can’t say I would have loved it.” Buck jokes. I let out a small chuckle as to not wake up Jee. “Oh no Alex is what they call a trick baby.” “What’s that?” “A baby that’s so good you get tricked into having another.” Buck laughed. “No, I'm serious. She never cried, never was sick, always slept when I wanted her too. She was perfect. It was honestly scary, I thought I broke her.” “Oh don’t worry there’s still time for that.” “Oh trust me I know.” I replied. “Let’s just hope we don’t.” “Yeah.” Buck grabbed my hand and we locked eyes for a moment. Seconds later, there was a knock on the door. Maddie and Chim were back to pick up Jee. “So how’d it go guys?” they asked. “Uh, let's just say she's not the only one who needs a nap.” Buck said. “Yeah, I am tired. I’m gonna head home and work on a few baby show things. Are you guys still coming?” “Of course we wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Maddie replied. “Buck?” “Yeah. No, of course. Everyone’s going to be there so count me as everyone.” Buck awkwardly replied. “Uhh alright. Later guys.” I grabbed my bag and made my way home. “Honey, I’m home.” I said in my most cartoon voice. “Hello Lucy.” Eddie said in his best Ricky Ricardo impression. I let out a little laugh as Eddie kissed my forehead. “How was Buck’s?” “Let’s just say I’m happy we have over 2 years to prepare for that stage. Again.” “Yeah, me too.” He joked. “Need any help with the baby shower?” “Nope. I got pretty much everything handled but when the day comes I’m gonna need a big strong man to do the labor.” “Damn, do you know any?” I swatted at his chest. “I’m serious. Can’t you pay someone to do this for you?” “I can but why would I do that when I have the best boyfriend in the whole world to do it for me.” I looked over and saw a troubled look on Eddie’s face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. Just thinking.” “About?” “If I told you that I would have to kill you.” He replied. He tried to make it come out as a joke but I could tell there was something weighing on him. I decided not to push it. “So what do you think of this color for the backdrop because…”

Eddie’s POV

I tried to listen to y/n’s rambling but all I could think about was what she said. The best boyfriend in the world. I definitely wasn’t that. How could I be? I cheated on her with an ex while she was pregnant with my kid and lied about it. I’m still lying about it. It’s been eating at me and I needed someone to talk to. I decided Chimney was my safest bet. Bobby would tell Athena who would tell Y/n, Hen would tell Y/n right away, Carla would lecture my ear off and then tell Y/n, and Buck was just a straight up no. Maybe if I made him promise not to tell anyone it would be okay. When I got to work I pulled Chim aside. “Hey, can I talk to you about something?”

“Oh no. Am I in trouble dad?”

“This is kind of serious Howie. I need to tell you something but I need you to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Why can’t I tell anyone?”

“Because then Y/n will know and what I’m about to tell you I don’t want her to hear from anyone except me.”

“Oh okay then. Go ahead.” He said which surprised me.

“Okay, so one night Y/n and I got into a really bad fight so I went to the bar and got some drinks. Well I ran into Ana and next thing led to another I slept with her.”

Right as I finished my sentence Chimney started to yell. “What!” He covered his ears and quickly began to talk. “Why would you tell me that? Huh?! Out of everyone in the station!”

“Will you keep it down before someone hears you? And I told you because you’re the only one that won’t go running to tell Y/n.”

“How can you tell me something like that and expect me not to say anything?”

“Because you promised and because I need advice. You’re the one that said go ahead.”

“Because I thought you were about to tell me you were proposing to Y/n or something. I didn’t think you were going to tell me you’re an adulteress”.

“What? Why would I propose we’ve only been for a few months. I just need advice on what to do?”

“Well Eddie, do you love her?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I love her.”

“Then tell her the truth. You got a baby on the way Eddie. If she finds out any other way besides you it’s going to be bad.”

“How would I do it though? She already gave me a chance and I lied to her face. I can’t just walk up to her and say “hey remember how you told me to tell you if anything else happened? Yeah well I lied to your face about it.” I’m so screwed Chim.”

“I’m not sure how to do it since I’ve never cheated but maybe just sit her down and talk about it. I really don’t know Eddie.”

“Alright, but Chim you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone in the 118 or Y/n. Okay?”

“Of course.”

“I’m serious, Chim. I can’t risk anyone else telling her besides me.”

“I get it Eddie.”

After Chimney and I’s discussion and a long shift I had finally made it home and Y/n and the kids were in their rooms already. After showering, I slipped in the bed beside Y/n which made her stir awake. “Hey honey.” I whispered.

“Hey. How was work?”

“Work was…work..” She let out a tired laugh. “I had an idea.” She hummed a reply. “Tomorrow, I call Carla and me and you will hit the town, just the two of us.”

“More like the three of us.” She teased. Even while dead tired she somehow found a way to crack jokes. “That’d be nice Eddie. I would love to.” I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Good night my love.”

“Good night honey.” I replied.

Y/n’s POV

The next day Eddie stuck to his word and invited Carla over so he and I could have a date night. I found the best dress I could that would fit my ever-growing stomach and Eddie and I left. He refused to tell me where we were going but it was obviously a fancy restaurant given that Eddie was dressed his best. He had a nice suit, watch, and the only cologne that didn’t mess with my nausea. When we arrived I realized it was that very nice (very expensive) restaurant that I was raving about to Eddie. “If I didn’t know any better I would think you were trying to knock me up all over again.” Eddie laughed at that, “Actually I'm just trying to take you out on a nice night. But, if whatever you want to do to me because of it I’m happy to accept.” He teased me. We walked inside and were seated at our table. Eddie and I talked throughout the night and after ordering and eating our meal, Eddie reached for my hand. I happily gave it to him and he began to talk. “I actually do have a bit of an ulterior motive for bringing you here. I know we haven't been together long, less than a year really but I can say I haven't felt this way about anyone since Shannon. After losing her, I felt like this part of my life was over, that I would never be happy with someone else, but then you walked into my life. From the moment I met you I knew you were someone special. Being with you has been a rollercoaster to put it lightly but if it means spending a lifetime with you I’d do it any day, any time, any where. I’m my best when I’m around you and the thought of not being with you kills me to even think about. What I’m trying to say is,” Eddie got up from the table walked in front of me. He got down on one knee and pulled out a ring box. “Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” By now I was a weeping mess, I don’t know if it was Eddie’s words, the pregnancy hormones, or both, but I was sobbing like a baby. “Yes. I will be your wife.” I replied. Eddie put the engagement ring on my finger and I pulled him in for a kiss. People who were watching the scene play out clapped and congratulated us on our engagement. I couldn’t wait to go home and tell Carla and the kids.

#eddie díaz #eddie diaz x reader #Eddie Diaz #eddie and christopher #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #past evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 fox #911 on fox #911

[elizatronicwarfare]

listen it's like day three of Witch From Mercury brain poisioning and i am still not over it so I'm gonna go over why I think this gundam series specifically is a big deal.

1. THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM

obviously the most prominent feature of this series is the female protagonist, and the precisely-delivered normalisation of queerness in this gundam timeline. lots of people have already said lots of words about it, so we'll yadda yadda here.

2. WAR NEVER CHANGES

Gundam, as has been pointed out again and again, is a very politically-charged anime franchise. The original was a critique of imperialist japan dressed up as a critique of nazi germany, and pulled no punches when it depicted war as a horrific and brutal practice. Subsequent seasons have been just as unflinching and not shyed away from showing human conflict as cruel, wasteful, and pointless. Yes, the robots ARE cool, but not when they are used as tools of brutal oppression and ethnic cleansing by a totalitarian state.

This is important to do, but it has gone on for so long that a sort of outrage fatigue has been engendered in Gundam viewers. The constant parade of warcrimes, state-sanctioned atrocities, and brutal murders of beloved characters have achieved meme status among fans, and people aren't taking the biting political commentary as seriously. People need a break, and it's my understanding that Build Divers was an attempt to provide that with harmless Angelic Layer-style fun (more on Build Divers later).

While Witch From Mercury's prologue has shown us that this series will not be shying away from the traditional depictions of war as an atrocity, it looks to be focusing on a more low-stakes school life plot that borrows elements and pacing from shoujo anime - especially with so many female cast members. There is definitely an over-arching anticapitalist aesop looming in the background, but the moment-to-moment action is mostly low stakes highschool drama about the new girl and her attempts to fit in (and why the Cool Robots are part of it). This is a refreshing change of pace for Gundam.

3. THE THREE MAGIC NUMBERS ON THE BACK OF YOUR PARENTS' CREDIT CARD

Back to Build Divers. The reason why Witch From Mercury is notable as a palate-cleanser over Build Divers (which as far as I know contains 100% less attempted shuttle bombings) is that it is not selling gunpla as aggressively.

Yes, I know. Gundam exists to sell the toys, and the robots look Like That because it's easier to make little plastic figurines for them. Merchandising is baked into this franchise at the deepest levels, regardless of how important the anti-war political commentary is, and there is no getting away from it. However! That does not stop Build Divers being a shamlessly naked cash grab that attempts to drum up demand for mass re-releases of older kits. Build Divers is literally about buying and playing with gunpla in a way that makes it clear to customers (including kids) that this is a pastime they should pick up in real life.

It's something other anime franchises like Beyblades and B-Daman have also done, yes, but in these other cases there was not already a large and established industry to provide complimentary marketing and worm their fingers into peoples' brains until their wallets opened. Build Divers was on the nose, and was uncomfortably close to being a 30-minute commercial for gunpla. Witch From Mercury's primary focus is back on the plot, the characters, and the storytelling, which makes it much more digestible if you are not ten years old.

TL;DR:

WFM gay, novel palate cleanser, less cringe than BD.

viewing is mandatory.

#gundam #witch from mercury

[inswisswetrust]

Raindrops

Okay, I just did this. I don't know what's going to happen with it, but I'm posting it here first. Follow me and give me feedback so I know if I should post it to AO3 or not. I'm really feeling the wine and sleeping pills right now (kids don't try this at home).

Working Title: Raindrops

Rating: Mature for now (no under 18 dammit!)

Synopsis: Rain falls for the mermaid that lives in the lake in the abbey. Rain falls for the lady in the lake (heh heh)

Warnings: This is my first Rain-centric fic. I have no idea where it's gonna go but I was watching Sirens and suddenly Rainy was in my head screaming "I WANT ONE!!" So here I am, at 2am, fuckin' drunk and trying something weird. Rainy, Imma give you the drivers seat shortly, just let me get a little sleep first, yeah?

Couple paragraphs below the cut..

It was well known throughout the abbey that a mermaid resided in the lake beyond the abbey grounds. The lake itself was so monstrously large, that you couldn’t even see the far bank from the abbey’s edge and with the twists and turns it made, the ghouls section was quite secluded. A small island sat off to the middle, barely large enough for a few copse of trees and the birds that flittered here and there, some building nests while others just used it as a stop off to their next location. Beyond that, the only sign of life on the island was the bugs, the creepy crawlies that made it home.

No humans ever dared explore the island, having grown up on the tales of the vicious sirens who would lure them to their death if they went out into the middle of the lake, despite sirens being inhabitants of the oceans and not lakes. Still, the surrounding towns held a healthy respect for the lake and aside from mild boating and fishing, left it alone. Our ghouls, however, knew of the single inhabitant of the lake who got a bad rap due to her cousin’s reputations, and thus chose to dwell in the shadows, interacting with few. 

Mist had been able to draw the mermaid out of her hiding places a few times, Mist’s water elemental nature intriguing the creature and they’d formed a wary friendship. The other ghouls kept their distance, knowing how shy the mermaid Indra was around non-sea creatures. When Dewdrop was summoned and Mist took a more mentorship role, Indra also disappeared again for a while. Dew, being a water ghoul, spent plenty of time at the lake, but try as he might, he just couldn’t draw the mermaid to him.

In the end, it was Rain who intrigued Indra the most. Once Mist was gone, Indra spent long times away from the lake near the abbey, choosing instead to follow the inlets out to the open sea. Occasionally she’d venture back to check on the ghouls until one day she knew none of them who’d gathered on the shore. There was one, though, that dove into the water with carefree abandon, slithering down to the bottom as though he owned the lake. The day she’d returned to find that ghoul taking over her lake was the day she stopped sneaking off to the open oceans. 

To be continued?

#ghost band #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

[arainmorn-art]

A path of self-destruction

So I’ve seen that 14th March is Write Your Story day. Sounds neat, though I have no ideas for fiction to write about right now. But I have a personal story. I wanted to write about it for quite some time, because for some weird reason I feel more comfortable writing about some psychological stuff in English. It seems easier - and safer. Here might be no people that know me personally. And with a small audience it also feels... like I am in a small circle of silent respectful strangers, telling my story without a chilling fear of being interrupted or shunned. Or being avoided. 

People don’t like sad body horror stories. 

It’s an act of self-preservation for sure, our mind tries to protect us from horrible things, as it tries to be a protective parent guarding its kid. I understand it. It’s not like I tell the whole story to everyone, firstly it would take a long time, secondly - I don’t like making people upset. If people around me, who like me, are getting upset only by mentioning a miniscule part of stuff, why should I force them to listen the rest?

But sometimes... I need to tell it. 

Heh. And how should I begin?

“There once was a girl with a loving family. She had both parents, a mother and a father. But strangely the girl was growing up strongly relating to fatherless kids her age. She was growing up waiting for her father’s death”

An intriguing kind of start, I hope. 

The thing is it’s quite hard for me to tell you about only this part of my forming years, because right after high school there were also several traumatic circumstances I lived with, and stories about my dad and the coup, and the civil war, and severe trust issues, and loosing a feel of basic safety, and a crushing feeling of being a hated outsider in my own country are heavily intertwined. But... I doubt my writing abilities to tell you everything in one post. Maybe next time. I’ll mention those situations briefly, just keep in mind that... well, it was all happening at the same time.

So.

“She was a shy girl, whimsy and timid, a kind that usually becomes some sort of an artist. Five years might be not the best age to learn about death, but this realization came to her quite early. We all gonna die, she realizied, and nothing will stop it. She cried and ran to the kitchen to her mom, looking for comfort, but mom couldn’t say anything to console her. “It happens in many years!”, she tried to tell her crying daughter. She wasn’t expecting this conversation so soon”

I don’t know how others get this awarness of their own mortality. I simply haven’t asked, actually. I got mine after watching Conan the Barbarian and The Fifth Element movies. Oh, and add Princess Mononoke to this soup. And many 80s and 90s scince fiction and action movies, that were by far not kid-friendly! Yeah... my mom admits she and my dad were stupid to show me these movies before elementary school, but now I can tell young gen-Ziers that in my time we were much tougher kids!.. Well, come on, don’t give away all the credits to Don Bluth, a Grand Child Traumatizer, an old Total Recall was a blast! :D 

My mom also thinks that there were too many familiar people who died through my forming years, both relatives and friends. I don’t know, maybe she is right. My grandpa was buried at the day of my 14th birthday, a year before two family friends died, a year after there were grand-grandma and three family friends, and many more...

14 years old. Yeah. I remember, it was a first time when I thought: “My dad will probably die because of a stroke. His face gets so red when he is screaming in anger”. 2008 year, hello, House M.D., teaching me new words.    

“A girl was told by her dad that she had a happy childhood, a roof above her head, a food on her table and some money. Often told. Constantly told. It was true, but was there a need to repeat it? He needed to. He also told her he can clearly see she doesn’t value anything he gave her. That she doesn’t respect him. He demanded love. He believed there were all the ingredients for happiness. He was telling it but he rarely talked to her. They lived in one appartment yet she felt they were a little closer than strangers”

My dad was a complicated man to say the least. He was a large man with a strong physique, a wide chest yet narrow shoulders. His features were rounded: a round face, a big nose, plump lips, bushy eyebrows, even his black beard was making him feel rounder. My whole childhood I was told I was a female copy of him. He was a man leaving a grand impression about him, a succesful man, loved by his friends, relatives and wife... and strangely enough he was also an absent father.

 For some reason I still can vividly remember his dark yellow teeth, black on the edges, and a brown tongue behind them. He drank a very strong black tea, 2 to 4 teabags at the same time in a large cup. The stains after such tea was impossible to wash away. Oh, and I just have to mention the amount of smoking he had. Pack after pack. Some fathers quit smoking when they get kids. My father was smoking even when I, being an infant, was sleeping near him in my mom’s embrace. I never smoked myself. Never ever. 

The smell of cigarettes was everywhere. It was on the furniture, on my clothing, on my hair. The smell was so strong sometimes my teachers in school were asking if somebody recently smoked, although I was a whole day away from home. The smoke turned wallpapers in my dad’s room yellow; a lamp, a table, a computer and bookshelves had a very distinct greasy feel about them because of resin and dust. Maybe only whiskey and vodka bottles were cleaner. They were changing often.

My mom was worried about him. She called it “a path of self-destruction”.

And he still had a leg in those years.

It was 2011, I was still 16, soon turning 17, when I heard about the second type diabetes. I didn’t understand how it workes, but the most shocking news were: “They are going to amputate your father’s big toe”. Oh man, it’s so silly now how scared I was. 

It’s just a toe. 

What’s weird to me to remember that from this and several years later I was fixated on the topic of amputation. It was a repeating theme in my sketches... though it weren’t legs. It were hands. A crying mermaid with amputated hands. A cheerful alien with stumps instead of her arms, with clunky prosthesises made of thin metal tubes. A monster bleeding out with a chopped arm. Zombies falling apart. Decaying robots. A blood. A torn skin. Scars. Bare bones. And crying. Lots of crying characters. It was my weird way of coping. 

So the doctors kept slicing his foot until there were no toes on it.

I thought he was powerful. I thought he could hurt me, though not physically. He never beated me, no. Though I was so stressed I believed my scared mom, that he could kicked us out of the house. 

Bones in my dad’s foot were destructing, because he was refusing to change his lifestyle, even at cost of his own health.

I was 19. It still is a gentle age for a girl. I needed a feeling of safety... and yes, I had it at home. While also being afraid of my dad’s rage, if he knew about my sexuality.

Even if he was already in a wheelchair without a leg. 

And then the coup in 2014 happened. I lived several districts away from it. For me it was one of the most traumatising events. It was brutal. I was afraid I could be killed just while walking with my dog. The world I’ve lived before was burning alive in front of my eyes. People were drunk of inpunishability. A feeling of safety was lost for many years. 

The only thing in her terrified words might be true that he could turn our lives into emotional torture. Oh, he was very good at making you feel like a trash. Like the lowest of the low. Like a pathetic piece of a garbage.

 My father was afraid of death and uncertainty. Numbing himself with alcohol he was able to push through those fears and take care of me and my mom. The truth is... he was a weak man, too. Instead of trying to discipline himself so diabetes would stop devouring his body, the bloodvessels in his brain, his eyes, his legs, his kidneys, my father just... stayed on the path of self-destruction.

No cries would convince him to change so he could stay longer with his loving family.

No foul wound would stop him.

I was 21. I remember that night, when he returned from the hospital. He seriously was at the death’s door. Before his return I’ve cried for several hours feeling guilt that I was angry at him, being horrified that I might loose him. When he returned, I thought about all the inspirational movies I’ve watched, you know, that kind: “After near death experience our protagonist will find a will power to change his life!”. I loved such kind of movies. 

I wanted them to be truth.

I’ve heard my mom starting to weep when she walked out of my dad’s room, yellow of nicotine. I walked into his room and saw him... smoking and pouring a glass. He wanted to relax. As if nothing has happened. As if me and my mom hadn’t cried our eyes out for him.

It was the first time I’ve screamed at him in rage. I was afraid of my dad for those last years, I was always meek and passive around him because he would easily suppres me. But I was enraged at that moment. How dare he smoke after everything. How dare he drink after what doctors told us: “You can start mourning”, because his kidneys were clearly failing. And he was surprised, of course. He started laughing at me. “Look at you! You can be like that?”. I remember his dark yellow teeth glistening in the light of a table lamp. He was laughing in self-defense.

“Hey, look at her!” - he called my mom, rolling his wheelchair to the bathroom door. He kept laughing, almost hysterically, as we both could clearly hear my mom hopelessly crying in the shower.

I felt so much disdain, and anger, and sadness, but most of all - the horror of understanding. Dad was still laughing. My outburst had no other way to leave my chest but to shout at the top of my lungs right in my father’s face: “I wish you would die already!”

He stopped laughing.

I ran to the kitchen and burst into tears sitting on the floor, as that new realization weakened my knees.

There was no hope.

It was not an inspirational movie. It was not a fairytale. It was not a story about taking control over your life and trying to save it. 

It was a story about unstoppable relentless self-destruction. No matter how many bones would crumble, how much flesh would be cut away, how further blind he would become.

It was despair. Soul-crushing despair. In the chaotic world after the coup, during the civil war, where it still felt safer beside my half-blind father with no leg on the wheelchair, than far from him... there were no hope that he would live long enough to even see me graduating from university.

About two more times he was also near death. Diabetes killed his kidneys.

“There once was a boy in a body of a big grown man. Both of his parents died of cancer. His lighthearted yet timid father faded away, turned into a skeleton covered with skin. His narcissistic mother, who looked like a giant jellyfish on her deathbed, died right after her son scolded her for tormenting a nurse. The boy was so lonely and sad no one around him could bring him comfort. Even the sight of sauce that his mother cooked him in the past could brought him into tears. It reminded him how harsh he was with her right before she died. He didn’t say goodbye. Or that he loved her”

I haven’t told my father a proper goodbye either.

I was abroad trying to date a girl that was clearly not a good match for me. I was looking for comfort and haven’t find any. My mother hasn’t told me anything before I returned home. She thought I was happy and didn’t wanted to ruin that trip for me. For several days she was forcing a smile for me during videocalls.

It was cerebral edema. He died at night, delirious and screaming, shouting us to run away, so the infamous nazi gang from my country wouldn’t catch us. She told me when I’ve returned home and at first I haven’t any words to say or any tears to cry.

The 6th January of 2017 was the date of his death.

He kept slowly dying over the next couple of years.

People were confused how I could be so stoic at the funeral. I don’t know myself. I just felt hollow. My mom though was falling apart, overventilating as she tried not to cry while seeing her husband in the coffin. She asked my cousin to slap her across the face so she would no lose consciousness - and yeap, it was me who slaped her, as my cousin was too shocked by such request. I felt that me being calm and stable helped my mom more than anything. I supported her. I gave her comfort. The world was crushing for her without him.

While I was thinking... that, strangely enough, my world continued to exist.

I’ve cried for my father’s death several times, but the death itself wasn’t happening. And when it finally happened, there were not many tears left. Though I still feel the ache in my heart for him. He was so lonely. He had such a big responsibility on his shoulders, he continued to work even in the hospital bed so he could provide us. He tried to protect us from the evil of the world around us even at his last moments.

I respect it tremendously, dad.

I’ve looked into my old drawings I have on my PC. My gosh. So many crying people. I haven’t realized before, how many tears were shed without actual tears, but through my artwork.

It’s such a pity we couldn’t became closer.

Eh.

It’s been six years.

I suppose I can say I’m no longer a person I used to be. I hope so. I was such a coward. 

It’s 3 am on my clock, I’ve been writing for five hours in one sit, gosh darn it. Perhaps I really needed it.    

And I feel better.

Despite everything happened between us, I still love you.

#my writing #writeblr #writing #family drama #diabetes #amputation #death #father's death #sad memories #writers on tumblr #pencil #pencil sketch #drawing #pencil drawing #my post #my art #arainmorn's art

[mymhameme]

AMKSMDJSNJD WHAT A SURPRISE TO WAKE UP TO!!!! Oh my goodness, they are the most precious beans!!!! Op I am shaking and wailing and lovingly cradling your art this needs to be framed in a museum!!! 💖 they've been through so much angst but that brief moment they get to be kids and just have fun trying to dance and they're so awkward and silly PLS 🥺 Tenko's little giggle because I guess the music and atmosphere got to him and he couldn't help but do a little tappy tap and Keigo's all :0 heck the whole art has an element of surprise like they aren't expecting their reactions and are shy and awkward about it, the spinning around dance is so very much "testing the waters for the first time + super curious about actually being able to dance" the one on the bottom sob their smiles are so precious, protect themmm (or don't because the comfort after the hurt is delicious) that's the first time since the incident Tenko's been able to laugh so purely and openly, the way Keigo is hiding his face with a plushie, this is new for you too huh?

the trope of "It's you and me against the world and we'll always be together" as you hold onto your friend's hand, never letting go and race into the light of the morning sun, THE DESPERATE MID-AIR FLY CATCH HUG, aw yeah Keigo being as fast as he is makes for prime "I need to get to Tenko right away" angst, and "I haven't seen you in so long, are you really real?" also wings!!! you draw them so huge and fluffy, imagine the protective hugs. And the orphanage escape! Lmao, whenever I read a plot like that I think to myself "I should've written this fic four years ago before Hori gave that entire plot line to Dabi, people are gonna think I copied-" 😔 whatever it's fun!! access to much plot relevant locations and info and secrets!! Lol and also rip at Kai just dragging Oboro like that. Is he half-sentient Nomu already or a corpse mid-revival? We shall see. More desperate flying, love Keigo holding Tenko and something about most of Tenko's face hidden by his hair so all you can see is that one intense eye looking dead ahead is creating SOME kind of energy I wanna make a joke about but I've got no words 😭 Maybe it's his Transcendent Princely Villain Energy poking through, maybe it's the youngest sibling energy, if Prince Tenko wants to be carried he will, also the way he's clutching onto Keigo, the TRUST even with his quirk, he will get them out safely and swiftly. Maybe it's the lingering trauma from AFO encounters, gosh whatever, between this and that and all your art, I am asking for hand in marriage for your spectacular ability to display emotions and expressions with such intricacies!!! Op lock your doors, I am kidnapping the blorbos from your drawing table because they're just too darn cute 🥰

I've been reading this over and over today and smiling like a goon while trying to figure out how to respond because MAN this was so nice of you!

I'm so happy that you noticed all the small details and nuances I try to convey with my drawings (especially the dance one it's like you were there when I made it lol) Expressions are some of my favorite things to draw so I'm happy the intended readings came across so well! I had so much fun with Tomura's face in the rescue scene as well, he's so intense!

Them relying on each other because they are literally ALL they have and they would do ANYTHING for that person is just a trope I like way too much lol ngl. The unquestioning trust that can both build somebody up while knocking them down at any moment is just--

Thanks again for reaching out! There was so many kind words and I don't know how to articulate the emotions it gave me QAQ

#asks #“who got you SMILIN' like that bro” #dichotomy

[fizzingwizard]

I am using being sick as my excuse for this rant

My pet peeve, as someone who's lived abroad for about ten years total, with my fellow expats...

Some people decide to live abroad, by their own personal choice, because they're interested in getting to know another place and way of living. They aren't forced - they aren't desperate for a job or running from war or gang violence. They (myself included) are privileged people who enjoy travel and adventure.

But for those same reasons, some of these people are so entitled! It drives me up the wall. You chose to come to another country, and now all you can do is complain about it. Why don't you go home?

Of course it's okay to talk about things that are difficult or confusing and warn other expats about "foreigner services" which are actually really unhelpful and whatnot. That's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the English teacher who makes fun of their own students for being shy ("Kids in my country are way more assertive and confident!") or for having different boundaries. "In my country it's not like that! These kids are oversensitive!" You're not in your country, genius. You would think that pertinent reminder is all they'd need to realize they're being a jerk - nope! "But I have to understand it!" they say. You have to understand it... to what end? To validate it?? To validate a different culture's way of doing things??? Hon, if that's how you feel, you are not ready to leave your home country. You don't get to decide if something's legitimate based on whether or not you can easily and organically understand it. These are societal norms baked deep into the culture - did you really think you were gonna show up and blow everyone away with your exciting foreignness and they'd all change their ways to be the same as your clearly superior ones???

I know these people don't mean it like that and would balk at such a description, but... what can I say... the shoe fits.

It especially bugs me when it involves kids. Because we've all been kids, so we should all know how confusing it is to be one and how little responsible children are for the cultural norms they absorb. But it makes no more sense when it involves adults either because again... it's their country and their culture.

But there's always some expat who is so baffled that "anyone could think this food tastes good!" or that "anyone actually thinks masks are useful!" Like I get that the food doesn't match your tastes. I get that the information about masks in your home country is very different from here. You're entitled to feel that way... but you're not entitled to make a mockery of the country you CHOSE to go live in for being used to different things.

That is the bottom line. You chose to be here!! No one is twisting your arm. Why would anyone decide to go work and live abroad without any intention of being open to different perspectives? When you travel you experience new horizons, both literal and figurative. You don't have to write over your own background. You simply have to have the basic capacity to appreciate human diversity.

You don't have to understand. You just don't! When I first moved to Japan, I often said "I never felt more like an American." That was because, at that time, the cultural differences were more stark - things surprised me almost every day. Occasionally there were things that didn't sit right with me. But I knew two things. One, I knew that my at the time very short experience of a couple years in Japan was nowhere near enough time to understand an element of culture, especially to the point of being able to criticize it. And two, I knew that regardless of how I may feel, it's not my culture - I'm the guest - I'm the one who needs to make allowances. In return, the vast majority of people I met also made allowances for my own many cultural faux pas - because they're nice and not idiots and knew they can't expect a foreigner to know the ins and outs of their culture like a native.

Fast forward to now. It's been almost ten years. I no longer feel surprised every day. Things I thought I'd never get used to are part of the daily routine. Things I thought I'd always miss about the US... I don't really miss anymore! The gaps that were made when I moved have been filled with the things I found here. If I ever move back, or to somewhere else, the same thing will no doubt happen again. That's what time does - time, and openness to change.

And many of the things that "didn't sit right with me" in the beginning... I've come to see why they work here. Or why they're valued. Or, at the very least, that even if the Japanese way of doing things may leave something to be desired... the American way I was accustomed to isn't actually any better x'D

I'm not perfect, but I can say I didn't come here with pretensions. I never assumed that because I'm an American, I know the right way of doing things and the people I meet should "learn" from me. I came here fully expecting that I would be the one learning from what I found here.

So these certain chatty expats (only certain people! - many expats are wonderful) just baffle me. It's like, travel is expensive... there have got to be cheaper ways of deluding yourself that you've got everything figured out and everyone else has it backwards haha.

I'm sure I sound rather harsh. It's just feeling a bit fed up from being sick and reading too much nonsense xP But even though most of those people don't have any bad intentions, it's just so weird to me, some of the things they complain about. "Students in Japan aren't like students in the US and I think there's something wrong with them!" No, my dude, they're kids. There's nothing wrong with them. What's wrong with you, the guy who got on the plane to leave the US in the first place?

#random

[windmilltothestars]

15 Questions Meme!

Not really tagged by @magnetocerebro but it’s been a while and I’m in the mood, so why not?

1. Are you named after anyone?

Sort of?  I apparently had an ancestor named Malinda Minerva Spanigal!  Is that not the coolest name ever??  My parents also found ‘Malina’ in a name book or something and decided they liked the sound and meaning of it and it could also honor the ancestor but just knock of the ‘d’!

2. What was the last time you cried?

It’s actually not too recently, oddly enough!  I’ve been a little on edge for hormonal reasons the past few days, and the good ol’ dissatisfaction with my current place in the world, but I’ll cite the funniest example.  I watched an episode of Hercules: The Legendary Journeys where the people tried to put Herc on trial for inspiring people to endanger themselves by trying to be ‘heroes’ and how ‘heroes’ had no place in a civilized society.  But in the end he gave a passionate speech about what it means to be a hero and if that’s wrong in the modern world, he’ll gladly go to prison for it, and then all his friends stood up and did the “I am Spartacus” thing to stand by him, and I’m not gonna lie, I got a little choked up.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope!  This is unusual among my high school classmates, but normal among my college friends.  I do have two cats that I unload my motherly feelings on, though, along with some of my friends’ kids, to whom I am an honorary auntie.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I’ve come around to being mostly irony-free and earnest!  However, I feel being around my brother brings out my sarcastic side.  And sometimes I will try to use sarcasm for good, ie. sarcastically complaining about my friends’ qualities that are clearly false and the opposite of their best qualities, to demonstrate how absurd their own self-criticism is to me.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I mean, obviously just seeing them I’ll notice what they look like, but I feel I am also very attuned to the kind of energy people project, and shy away from certain kinds of energy and gravitate toward others.  I don’t mean anything weird and spiritual by this, I just mean the vibes and emotions I pick up from the way people talk, carry themselves, respond to others, etc.

6. What’s your eye color?

It’s a dull greyish shade of green or blue that looks greener or bluer or brighter depending on what I’m wearing.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I mean, for sure happy endings!  There’s certain brands of ‘horror’ that aren’t too rough for me and have elements I do enjoy, but often that milder horror will have a happy ending, too!

8. Any special talents?

Well, if I’m honest, I have no false modesty about my singing voice.  In fact, I have been known (to my shame) to get a little vain or show-offy about it.  But so many people tell me it’s nice, and I take great joy in singing, and I like the sound of it, too, and I have a special pride when I am able to lead people in song because my voice is on-pitch and strong and confident.

9. Where were you born?

Billings, Montana!

10. What are you hobbies?

At the moment?  I’m trying to get back into drawing and writing fanfics.  But I have not achieved massive success so far!  I’ve had more success reading through my third biography of Lafayette, and writing weird meta-essays comparing fandom stuff . . . When I’m with like-minded friends, we always sing folk-songs or hymns together, and that’s always a wonderful time!  Occasionally I enjoy playing my guitar alone or cross-stitching as well . . .  To simplify, my hobbies are everything and nothing!!

11. Do you have any pets?

Cats!  My two girls I adopted in Korea, Kartoshka (Toshka for short) and Dulcinea (Dulcie for short) have now joined their venerable old uncle Phoenix, whom I got in high school and who stayed with my parents while I was in Korea.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to play softball in middle school, and I took a summer course in Mixed Martial Arts once.  When I was a little girl, I took ballet.  But I’m not super-athletic by nature, so I haven’t played in quite a while.

13. How tall are you?

5′3′‘-5′4′‘ I think.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, Choir, Art (specifically loved my sculpture class; my teacher was amazing!) and Acting in high school.  Really loved my Philosophy class and Classical Mythology class when I got to college, but my FAVORITE class of my college career was Screenwriting!

15. Dream job?

Well, as you can see by my favorite subjects and favorite hobbies, my interests are very wide across the spectrum of the arts!  Do I wanna be a musical theatre actress?  A folk/filk singer?  A stage or film director, or actress?  A screenwriter?  An author of fiction or an author of comparative literature criticism?  A comic book writer/illustrator?  A sculptor?  An English teacher or college lecturer who just gets to monologue about my favorite books and themes as a living?  A youtuber who does the same?  All of the above and more? 

But also, my career experience so far has been in International ESL Education, and I do love working with kids!  I specifically loved working closer with individual kids in a tutoring capacity, while also experiencing new cultures!  So I was looking into au pair/governess stuff . . .

Following in the footsteps of my esteemed forebear, I won’t tag anyone specifically, but welcome anyone who sees this (especially if we know each other!) to participate, if they feel so inclined! :)

#about me #this was nice and meditative

[whentherewerebicycles]

@red-will thank you!! I’ve been obsessed with Mediterranean tile patterns + Moroccan design/architecture the past couple weeks so I think I’ve been heading in that direction a bit… I love how the Moroccan architecture specifically seems to blend so many different styles—Islamic, French, Spanish, Mediterranean/Italian… it’s SO cool to look at and I feel like that intensely colorful, saturated, eclectic style is so interesting. I’ve been thinking a lot too about how that American “boho” style that seems to be popular right now is sort of vaguely drawing on similar elements, but then they just drain ALL the color out of it (I keep seeing these rooms that are like, entirely in slightly different shades of beige/taupe/sand). AND they tend to shy away from the wonderful and wonderfully clashing patterns that feel like a key element of that style. just very interesting!! @bottleupandexplode said something a week or two ago about how Americans are afraid of color and want everything to look so aggressively neutral, and I can’t stop thinking about it now! like American design Pinterest is just awash in these catalogue homes that are so neutral they just feel like they have no personality. like you can’t tell anything at all about the people who live there. that’s definitely my mom’s style and I think she actually has an amazing eye for it (her house is so beautiful) but it’s just not me at all. trying.. to figure out.. how to make my place feel like me… anyway this is great advice and I am gonna go curate my Pinterest boards accordingly lol

[artfulprankster]

💚✨ Hello! This is an Indie, Semi-Selective and Crossover friendly Harold Hutchins from the amazingly silly book series Captain Underpants by the absolutely amazing Dav Pilkey! I do not own The series Captain Underpants nor Harold Hutchins. 💚✨

This blog is a sideblog, all likes, follows and interactions will come from @/Scribsmcgee. This blog is also mobile bound, but I will cut my posts and write multiple paragraphs and will do my best to fulfill any standards for your rules regarding length of posts.

I am a Semi-Selective blog, which means I might be a little picky on who I rp with. This also goes into unfollowing. If I unfollow you, I just can’t see our muses working out anymore or our writing working out. This isn’t a personal thing either! I’m sure you are a wonderful individual and I wish you the best in life.

This also means I have the right to unfollow you or follow you if I wish. Do not pull me into drama because of this because this is a hobby. I write to have fun and I don’t ever write to cause any harm. If I unfollow you, I’d appreciate it being reciprocated.

This blog will contain some Canon Divergent aspects such as headcanons on Piqua, Harold, Billy and a few world building headcanons. It will not affect a majority of main canon for the series and this blog is based on the Show version of Harold, Aka The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants Harold with book canon sprinkled in. It is recommended you watch the first season of the show to get a good feel of the series and character but it is not mandatory.

Harold has some knowledge of the fourth wall and will mention it in threads or asks if felt like it fits. He cannot use the fourth wall to his advantage and it’s mainly there for comedic intent.

Crossovers are 100% welcome! I encourage the wackiest and craziest crossovers!!! More wacky the better!! Please send them Harold’s way, I would absolutely love to push this dolphin loving rascal their way and watch the chaos happen! He’s always ready to prank and meeting new people means new prank ideas!! I might need a little guidance on muses I am not familiar with though, so please forgive me for being a little confused!

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And with that, let’s get on with the show!

This blog is 18+, the show and books are for children yes, but the books and show can at times get dark and I will not shy away from horror elements and blood and violence in this blog. I will also be delving into topics of abandonment, divorce, bullying, misunderstanding of ADHD(Mun is diagnosed) by adult characters, mind control, injuries and blood, horror themes and other story and plot relevant things that can be considered scary. I will not delve into gore or extreme violence however, just blood and small Injuries.

You have been warned.

Again, please don’t follow me if you are a minor (under 18) or cannot handle the topics spoken of above.

I will tag any and all reference of blood, violence, Vomit and anything gross (Cmon this is Captain underpants) with the tag media.warning and then the trigger. If there is anything specific you want tagged please let me know via inbox or DMS.

Examples:

media.warning.blood.

media.warning.vomit.

This blog will not hesitate to delve into the more traumatic side of being a sidekick and being in constant danger a lot of the week. Harold has seen some shit and has canonically almost died multiple times guys. Hes gonna be a little fucked up actually.

This being said, this blog will NEVER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES write any form of problematic content. NONE. If you even try to bring it into my blog I will block you, even if we are long time mutuals or short time mutuals. No questions and no hesitation. This blog will also not write any fetish content. Seriously, don’t bring that shit on my blog or in my asks I mean it.

This blog will not write NSFW or shipping. 1. I am ace and I find the topic and things relating to it uncomfortable. 2. HAROLD IS A BABY, A CHILD. He is my son and I will not tolerate weird asks or prompts or anything of him, George, Billy or any of the kid characters. Don’t even try it.

Only Billy is an exception to the shipping case as he is canonically Harold’s future husband.

Please, respect this boundary. Do not force shipping or NSFW on me I will block you for that.

Also saying this, I do not ship George and Harold. Do not force George and Harold shipping questions onto me. I also don’t ship Harold and Melvin or George and Melvin, again do not force those ships on me I will block you.

Please do not Godmod my muse! I will allow setting up Harold’s place and marker in starters for threads of ours but that’s it. Likewise I will not godmod your muse and if I need to place them somewhere for a reply or starter I will always ask for permission before doing so. You always have the option to tell me no, your boundaries are important to me.

I’ll also say this here aswell. DO NOT GUILT TRIP ME OR MANIPULATE ME INTO REPLYING or FOLLOWING YOU BACK. I will not have that on my blog, I am here to write Harold and that’s it. Do not pull that shit with me I will block you so fast.

For callout and cancel culture I’m a bit of a middleman. I don’t particularly like it due to its problematic history itself but I fully believe warning people about problematic and dangerous people in the RPC is a good thing! But there are often times alot of claims are bullshit and just make things messy for no reason other than petty disputes. I will 100% believe any accusations on anyone I interact with if there is proof of their shitty behavior or disgusting acts. I try to see things as innocent until 100% proven guilty and if anyone I interact with have such a history with disgusting things PLEASE LET ME KNOW WITH PROOF I AM VERY STUPID!

If you wish to warn me about a dangerous individual please don’t send me an anon all ‘hey so and so is bad’ and not give me any proof or what exactly makes them bad because I’ve had that happen before and it just makes you look silly friend. Again, Please provide proof for me.

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Personals are allowed to follow and leave inbox messages if they don’t have rp blogs. However, They cannot like or reblog rp threads/ starter calls or inbox calls. This makes it very confusing for both me and the other Mun so please respect that boundary.

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And that’s it! If you’ve made it this far, thank you! I really appreciate you reading through and making it here! This is not mandatory but it shows you’ve read my rules and I appreciate a ‘So George and Harold make comic books…!’ In my inbox!

The Mun:

Age: 22

Name: Scribs

Pronouns: he/him

Gender: Male, Trans-Man.

Faceclaim: Welter from Traffic Jam by NilFruits

Hello there! I’m the Mun! Scribs! It’s nice to meet you all! Thank you for showing interest in my little blog and my son Harold! I grew up with The book series and ever since then I can’t seem to shake these two gremlins out of my head LOL. This series means a lot to me and Harold has been a comfort character of mine ever since I was 5-7 years old. He was one of the main inspirations for me to become an artist and seeing how the series has developed over the years makes me incredibly happy.

I look forward to interacting with you! Have a good day!

[noircartoons]

I saw your post on Brazilian folklore and I wanted to know more! However, I am very sensitive to body horror/creatures intentionally made to look like misshapen humans T-T . Just can’t do it without getting very uncomfortable. I wanted to ask if you know any of them that look like that so I can avoid that when I’m researching? It’s fun to read about other cultures and I want to enjoy the history as much as possible!

Christ i just opened my ask box and i noticed i forgot to answer this, you probably don't even come here anymore and will see this ask aahh. i'm so so so sorry! I was gonna do a list with all the ones that have body horror and the ones that don't and do a resume of each, but i lost motivation when i ended up losing the list after making it so elaborated and have been writing for so long.

Body horror is very very common in brazillian folklore, and even the ones that aren't heavy body horror have some small element that's just not right (Curupira-not a folkloric myth, but reconized as one past colonization, i'm giving him as an example because most brazillians will refer to him as a folkloric myth so if you were to research it it's undeniable you'll see him-having his feet backwards for example), and there are a lot of creatures that are shapeshifters or somewhere between human and animal. I won't do a list with all of them right now, 1 because of adhd, 2 because i'm not sure if you are still reading this. But if you are interested in knowing more about the culture and history but don't want to search it because of the body horror, send me a text and i'll resume them and try to water down the body horror aspect.

I think it's overall very very difficult to find brazillian folkloric legends that don't have body horror, or some level of violence. A lot of folkloric legends were used as a way to scare people into not doing something(almost of those are the ones with the portuguese roots), are about nature protectors that wouldn't hesitate in harming people if needed(almost all of those are the ones with indigenous roots, post colonization), or are legends that have hope in miracles but won't shy away from the violence the characters face before the miracle comes(almost all of those have african roots, post colonization). I think if you want to avoid heavy violence, read the afro-brazillian legends with caution as they have elements from slavery and might include torture or animals dying. If you want to avoid ocasional murder and creatures that are shapeshifters and might have features that can be off putting, read the indigenous-brazillian legends with caution. If you want to avoid creatures that just kill a lot of people for the sake of killing and have no humanity in their behaviour, read the european-brazillian legens with caution.

Of course, that isn't for all legends. There are some that are just fun! and the ones that are violent, unless they are white legends, do not focus on the violence but rather on the intention and actions. They have a story to be told in them.

Of course it can be a bit hard at first to reconize the roots from each, i just manage to do so because i had an hyperfixation on it and the more legends i read the more i started noticing elements in common. It becomes even harder to tell the roots when a lot of the indigenous legends have become washed out and whitened, such as our modern versions of Iara and Boto, both having indigenous elements but the story telling being very clearly white(why does Iara kill? why does Iara attract the fishermen? she once was more, she once was Mãe d'agua, she was once a protector, but soon after she was appropriated into a siren who just kills for the sake of killing.), or some that try hard to pass as indigenous and are enough to fool a lot of people but if you see the pattern you can tell they have been white washed as well, such as Vitória-Regia(how come she's just "an indigenous girl from a tribe" and nothing more? does the moon simply revives her for the sake of making the story feel more magical? i believe it's a story that maybe could have once been indigenous, but it does not tell me anything about the beliefs and culture being presented, it is said with a lot of distance like it's an outsider's perspective. a story from a "long, long time ago about an ancient civilization". sketchy, ain't it?). Afro-brazillian legends have also been whitened through time, but in a different way than indigenous ones. They're slightly more subtle.

But anyways, sorry 'bout the infodump, if you wanna know more, send me another ask! hopefully in public so you can be tagged when i post it. I can try to look for more books, and try to rewrite that list i was doing, complete with the roots of each legend.

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