#and it's okay if you're suffering and unable to see the positive

[faithfromanewperspective]

it's such a radical kind of positivity to be like 'maybe things will be okay in the end' in the face of biodiversity collapse and colonialism. but it's also exactly what we need. for some of us to go 'what if things turn out okay' and then do the work to get there because we loved that vision so much we made it happen

#climate solutions #climate justice #climate action #biodiversity #colonialism #decolonise #and yes i know we're living through terrible things rn #and it's okay if you're suffering and unable to see the positive #but. i don't usually believe in manifesting but i'm manifesting right now. i'm sick of my prayers being in desperation #what if the best possible outcome happens? and sometimes that means surrounding myself with a much less negative skew #and so. psa i guess. i'm really working on that #and doing so in a way that isn't too rushed so hopefully the hypomania and desperation doesn't kick in #so please if you've read to here ask me how it's going! i won't be checking my dash but i will be checking notifs and messages #personal mental health tag #anti-worrying i guess

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Our perfect Addition | Platonic Yandere Mei Mei and Ui Ui

When you were recruited into Jujutsu Tech, you could not settle in. Given an ultimatum about joining or your family suffering from unknown consequences. It doesn’t give you an all too positive relationship with the school. Often having to be reminded of your life and family’s lives on the line. You're eventually placed in the first year's class under the supposed strongest Gojo Satoru. Not that it mattered to you. 

“OKAY! This is your new classmate! Introduce yourself, newbie.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

“So so (Y/n)-chan! Tell us something about yourself!”

“I didn’t want to enroll but was forced to. Otherwise, my family will be-”

He slaps a hand on your mouth and then pushes you toward the trio. 

“Awesome introduction! Welcome to the team!”

Despite your disgruntled disposition you tend to hold your own quite well. Able to come out mostly unscathed thanks to your technique. Speaking of your technique one of its functions allows attacks against you to become diamonds and minerals that you can maneuver throughout the battle. When you’re not using them to fight, you aren’t afraid to fashion them into jewelry or, after meeting Maki, weapons. Needless to say, it’s helpful when it comes to anyone you’re fighting against cursed users or curses themselves.

Which is perfect for defending your friend in the Kyoto School Exchange. Their attacks both physical and cursed are thwarted by your own until the violent interruption. Before then though the professors watched with anticipation.

“Gojo Satoru, how much for the gem maker?”

The Kyoto School Exchange is where she sees you in action. She’s heard the whispers that Gojo’s been given a treasure-making curse-user for a student. She doubts it's as weird as they speak of but someone so money-driven is bound to be curious. 

The crow that returns from the forest is clutching a nugget of gold. Mei Mei gets it appraised and true enough it is a bonafide mineral. One selected among others you carry away or leave behind from your violent battle with the intruders.

“Not for sale.”

Gojo’s warning is ignored as Mei Mei is constantly sending crows to follow. She watches how you pay for your family’s expenses and spend time with them when you’re not scheduled for a mission. She notes how big you smile when they greet you and how hard you laugh. She finds it endearing. 

So endearing she devotes more of her energy to watching you do anything and everything. Where you go with your friends, where you eat, how you sleep. If it weren’t for Gojo she’d have a more concrete copy of your schedule by now but having the general ideas of your life is a good start.

“Nee-Sama! Don’t you want me by your side?”

“ I need you to watch someone for me.”

“Only for you, Nee-Sama!”

She kicks herself for asking Gojo about you. Since then he’s been hard-pressed to keep you far from her as you go on different missions. He’s strong but he can’t control everything. Sooner than he can threaten the council, Ui Ui is assigned to accompany you as you take on a grade 2 curse. 

“Uhm hope we can work together well, Ui Ui.”

“Hmph! I’m not going to speak to you, money bag.”

He quite obviously was jealous of his sister’s interest in you. Constantly degrading you or insulting you as you both learn how to work together and handle the curse. Despite his prickly beginnings with you, he finds himself in awe of you…

“Ui Ui! Teleport me onto the debris it consumes. I don’t care which one just do it.”

“But if you do that your gems won’t be able to manage your fall!”

“Don’t worry about it! Just do it.”

From what he’s heard from his sister you were forced into this. Unable to choose this life you’re still so willing to put yourself at risk. With the way the battle had been going, you could easily abandon the mission claiming it was too advanced. But you stayed and devoted your limited gems to protecting him.

With a pout and a blush, he found himself accepting the hug you gave him in achieving your victory. He cheekily praises you on the plan you came up with, still insulting you enough to keep you from noticing.

“You’re not nearly as powerful as my beloved Nee-Sama! She would have handled this in minutes.”

“Didn’t you say she was a special-grade sorcerer?”

“Yes…and by that standard we were decent.”

“Yeah, 30 minutes is pretty good.”

“Your standards need to be raised–” “Hey!” “-I think it’s important we keep contact for when that day comes.”

“Is this you’re roundabout way to ask for my number so we can hang out?”

“Think what you want! My Nee-Sama is the only one I bother planning to meet…I’ll text you.”

He’s lucky you don’t have a technique like Mei Mei’s otherwise you’d tease him to no end about how he kicks his feet when he texts you. With a blush and a chuckle, he’ll happily let his sister come in close as they watch your snap stories or a video you took.

“They seem perfect for us Nee-sama.”

“I agree. Now all that’s left is to take them for ourselves. Now to get past the famous Gojo Satoru.”

“You could beat him. Nee-Sama!”

“Hmmm, if only.”

The Shibuya incident couldn’t come any sooner. Having been paired up with Nobara, the siblings are all too keen on your proximity to them. When you casually respond to a text Ui Ui sends at the beginning of the mission, you couldn’t possibly be aware of the gears turning in their heads.

“Ara Yuji-kun, the gem user is also training to be a special grade, correct?”

“Uh yes, they were sayin’ something about retiring.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“Don’t respond so casually at Nee-Sama!”

Mei Mei is quick to take advantage when Gojo is sent in to fight. Far too focused on his battle she can devote a crow or two to follow your progress and intervening at close calls. Her plan is only to watch you, it is an unexpected advantage that the sorcerer that’s been guarding you so closely is sealed. 

“Eh? Gojo’s been sealed? What an interesting turn of events…he still owes me.”

After surviving the run-in with Kenjaku, she has no intentions of staying in Shibuya. She needed to change her currency after all. Before she leaves, she makes a point not to leave her gem, swiping you up before you can register. 

“W-what just–”, you call out as you look at your new environment. No longer in the heat of battle, you look amazed at the lush and luxurious hotel room. High above a glowing city, this wasn’t Shibuya…it didn’t even look like Japan.

“(Y/n)!”

Ui Ui hugs you tightly, beginning to worryly obsess over your wounds. When the crow imbued with his technique landed on you mid-fight, you were on the cusp of being greatly injured. A few scars, a broken rib, and muscles that’ll make your body ache for days are what you got away with. You considered yourself better off than some of the seniors you were fighting alongside.

“I have to go back! They need me!”

You struggle against Ui Ui’s tight grip, who took advantage of your injury to hold you still, you can’t properly detach yourself. Mei Mei pays no mind to your determined snarl, not even looking in your direction as she hurriedly types on her computer.

“Gojo Satoru’s been sealed.”

“I know that!”

“Do you though? Your family was promised to be protected as long as you stay in Jujutsu Tech.”

You think for a moment. You deflated, “Gojo….”

Finished typing she comes to your side, not minding her brother as she cradles your head to her chest, “With Gojo no longer around do you think they’d bother to keep them around?”

You floundered,“I- don’t- I–” 

Ui Ui hugs you tight, bringing your attention back to him as he looks up at you. 

“We are your family now.”

“What?!”

Mei Mei’s hands held your chin turning your face towards hers. Her hair was down and she was wearing a hotel’s robe. With a bandaid on her right cheek and the deep red of her lipstick. The look on her face was unreadable, her eyes looked too gleeful in comparison to yours.

“(Y/n), your family is being housed by some friends of mine.”

“But they didn’t tell me they moved.”

She chuckled, “Of course, they haven’t I wouldn’t allow them to.”

When you looked at her suspiciously, she squeezed your cheeks.

“For their safety, of course. I care for those I invest in.”

She let her other hand pet Ui Ui’s head. He blushed intensely muffling a ‘Nee-Sama’ into your clothes. You felt your lip curl in disgust.

“So you want me for the gems I make right?”

She smiled to herself, before beginning to unbutton your school uniform. Ui Ui readjusted his hug, forcing your arms to your sides as Mei Mei undid all your buttons. 

“I might have also decided you were just as valuable as your technique.”

You scoffed, “Yeah I doubt that.”

She laughed at you. “Think what you like but I’m sure your…family would love to hear from you.”

She held a burner phone out to you. It was opened to a contact profile with a group picture of your family. Wriggling your arm out of Ui Ui you reached to snatch it away only for her to easily hold it further away from you. 

“It’d be a shame if I changed my mind about funding their protection. Stay in my care from now on.”

“What are you getting at–”

The phone began to ring. You frantically reached for it, willing to endure Ui Ui’s grip and graze the edge of the phone.

“Promise me, (Y/n).”

“I-I promise! Please!” 

With a nod, the arms holding you released, letting you stumble and wince as you answer the call. With your back to the two of them, they smiled at one another gazing at the uniform shirt that easily slipped off in your struggle for the phone. Mei Mei holds the cloth in her hands caressing the jeweled buttons, she knows you custom-made. 

“Ui Ui.”

“Yes Nee-Sama?” 

“Wash their uniform and give them the change of clothes we brought for them.”

“Of course Nee-Sama!”

She starts to make her way back to the computer, resuming her business with those on the other line. Turning her head over her shoulder she watched the way you fiddled with the plants in the hotel room while chatting excitedly on the phone. She smiled as she watched her brother eye the shirt with a deep blush.

“Oh, Ui Ui.”

“Yes, Nee-Sama?”

“Be sure to breathe in with both your nose and mouth. It’s less likely you’ll pass out that way.”

“Thank you Nee-Sama.”

Looking out at the city Mei Mei felt triumphant. She finally had her gem and with the world ending, it was the perfect time.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere mei mei #platonic yandere mei mei #yandere ui ui #yandere mei mei and ui ui #yandere mei mei x reader #yandere harem

[mentality-project]

Carry Me Home

Morpheus x Fem!reader

Pushing your way through the crowded bar, you welcome the brisk night air as you stumble onto the streets of London. Blowing off steam with your favourite coworkers at the end of the week had been much-needed fun, but now you were ready for home. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as your favourite scenes from the night replay in your head, your hands burying into your coat pockets to keep warm. You hum to the tune of the song stuck in your head, the crowds thinning out the closer you get to home. You notice the change in atmosphere five minutes later than you should have, the sound of a raven's caw overhead bringing you back to the present moment.

You hear them before you see them, the rowdy laughter and loud explosions of curse words giving away their position. A glance at the reflective shop front across the street tells you there's three men behind you. Fuck. It could be nothing, but even so...you'd rather not find out. Your feet pick up the pace, but despite your best efforts they sound louder. Closer.

The raven's caw pierces the night air once again, causing you to flinch but you don't stop walking until you barrel into a wall of black. Two hands grab the back of your elbows to steady you, your wide-eyed gaze snapping up to your captor. Relief floods your nervous system at the sight of the familiar stern face.

“Morphy-baby~ I need a ride! Would you be a dear and take me home?”

“You are intoxicated.”

“Maybe~”

“How much have you had to drink?”

“More than enough.” You are oblivious to the withering glare Morpheus sends towards the drunken trio of men before whisking you off to your apartment. --- "Whoa, headrush!" you giggle as you stumble in the hallway as the sand dissipates, "Don't think I'll ever get used to that." Morpheus' gentle grip on your forearms helps you still your clumsy feet, your tipsy giggles falling silent as you get lost in the galaxy of his eyes. Your lips curl up in amazement as you grip the lapels of his coat, "You have such pretty eyes, Morphy...", your smile falters as the next unfiltered thought crosses your mind, "it's not fair."

You don't notice the way he huffs through his nose, disgruntled with the unwanted nickname that has been bestowed upon him.

"You are drunk."

"Yes~ I am~!" your singsong voice is shameless.

"You should be in bed." "You're not the boss of me," you pout up at him.

The Dream Lord says your name in that hypnotic voice of his that sounds like a seduction and a warning rolled into one, and just like that, your defiance shrinks away. "But I'm not even...sleepy..." the yawns that interrupt your protest betray you. "Is that so?" Dream's eyes glint with amusement in the darkness. "Okay, okay, fine! I'll go to bed, but only if you carry me." Morpheus stares down at you while you blink up at him. You had never dared to be so petulant with him before. But then again, he had never encountered you drunk. You yelp when he scoops you up into his arms, kicking your heels off as Morpheus heads for the stairs with you in tow. He is carrying you like you're nothing.

"Oh Mylanta~ Morphy~ you're actually carrying me to bed."

"You insisted."

"Well, yeah...but I didn't think you'd actually do it." King of Dreams is silent and you wonder what's going on in there - long-suffering sigh or an internal scream. It's only when he heads for the doorway to your bedroom that you start to squirm in his arms, "Wait, wait!"

Morpheus raises his eyebrow at you, arms still wound tight around your body. You point to the bathroom. "I need the bathroom. Gotta wash my face. Sleeping in makeup is a sin."

The midnight-haired being obliges you as he carries you into the bathroom, setting you down in front of the sink before he perches on the edge of your bathtub to watch you work. You go in on your eyes and lips with a bottle of liquid remover and cotton balls, following up with some facial wipes. You frown at your reflection while you're on your fourth wipe, unable to ignore the nagging in your head that argues that since you've gotten this far, you really ought to wash your face properly. Your hands are slathered in cleansing balm before you realise that you forgot to tie up your hair.

"Hold my hair back, Morph?" Morpheus is silent as he stands behind you to oblige you, and you watch his reflection in the mirror as he smooths your hair back with both hands before gathering your locks in one hand.

"Cheers, dear." you murmur as you rub the melted balm over your face.

You rinse and repeat with cleanser before following up with moisturiser. A few moments of silence pass when you turn to face Morpheus, blinking up at him.

"I need to pee." you announce before shoving the unsuspecting Endless into the hallway and closing the door behind you.

Morpheus has no time to react and you crack the door open like an afterthought as you peer through the gap. "You're still tucking me in, right?"

"Yes."

"Cool."

The door shuts again, soon followed by the sound of the toilet flushing, then running water. The door flings open and Morpheus is greeted with the sight of you brushing your teeth. You mumble around your toothbrush, using your free hand to guide Morpheus' hand to your hair. He gets the gist, because by the time you're standing in front of the mirror, he's holding your hair in a ponytail again. He lets go as you turn to face him.

"I need a shower, but I'm too lazy."

Morpheus lifts his hand and you're captivated by the stardust that swirls around you. When it lifts, you're in your favourite sleepwear and feeling more squeaky-clean than you ever have in your life.

"Did you just -" you cut yourself off as you run your hands along your arms, through your hair and sniff the collar of your shirt, "did you just glamour magic me clean?"

"Yes."

"How amazing." your voice is hushed as you breath out.

"What was that?" you're oblivious to the amusement that tugs at Morpheus' lips.

"How amazing!" you repeat louder, looking up at Morpheus with wide eyes.

"Will you go to bed now?"

"Yes!" you grin as you put your hand on Morpheus' shoulders before you jump up to wrap your limbs around him like a koala, "I'm ready!" The huff of his breath almost sounds like laughter as his hands grip your thighs, turning on his heel to finally carry you to bed. You gasp as he sets you down and pulls the covers over you.

"Ooh, you're tucking me in~"

"Yes, Your Grace."

"I love it." you grin up at Morpheus before patting the spot next to you, "come here, Morph."

Morpheus sits next to you and you shake your head as you pull the blanket out from under him, "No, lie down. I don't want you sitting near my face. What if you fart?"

"(Y/N), I am Endless. Endless do not -"

"Lie down, please!" you smack the bed as you raise your voice, feeling quite pleased with yourself when the Dream Lord complies.

You shimmy over to his body, throwing your leg over his as you lie your head on his shoulder, curling an arm around his chest.

"This feels nice," you smile as you close your eyes.

Morpheus doesn't respond, but a few moments later you feel his hand rise from your shoulder to stroke your hair and it makes you melt into him even more.

"Ohhh...I love you." you mumble into his coat.

"What did you say?"

"I love you. Please don't stop doing that." your eyes refuse to open as you feel yourself drift further and further into sleep with each stroke.

"Sleep well, (Y/N). I will meet you in The Dreaming."

#the sandman #morpheus x fem!reader #morpheus x reader #not my gifs #dream x reader #dream of the endless #netflix the sandman #dream of the endless x reader #lord morpheus

[wishluc]

Homebound

CW: yandere character, implied imprisonment

Hi ♡ This can be read as a pt 2 to Playing Favorites. This was written before Kafka's Companion mission, so please excuse any discrepancies.

Melancholy, you think, is a strange look on Blade.

He's never been the most expressive, but you're quite sure that the hollowness in his gaze and the empty silence shrouding him weren't there before. His movements are unnaturally sluggish, his words lacking their usual bite, and he looks haunted. You can tell he isn't getting enough sleep from the shuffling and the footsteps throughout the night, and the exhaustion that is clearly evident in every motion. You'd have thought seeing him like this would bring some relief, but you're so used to the snark, to the bared teeth, and the piercing looks that this subdued, sombre version of him only unsettles you instead. It's a painful reminder that he's almost just as human as you, and one you desperately try to ignore.

He was doing better when Kafka was still around; dazed, and usually locked away in his room, but he looked less pained. Less like he had given up and hollowed out. His words still lacked their cruel edge, and his smile was not nearly as stirring, but he was there. While it hadn't come as a surprise to you that her Spirit Whisper had its uses—apart from teasing you relentlessly for her own amusement, that is—the fact that she was using it to ease Blade's suffering wasn't exactly what you had expected. She had offered, before, to use it on you after a particularly bad fight or those nights when you were too tormented to sleep, but you decided you'd rather suffer than be in her debt.

That, and you're not quite sure if Kafka can be trusted to play nice while you're under her influence.

"Is there something you need?"

"No," the words slip out, "I was just thinking."

He stops, putting aside the bandages in his hands to finally meet your gaze.

"About?"

You think about it, this time. Though he seemed worn out, with the sharpness of his features less intimidating and the glacial tones of his voice less piercing, you know better than to treat Blade without caution. Too much and he might be insulted, too little and...the notion that he might get too used to your familiarity frightens you just as much as his silent threats.

"We don't usually get this much time off between missions," you settle on saying, "I was thinking about what the others might be up to."

Blade smiles at you. The curve of his mouth is far too strained to be genuine, or frightening.

"Even with me right here," he muses, "you're still thinking of the others?"

Your voice stills inside your throat.

Then, as he notices the pained expression on your face, the rigid smile loosens a little. It appeared that he had now remembered how amusing he found your reactions.

"I'm only kidding."

"You...haven't been doing much. Except for moping around, I mean."

He blinks slowly at your words, as though he was still half asleep and unable to comprehend what you were saying.

"I don't mope."

"Aren't you from the Luofo?" At his narrowed glare, you rush to explain yourself, " I just assumed that—but if it is your home, it's okay to miss it a little, you know?"

"Home," Blade scowls, like the word was insulting, "I do not care for things like that. Nor do I care enough about the Luofo or its people to miss it. I can barely stand it as it is."

He's a terrible liar, though, with the tightness of his mouth and the clenched fist by his side. But you know better than to call him out on it. There are others more suited for that, people that will be more than happy to pick at his old wounds, and risk enraging him. You've long decided that you are not one of those people.

You shrug, deciding to look elsewhere than the dark, probing eyes, "It seemed like a nice place. I think I'd like to settle there, someday."

His face softens at that, his shoulders dropping from their tense position. You don't think relief was something you've ever seen on him.

"You are not planning on returning home?" It's a rather unusual question to ask, with the uncertain nature of your job. There's no planning for the future, no way of knowing when, and if, you'd ever see the end of your mission, but he knew that just as much as you did. Perhaps that was reason enough for him to join.

But hypothetically, if there did come a time when you could go back home, where would you go?

If this was posed by Kafka, the answer would be simple: Home? You were starting to think of home as the ship, with the others. You hadn't thought of what would happen after—or even if there was one. Kafka would have smiled at that, pleased with your answer, and she would have rewarded you with something, like one would a pet. Everything was simpler, with Kafka.

Blade wouldn't be satisfied with a blatant lie.

You could try, perhaps, to appease him with a more elaborate mix of half truths and half lies, but Blade had a way of just knowing—he could pick apart your behavior and recall every single one of your tells immediately. And today, with all his strangeness, you'd not risk a lie.

"I'm not sure. It's been too long, and I don't know if I'll like it there anymore."

(You keep silent about Kafka, and her persistence. If it were up to her—which it almost always was—she would reveal your identity as one of the Stellaron Hunters, marking your face with a target at once so you could never run. You'd never find peace, never find a home again.)

Blade stares into the distance, as though he was mulling over your words. An uncharacteristic forlornness replaces the hard glint in his gaze, and the tension around him finally shatters completely, leaving him looking almost helpless.

"It has only been a few years," he muses, "and yet you already fear you have changed."

The lightness in the air gives you the courage to answer, "A lot has happened since then."

He smiles in a manner that should have been unsettling, but you're more taken by how pleased he looks.

"So it has," he agrees, "fortunately for us—" he stresses the word ever so slightly, acting as an unwanted reminder that the two of you would remain together, "there is no need to concern ourselves with such matters."

"Isn't there?"

He raises an eyebrow, like the answer should have been obvious, "We have nowhere else to go except for where we are needed."

"After all," he adds, a quiet afterthought, "who else do we have but each other?"

You were wrong, again. You'd take the bared teeth and the sharp laughter over this pitiful state he was supposedly in. At least with the former, you'd have no doubts about his intentions.

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#yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #honkai star rail x reader #yandere hsr x reader #yandere blade x reader #yandere blade #blade hsr #hsr blade #blade x reader #blade honkai #yandere x reader #yandere x reader drabble #yandere x you #honkai star rail. 🌀 #drabble. 🌀 #asa.writes 🌀 #cw yandere

[sterakraffulz78]

This is hilarious and fateful

I saw the episode, and I never really thought that wasting time like this would be a suffering that lasted too long. I'm going to get good and bad things from what I saw

first for good, okay?

1. The deaf imp

In itself, I was very surprised by this character and to tell the truth I can consider him better than the other deep and sad Pseudos that only serve to make the panties get wet because of the Fujoshits, and it is something that in this program is seen very little or is scarce in Yes, it made me tender that Fizz treated him well.

2. Fizz and Asmodeus' relationship

What can we say, the relationship itself is healthy, and superior to many of both series and when Asmodeus protected Fizz it is something nice on his part, not like a certain owl who is only interested in the red cock who is a tremendous fucking creep unable to defend his """"little""", this relationship is one of the few salvageable things in this series

Now with the bad things

3. The songs

For the love of God... why? All the songs seem forgettable and super stupid to me, it seems that the only thing this chapter does is create time and necessary filler that will never contribute or amount to anything

4. The imp hater by fizarolli

This was expected, it doesn't surprise me much to tell the truth... just imagine that you are so hurt by harmless criticism of your program that you only hope for a good change and to be guided to do a good deed, but you prefer to spend and overexploit the Poor workers who only want some money to encourage your resentment in a lively way, this is ridiculous and makes others feel sorry for Viviana Medrano

5. Mammon

This is the first most annoying, loudest and most obnoxious thing I've ever seen followed by Chaz, the only thing he knows how to say is pure rudeness in every damn sentence, it's a fucking audiovisual blister that seems to never end, apart from the cringe I feel about it, the Deadly sins of this show will never be taken seriously and more that sexist phrase about "Women are not funny" and then you're dead... Damn you Medrano bitch, can't you at least respect a simple woman even if she has a tertiary role in your shitty program? (And ironic why you make penis jokes and swear words to wait for someone to laugh and praise you)

6. I HOPE THEY FUCK YOU BLITZ

Is it really necessary to put Blitz in every episode? For the love of God, am I already sick of listening and seeing that red cringe guy making those embarrassing faces and hearing his voice why can't I listen to Brandon normally anymore without remember this abusive and manipulative guy swearing!? They shoehorned this guy in just to get "laughs" and make him stick to Fizz when he was given the biggest tragedy of his life

7. Good vs bad, hAha ​​tHeY aRe RiGht wHy tHEy aRe nExT To thE bOyS aNd uwu sOfT

As always, our wonderful writing writing the bad characters, like the black ones in this Turkish soap opera and making them caricatures for mockery and portraying them as the soft boys and uwu the good ones. These characters are already predictable, if there is a soft and sore young gay uwu, he will be the good one because he is the soft and sore young gay uwu and we are all forced to take his side, while those who have the potential to be good villains like Striker, you position them as silly, cartoonish and you are the generic antagonist of a series for children under 6 years old, for example Asmodeus against Mammon

It's good that the views are getting lower and lower, so soon we won't be able to stand this series in decline and the next more ridiculous, repulsive, mediocre, cringe and pathetic chapter written by a ridiculous, mediocre, cringe, pathetic, misogyny, sexist, Transphobic , racist, xenophobic writer who only ruined her own work so that her little friends the Fujoshits (I already saw you SatorRojas, TeaTheKook and Dani) get their panties wet and buy more panties again to get them wet because they can't stand two boys together

#anti stolitz #helluva critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #helluva boss fandom critical #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss critique #blitzo #Helluva boss

[pigeonwhumps]

Begging for a quick death AU

Taglist: @annablogsposts @dont-touch-my-soup @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @thaliaisalesbian

From this. Featuring Phoenix, Kai and Aaron from Immortal Cannon Fodder, and Isabel from Out of the Frying Pan.

Phoenix in this AU only heals fast when they're dead. They don't have the living healing factor.

Taglist peeps, lmk if you don't want to be tagged in new aus. Especially for Immortal Cannon Fodder bc I have like three (at least) in the works for that.

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CWs: immortal whumpee, begging for death, conditioned whumpee, broken neck (both the act of and the immediate aftermath), possibility of stabbing (doesn't happen), mentioned stabbing, whumpee thinks caretaker is going to hurt them, implied terrible (nearly non-existent) medical care, broken wrist, sprained ankle, sadistic whumper, implied/mentioned resurrection, temporary character death, fear of punishment

Phoenix is following Isabel in a fast-paced jog around the compound grounds when their vision blurs and they waver from exhaustion, stumbling off the path. Their foot slips, ankle turning, and they slam hard into the concrete floor, reactions too sluggish to even catch themself. Their brain seems to reverberate around their skull for a minute, vision white, and when they're able to tell which way is up they try to push themself to their feet, ignoring the screaming pain. They only make it to their knees, ankle collapsing when they try to put their weight on it.

That's okay. Isabel wouldn't like it if they were still on their feet after failing so badly anyway.

The weight is agony on their skinned knees but they hold the position, hold their expression, just as they've been taught, as Isabel marches over, face tight.

"What the hell have you you done to yourself now?" she asks, anger and scorn dripping from every word.

"I have a badly sprained ankle and skinned knees, ma'am, and, um, my face–"

"I can see your face. You're pathetic. You can't stand, can you?"

"No, ma'am." They know what's going to happen now. It'll be over a month until they can run and fight again properly, and the leaders can't afford to wait that long. "Please will you kill me quickly, ma'am?"

Isabel pulls out her dagger and examines it, stroking the blade. Phoenix feels a split-second of hope before she shakes her head, stowing the weapon back under her clothes.

"No. No, you don't deserve that, and I have my own training to do. If this doesn't work on a weak, unresisting weapon like you it won't work on proper opponents." She strides behind Phoenix, placing her hands on their shoulders. "Arch your back a little. You'll be unconscious before too long, but I hope you suffer first, as your punishment."

Phoenix obeys, trembling, and Isabel hooks a warm, bare arm tightly around their neck. Isabel's too close, her warm breath on the back of their neck, they can't see what she's doing, they can't move, her arm is too tight and it feels like they can't breathe.

She yanks their head round, pulls it up, drops them. Two heartbeats and it's done.

Somewhere in that, something snapped. Now they really can't breathe.

They gasp for air, still, air they can't take in, their breathing gets faster, they're desperate for air but they can't get any, oh, god, they can't breathe, their vision greys around the edges and everything fades.

They pass out, panicking and defenseless, still unable to breathe.

_

"Pass me that book, will you, Phoenix?"

Phoenix is helping Kai clean up the front room, while Aaron works on the infirmary. They've got visitors coming tomorrow, friends of Kai and Aaron's, and Phoenix is just on the edge of panicking about it, but now they have more immediate problems.

Their wrist is broken. It's still throbbing when they move it, it looks a bit off, just enough to only be noticeable to them, but they can't tell anyone or they'll be killed. They've been doing a pretty good job of hiding it, too.

They swallow hard and hold their expression still as they pick up the book with their injured hand. They keep their face still, completely still, still as they were taught, as they pass Kai the book.

Maybe it's a little too still, maybe they're a little too stiff, but whatever it is, Kai catches it and frowns, setting down the book.

"Are you okay?"

Phoenix nods, heart just about ready to explode out of their chest. "I'm fine, sir. I just, um, I was thinking of something." An offence, surely, but less of one than breaking their wrist out of their own stupidity.

"Sit down for a minute." Kai sits down himself and pats the sofa, and Phoenix joins him apprehensively, perching tentatively on the edge. "You're not in trouble. I just don't believe that excuse. Does anything hurt? Physically, emotionally, anything else?"

Phoenix looks away. It always hurts emotionally, Kai's going to kill them. They don't want to tell him the truth, but they know he won't accept nothing for an answer.

"My, um, my wrist is broken."

Kai nods. "Aaron! We need you! And bring the first aid kit!" Phoenix flinches. "Sorry. Will you show me your wrist?"

Phoenix stretches out their arm, biting their lip when he takes it carefully in his hand, examining their slightly swollen wrist.

"Please will you kill me quickly, sir?"

Kai looks up, horror plainly visible. "No. Phoenix, god no, I'm not killing you."

Phoenix frowns. What's he going to do then?

Kai sighs, rubbing their shoulder in a manner they think is meant to be comforting (because, well, it kind of is). "You can drop the sir, too. When did you do this?"

"Two days ago." Kai nods, and they hesitate before saying, "Can I ask a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Why, um, why didn't you believe me? How do you always know?"

Kai strokes Phoenix's hair back gently. "Your face was too still. Too stiff. It's the expression you make when you're desperately trying to hide what you think or feel."

"Oh." They wish they could be more articulate, but they don't know what else to say. No-one's ever cared enough to notice that before – so long as they weren't crying, it was fine.

And it is care, not looking for reasons to punish them, they know that now. It took them a while but they're getting there.

"Yeah."

Aaron enters the room and strides across to Phoenix, kneeling down in front of them. They shift uncomfortably. Nobody should be kneeling to them.

"What's wrong, Phoenix?"

"I've broken my wrist," murmurs Phoenix. "Um, two days ago."

"Right. The swelling should have mostly gone down by now, but I'm going to splint it anyway for a few days before we put a cast on. Does it hurt?"

Phoenix nods, unsure what most of those terms mean but knowing it does hurt, and Aaron rummages in the first aid kit, pulling out a packet of pills and popping a couple out. He hands them to Phoenix along with the glass of squash on the side table.

"Here, take these. They should help."

"Thank you."

Phoenix swallows them gratefully, watching as Aaron rummages in their bag again. They're looking for something else. A splint, maybe? They don't know.

Kai clears his throat, and they snap their gaze to him.

"You were begging for a quick death. Have I done something to make you think I'd kill you?"

Phoenix shrugs. "That's just how it works. If the injury's, um, going to affect my performance for more than, um, a few hours, then I'm killed, and I heal quicker. It's just, um, not always quick unless I deserve it. So I thought you'd kill me."

There's a beat of silence.

"So when I found you bleeding out... that was normal? That's why you were so surprised?"

Phoenix nods. The months since Kai found them bleeding out after being injured in a training mission and helped them, brought them to his and Aaron's base instead of handing them in or ignoring them, have been one surprise after another.

Kai grips their shoulder tightly. Comforting-tight, not painful-tight.

"Never. I'd never, we'd never kill you, Phoenix. That's not how things work around here."

"What happens, then?" asks Phoenix, confused. Why would they not be killed?

"I patch you up," says Aaron, wrapping the split too carefully around their outstretched wrist, "and then we let it heal. Normally. With painkillers. No death involved."

"With painkillers?"

"Yeah. With painkillers. Like the ones I just gave you. We won't leave you in unnecessary pain."

"But–"

"No," says Kai firmly. "You won't learn from it, or whatever the reason you want to stay in pain is. Any pain is unnecessary, and I won't stand for it. Neither will Aaron."

"Oh."

Phoenix frowns. They don't understand why Kai's so insistent on giving them painkillers. But they're not complaining.

For the first time ever, they actually feel safe. The threat of being disposed of when they're no longer useful isn't as ever-present, they're not in pain for the first time they can remember.

And they haven't died once since Kai and Aaron brought them home.

#how tf do i title things again? #whump #whump writing #phoenix oc #kai oc #aaron oc #isabel oc #immortal whumpee #conditioned whumpee #sadistic whumper #temporary character death #whumpee and whumper #whumpee and caretaker #multiple caretakers #one day i might give phoenix a happy au #but today is not that day

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi again!

Can you do a Saeyoung imagine set during the time he's in MC's apartment after Saeran's intrusion, where MC is masc and has ADHD + Depression?

I was thinking maybe you can do some soft comfort where Seven begins to regret his coldness after MC goes nonverbal or limp (something that happens sometimes when im under a lot of stress) and he helps him calm down?

Saeyoung regrets his cruelty before it was even leaves his mouth.

You are the sweetest guy he's ever met in his entire life, and he can't imagine hurting you the way he feels he needs to to make sure you survive. He knows that if he doesn't scare you away, you might end up like his brother, and considering what he saw, he doesn't think he can risk something like that happening ever again.

The pain in his brother's eyes was enough, and to imagine something like that on your face viscerally gives him the ick. He can't stand it. He can't stand hurting you. But, what's the alternative?

What's the alternative here? If he decides to keep you in his life, then it's only a matter of time until somebody finds out you're close to him, and they use you against him. You don't know the depths of his despair nor do you know how many people he has pissed off in the short amount of time he's been trapped in that agency. Those people would do unspeakable things to you in the name of revenge, and he could do nothing to stop it. 

How could he live with himself if that happened? 

In one reality, in one bad timeline, where you do get taken away and tortured, it devastates him to the point of no return. He finds himself unable to do anything, hopeless and lost, filled with despair at the acknowledge you suffer because you care for him. That is something people look to exploit when they want to take someone down, and if he can do anything to stop it, he will.

Even if it means being cruel to you when he doesn't want to be. 

He's not exactly the world's best liar when it comes to you. He can lie right through his teeth to anybody else in this world but not you, never you, and for that reason, if you looked between the lines of his words, you would find that every time he told you to go away, his eyes were telling you to come closer. It doesn't excuse his actions or take away from the fact that he hurt you, but it gives a greater insight as to why he would even think of doing it in the first place. 

But, what fills him with the most regret is seeing you distraught like that, with hot tears in your eyes and muscle weakness dragging you down. He tried to justify it to himself a hundred times but it never worked.

You wouldn't know it until he told you what he did, but every time he turned from you, pulled his hood over his head and shoved headphones on, he wept silent tears that made it that much harder to work. 

It's when he sees you in agony that he wants to take everything back. He regrets being cruel to someone who fell in love with him and knew there was more to him than just pranks and jokes. When you're laying on the ground, staring into distant space, he quietly drapes his jacket over your shoulders and helps you back into a seated position against the couch. You sob, a palpable sound, but one that reminds him he is the one to blame.

"Sorry," you babbled. You thought it was all your fault. "I'm sorry. I won't bother you anymore, I promise. I promise. I know you need to go as soon as you finish, it's okay, just— just leave me alone. I'll be okay once my heart calms down."

He had a sinking feeling in his chest at the thought that you suffered from this feeling any time you were overwhelmed by something. It was likely an involuntary response, your body being so overwhelmed that it had no choice but to shut down, and he was to blame for that this time around. He thought he could make you cry once and maybe it would be enough to show you that he wasn't the kind of person you would want in your life.

But, you didn't give up on him.

Why wouldn't you give up on him? 

Hiccups, sobs, and words that made less and less sense to him burned his ears. This was all his fault. He did this to you in some misguided attempt to make it hurt less later... but it wouldn't hurt less, would it? He hurt you now trying to avoid hurting you in the future... it's all hurt... and it's all wrong.

He didn't say anything for the longest time, but he stayed there by your side, silently going through every single excuse and apology in the book he had until—

"I'm afraid of losing you."

Silence.

"[Y/N], I'm afraid you'll get hurt like my brother if you stick close to me. I'm afraid of losing you like I've lost Saeran. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be mean to you. I don't want to be the cause of pain for you in any way! But, I know if you stay, you'll suffer in ways I'm afraid I can't even begin to explain because it gets worse every time I think about it."

Shame.

"I care about you so much that... that I would rather spend the rest of my life knowing you're safe than knowing you could get killed any day because of me. If you died because of me... I would never be able to... to forgive myself. Even if you find happiness somewhere else, as long as you live to see the sunrise... that... that can be enough for me. I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry I made hurt you. I thought this would be better... better than losing you forever."

Guilt.

Your sniffles didn't die down but from the corner of his eyes, he saw a glimmer of hope, your fingers gripping his jacket like a lifeline.

#mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #mysme #mm #mysticmessenger #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #choi luciel #bonkdogge #707 #seven

[admirableadmiranda]

Hello! How are you feeling? How's life training you?

I have come with another question, if you're up to it. (I'm sorry if I'm asking a bit too many questions.)

I read a fic yesterday that stated that Wei Wuxian caused thousands of souls from entering the rebirth cycle. That he killed souls indiscriminately. My assumption is that they took an accusation from The Untamed (fic was based on the live action) as fact. But is there any indication that any of the spirits or corpses used by Wei Wuxian were unable to reincarnate or not put to rest once he was done?

Hello! I’m doing okay, I’m getting over a cold, my tumblr inbox is suffering because life has been too busy for essay long questions but I promise I’ll get there eventually. I have a week coming up in March where I’ll just be at home on recovery so plenty of time will be there then!!

This one on the other hand (as long as you don’t mind me skipping the breakdown of souls in Chinese beliefs again) is pretty short.

So Wei Wuxian isn’t manipulating anything that wasn’t already trapped on earth to begin with. The part of the soul most needed to reincarnate dies and goes into the afterlife when the person does, and the leftover bits join them when the body is buried. This is why burial rites are really important and most all of our resentful spirits/corpses we see usually weren’t buried. That in and of itself makes an unhappy spirit that can’t move on and if given enough time, even burying it won’t help without additional work to deal with their spirit.

Wei Wuxian, contrary to popular belief (and I don’t even know if it’s a CQL error or people making shit up and using stuff in CQL to justify it) isn’t trapping anyone on earth. He’s actually helping get rid of the lingering resentful souls and stuff that’s busy being angry at still being in the world with his cultivation; spending time with dead flower girls who want to pass on their knowledge and enjoy being alive a little longer, helping souls who died violently get revenge on their killers so they can be at peace, letting them fulfill last wishes just as A-Qing keeping people out of Yi City and wanting Xue Yang dead was hers (even if she was cruelly shattered before he could finish the task). His guidao tends to be a net positive wherever he goes because he is working with the existing misery in the area and getting rid of it.

This is why in the war he had to make angry spirits by digging up bodies and aggravating them enough to create his army before people started dying. This is why in Qiongqi Path 2.0 Jin Zixun has his men remove every corpse or dead thing in miles so that Wei Wuxian is crippled. If there’s nothing there to work with, then he can’t cultivate. He can’t create resentment that doesn’t already exist.

Even in Wen Ning’s case, what he has done is bind his living soul to his dead body, but Wen Ning can still die again when he’s ready. Wen Ning is still around because Wen Ning isn’t ready to go. Wen Ning wants to live more, he’ll pass on when he’s ready.

So really anything about him ruining souls for reincarnation or pulling them out of the cycle is a load of bullshit usually based off of a complete lack of knowledge of how Chinese souls and ghosts work in general and then used to blame him for being who he is (and also usually used to exonerate villains I’m sure you’ve seen too)

Hope that helps!

#mdzs #wei wuxian #asks #guidao is not innately harmful to the practitioner or the souls he’s practices with #they were already stuck and suffering; he’s giving them a hand so they can actually reincarnate and come back happier once more

[coolcattime]

heyyy coolcat! my brain keeps thinking about capsize & tom and ianite & tom. there’s something strategic about how both of them go about interacting with tom.

when ianite says ‘heroes’ (plural), I personally never take it to mean that she’s including tom in that. but then she’ll single him out; be it calling him pathetic for dying by his own blade, or that she doesn’t care what happens to his god, puny even after he killed dianite. when capsize dies however, ianite calls him hero, calls him green man, appeals to him through his connection with capsize. while this could characterize her as manipulative, I think it also shows how intelligent she is.

While I do take capsize to have been more genuine in her approach to tom, she too is smart for having put her focus in cultivating a positive relationship with him. Even if she didn’t realize just how important he would be in all of that, even if she hadn’t gotten to witness the ending to her mission. I take her to be more genuine, because when she gifted him his fish back she had no idea that he was the literal key to getting ianite’s heart back.

Okay yes, I agree with this so hard. There's something so interesting about the way that interactions work with Tom & Ianite and Tom & Capsize.

Because like Ianite clearly doesn't like Tom very much. Like it's fully reasonable that she wouldn't since he's the champion of the brother that imprisoned her and stole her heart so there was always going to be dislike/uneasiness there (though still calling him puny after he kills Dianite I think is a bit much). And obviously the dislike is very much mutual since Tom clearly wants to fight her and is very much loyal to Dianite. So it makes sense that she is typically insulting him. Like you're very much right, I tend to feel with Ianite it's The Heroes + Tom.

Except for the meeting after Capsize is killed by Furia. For the first time Ianite calls Tom a hero and doesn't insult him, because Tom is actually willing to help when it comes to Capsize. And I'm absolutely sure Ianite knows that and knows she can get him on side. And yes I agree that this is more intelligent than manipulative. Though, there definitely is a way to read this as Ianite being purely manipulative, if you read her words as about being unable to save Capsize without leaving her unable to recognise them all as meaning Capsize would've become ended up a zombie there and Ianite always knew they would not be able to save her.

Now, I don't really subscribe to this headcanon, because I think Ianite genuinely thought she could save Capsize. I don't think she would have tried reviving her in the finale if she knew she couldn't, because regardless of what the heroes wish, Capsize was her friend and she wouldn't make her suffer needlessly. I mostly just wanted to say that there is a possible reading of Ianite saying that there's hope to save her to try and get Tom on side.

And also I bring it up because in my own personal headcanons, Ianite does lie a bit about Capsize's state here, though out of kindness rather than trying to manipulate them. As, within the universe of my post timeline, Capsize is already dead at this point (so she can't hear her crying) and was not being kept in the same place as she is, but both the lies are in an attempt to spare them from the knowledge that they could've rescued Capsize if they hadn't come to see her. In general, I do think Ianite can kinda manipulate via omitting information (both here and later with the alts), I think she does it out of genuinely wanting to stop more hurt that would otherwise be inflicted.

And off that very long discussion/ramble and onto Tom & Capsize: I absolutely agree that Capsize had a more genuine approach than Ianite. She does clearly know what she's doing in becoming friends with Dianite's champion, trying to get him on side in order to get him to help save Ianite rather than hinder as Dianite would likely prefer. But seeing how Capsize interacts with Jordan, there is no way she would've been so nice to Tom if she didn't genuinely like him. Regardless of her original intentions, Capsize sees Tom as her friend and as one of the heroes.

Their interactions are so genuinely nice and like, and it kinda sucks that Tom agrees to go save Ianite so he can save Capsize. He ends up killing his own god. He helps save Ianite. And the person he originally wanted to help dies anyway. Like there's something really narratively unsatisfactory about the whole situation because Tom gives up the most and gets nothing back? (Like yes he technically becomes a god, but nothing comes of that in canon.)

#At least if Ianite had killed Nvidia there would've been something Tom won in the finale #thanks for the ask! #felt like squishing around Ianite as a character for a bit #licantropa #mianite #captain capsize #tom syndicate #lady ianite #ask

[leomonae]

Soooo it turns out that if you're playing a do-gooding, self-sacrificing bleeding heart type who's basically contractually obligated by their religion to take on suffering in place of others doing so and also gives a fuck about what happens to the githyanki as a society...

(Massive spoilers ahoy!)

... you kind of inevitably wind up an illithid? Which, okay, fine, cool cool cool, as a healer this is pretty much the only time I've been at all effective in combat except when we're frying undead so that part is pretty awesome and apparently Ilmater is totally cool with all this since I still have my cleric powers, except now my prettyboy vampire boyfriend refuses to kiss me anymore, on the grounds that it won't work with my new mouth :(

The thing is, though, I've been mulling this over for the past fucking day I've been unable to just finish the damn game because of this slow-ass patching process courtesy of GOG, and I think I actually kind of adore this outcome? No, really, I could see this being great for Tav and Astarion's relationship, once he's had enough time to get over the whole... eldritch horror aspect of it all!

Benefit one: Tav's lifespan just became a total non-issue for them! Sure, I don't know and wasn't finding much regarding illithid lifespans, but my Tav was a human before; pretty much anything would be an improvement on that, next to how long a powerful elven vampire could expect to live. And honestly, illithid lifespan isn't even that important in that regard, because they have other options Tav could now actually take. There's no way she'd have ever agreed to becoming a vampire before, but now that the "I prey upon mortals to survive" line has already been crossed? The details of how she's going to handle things ethically hammered out? Why not go full-on vampiric illithid at this point, if that extends their time together? Hells, she could jump straight to illithilich if she wanted!

Benefit two: illithid are sexless. Sexless, but - crucially - with the potential to still be sex-positive, if we take that little interlude with the Emperor which broke my brain so badly the other week at face value. The most obvious implication of the narration was that what the mind flayer gets out of the whole experience is what their partner is putting in: that it's due to their psionic link, or whatever. Sure, there are still questions as to what part the tadpole played in facilitating said connection, but it's not like there aren't any other sources of mind reading or mental sharing that exist in the setting; my Tav is already running around with Detect Thoughts up constantly, I'm sure she can pick up some alternative just fine. The point is, Astarion and all his trauma just got himself a partner who not only wants him to genuinely enjoy having sex with them, but is quite likely literally physically incapable of deriving any carnal pleasure from the experience if he isn't.

Benefit three: illithid are naturally selfish and egotistical and risk-averse enough that my Tav probably just picked up a modicum of concern for her own survival, which I expect will be a massive weight off Astarion's mind after the past few weeks/months of watching her throw herself at wherever the most dangerous enemy on the field happens to be

Benefit four: illithid enjoy sunlight only marginally more than vampires do, which admittedly means that Tav is gonna have to buy a new mace soon, but also means the two of them now prefer complementary habitats and daily schedules

Benefit five: their diets are complementary too! They can split a bandit to avoid food waste!

[edit: benefit six: three times the upper limbs mean three times as many/thrice as good hugs for astarion]

In conclusion spawn Astarion + illithid Tav is clearly the happiest ending of them all, thank you for coming to my TED Talk

(also the going out in public part is pretty much a non-issue too, I tested out one of those cheap mundane disguise kits you can pick up and it worked perfectly fine even if the human female variant I used to be was not skinny and middle-aged with an afro, so I'm sure between Gale Shadowheart and Omeluum we can figure out a way of making me look like myself again in no time)

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #not wholly serious #but it does present some fun and interesting possibilities i must admit #illithid tav

[daytura]

Dream #3

Transcript below.

"For the more troubling and by far most terrifying Dream #3, Mia Haven and Lance Slocum team up together to ply the curvatures of that strange stretch of imaginings. Unlike #1 and #2, this dream is particularly difficult to recount even in 400 pages and requires that careful attention be paid to the various temporal and even tonal shifts. An outline of key "shifts" shall have to suffice.

Navidson wakes up in a dark hull of a ship. He can just make out that it is raining outside. His head is pounding. He is suffering from a hangover and his body is covered in mysterious welts.

A few moments later he is standing on the deck of the ship, which he now understands is called the The Burrow. It is still raining outside and Navidson is still incapacitated, his normal gait cast down into a stagger. The ship is absolutely deserted. As Navidson calls out for help or answer into the sky, great echoes return. One echo of note is the following, in response to "What is going on?!": "Going on!"

In the next few moments Navidson discovers that the rain is only on the port side of the ship, while the starboard side of the ship is bathed in blazing sunlight. Given the crippling darkness of the rainy half and the blown out highlight of the sunlit half, he is unable to determine which side of the ship he is on. He has the sense that the ship is balanced between the two extremes, though he realizes that if he could just find a way to move from the port side to the starboard side he would surely find rescue. He attempts to cross, but he finds the soles of his shoes somehow nailed to the deck. A great wave hurtles over the deck, crashing onto Navidson.

When Navidson comes to awareness again, he is in the hold of the ship. He is in a tub of water, which is the same temperature as his body. He is surrounded by seven or eight extremely thin old men, who are in turn surrounded by a multitude of empty bottles. One of them speaks to Navidson, “You're a long way from home, young man."

Navidson finds himself on the deck of the ship again. This time he is standing on the starboard side. He can see a lifeboat off in the distance. “It’s okay,” he hears someone say. “It’s okay.” This same person pushes him from the deck, and he falls headfirst into the warm ocean. Bubbles flutter up to the surface of the water as he screams.

Navidson wakes up on the tongue of a great animal. He is far from the teeth and only a stone's away from the dark throat of the animal. Navidson tries to strike the inside of the animal's mouth, but it does not budge. Now quicker to resign, Navidson takes a deep breath, exhales, and begins to crawl on all fours down the length of the tongue.

Navidson wakes up in a large living room, curled up in a fetal position on the floor. Navidson cries out again, but it is a low noise more befitting an animal than a man. The room is dark. Moments later, an indistinct figure opens the door and steps in. They light a small lamp, which illuminates the doorframe and a portion of the doorknob. Before Navidson can see who the person with the light is, he wakes up in real life.

Haven takes the first stand and explains the ship, of course, is the house. Haven even goes so far as to suggest that the name The Burrow has no other etymology than the house itself, though she is unsure whether or not the name is to be interpreted as a verb or a noun. [389—-Translator’s note: Haven’s original German text employs the word “denke,” which means “to think,” though “to burrow” is also a legitimate translation. — Ed.] As Haven points out, the rainstorm on one half of the ship mirrors the darkness that continues to grow within the house, and the unbearable sunlight on the other half mirrors the summer heat that has followed Navidson, his family, and even the house well into the autumn months.

Slocum takes over and builds on his colleague's realistic analysis. He explains that the ship’s duality is more than just a mere reflection of the house's duality, but a two-toned "amplification" of the house. Slocum is particularly taken with the idea that the ship is balanced between night and day, where Navidson's frantic attempts to escape only bring about a further deterioration. Slocum pushes forward the idea of a double abstraction, such that if the Great Hall of the house was indeed an extraordinary hull, then this ship in Navidson's dream is the house enlarged to a massive scale. Innate dualities of civilization and tribalism, light and darkness, the individual and the collective, are now magnified. Slocum conjectures that Navidson's attempt to cross from the shadow to the light was doomed to fail, because it "rests on the assumption light is always good when this could be no further than the truth. For creatures of the night or the deep sea, light blinds; and sunlight eats whole swathes of newspaper and books when outside a home".[200—Haven and Slocum, Oceans of the Mind, 199X, p. 251]

Haven returns to address the old men in the hold who surround Navidson. She notes the possible biblical reference to the seven or eight prophets of the Old and New Testaments. But Haven remarks that the old men could also be interpreted as "the people of the house", or even "the ancestors of the house", and she speculates that the fact Navidson is sitting in a tub of water means he is at peace with the house for the first time, and that the men are even encouraging him to remain there. With this in mind, the lifeboat becomes a more sinister symbol. It is visually the last chance for Navidson to be saved, but Haven suggests that in reality the lifeboat is the last chance for the house to hold on to Navidson, and that being tossed overboard means the house has finally lost him.[201—Oceans of the Mind, p. 254-5]

Slocum proceeds to the sixth shift, where Navidson is on the tongue of a great animal. Surprisingly, Slocum rejects the notion that the animal is the house, and instead claims the animal is what the house has become after the Navidson family and their contacts have explored it. Therefore, just as the mouth of the animal is a derivative of the house, Slocum proposes that the dark throat of the animal leading into its stomach is an additional but necessary derivative that allows Navidson to come back to the reality of everyday life. "Abstractions upon abstractions seem to expand, but more often than not they simply pop," he says.

Finally, Haven and Slocum converge on a final interpretation for the seventh shift of the dream. They both agree that this darkroom [202—Typo. Should be "dark room", with a space. —JT] exists outside of the ship and beyond the labyrinth of the house; however, they disagree on how to interpret the significance of the dream. Haven regards the dream as an obscure warning to Navidson, where the dimness of the lamp reflects Navidson's waning spirit as he is separated from Karen and his children. "The door is shut and will remain shut", she says. Meanwhile, Slocum considers it a more positive sign for Navidson and reifies the implied movement of the figure. While it is true that the light of the lamp is a "small but essential sign of the future" the true significance of this dream is that this figure is opening the door to check on Navidson and see that he is alright. Navidson waking up before seeing the face of his sentinel is a consequence of his sleep cycle, not of thematic finality. "The dream," Slocum concludes, "ends in the very same way it began. Navidson waking up in the dark, but this time with hope."

Just before it seems like Haven and Slocum will burn the page with their competing interpretations, they have the mind to admit to each other that they still a hard time understanding what this section of the dream means, if it means anything at all. "We could put our glasses down and just accept it as it is," Haven begins. "Navidson on the floor could just be Navidson on the floor. The lamp could just be a lamp. The figure could be any one of Navidson's family or friends. The problem with this part of the dream is that it 'feels' so real, which means it has much more in common with the mundanity of our daily lives than spirits, monsters, and gods of literature." Slocum returns the sentiment. "It's nihilistic without even trying. It's so real it seems to have no meaning at all — only one we can make of it, though I suppose that's what we've been doing all this time." [203—Oceans of the Mind, p. 398] Ultimately, they agree that it is, at the very least, a curious and almost peaceful way to end the dream; and that Navidson has much work to quell his own waves and traumas."

#house of leaves #fanfiction #dreams #haven-slocum theory #for transparency i would like to mention that i did write this with the code-davinci-002 base model #but given the postmodern and post-structuralist theme of the work i think that's more than appropriate #these half-pages are glued into the book w/ **repositionable** glue so they won't damage the original pages #like Johnny's own appends i see this as another addition and not a replacement. updating > deleting

[furiousgoldfish]

is it bad to intentionally make myself feel worse when spiralling to perpetuate that feeling of "i'm feeling threatened, so i'm not a poser!" as in combatting the feeling of being stupid and crazy and overreacting to my situation even though to most people i've told, it's pretty bad and i'm NOT one

it's complicated i'm sorry

No, it's kind of normal. We're put in so much self doubt, and we're often told that what we feel is just 'not bad enough' or 'not real', so it's logical to us, that if we felt worse, then our pain would be real, then it would be acknowledged as real.

And in reality, those who dismiss your pain don't care how big or small it is, they wouldn't acknowledge it no matter how large it got, or how much worse you felt. So making yourself feel worse, while it might dispel some of your doubt, will not persuade people who denied your experience, to now take you seriously.

Abuse victims are told they're exaggerating or pretending or faking or making it up, even in most severe and extreme cases, there is no limit to how bad you might feel, that someone wouldn't still accuse you of faking it or insist it's not real, or not that bad. This is because these people have an agenda of hiding, concealing and minimizing the abuse. They don't want it to get out. They'll trash you no matter how bad you have it, because your experience is not compatible to their goals, so you're just a collateral damage to them, and they don't care.

However, all of these people, and everything you've learned to internalize, doesn't make it reality. Reality is, as soon as you feel a little bad, it's already something to complain about. Even the slightest pain and annoyance are worth bringing up and resolving.

You're not crazy, overreacting, or doing things for no reason - you've been surrounded by people who didn't care, and who convinced you that you have no excuse to complain or ask for help, unless you're feeling so bad you're actively dying. And by now you already know, because you've been brave and asked people - that your situation is really bad. And instead of doubting yourself and your feelings, it's okay to doubt the people who claim it wasn't that bad. Why are they doing that? How can they lack compassion for you to that point? Do they not feel guilty that you're suffering and they haven't helped? What do they gain by accusing you, by pretending you're faking it? How can they risk accusing you of such a thing, when they don't know what it feels to be in your skin? How can they claim they know it's not that bad?

Because nobody can know that except for you. These people are protecting the abusers, or they are the abusers themselves. That's most likely where your self doubt, confusion, and fear of faking comes from. But you've never faked it. You never had anything to gain by pretending. You never got positive attention for feigning anything. You only try to make the world see what's inside of you, and you're right to speak out on it.

I'm so sorry you're feeling so bad, and unable to acknowledge how awful you're feeling. I hope one day you'll feel secure and sure of your feelings, more than anything else in the world. Your own feelings are not lying to you, you can trust in them more than you can in anyone else.

#fog #self doubt #doubting your own feelings #doubting abuse #doubting whether it was bad #yes it was #you wouldn't be here if it wasn't #abuse #ask

[quirkwizard]

What do you think about the theory that not only was Midoriya born with a quirk that was taken from him but it was this very quirk that was eventually given to a quirkless Tenko Shimura by AFO (timeline would be a little close assuming it was stolen when he was a baby and immediately gave it to Tenko). It would not only add further parallels between the two characters and connect them beyond being there roles as successors but also explain there personality’s contradictions, (1/5)

where as Tomura despite himself saying he only wants to destroy everything over time has made room for his friends and ultimately sees the injustices in there society as a something that needs to be destroyed so no one would suffer like he did, meanwhile Midoriya selflessness and intense desire to save everyone with no regard to his own self slowly destroys himself in the process. If a quirk has an impact on personality then logic would dictate the body would try to balance this, but if you remove an intense “negative” emotions then it leaves an imbalance of intense “positive” emotions, (2/5)

which is why Midoriya has the personality of a cinnamon roll with an unnatural drive to break every bone in his body to help everyone. There’s also the fact OFA (possibly) seems to manifest differently depending on the users desires with the power, All Might wanted to be a symbol so that’s why he can bulk up, and Midroiya desires to have power to save people, even if it destroys him in the process. You can see that the injuries Shigaraki had during the end of the Redestro fight are drawn almost the exact same as Midoriya’s broken limbs during the sports tournament with Shoto when he repeatedly breaks his fingers over and over. (3/5)

I think this would work as a better reveal than a “I am your father” line as it would allow AFO to point out that Midoriya’s mere existence was the cause of so much suffering, and he could possibly even twist the idea that Midoriya subconsciously recognized his quirk all this time and that he didn’t want to save Tomura and instead he just wanted his quirk back (totally a lie AFO would use to unnerve him and make him question his ideas and motivations). (4/5)

If this is the case then that means not only would Shigaraki learn that everything bad that happened to him was AFO’s fault but there is the chance that as Midoriya has slowly builds his form in the realm of OFA, he may end up “regrowing” the decay quirk back, and use it to destroy AFO by making some kind of ultimate sacrifice, at best being unable to be a hero and at worst dying. (5/5)

I’ve talked about this before, but I really want to discuss want you presented.

I've never liked the theory, and I think you talking about it made me like it even less. Going by the evidence you presented, you need to make some seriously massive leaps with what we already know or ignore what has been established. Like how their Quirks match up with their personalities. You need to take some steps to try and justify that. Okay, so Tomura has some friends. That doesn't change the fact that he wants to destroy everything out of a sense of nihilism and misanthropy. Just because a character has some depth beyond their Quirk doesn’t mean it’s not their Quirk. Just because Bakugou wants to save protect people doesn’t mean "Explosion" isn’t his Quirk. Which do you think lines up better with "Decay"? Izuku "I will do everything in my power to save and protect everyone" Midoriya, or Tomura "I hate everything, thus I want to destroy everything without any regard for the people I am hurting" Shigaraki? Then there's stuff about personality and emotions, which doesn't line up with anything we've seen or know. And you're trying to tell me that Izuku isn't a culmination of all the positive and negative influences on his life, with his need to sacrifice being a mix of the heroic qualities of All Might and the sense of inferiority, but because some Quirk made him that way. We also already have an explanation for why Izuku hurts himself when he uses "One For All," and it’s not because it manifests differently for people, so why add another one?

Even if you get to the meat of the topic, I still don’t believe it. On top of all the logical hoops you have to jump through to justify that Izuku had a Quirk in the first place, you need to do a lot more to justify that he had "Decay". As they are five years apart, Izuku would have had to manifest this Quirk as a one year old. If Izuku had "Decay" as a one year old, how is he or anyone around him even alive? We saw what happened when Tenko used it. You're seriously telling me an infant had one of the most dangerous and uncontrollable Quirks in the series and didn't kill themselves or their parents by accident? I don't buy it. And yes, these characters have parallels, a lot of them. But how does that justify Izuku having "Decay"? What would be the point of any of this? To give Izuku another connection to Tomura? There are already plenty of those in the story, ones that don't require such massive leaps in logic. Trying to make Izuku guilty? That seems really off as well, because how could you possibly justify blaming someone or yourself for something they have zero control over? That's like someone knocking you out, stealing your kidney, using it to save a mob boss, and then trying to blame you for all the crimes he committed. And all that stuff you mentioned about how it would change the story? You could very easily still have that. Just have it be Tomura’s thing instead of passing it to Izuku. Have him realize all the awful things All For One has done to him and have Tomura turn "Decay" on him, either killing him or weakening him. It would be much stronger to give Tomura that moment than Izuku's.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Midoriya Izuku #Deku #Tomura Shigaraki #Decay #All For One #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

[branch-wdk53]

“A Thought Over Coffee”

I wrote this instead of analyzing an old text about the creation of the world.

A short Reinhardt and Haru interaction during LoR.

the door slowly creaked open, as it was pushed open, revealing a purple-haired man who was shadowed by the door. stepping through and closing the door, he looked over at the large window that had blue light pouring out. floating cars were abmist the cyan swirls of 'water'. walking across the main room, he sat himself in front of the counter, right next to the large window, at the view edge. at the other end of the counter, shrouded in darkness from being further from the window that provided the only light, was a green-haired girl pouring a cup of coffee.

it was silent for a while. the only noise being the quiet shuffling of movement and the sound of coffee pouring. there was a pause, then the girl walked over to the end of the counter, entering into the light with two cups of coffee in her hands. she places one in front of the man, then takes a sip a her's. "...thank you." he simply says.

the man takes a drink of his'. it was like this for a while. the two quietly enjoy a drink together, basking in each other's company. they both had their own teams to deal with and kept everyone in check, being the designated 'captains', so this was a well-needed break. even if they don't know each other that well, it wouldn't hurt to lend a helping hand to the other.

"may i ask, where have the others gone?” the man asked. the girl puts her cup on the counter, tapping it thoughtfully.

"they went up to the floor of philosophy. the assistant librarians of that floor dragged 'em away, saying they wanted to return a favor for the coffee. since they come down here once and a while." she answered.

he nods. "i see. i'm assuming you didn't join because of...?" he trails off, knowing that the history between her and that team can be... murky.

"mhm." she hums, confirming his thought.

silence looms over the two once more. the man looking out the window in deep thought, while the girl looks down at her drink in contemplation.

"i've heard... that you used to be an arbiter, right?" she finally says.

he looks back over to her, whom was still staring down at her cup. he slowly nods, "indeed, i was. do you have any thoughts about it?"

she shrugged. "kinda. like anyone else, i'm curious about what goes on in the mind of the head. but uh, from what i heard... you have a similar case to lady binah where your mind scrambling made you unable to remember?"

"yeah. i still have... trouble remembering what the city was exactly like. but enough to know other various secrets. just not the head itself." he states.

she nods. "okay. okay."

"...okay?" he repeats.

"... do you... how come you care a lot about us? wouldn't you have been more distant and observant like...?" she asks, slightly tilting her head.

"that is a curious thought, huh? i guess that... not remembering my role of looking down upon everyone else gave me a chance to act alongside you all. and with it... i suppose i developed empathy that way. or relearn it." he says. "i'm no longer the arbiter, nor do i plan to position myself back into that role. but i can't deny that i was him, so... i feel as though... i owe it to you all. being a former figure who did nothing but watch you all suffer."

she smiles a bit. "that's... a bit heartwarming to hear. i'm happy that you're so willing to be honest with us."

"i try, as best as i can anyway. there are still some things i prefer to keep to myself, but i assure you, it's nothing too terrible. in any other case, i'll be willing to express my thoughts on anything you come to me for."

#library hell #writing.logs

[crystalelemental]

"What about this fight against Lance?"  Oh shit, I know this one, this was uh...it was...was it Anni Raihan?  It needs trap, and there's Clear Advantage, so I'm pretty sure, but it's immune to flinch so now I'm not sure...

General Overview This one's a bit annoying.  Without Trap, you are basically unable to deal damage.  Kalos has a decent amount of trap, including Viola and Serena naturally, and 2/5 Shauna and SC Shauna with Attack Trap 4.  It's good stuff!  Unfortunately, the stage is immune to flinch and sleep.  So Serena's nuke suffers tremendously, while any attempts to flinch stall are dead.  Ramos has literally zero value here.  To compound issues, there are only two field effect setters in all of Kalos: SS Diantha, and NC Calem.  And you might get some silly thought into your head about hey, Calem's good.  Do not be deceived.  Unless you have NC Serena or SS Lysandre, Calem's field effects offer nothing but reduced damage, and because he can't reliably boost defenses, you're not in a great position.  The whole thing is really messy.

And the F2P situation is worse.  If you have the recent pairs, congrats, you're going to be okay.  If you don't, then I hope you picked up something premium.  There's a very, very easy solution on this one, but it requires a recent pair.  Only 1/5, but still, the odds of having pulled that are stacked against you.  There's a tougher solution, but it's manageable, using only options in the ticket scout.  Despite my best efforts, I could not get Lodge Sycamore to work.  The physical damage from Lance is too great, and Lodge Sycamore's sync too weak to succeed.  Lodge Serena was an idea, but without EX her sync is far too insufficient to take down Lance, to say nothing of the sides, and Lance is immune to flinch so there goes any miracle.

Drasna Pog Gaming This is your one easy solution.  If you pulled Drasna, congrats on the win.  Even 1/5, her heavy on-type DPS with Free Moves Next makes her effectively unstoppable.  After Sycamore's EX sync, she'll one-shot the sides.  She is extremely good.  Otherwise, get used to seeing Sycamore and Viola.  Viola is by far the better trap bot.  Without Sleep, Serena offers only DPS, and it's not the best.  Comparatively, Viola's debuffing special attack, which is the majority of Lance's attacks.

Psychic Supremacy If you got Olympia to 3/5 EX, this fight is also pretty easily won.  But that's a much taller order.  I can't speak to the effectiveness of this clear without 3/5 EX, I kinda feel like without the sync numbers her damage just isn't there.  Similarly, Dana can help, but I rely on her Synchro Healing to offset spread damage early in the fight so sync isn't too much of a problem.  You might get away with 1/5, but again, I can't speak to it.  The main thing to be aware of is that you will eat one sync, and that Dragon Rush is coming for you.  This is a good time for Dana to pop trainer move on herself, completely healing all damage and negating the Dragon Rush.  Otherwise, Olympia's DPS is fine to taking down sides for denials, it's really just the pressure on center.  Lance is a blob, and you really want all the firepower you can get.

The Other Trapper Serena has Fire Spin for trapping, making her a partial solution.  I just...really wish this wasn't immune to sleep.  If I were smarter, I would've put Shauna in front.  Her Spiky Shield would completely deny Dragon Rush, instead of letting it almost KO Sycamore.  Alas, I was not smart.  Serena's DPS is okay, but this is a legitimate struggle.  Both Sycamore and Shauna are EX, and without that double boost, I'm not confident Serena's DPS is sufficient to handle it.  Her sync is gonna bounce off him without sleep.  It's iffy, but possible.

Thank God For Reruns SS Serena is a really, really easy solution that's currently running.  She eats this stage alive. I think Restrain also counts against Lance's damage reduction crap, so Viola isn't even needed here, she's just the best offensive debuff bot we have and flinch/sleep don't matter.  I did let Sycamore sync first for the gauge management, but I'm not confident that's required.  If you Support caked Serena, I'm not sure it's worth it.

I Gotta It's Emma, come on man, I have to.  I feel like a lot of people went with Emma in their free PokeFair selection during anniversary, so here she is clearing.  Evelyn was my choice, thanks to the immediate bulk and team-wide gradual healing.  I so badly wish Evelyn had more to offer, but what can you do?  Emma's able to deal ridiculous damage on her Buddy move, but frankly even her obscene power kinda bounces off Lance's bullshit.  They really wanted a Tech nuke to take him down.  No deal, buddy.  Poison Fang can be unreliable, and honestly if you don't get it by your second try, just reset, it's too late.  There's a good argument to be made for Sycamore over Evelyn here, as far as the Support EX goes.  I didn't take it because I wanted to let Evelyn have something nice.

#extreme battle event #extreme battle clears

[bowandcurtsey]

Hello, dear Aine~!

I'm back with another request!

Can i have a story about BC boys who hurt their s/o accidentally during battle. Kinda badly.

This time i wanna request for Julius, William and Nozel please❤️

Hello Reyalee! you're back in my request box!! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

With fun requests again! hehe Hope you've been well! <3 This is very similar to THIS and the reckless series

Julius | William | Nozel x GN! reader

Julius Novachrono

When the magic emperor had to fight, it meant that the battle was pretty serious. You could barely see him, only streaks of light flashing in the sky. He was so focused on protecting the citizens as well as fighting the assailant that his magic accidentally hit you instead. He had too much on his plate; even turning the time back was too late by the time he noticed.

Thankfully you were still alive, and Julius apologised to you thousands of times. He felt so so bad; at the moment he hurt you, he still had to carry the responsibility of the king and was unable to come to you immediately.

He made sure you were nursed back to health properly, and personally changed your bandage and applied any ointment on your wounds when needed.

He wished he could exchange his position with you so he could be in pain for you. It was tormenting to watch you suffer because of him.

A part of him actually broke inside because of this incident; he had no idea how he could have done better. He was protecting the kingdom but in exchange, he had hurt you. He wondered if he even deserved you at some point.

You were not allowed to go on the battle field if he had to fight. You tried to protest, saying you were a magic knight and it was your responsibility.

"If I know that you're out there honey, I will not be able to focus my 100%. And that wouldn't be good.." he explained. And you had to oblige.

William Vangeance

The golden dawn was activated for an emergency because some intruders were trying to go pass the borders.

William activated his world tree magic, but along the way, you got hurt by the tree. It was trying to get to the enemy but he was fast, and you got attacked by Willam's magic instead.

Klaus saw the ordeal and rushed to his Captain for help.

By the time William arrived and released his magic, it was a little too late. You were unconscious. He knelt there, holding you, shouting for klaus to get mimosa as quickly as possible.

You were okay, but it would take some time for you to recover fully. After all, you nearly escaped death.

William blamed himself endlessly. He blamed himself for being careless, for not being good enough.

He felt so relieved when you woke up that he had tears in his eyes and he apologised to you over and over.

For the next few days, he would still apologise out of the blue and would have tears in his eyes. He never left your side and took care of your everything for you.

He wiped you down, he helped you to the washroom, he brought you whatever you wanted to eat. He was basically like your servant until you recovered.

And you let him be, because you knew that would make him feel slightly better.

Nozel Silva

It wasn't even on accident. He didn't have a choice. You were possessed by an elf and you were destroying everything in your way.

Nozel couldn't do it at first, but at one point, you regained your mind and there was tears in your eyes as you met with Nozel's.

"Just kill me, Nozel." you cried out before you were taken over again.

He didn't kill you of course. But you were hurt so badly. As the elf had no choice but to leave your close to lifeless body, Nozel quickly caught you.

He held you close to his chest as his heart ached so badly. His teeth were clenched together as he muttered "sorry"

He has never left your hospital room until you were awake. He ordered for servants to bring all his clothes, work and even send meals to your room.

"Are you feeling pain anywhere?" "Does your wound hurt?" "Do you need anything now?" he bombarded you with questions the moment you were awake.

Are you assured him you were fine, he took your hand in his and pulled it to his lips to give you a gentle kiss. This man will actually carry this guilt with him for a very long time. You had to give him a lot of assurance until he forgave himself for it.

-end-

#julius novachrono hcs #julius novachrono x reader #julius x reader #black clover julius #william vangeance x reader #black clover william #william vangeance hcs #william vangeance fluff #nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #black clover nozel #nozel x reader #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines