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bunnieswithknives · 5 months
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hello! Quick question, my friend is writing a YHS FIC and they really want to get the characters accurate. Do you have any major personality details about YHS!Bunny and what their goals are? Of why they want to investigate and stuff like that?
Also, if you don’t mind: In the Mx. Sinister animatic, there was a scene with bunny and a bunch of written papers and we’re having trouble deciphering some of them. What does this one say?
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Thanks in advance!!
Bunny is meant to be a character with schizophrenia, though I'm sure my portrayal isn't very accurate(partially just because I suck at staying in character lol) but this is nonetheless a central part of them!
Bunny's delusions and paranoia lead them to very frequently feel unsafe and isolated. Even when they aren't experiencing hallucinations, their negative symptoms mean they struggle to keep friends.
The disappearances caused a very sharp spike in their symptoms. Nova, previously being one of their few friends a suddenly withdrawing' and having 180 personality shift and was massive hit to their very slim social life and an even bigger hit to their paranoia. I'd say that was the moment when they went from a more passive paranoia to full blown red-string conspiracy, and obsessively taking pictures of everyone and everything (The polaroid camera is a result of one of their delusions, they are terrified of anything hosted digitally being tampered with and so the polaroid are loophole that they can use to assure themself of reality)
Bunny's main goal in life is to feel safe. Unfortunately for bunny, that's kind of unattainable in a town like that.
Especially in the current arc of having been kidnapped and tortured... yeah lets just say they aren't doing so well. Quite a few things they were paranoid about have been validated, they are in constant agony from their missing face chunk and they have developed multiple substance addictions from being force fed pills. Their safety is now totally and utterly out of their hands and I think its kind of broken them a little bit, they are so miserable and hopeless that its kind of wrapped back around. To put it simply they definitely have some Stockholm syndrome going on.
Fizzy takes care of them, Fizzy helps feed them, Fizzy makes sure they don't bleed to death after Chaos hurts them.
Chaos likes(?) their company, Chaos gives them happy pills, Chaos doesn't kill them.
In a very twisted way Fizzy and Chaos are all that they have, and the only people who still care about them.
As for the photo:
it doesn't say anything in particular, its meant to be incoherent nonsense but if I remember correctly its "No" "Yakuza?" "Could be" "Spies?" "Maybe"
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etz-ashashiyot · 7 days
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You know how sometimes arguing a point is losing?
Like if you engage the argument at all you are inherently putting up for debate things that should never be up for debate and the argument itself is degrading?
You see this with interpersonal gaslighting:
A gaslighter doesn’t simply need to be right. They also need for you to believe that they are right. In stage one, you know that they’re being ridiculous, but you argue anyways. You argue for hours, without resolution. You argue over things that shouldn’t be up for debate  – your feelings, your opinions, your experience of the world. You argue because you need to be right, you need to be understood, or you need to get their approval. In stage one, you still believe yourself, but you also unwittingly put that belief up for debate. In stage two, you consider your gaslighter’s point of view first and try desperately to get them to see your point of view as well. You continue to engage because you’re afraid of what their perspective of you says about you. Winning the argument now has one objective :  proving that you’re still good, kind, and worthwhile. In stage three, when you’re hurt, you first ask, “What’s wrong with me?” You consider their point of view as normal. You start to lose your ability to make your own judgements. You become consumed with understanding them and seeing their perspective. You live with and obsess over every criticism, trying to solve it.
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But you also see this on a broader societal level, with people asking unfathomably awful questions about minority groups, such as:
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It should go without saying, but no group of people should be forced to explain that yes, they really are real people, dickheads. The question doesn't deserve an answer; it deserves at best a disgusted eyeroll + "Are you a Nazi?" and at worst a punch to the face.
There is also the related phenomenon of the "when did you stop beating your wife?" type questions. The question is framed as a yes or no question, but the real answer for the innocent is: "I've never beaten my wife and never would." But even that answer still dignifies the question with a real response and puts the idea in the mind of the listener that hey maybe that's a real possibility and this guy is lying because of course he wouldn't just admit that. Now I don't know what to believe, but I'm skeptical.
Even if he answers, doubt has been cast on his character and many people (maybe even most people) neither have the attention span to listen to his full counter argument and supporting evidence nor are invested enough in strangers' lives to take the time to dig for facts on their own. Critically, it comes from a good impulse that shouldn't be repressed or taken too far in the opposite direction; namely, that we want to believe survivors and make it socially acceptable to speak out about abuse.
This leaves us with the uncomfortable reality that balancing believing survivors and whistle-blowers against not automatically believing allegations that very well may be false and/or in bad faith is a very tricky balancing act indeed. Because of this, people tend to struggle with taking survivors seriously and with presuming innocence until guilt has actually been proven, both. And as for the latter, this is at least partially due to the same psychological factors underlying the Don't Think of an Elephant problem.
Why am I discussing this?
See the thing is that these types of discourse have all been used, heavily, against the Jewish community, especially since Oct 7th, but really going back hundreds of years.
If you want to be our ally, you need to be on guard for how people use this rhetoric to accuse Jews of absolutely batshit cookoo bananas allegations (like being lizard people or having horns, or secretly running the world, or killing Christian babies to use their blood in our matzah, etc. etc.) and get away with it. Now obviously if so many people weren't already racist towards Jews as a people and had a vested interest in maintaining their supercessionist cultural worldview from Christianity and Islam, it would be a lot harder for this to work. Alas, the past 2000 years has created a bit of a snowballing effect.
This culminates in the effect described so well by Sartre:
Never believe that anti-Semites are completely unaware of the absurdity of their replies. They know that their remarks are frivolous, open to challenge. But they are amusing themselves, for it is their adversary who is obliged to use words responsibly, since he believes in words. The anti-Semites have the right to play. They even like to play with discourse for, by giving ridiculous reasons, they discredit the seriousness of their interlocutors. They delight in acting in bad faith, since they seek not to persuade by sound argument but to intimidate and disconcert. If you press them too closely, they will abruptly fall silent, loftily indicating by some phrase that the time for argument is past.
— Jean-Paul Sartre
Right now, Jews are facing extreme levels of these types of rhetorical abuse, and are receiving very little help in the way of pushback.
We have to stop trying to explain ourselves and start just naming these tactics instead.
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teriri-sayes · 1 year
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Reactions to Miracle Creator's Chapter 143
TLDR; Everyone worried about Cale. Toonka spreading Caleism to Evil Faction members. HD visits Cale in his bedroom at midnight.
Soos? LSH = ✅ CJS = ✅
Everyone's Reactions Brain Demon: *speechless* Raon: Human! Human! Cale: (This is driving me nuts! I'd rather faint!) VoH: *energetic* Cale, you need to cough more blood to feel better! Raon: Human! No! Don't faint! Wake up! Ron: Young master. Cale: (Is that vicious voice Ron's? It's kinda scary. Why is it like this every time? No, it's okay if I cough blood, but can't I cough blood gracefully and normally?) VoH: Impossible. Cale, how is coughing blood graceful? Cale: P-Please...*coughs* ...I-I know-... HD: ...Did you know it would be like this? ...Did you agree to the experiment knowing that you'd cough blood like this? Why did you not tell me beforehand then? If you had told me, I would have found another way! How can you take your life so lightly! *feels angry and guilty* Cale: (No, no. That's not what it is. When I first heard the plan, I thought it was worth a try! But while I was doing it, I had a hunch that it was going bad, so this happened!) Cale: *closes his eyes in frustration because he couldn't say aloud his feelings* Raon: Human, no! Wake up! I will destroy everything! *touches Cale's cheeks* Cale: (I didn't pass out!) *opens eyes because of Raon* Cale: (Is this supposed to be horror? My appearance must be more horrible than most ghosts or monsters.) *laughs at the thought* HD: *no longer calm* Are you in the mood to laugh now? Ron: He must be. *smiles* We will take care of the young master. CH and Beacrox: *takes Cale from HD and supports him* Sui: *sighs and presses his temples* CJS: *hides face behind his hat but unable to hide his fluctuating energy* While everyone was panicking, Cale was like "How do I cough blood gracefully?" and "I must look more horrible than monsters and ghosts"... 🤣🤣🤣
HD joins the worrying-about-Cale club. And VoH talks back at Cale's wish to cough blood gracefully 😂
Unfortunately, we didn't see Raon shoving apple pie in Cale's mouth.
As for the other people, Splitter Saint was in awe of Cale's sacrifice and came to a realization something. He wished to be Cale's disciple, but knew his chance was slim, so he said that YMKim would be his master in his heart. And Elder Ho was agreeing like he understood, being the Caleism believer he is. 😂
Toonka Spreading Caleism This part was touching and funny for me. The Sima siblings and Ha Mun were worried about Cale, but Toonka just laughed and reassured them that Cale would be fine. He then proceeds to tell them about Cale's past blood coughing episodes and sacrifices, and everyone listens intently... Ah, is this the beginning of Caleism in the Evil Faction? 🤣
The flashback of Cale and Toonka's conversation was also funny: Cale: Toonka. Are you close with the Evil Faction these days? Toonka: Yes! We fight every day! Cale: Good. Then continue being friends with the people from the Evil Faction. Don't get hurt. Ah, what am I saying? Toonka: Hahaha! Cale: Sigh. Anyway, find out what they are doing.
Cale is still in denial that he's worried about Toonka. 🤣🤣🤣
There was also another part where Toonka thought that Cale would be fine because he was not the kind of person to die and leave the young dragon behind. He believed that Cale would not turn away from someone weaker (originally) than him, someone he needed to protect. Aww... 🥰
Heavenly Demon's Night Visit Another funny part. HD visited Cale in the middle of the night and found him lying on the bed in agony. But our tsundere Cale claimed that he was perfectly fine, having been full from the steak and cookies he had eaten... Of course, HD did not believe him. 😂
Ending Remarks Frankly, I was disappointed that the reaction of LSH and CJS was only one sentence while the murim world characters had paragraphs of it. 😑 Toonka's thoughts were quite endearing though.
Next chapter will be more HD and Cale conversation, so look forward to it!
P.S. Here's a fanart I drew of HD supporting the bloody Cale (and the reason why I posted my reaction post so late, ehehe):
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The Korean characters on the left are "Heavenly Demon and Cale."
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underwaterbanshee · 6 months
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I love your post about Tula, I just finished the latest ep of burrows end and I am SCROUNGING for theories.
What do you think she was ‘fundamentally lying’ about?? I’ve seen a couple posts floating around:
- one was how maybe Geoffrey could’ve been a bad husband and Tula didn’t save him because of it (maybe killed him?)
- Another was, maybe the Blue (radiation?) is killing her to use it?
- Another good one, was maybe Tula isn’t their (Jaysohn and Lila’s) bio mother.
I don’t have a very good or original educational guess, but I don’t think she killed Geoffrey. I do think she knows what did, and she’s lying so her children aren’t vengeful. She doesn’t want her children chasing power, to avenge their dad, or getting caught up in what he was deeply in.
I think it’s been said before, but in some of Geoffrey’s art he has a little grass belt, and the only other stoats we’ve seen have tools/clothes, was in Last Bast. (I can see the connection there, but we’ve also seen Viola have ‘accessories’, so it could just be a red herring.)
I think maybe Tula knows more about Last Bast (or humans) than she lets on, possibly from Geoffrey (if the grass belt is a connection.) I think Geoffrey saw something, or knew something in Last Bast, and ran. Eventually, he found the red Warren, fell in love, and started a family.
Now with an invested interest to keep his family safe, he’s using what he learned in Last Bast in the Red Warren, which somehow got him killed. (By a human? Maybe? The humans that saw Thorn seemed more interested than expressing a want to kill him - maybe humans want to test the stoats for radiation sickness, or something like that?) it’s giving watership down meets Chernobyl, the natural world clashing with human disasters.
Just some thoughts! I feel like there’s so many clues and pieces on the board, but no lines connecting them. There’s an allegory that I’m not catching, and it’s driving me NUTS.
What do you make of this? :)
(sorry for the long ask! Just excited!)
omg this is my very first ask and I'm trying to be normal about it
So, it's been a few days and I've been going over this in my head and here are my conclusions to your lovely, lovely ask <3
The lie is probably something incredibly mundane.
Adults lie to children all the time. Lila is going through what every child goes through as they become a teenager--she's starting to see the cracks between reality, truth, and the fictions adults use to process an unfair world.
I think it is entirely possible that when the lie is revealed, an adult audience might go, "Oh, that's not a big a deal," while Lila overreacts with betrayal.
It's entirely possible Geoffrey is from Last Bast.
The only thing I'm basing this on, besides character art, is that Tula is based on Mrs. Brisby from Secret of NIMH and Last Bast is giving me Rats of NIMH vibes, not secret authoritarian cult vibes (which is an entirely different post that I'll probably never write). I mean, the Rats had magic and electricity.
Also, Brian might be analogous to Jenner, the power hungry Rat, the First Stoats might be like Nicodemus, just like Bennett is probably Justin.
Did I want Bennett to be a fuckable version of Justin for Tula? Yes. But that's only because my childself wanted Justin and Mrs. Brisby to end up together. Baby Banshee didn't understand why that wouldn't work. She wanted love to win.
Anyway.
Based on how much the Red Warren Family popped off against Last Bast during this episode, I don't know if there will be more Secret of NIMH elements playing out. It's possible Tula could bring up Geoffrey and get confirmation on that but I don't think it's important to our stouts anymore.
But wouldn't it be interesting if Tula knew about Last Bast before they arrived? Didn't someone say something about lies of omission?
Mrs. Brisby's character arc is about having enough courage to move her family while her son has pneumonia. She confronts an owl, a cat, and a power hungry rat who deliberately puts moving the mouse family's home in jeopardy, in order to keep her family safe.
During most of the story, her children are in the dark about what she's doing to keep them alive and protect their future.
What an amazing archetype as Tula's touchstone.
One of the great things about the d20 campaigns is not only the mashup but how the players resolve the mashup after making a mess. I might be seeing lots of NIMH being laid down, now that the Watership Down portion is somewhat resolved but I'm prepared to be totally wrong as maybe our vicious varmints take us in a new direction.
Like I said--obsessed with Tula =^_^=
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UNRELIABLE NARRATORS; SIDE C
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Dr. John Watson Propaganda:
He literally admits that he changes his stories. "One day the true stories may be told"? Do I need to say more?
Gideon Nav Propaganda:
(Spoilers for Ht9) She just. Fully ignores most of the magic plot happening around her in the first boom to be a dyke. In the second book it’s even less reliable and it’s fully fucking insane. It’s first person but she’s telling YOU (harrow) what is happening and it’s impossible to decipher. The appearance and personality of every character is fully morphed by Gideon’s mean dykishness.
MASSIVE spoilers. Like even mentioning that this is a thing is a huge fucking spoiler. I normally don’t care about spoilers that much but I legitimately feel awful for anyone with even a passing interest in reading these books who has this spoiled for them. Anyway. Yeah turns out the second-person narration is actually a first-person narration by the dead girl living in Harrow’s head whose death traumatized Harrow (and the entire fandom) so badly that she literally lobotomized herself to forget it and give Gideon a chance at not having her soul digested.
constantly adds her own commentary, does not pay attention to the interesting moving parts of the plot bc she's too busy looking at pretty girls, cannot be trusted to read her own intentions correctly never mind anyone else's. I love her dearly
she just doesn’t notice or doesn’t give a shit about a ton of plot-essential information. Harrow and Palamedes are talking about a necromantic theorem that would blow open the entire story if we could hear them? You can instantly feel Gideon’s eyes glaze over and her mind wander to the nearest available hot girl, and our attention goes with her. It’s handled so smoothly that you might not even notice it happening until a second or third read.
More Propaganda under cut!
Gideon Nav is all but useless as a narrator, and we love her for it. So first of all, she knows absolutely nothing. She grew up under a rock. Almost literally. When the plot is happening near her, she almost never tells us about it. Politics, history, and the magic system are boring. Let her know when there's something she can FIGHT. She also has very selective emphasis and focus that can change a scene completely without ever actually lying. She can tell the same story—to us, in her third-person narration as a factual recounting—and in one version the incident will be a schoolyard scuffle, while a later telling will reveal it to have been a near-homicide. She'll confidently interpret other character's motivations and emotions, only to later be proven wrong. But the thing that makes her REALLY unreliable? She lies to HERSELF constantly. She will tell us in her narration that she doesn't give a shit where someone disappeared to, and then spend the whole day searching for them. She'll say she hates someone, when. Well....
okay so i am actually going to do one segment about her own book and one about harrow’s so many apologies and also many spoilers ahead okay? okay so in gideon the ninth it’s a well known thing that she’s an unreliable narrator on two fronts: she lies to herself and therefore us about how she’s feeling and what she’s thinking, and also she isn’t paying attention to the plot at all. the only things she pays any attention to are hot girls, swords, and hot girls with swords. at one point she watches their only way out be sealed off and is so bored about it that she goes to sleep watching it happen, taking absolutely no note of “oh hey they’re trapping us here”. later someone asks IN FRONT OF HER “hey where did all our shuttles go” and shes like “😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌” and still does not make the connection. babygirl. but THEN!!!!! in HARROW the ninth (MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD) gideon is the narrator the ENTIRE TIME (except for the revised canaan house parts) and not only does she editorialize, she also straight up lies about events and motivations! partially justified by her being inside harrow’s head, but like. babygirl. beloved. the interjections of “holy fuck” and “pommel” and othersuch things is so important to my mental health and wellbeing. thank you. thank you for lying to us so so much.
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rootbeerworshiper · 3 months
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Normal (part 7)
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pairing: fem!character + matt sturniolo
summery: Abigail and Matt have been best friends for years and practically grew up together. the two hiding their feelings for one another, until one stupid drunken dare changes things.
warnings: slight anxiety attack at the end but nothing too major
love, sienna <3
abigail’s pov again!
i’ve been back home for a few days now.
well, not home exactly, i haven’t spoken to my parents in years, but Marylou always insists i stay over for the duration of my visits so that’s exactly what i do.
it’s been good being back though.
i missed Nate so much and i’ve basically been hanging out with him every chance i get.
we’ve already have two “family” movie nights which i cherish more than anything. cuddling with Chris and Trevor on the couch wearing Christmas pyjamas even though it’s summer and making jokes with Jimmy about stupid shit.
i’ve also had Marylou there for me, teaching me all her favourite recipes that she knows her own kids will never be capable of making.
i wasn’t “home” but this is the closet thing i have and i’m content with that.
i’ve seen my sister too, it’s a little weird when you go from seeing someone everyday and crying in their arms to getting coffee once every few months, but i think it’s best for us to be on our own for the most part.
trauma bonds some people, and it separates others, just wish the ladder didn’t happen with us.
being back was needed, it always is.
i moved out to LA purely because of Matt.
when we were kids the plan was always for me to go wherever he went, though i’d much rather stay in Boston, i was happy anywhere as long as i was with my best friend. i needed desperately to be with him at all times.
speaking of my best friend, things have gone back to normal, and i think i’m okay with it.
i’ve been journaling a lot more, trying to process all the emotions i’ve been feeling and it’s been helping a lot to map everything out.
sure, it hurt getting rejected, but it’s nothing i wasn’t expecting. Matt’s my best friend, i can’t expect him to want to be anything more, it wouldn’t be fair to him.
so things have been good.
we’ve still kept up with our late night Mcdonald’s runs where we talk about nothing and everything and watch the stars through the sunroof.
we still cling to each others side in social settings.
and we still help each other with our bad habits, even though for me it’s just an excuse to hold his hand.
although on the outside things were normal, something felt different, emotionally.
it’s as if he’s not telling me something, or maybe he’s just closing himself off. either way i don’t like how it makes me feel, and i don’t like that he has that effect on me.
i am still planning on telling him how i feel, at least i think.
i need the closure, even if his only reaction is to distance himself more, i can’t keep doing this to myself.
and maybe when he rejects me i’ll actually be able to move on and stop being delusional.
god i just wish he wasn’t so good with his mouth, that would make this a lot easier.
i sit in the back of the minivan with Nick and Nate to either side of me as we head on a small road trip to Vermont.
i’ve always loved the east coast, i love the way the trees over take the outdoors and i love all the wildlife that comes with it.
it’s also extremely nostalgic for me because it reminds me of all the Sturniolo road trips i’ve tagged along for growing up.
“are you sure you’re okay if we vlog this?” Chris asks, looking back to me as i zone back into reality. i bite my lip momentarily, because as much as i’d rather not be subjected to the hate that comes with being their friend, i also don’t want to stop them from making content.
so i nod. “yeah it’s okay, i feel like they already know me anyways so it should be fine” i shrug, referring to the viewers that have watched every video my best friends have posted.
but i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t, because i love watching them in their element.
“how much longer till we’re there?” Nick asks Matt, who’s been much more quiet than normal this car ride.
“like 15 minutes i think, we could’ve been there already if Abigail didn’t take forever getting ready” i gasp dramatically.
“i can’t believe you are throwing me under the bus like that Matthew cmon” i bring my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on them.
little do i know Matt’s watching me from the rear view mirror trying to hide his flustered face.
it’s quiet for a moment before the song playing on the speakers changes, and i know what song it is right away.
“Matt why are you playing this corny shit” Chris complains, running his hand through his hair.
i’m so incredibly uncomfortable because i know exactly what playlist is playing and now i know that Matt’s listened to the song that describes my entire life.
i’m not dumb, i knew he was on the playlist, but he hadn’t listened to it in so long and i had been playing it more, and well i love Lizzy Mcalpine.
Matt furrows his eyebrows. “i think it’s cute, you’re just incapable of being romantic”
Chris is clearly annoyed with that response, although it makes me blush slightly, i just sit and watch. “shut the fuck up Matt at least i have the balls to be honest”
i can see the way Matt stops breathing, as if he’s frozen in place. “watch your mouth Chris or i swear to god i’ll drive this car into a tree”
it’s awkwardly silent for a second. “okay! anyways what are we planning on doing when we get there” Nate chimes in, attempting to bring the mood up.
“wait oh my god can we please see the alpacas again i miss them” i chime in, a smile immediately forming on my face. i see Matt now smiling too, both of us internally reminiscing on how often we’d spend time with the animals together growing up.
“we definitely have to, i also wanna hit up the shops because they always have good stuff” he replies, looking to the rear view mirror yet again while waiting for a reply.
“maybe we can find stuff to finally decorate your dungeon of a room too” i joke, but i do mean it, i can’t stand a bland bedroom.
Chris of course is having the time of life laughing at this. “Chris don’t act like your room is any better you all lack interior design skills it breaks my heart”
soon enough we make it to the cabin we’re staying at, and i’m literally giddy with excitement. coming here never gets old.
somehow it smells better here, like the leaves provide a freshness you just can’t get in LA.
i grab my duffel bag out of the trunk and make my way inside, still smiling like a kid on christmas morning.
we situate in our rooms, i’m sharing with Nick as always but i definitely don’t mind because our late night talks bring me so much happiness.
for a moment i forget about Matt, i’m just completely and utterly stress free.
well i forget about him until i look over and see the way his hair falls perfectly just in front of his eyes. fuck i’m so down bad it’s embarrassing.
once we’ve set our selves up we decide to go see the alpacas first since i’ve practically been begging the whole car ride…
“OH MY GOD MATT STOP” i grab his arm and begin to run towards the alpaca enclosure “the ugly one is still here oh my god i love him”
he must be in a bad mood all of a sudden based on the lack of expression on his face and by the way he drops my hand. “yeah why wouldn’t he be? it hasn’t been that long since we’ve been here”
i try to hide the small frown that wants to make its way to my face. Matt was always my biggest supporter and even if he didn’t care what i was talking about, he’d be my biggest fan as i rambled on.
“okay wait we need to feed them they look hungry” Chris laughs, clearly not sensing the tension that was formed moments prior.
Nick walks over with Nate, camera in hand. i forgot that that was happening, a smile now making its way onto my face, although i definitely don’t feel happy.
it’s hard to avoid thinking about the pit in my stomach, but i’m probably just being over dramatic.
“look at his goofy ass” Nate says as he feeds the ugly alpaca Matt and i bonded over two summers ago.
we all take our turns feeding the alpacas and my mood takes a turn for the better. i have to focus on the friends surrounding me and forget about the boy i can’t stop thinking about.
the rest of the day is nice, just doing what we’ve been doing for years, buying the same snow cones and visiting the same stores.
nothing makes me more happy then spending time with my favourite people, as insanely corny as that sounds they are my chosen family.
something about the way i can smell the tree sap as i walk on uneven dirt roads while talking about absolutely nothing. i just really wish the small action of Matt from earlier didn’t effect my mood so much.
but him affecting my mood is nothing new.
by now it’s dark outside, which is my favourite time because of the sky. i instinctively go to tell Matt about the constellations i see in the sky, grabbing his arm without a second thought.
before he can even react i take my arms off of him, now remembering what happened earlier today. “sorry i just noticed the big dipper and wanted to tell you”
“okay” he replies shrugging and continuing to walk, not once taking a glance at the stars above us.
okay?
is that what we say to each other now when we express something we’re passionate about?
okay?
i cant hide the hurt on my face but unfortunately Nick notices right away, i can see the way the gears turn in his head and i know he’s about to say something so i shoot him a look. this doesn’t need to become a big deal.
so we carry on as normal, Chris and Nate throwing some huge stick into a nearby creek while Nick yells at them to stop.
leaving Matt and i standing in what was now awkward silence. not something i’ve had with him often.
we make it back to the cabin and i head straight back to my room. i feel so over stimulated and want nothing more than to take of my denim shorts and rot in bed.
so i do just that, for a moment anyways, just finally making myself comfortable with multiple fuzzy blankets when Nick enters our shared room and sits on the bed next to me.
i let out a sigh. i cant keep these thoughts to myself and although i normally tell Nathan, he’s busy having fun with Chris and Matt doing whatever it is they’re doing in the living room.
“Abigail” he states.
“Nicolas” i reply, followed by yet another dramatic sigh.
he shoots me a concerned look, it’s evident how well he knows me. “wanna inform me on what’s happening?”
i pull a blanket over my face and groan, before eventually coming back out to meet Nicks face still looking at me.
“are you prepared for me to rant for the next ten minutes?” i ask “i have lots to get off my chest”
he shuffles in bed, kicking off his shoes and placing a blanket on his lap. “i’m always prepared”
so i do what i warned him. i talk for the next few minutes, explaining my feelings, the moment in the hot tub, and how that all leads to now.
i try my best to avoid crying because a part of me won’t allow it. my dads voice echoing in the back of my brain telling me to grow up. “i don’t know what i did wrong, i don’t know what to do Nick. i cant live like this anymore”
he hugs me and i immediately break. every feeling i’ve bottled up for years pouring out into his chest.
he just rubs my back as i cry. he doesn’t even need to say anything.
and we stay like this for a while before i pull away.
“i just feel so stupid. part of me thought that the moment in the hot tub would lead to more. i thought that maybe he liked me back or maybe- i don’t know.” i sniffle, trying to gain composure because although i just let myself cry, i don’t feel proud of it.
“Abi you’re allowed to feel. you are a human being with emotions and you need to feel them.” i nod, a tear still making its way down my face. “i can’t give you advice until you speak to him. you’re right, this can’t go on anymore, but until you say something it will.”
“but-“ i begin
“but nothing. obviously he’s being an asshole right now but neither of you know where you stand and that’s confusing for both sides. you can’t keep this in anymore, it’s not normal nor is it healthy. okay?” he finishes, waiting for a response.
i sigh. “okay. not tonight though, i need to process what i’m gonna say i think.” i reply, pulling the blankets back up to my chin. “you can go hangout with them if you want i know i’m being annoying right now”
“don’t say stupid shit you’ll never annoy me.” he slaps my arm playfully, causing a smile to form on my face.
i don’t know why it feels so difficult to tell Matt how i feel. he’s my best friend. the only person in the world who knows everything about me, other than the fact that i’m in love with him. and it breaks my heart that i struggle to tell him.
i just wish it didn’t matter this much to me i wish i didn’t base my self worth off of how much a boy looks at me or if he’s excited about the things that make me happy. i’m nothing without him. i mean without Matt i don’t know who i am, and now he’s pushing me away all because of a stupid drunken fling
it breaks my heart that no matter how hard i’ve tried to suppress these feelings i’m forced to confront them. maybe i’m running away from what i feel, or maybe i’m choosing the safer option.
the option that’s supposed to leave me less hurt.
yet here i am with Nick sleeping beside me, trying to suppress more tears.
my heart rate increases and my breathing speeds up. god i feel so weak, so stupid, so hopeless.
if Matt were here he’d tell me to focus on my breath. he’d hold my hands and talk me through all my worries. he’d rub my back till i’ve fully calmed down and then do some stupid baby voice to cheer me up.
if he were here i’d be whole again, but he’s not, and i’m just here at three in the morning stressed and alone.
i need fresh air.
a/n: i kinda hate this i think but that’s okay lolz
taglist: @athaliahxoxo
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i know i'm usually only here once a week on the weekends anyway, but i also do tend to get on mobile a lot throughout the week. i haven't been, and that's because so much is going on in my life right now that the thought of getting online here just isn't even in my head right now. it isn't important.
while i do enjoy this hobby a lot, it is still just that -- a hobby. and i will come back to it when my life isn't so chaotic. that could be two days from now or two weeks from now...who knows. but i'm just letting you guys know that my activity (while it's already low) will be extremely sparse and i am going to prioritize established mutuals over new ones.
i am always on discord and everyone is welcome to message me there if you want to talk or yell about our characters. if i don't respond right away, please understand that i have a lot going on right now.
if you want details of what's been going on, it's under the cut.
at the end of september/beginning of october, our water was cut off because of the water company being absolutely shady and manipulative and lying to us for months prior, and we and to figure out how to come up with over $2,000 very quickly because living without running water in today's world is just not feasible, especially when everything else in your house is working completely normally. luckily we only had to go a few days without water, but the situation was just a fucking nightmare especially because on top of it, my wife and i were working our new-ish jobs as normally as we possibly could; she works 32 hours a week and i work 40, both of us work with children. i was on my lunch break trying to figure out how much water my wife had to buy when she got off work just so we could flush our toilets once or twice throughout the night. i was in my preschool classroom sitting in the floor cutting out laminated farm animals while on the phone with the water company who told me i had insufficient funds in my account when i was staring at my bank that said $2,400 at that moment in time. my wife had to be woken up so she could take cash down to the water company and they had our water back on within 30 minutes, but the stress of all of the bullshit we were going through doesn't just go away.
the week after that was also extremely stressful and overstimulating because of things out of our control.
the past week has been spent worrying about my cat, who has deteriorated EXTREMELY rapidly. she won't eat her normal food, she is constantly getting dirty somehow, her eyes are almost always stuck shut every day and i have to clean them every morning, she's lost so much weight in such a short amount of time and has no energy for anything other than sitting in the same spot. because we work so much, we have not had the time to even call a vet much less make an appointment for her. we managed to get her in somewhere on monday, but that means i'm having to miss work. i've been feeding her liquid/broth cat food and continuing to clean her every day so she can function, though.
the brakes on our car have also deteriorated extremely quickly in the last week, and they're being replaced today. getting an appointment on a sunday of all days was stressful, and trying to plan it around what my wife has had going on for work this weekend was also very stressful. my wife has had only one day off this week and still has to go back to work tomorrow after a weekend of nothing but overstimulation and stress. the brakes are going to be over $500 to have fixed.
my wife's grandfather has also been in critical condition for a while now, and they are expecting him to pass within the next three weeks. we will both have to plan for paying for plane tickets to the funeral, as well as mentally preparing for dealing with her (extremely conservative & fucking awful) family.
all of this is on top of me working with preschool aged autistic children, and things have been chaotic and stressful there too. i'm not going to be at work tomorrow when we're getting a new student, and whenever the normal teachers are out of the classroom, the kids are thrown off completely and end up acting out. but i quite literally just have no other option, my cat HAS to go to the vet. she should have gone last week, but again, we just have not had the time.
who knows what else will pop up in the meantime. i am autistic and all of this overstimulation is not good for my mental health AT ALL. my wife has been extremely depressed lately and all of this is not good for HER mental health at all. we are both just trying to survive right now, but shit will not stop happening.
so i hope everyone can see why tumblr roleplay is quite literally the last thing on my mind right now.
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okay here’s the thing about bloody mary. it’s one of the most essential episodes of one of the best seasons of the show. it’s literally the kickoff for the beloved psychic sam arc, and the way it’s done is BRILLIANT. the rambling is under the cut, but first i’ll say that of course the born-again identity is a fantastic episode. it has sam 1) making a friend and 2) suffering immensely, plus the plot-driven sam elements too, so i’m here for it, i am! but it’s NOT bloody mary.
so you’ve got all the nostalgic classics of this era of the show (which i'm having to cut down on for length oops): familiar lore but a good mystery; the lighting & desaturation, the clothes & hair, the shots that are eerily similar to ones seasons down the line (the ahbl and levee parallels alone, oh my god!!!); salmondean lying out of their asses and failing miserably; the bantering; “it might not be our thing” “when is it ever not our thing”; more lying and snooping; the side character of the week experiencing some genuinely scary shit, like, actual horror-movie horror; lines that are funny when you watch them but horribly ironic in hindsight (“600 years of bad luck”); committing b&e and property damage...you get the gist. and sam comes from all this. you can take s7 era away from sam and still have him, but you can't take away this. the roots of the show are the roots of him.
anyway, throughout it all, sam has nightmares. horrible nightmares that we experience with him, but we think they’re normal, and dean thinks they’re normal, and then sam says he has a secret. and we realize that it’s been building up to something. the pinnacle: sam, eyes bleeding, black veins crawling up his face, trying desperately to kill his own reflection as it tells him he’s inhuman. how many times did we see this happen metaphorically over the next five seasons? how huge is this theme for his character? and right here, right now, late at night in an old antique store in midwestern ohio, this is when it starts, when it’s raw, when he’s face to face not with a random character parallel but with himself and the literal mirrors all around him are the inescapable threat and we the audience have our stomachs drop as we realize for the first time that he’s not the Normal One. he’s the Other. there is something Wrong. you had those nightmares for days before she died.
and his reflection told him it was his fault jess died. and he tells the motw victim’s daughter that it’s okay, you couldn’t have stopped your loved one’s death, you should forgive yourself; but when he gets in the car with dean, he keeps his secret. to be normal, to be safe.
and then that last fucking shot, oh my god, those five incredible seconds of cinema: jess standing on a street corner as they drive away with the classic rock music in the background. continuing to raise the question of his psychicness, and ephemeral as ever in her white nightgown, wind in her hair, staring right at him and then she’s gone. and 15 seasons later he will still be thinking about her, and this moment is the last time he ever truly sees her.
this episode is so fundamental. it captures the essence of old-school-spn sam while having narrative and cinematic elements that set the stage for his character throughout the entire rest of the show. born-again identity is sam with a crisis in a hospital; bloody mary is sam with a crowbar and a secret. born-again identity is one of those episodes that’s about him; bloody mary is one of those episodes that’s the heart of him. and bloody mary deserved to win.
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Round 1 poll 17: Phagocytes from Your Body vs Micheal Haggerty from Murder she Wrote
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Phagocytes
They're white blood cells. They protect your body from pathogens by engulfing them, trapping them in a membrane and digesting them. I imagine them as dogs that leap on pathogens and eat them. I love them so much
Micheal Haggerty
God he is just. So. <3333 He's from a less talked about show anyway, and he's a reoccurring character but he's only in like 8 episodes so his fanbase is literally just me and my one friend who knows nothing about him except that I love him and frequently go crazyinsane in our dms about him. So saying he's a rare blorbo might be a bit of an understatement lmao But anyway I am So So Normal about him (<- lying) He's a British spy of Irish decent, the audience barely knows what his real name is, me and my friend call him DennisMichael because those are two of the aliases he went by when I first started getting insane about him. I want to distill his voice and ferment it into wine. I don't love him in the normal want to fuck that old man sense I want him to give me a hug and read me a bedtime story I want to gently tend to his wounds I want him to gently tend to my wounds I want to take him to a carnival and win him a giant stuffed monkey ect ect ect. He has a weird gay thing going on with the protagonist (they're m/f but in a very bisexual way so it's a weird gay thing) and also keeps inadvertently putting her in danger and also gets her put in jail in one episode but i haven't gotten there yet so I don't know the details but it is to keep her safe <3 Yeah I'm normal about him I swear. I could talk so much more about him but I will save your eyes. DennisMichaelsweep <3
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pegasusgemini · 6 months
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<Lord of The Mysteries> Multi-Character Audio Drama - Special Episode: -Spoiler Title-
<SPOILERS AHEAD> For the end of LotM Book 1
Special Episode: Klein's Niece (Translated by u/windvally) on Reddit
Release Date: May 28th, 2021
Platform: Himalaya Audio Book APP
Re-post: Feel free to post this on Reddit etc., so the script can be read by others.
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Klein's Niece POV:
Today, I greeted Mr.Fool~
I told Dakye about this, but he didn’t believe me. (TL note: The name sound like “Dakye” [达克耶], no script to see the actual Chinese word used for the name, so I can only guess. Seems like an alias used by Leonard)
I wasn’t lying to him though. ヽ(ಠ_ಠ) ノ
Ah!
That’s right!
At the time, why did I not tell him what Mr.Fool looked like?
He has......scribbling noise
He......has.....scribbling noise
Eh? The ink ran out? scribbling noise
Huh, it’s working again~ (^.^)
scribbling noise
Anyways, Dakye is a big dummy!
All he does is reciting weird poem lines.
The book he lent me last time, <The World’s World>, was not enjoyable to read in the slightest!
disappointed humpfh
Forget it! I will listen to auntie, from now on I will never bring this up with someone else again, that I’ve met Mr.Fool.
Today’s dinner, we are having Mr.Fool’s holy meal. (TL note: I know there’s words like Sacrament/Communion/Mass etc., but those are christian terms. I will just use holy meal for the sake of simplicity.)
That’s what father said: “This is a holy meal.”
But aren’t these type of food what we normally have in our family anyways?
Ummh......
Lamb boiled with soft tofu.
Beef soup.
Mashed potato.
Fried Tussock fish.
Stewed rhubarb.
giggles There’s also sweet ice tea!
Sweet ice tea taste so delicious~ ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)
Mmh......After we finished the holy meal, my father was once again busy discussing about curly baboons. He won’t play with me.
Uhm......That’s why, I am not telling him ~
~ that I had ice cream this morning!
Mmh, the little big brother who gifted me ice cream was really nice. (TL note: Basically, probably Will. She calls him “little big brother”, a Chinese term used for a boy/male older than you but within the same developmental stage as you. And often not used on people past 40 years old. It’s not used for family members or friends, only for neighbors and strangers that you have good impressions of)
Mmh~~~ hiccup
Mmh...I am really full.
Auntie said, if I pray to Mr.Fool before I go to sleep, there will be angels descending into my dream world and giving me good dreams.
Mmh, Mr.Fool is so great! I have decided to give this a try.
scribbling noise
It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Fool.
Have a good night!
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hi pooks i am very confuse
please read all of this i’m sorry
so i have been meaning to ask for like. since our gimmicks started dating and all. um is this real? is this only in-character roleplay with our gimmick blogs or is this real? because i am like,,am like really stressing about this because i don’t know what any of this means and i am so so confused.
(hh,my friend who’s behind the peacock account asks if me & you are actually dating more often than she asks how the wedding remake’s going c,:)
‘cause i went from thinking this was just gimmicks to thinking it might be real or wishing it was real to burying that because why would this be real (why do i obsess over everyone that’s nice to me more than once, that’s the real question). so. like. um. (cough cough my mind says your rent is due you’re there too much)
uh um yeah remember when you were over at the park with your friend and you said you would be a catgirl for me ??? that was. um. that was confusing for me because i was like “she talks about me with her friends??” because the most i talked about you with my friends was like “yo i met this girl she exists i think she’s really cool” and that’s literally it and a part of that’s because i didn’t think this was real so i didn’t think there was much to talk about because it was just a fun thing and not something that would change my facebook status or something. i don’t have facebook. so that was confusing for me. um. (the other part of why i said so little about you is because i’m not used to sharing my feeling with people. for some reason my brain says having my own feelings is like really embarrassing or something idfk,,i,)
um also uh i remember another message that um maybe was in this same conversation, i only remember the specific message. um. so you said something like, “literally kicking my feet” and um and then i didn’t respond because i had to take a giant mental step back so i could remember how to breathe at a normal rate. uh. yup. ok.
i think i think you’re super cool, but i am also being not normal about that. so i apologize. yeah. ok um bye ly ending the ask<3i never knows what’s happening in real life anyways so like um. yup done writing now !!<3
(sorry if you wouldn’t have wanted this ask on your main)
have some pictures !! i am so anxious for no reason i am literally staring at a screen right now !! CATS !!! etc. and song yup yup
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Im cool with with you're cool with honestly, I love your personality❤️
Like I said, if you want it to be a real thing, if love to actually date you :3333 <333
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Kodaka's April Fool's tweets 2023
Neeheehee... Being told it's okay to lie makes me not want to lie. Just kidding! That was a lie!
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Anyways, I hacked this account. Oh? Who am I? The supreme leader of a secret society of justice. Every day we do everything in our power to bring world peace!
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What are you talking about? I'm perfectly alive! Don't know who you're mistaking me for, but I never died once in my life! After all, I'm a completely nonfictional individual who exists in the real world! I'm seriously alive, ok?
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It's been years, so I'm a full-grown adult now. Yeah, I got a normal job as an idol singer, did you know? Uh-huh, in a duo with a robot I met in my school days. We're a small, obscure unit, so our selling point is how close and approachable we are to our few fans. I'm just in it to see the audience's happy faces. Money doesn't feed the heart.
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Fiction is so worthless. It's like a dream you forget when you wake up. I think people who get crazy about fiction are stupid. But unlike it, I'm valuable. Because I'm a real person.
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Keep this between us, but Oda Nobunaga, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, and all those other guys from the Sengoku Period weren't real. They're from ancient fiction that the later generations mistakenly believed to be real.
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Robots don't have human rights, so you can do whatever you want with him. If you wanna tip the performers during the concert, toss a sack of coins at him as hard as you can. That's the fun part of our shows. Oh, me? I only take my tips in bills.
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Welcome to the Supreme Leader of Justice's official Twitter account. There's only one way to achieve world peace! I need everyone to join this secret society of justice where I'm the supreme leader. The admission fee is only 100 thousand yen! You can get a 10% discount for each friend you recruit! Nee-hee-hee, invite everyone you know. For world peace!
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I knew this really cringe guy in my school days, always yelling something or other about going to space. I came across him the other day lying down on the street, drunk on Strong Zero, with dead fish eyes mumbling that he will go to space. Great to see life's been good to him!
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What? You can't afford the entrance fee for the secret society of justice? C'mon, just rob someone. It's for world peace, they forgive you eventually. Nee-hee-hee, everyone needs to work together to achieve world peace, one donation to me at a time!
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I'm really not a fan of eating bugs. I had a friend who loved bugs in my school days, and the dude was the nicest guy ever. Never told a lie in his life. And you know how much I hate liars. But bugs taste so good.
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Agh, I spent this whole liar day only telling the truth. Why am I such a contrarian?
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Just kidding, that was a lie!
What exactly was a lie, you ask? What part of what I said was a lie? Why does it matter? Life's not about what's real and what's false, it's about what's fun and what isn't. Oh, that was a lie. I haven't done one of those in a long while.
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Anyways, I'll be a character in Master Detective Archives: Rain Code, coming out this June 30th! Make sure to preorder it, for world peace. It's a delightful game, full of robots exploding, robots falling into smelting furnaces, and robots losing their personalities and living for revenge against humanity. Seeing all of you again after such a long time sure wasn't boring. Till next time. Buh-bye.
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kyogre-blue · 7 months
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OK, onto SS choice and the timeskip!
Due to when they let you save, I've actually played into the very start of the war phase, so I'll just say it here. I was kind of disappointed by how limp-wristed the whole Edelgard situation is? I expected some more "join me and we shall rule Fodlan" kind of thing, but Edelgard is very neutral and almost disinterested about it. Oh, you're not joining her? Oh well.
The Byleth relationship with Claude is rather detached because he has so little stakes in Fodlan and keeps hiding his actual background and motives for so long, but like the tradeoff is that they have no actual beef or conflict and just cooperate well. I kind of thought Edelgard would be more emotionally charged in some way and she... isn't really? Post timeskip, they go through the motions of starting a sword fight, but then just kinda... stop and... part ways... Not sure if Edelgard's rather under-played delivery is part of the issue. I'm not saying her voice actress is bad, but she doesn't really sell the character imo.
Anyway, I am as ever unimpressed by Edelgard.
Live blogging notes:
Edelgard going to Enbarr to be crowned is a secret.
Man, her dad looks very ill. The implication of her dialogue is that it's because of the "burden of the throne" but eeeeeh
Normally, the archbishop should act as a witness to the ceremony, though iirc the original JP script just had "bishop"...?
"By the covenant between the red blood and the white sword"
Man... Both Hubert in their support and Ionius IX here frame it as Edelgard being "stolen away to the Kingdom" but like, no, her mom took her there? And from what I understand, Edelgard was perfectly fine there. The real issue was when Thales posing as Arundel brought her back. But it seems that Edelgard doesn't actually remember that stuff, so are they purposefully lying to her?
It seems like Ionius IX saw his children experimented on. Edelgard mentions seeing him clench his fists until they bled.
Edelgard's first act: putting Duke Aegir in his place and basically imprisoning him in the palace (?)
Ionius IX and Edelgard both keep referring to how the fate of Fodlan is in her hands now, which is kind of lol given that she's technically only taking over one of three countries in Fodlan.
Oh, interesting. In GD (and I believe BL), you fight the Flame Emperor in the Tomb and then break their mask, revealing Edelgard. But here, Edelgard walks in as herself from the beginning and willingly reveals her identity.
Her wehehe evil henchguy states clearly that they're here to take the Crest Stones, and also the bones. Oh boy!
It's interesting that Edelgard can't just order her classmates to stand down. She's their Emperor, so by disobeying her, they're functionally all traitors. In general, I'm surprised we do battle with her initially and only choose whether to side with her after being ordered to kill her directly.
Despite what I kind of expected, Edelgard never really tries to recruit you and isn't at all surprised that you stand against her. Ngl, I expected a "join me and we can rule the galaxy together" pitch. Kinda disappointed...
Yeah, all the BE kids are like "so what if she's the Emperor, we're just gonna do our own thing" but without actually confronting what they're doing. (Update: Hubert at least obliquely threatens Ferdinand if you attack him, with "you have people you care about in the empire, right? think about what'll happen to them if you stand with the Church")
Edelgard's big speech is like "Church wants to rule Fodlan!" and "Church split up the empire to make kingdom and alliance, all to set us against each other" which, I cannot emphasize enough, doesn't really come across as an issue when there's no major history of conflict between the nations. The only actual post-independence conflict was the Hrym-Ordelia business which barely gets mentioned and is also the Empire's own fault... The gold and extravagance thing is just nonsense too.
Oh, lmao. Seteth says that Edelgard "demanded her own father relinquish the throne" but like... I was at her coronation. They either got lazy copy-pasting dialogue from other routes or assumed you'd totes side with her if you saw that scene.
The tone Rhea and Seteth take in regard to the "progenitor god" is a bit weird because Rhea in particular fluctuates between clearly considering Sothis her mother and her loss as a very personal one, and speaking of Sothis as her goddess and a much more detached authority figure.
Ferdinand says that half of the six big noble families declared support for Edelgard. Hubert's dad was assassinated, Bernie's dad is under house arrest and his wife is siding with Edelgard in his stead, and Ferdie's dad his been stripped of his PM position, his rank, and his lands.
Huh, a bunch of the church units auto-recruited.
You can recruit Hilda here, though I don't have enough of... probably axe ranks.
Dimitri has mysteriously come to the conclusion that Edelgard is responsible for Duscur. The month before, his explore dialogue was about how he hasn't been sleeping.
Anyway, time to kill off some children. I want no one coming to the promise day.
It is unexpectedly hard. Normal mode is so easy you have to be trying to lose on purpose, and even then it's hard to do.
The battle starts with the enemy already within the walls (Outer Wall on the map location). The Church is holding out for reinforcements that come in through the left and right entrances, but they are first taken by Imperial forces (Death Knight on the left, Hubert on the right), which have to be cleared out.
There are "Onagers" (basically catapults) that archers can use to fire in the town and "Fire Orbs" that mages can use next to the monastery inner walls.
There are two Winged Demonic Beasts with the Imperial forces. They have creepy masks and hold "Pointy Art(ificial) Crest Stones" which are "artificial Crest Stones with a distorted shape, produced in the Empire." They have enormous wings that are even a barrier ability (lol) and are noted as being very swift.
Rhea's class is Archbishop, she's using the Sword of Seiros (which is also mentioned in the class description lol) and Seiros Shield (interesting point: halves monster damage). She's got A in sword, reason, faith, and leadership, B in fists, but nothing in axes or bows, and only a D in lances. Her abilities include Sacred Power (gives boost to allies and lowers damage taken) and Charm. Walking buff point, I see.
After we repel them, Edelgard sends in the reserve troops and signals Arundel (Thales). (He comes in with more Demonic Beasts and also attacks Byleth and Rhea with dark magic... in his real form lmao, wonder if anyone noticed how their commander changed out for another dude somewhere along the line.)
I saw this before, but why does Claude fight with a sword in cutscenes? Sword here and sword in the Fort Mercius scene against Nader too. Also, funny that he and Dimitri are hanging out together for some reason.
Note that Byleth swings and extends the Sword of the Creator with enough force to shatter a Demonic Beast's mask and bodily throw it off the Immaculate One. Like, dang... those things are big and heavy??
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yallemagne · 11 months
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“There is no use your telling me that you are going to be good,” cried Lord Henry, dipping his white fingers into a red copper bowl filled with rose-water. “You are quite perfect. Pray, don’t change.”
Henry stop fucking grooming him for one second, he's trying to have a character arc.
Dorian's great act of mercy is finally not fucking over a young woman just because he has a fleeting interest in her. For maybe anyone else I'd be like nooo you're just isolating yourself it's unhealthy, but Dorian just is a shitty person, so yeah, if he "can't help" but hurt everyone he knows he should avoid impressionable young people. Of course, Henry is a whore, so--
“Besides, how do you know that Hetty isn’t floating at the present moment in some starlit mill-pond, with lovely water-lilies round her, like Ophelia?”
"Dorian, you should have just slept with her and ruined her chances at a normal life anyway. She would have killed herself either way." Remind me why people think he's charming.
"You must play Chopin to me. The man with whom my wife ran away played Chopin exquisitely."
GOOD FOR HER. Go get it, Victoria, hell yeah. If I seem like a hypocrite cheering her on and condemning Henry, yes, I am, and I have no shame, I truly hope he was hurt by her leaving him. I wish every inconvenience upon him.
"I dare say he fell into the Seine off an omnibus and that the conductor hushed up the scandal. Yes: I should fancy that was his end. I see him lying now on his back under those dull-green waters, with the heavy barges floating over him and long weeds catching in his hair.”
Does Henry have a fetish for suicide by drowning? Is the only way he can finish by looking at that one painting of Ophelia? Jesus man. He complains Dorian's idea that Basil was murdered is "too romantic" and then he gets all hot and bothered saying "mm imagine Basil rotting in a river".
"There is some one at White’s who wants immensely to know you—young Lord Poole, Bournemouth’s eldest son. He has already copied your neckties, and has begged me to introduce him to you. He is quite delightful and rather reminds me of you." [...] "We might go together, and I will take you to lunch afterwards with Lady Branksome. She is a charming woman, and wants to consult you about some tapestries she is thinking of buying. Mind you come. Or shall we lunch with our little duchess? She says she never sees you now. Perhaps you are tired of Gladys? I thought you would be. Her clever tongue gets on one’s nerves. Well, in any case, be here at eleven."
Henry, what the fuck do you think you are? A pimp??
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public-trans-it · 3 days
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Proper noun: Ceetee Pronouns: It/Its* Common nouns: Girlthing, Tranny, Doll Adjectives: Trans, Mixed-Race, Aegosexual, Polyamorous, Plural Verbs: Game Design, Shitposting, Flirting
Unreasonably proud of that stupid grammar joke. Anyway yes, I'm Ceetee. While I am plural, I try to avoid the use of first person plural pronouns, except when we are specifically talking about our experiences with DID/Plurality. We also do our best to conceal who is fronting at all times (you can read more about that in the links about gender and plurality at the bottom of this post).
I'm a dork with very VERY strong opinions that I am VERY VERY vocal about. If you do not share those opinions, that is perfectly fine and probably to be expected. Just know that I am very obnoxious about them, so you will see them a lot. I have a lot of confidence on my stances and it is very unearned! That said I'm always happy to actually discuss this stuff, and also perfectly understanding of people unfollowing over it! Never feel like you HAVE to follow me for whatever obligation. Curate your feed, damn it!
For the pronoun exceptions mentioned above, It/Its are my pronouns for most people. If you aren't willing to call me that, well, I can't stop you. Use whatever you want, but I will absolutely be judging you for it. Though there are some exceptions. For people I'm intimate with (Romantic partners and people I'm in a QPR with), my pronouns are It/She. If you work for my HRT clinic my pronouns are She/Her because like fuck am I risking my HRT just because my doctor doesn't understand my gender. If you are a coworker my pronouns are He/Him and also I don't have a tumblr, please block me immediately, for both of our sakes.
I have a NSFW sideblog. You can probably guess its name pretty easily. If you can't, I'm happy to give it to anyone brave enough to DM me or send me an ask off anon. In fact, you can ask me basically anything about my life and I'll happily answer. I'm a pretty open book like that.
Rambles
I tend to ramble about various things. Usually when I do, I tag it as #text essay. Sometimes about gender and my views on it, but also just... stuff in general. Here is a list of some of the general stuff. Its usually just stupid pointless stuff, but its a good look into how my brain works.
The Darkspore Rant (Long)
Pokemon Picross Monetization Model
Movement in VR
Pokemon Eggs, and The Fundamental Nature of the Pokemon Multiverse (Long)
Time is Fake as Hell
Fighters Should Have Magic
Identity stuff:
Bespoke Genders (Part 1)
On Detransition (Part 2)
Plurality (Part 2.5)
Plurality and Being Transgender (Part 3)
Fandom shit:
Pokemon Eggs, and the Fundamental Nature of the Pokemon Multiverse (Long)
List of FFXIV OCs (LONG. Its also a recap of 4 years of weekly FC RP)
Tags
#text essay - As mentioned above, I use this for when my rambles go very very very long. The ones I like the most or feel are important enough I also add to this pinned.
#Zenos ♥ - For the FFXIV Character that I am super normal about (lying).
#dnd hate train - A tag that exists for blacklisting purposes at the request of a close friend. As a designer, I fucking HATE Dungeons and Dragons. I hate it a lot. And I talk a lot about how much I hate it.
#laugh rule - For that age old tumblr rule: "If it makes you actually genuinely Laugh Out Loud, you have to reblog it."
#peer reviewed tags - another, more modern tumblr rule. If I screenshot someones tags to share them, I add this tag to it.
#dudes rock - Essentially, just a bunch of guys doing stuff that is just 'boys being boys' in the fun sense and not the rapey sense, but also just a reminder that the world is better with these dudes in it, and a way for me to find happiness is the masculinity that made my childhood miserable.
#partner gushing - For when I am being GAY AS HELL about my partners, or reblogging something and going 'its because of one of them'
#talking to myself and #talking about myself - Conversations between me and my alters, and talking about my relationships with my alters, respectively. More details here.
I also just... ramble in the tags. A lot. I just add so much commentary in the tags. You will see A LOT of rambles.
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Ship/Kiss Challenge - Aloth Corfiser/femWatcher (pale elf)
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15. ... passionately
Note - I am not fluent at any type of English dialects (which could be a solution for Iselmyr's speech), so she will speak, well, normally. But I'll try something anyway (try to use all the info I can get about Hylspeak too).
Note 2 - yes, all my female characters have a name "Noelle" and they all have the same temper but may have different appearance.
Note 3 - There might be some spoilers and some OOC.
"Oi, lad, yer thinkin' too loud, y cannot sleep. Stop it. Ye only do is thinkin' an' thinkin'. Where's the action?"
"When the proper moment comes. When I am ready!"
"Ye never be ready, lad, covered with all the books ye have. That lass is waiting for ye. Get yer arse up and go to her cabin. Now!"
"She is probably sleeping already".
"Ye know she's not, ye can see a light. And ye know she, for sure, is busy with somethin'. Prolly with some scrolls or notes. Ye two bookworms! I'm surprised one of ye was initiative enough (and, course, 'twas her. She's braver than ye!)"
"Stop. Right. Now!"
Aloth was lying on a bed within a belly of a ship which was swinging steadily on the waves. His mind was swallowed by thoughts about one person - about The Watcher, the young woman who, it seems, found a key to his heart. Her white hair, the colour so pure even the clearest snow can be envious, her grey eyes, her pale skin which sometimes looked like a pearl when sunlight gently touched her face... It was difficult not to look at this precious being when she was near. And even harder not to embrace her, to touch her and...
The elf shaked his head to get rid of innapropriate (as he thought) ideas but the other soul within him grabbed this thin thread and starded pushing him towards expressing feelings and making real actions. Otherwise Iselmyr would've taken control over his body and bring his "sorry arse" herself to the Watcher's cabin. After figuring out this confrontation might've ended up into a physical fight and waken up the whole crew, Aloth gathered all his will and made his decision.
The wizard quetly came closer to Noelle's cabin and looked in: the elf woman was sitting at her table covered with books, notes and scrolls. She was reading a thin book which cover was almost destroyed and making notes on a piece of paper. Aloth nocked at a wall.
"You cannot sleep? Feel sea sick?" - pale elf woman looked up from book and smiled to her night guest.
"Oh, no, no, I merely saw a light and thought, well..."- the wizard rubbed his neck nerviously and smiled in responce, - "I thought if you stayed up this late maybe you are busy with something which may need some help. So here I am".
"Oh, this? Nothing serious. I am trying to sort all what Eder and me saved from Caed Nua and find if there are any foliants which could be useful for our hunt for Eothas. But I've found nothing important so far, we already know everything what is written in these books. Only Eothas himself may provide the information we need. And other gods, although..."
"What's the matter?"
"I would prefer to limitate my interactions with them".
"Understandable. Especially knowing they are not gods at all..."
The Watcher stood up from chair and started streching her stiffed neck and back. She then sat on her bed and invited Aloth to sit nest to her with gesture.
"Can I speak freely with you?" - she asked.
"But of course!"
"I... don't know what to do. You know I was a priestess of Eothas. Well, at some point I still am. I believe in compassion, I believe there is always hope for everyone and everything. I believe every person has a light but some hide it or switch it off because they lost their way. As a faithful servant of him my goal would be to go with him and help. But knowing what he is supposed to do... I want to understand him. I want to stop his plan, yes, but I feel the first thing I must do is to understand. But the more questions I ask the closer it bring us to the conclusion of Eothas' work. Something tells me that there is more hidden in his thoughts, maybe there is a way to convince him, but the others... They want him to be destroyed. And I..."
Young woman looked lost: being the Watcher, being killed by the god she worshipped, even by an accident, being the one whose role is to stop this rogue god... Wasn't it enought for one small mortal, who merely wanted to have a peaceful life? Noelle chuckled.
"Forgive me, Aloth. Here I am, sitting on a ship, whining about my life. An interesting and bright life, some may say".
The elf took Noelle's hand; he wanted to say something but words couldnt form into his mind. The only thing he could do is to embrace her.
"Thank you. Your company brings peace to my soul".
Aloth looked into woman's grey eyes.
"I am alway happy to help you if you need it".
"Lad, what did y told ye?"
An annoying voice appeared again in the wizards head making the elf squint and sigh.
"... Iselmyr?" - Noelle was familiar with Aloth's behaviour when the old soul of Iselmyr, the most ferocious elven woman she ever met, manifested herself. They were familiar, and after the feelings betwween Aloth and Noelle appeared, the elven wizard warned his beloved that she may act as an intrusive neighbour. So far she was a silent observer and haven't interrupted their conversations. Tonight was something different.
"Sorry, me kind wif, needed to remind tis wee bookworm 'bout somethin'. Now off y go!" - said Iselmyr with Aloth's mouth.
"Forgive me! And her..."
"Don't apoligize. If I hadn't knew you both..." - Noelle chucked.
"Well, it seems I helped you to get rid of heavy thoughts. Ahem, "we" helped you. So... I guess it is time for me to come back and for you to sleep at least a little".
"Thank you, Aloth, for taking care about me", - Noelle softly kissed the wizard and ran her fingers through his long dark hair.
The elf stood up and made several steps towards the exit but stopped; he squinted again, not because his "neighbour" showed up again, but because he didn't want to leave. Noelle told him some time ago she won't demand of him anything, knowing how difficult it is for someone who spent the most part of his life alone and hid some details of his past and, more importantly, his Awakening... but no more. Aloth turned around, he noticed the Watchers' questioning gaze; the elf once again sat on Noelle's bed, he pulled her towards himself and kissed. Such action was unexpected, but the pale elf woman, surprisingly did not pushed her beloved. The wizard embraced the woman, he put all the passion, all the feelings into a kiss but still remained careful not to scare or not to squeeze her too tightly. After they lips separated, Noelle looked into Aloth's eyes.
"Iselmyr, is it you?"
The question was not nesessary and the Watcher already knew the answer, but decided to ask anyway.
"It. Is. I".
Noelle pulled Aloth closer, and then they both ended up lying on a bed trying to be more opened to each other.
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