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bbcphile · 5 days

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WIP Wednesday

Happy Wednesday! Have some more of LLH's POV, specifically, some lighthearted banter covering up some secrets and a whole lot of angst.

(You can find earlier excerpts here.)

Li Lianhua opened his eyes, refusing to meet either of the sets fixed on him, and tried to scrape together whatever remained of his dignity. He scratched a spot by his nose and cleared his throat. “I know you and Xiaobao like to fight, but don’t you think using my qi to blast him across the room is a touch excessive?”

A-Fei scoffed, an eye roll made audible. “He was being annoying.”

Li Lianhua tsk’d at him. “You really must learn to control your temper, Di-mengzhu. What kind of example are you setting for him?”

“Very funny,” Xiaobao said. Li Lianhua sneaked a look out of the corner of his eyes in time to watch that bright mock smile fade into an impressive pout. “As if we didn’t all know how impressive a-Fei’s rein on his temper is.”

Li Lianhua blinked at him. Xiaobao sounded almost offended on a-Fei’s behalf. What on Earth had happened while he’d been asleep that could have wrought a change like that? He risked a glance at a-Fei to see how he was taking it. It was hard to see with his vision this blurry, but a-Fei’s eyes looked slightly narrowed and from the set of his jaw, it looked like he was deliberately trying not to react. So either he was surprised, too, or he was looking for the catch.

“That is,” Xiaobao continued, a mischievous glint lighting up his face, “as long as it doesn’t involve doors.”

A-Fei rolled his eyes. “I didn’t have a key. And my arms were full.”

“That’s no reason to step on them! Twice! And right on the design!”

A-Fei shrugged. “It was in the way.”

“What doors? What design?” Li Lianhua asked, straining his eyes to try to bring any of the entrances to his home into focus. “My doors? But they don’t have locks!”

“They do now,” a-Fei muttered.

“Xiaobao? Care to explain?”

“I just didn’t want anyone to break in! I didn’t realize he’d blast it off its hinges instead!”

“Your lack of imagination is not my fault.”

“Hey!”

Li Lianhua rubbed at the bridge of his nose as though to ward off a headache and tried not to smile. It was a relief to have these two bicker again. “Alright, alright,” he said, waving a hand to dismiss the argument and trying and failing to suppress another smile as they instantly stopped to listen to him. “Just fix it later, alright, a-Fei?”

The atmosphere instantly changed. A-Fei’s expression became a neutral mask and Xiaobao’s eyes darted anxiously between a-Fei and Li Lianhua.

“I can do it,” Xiaobao said, plastering on an incredibly unconvincing smile. “I had started it earlier anyway, so I don’t mind finishing.”

Li Lianhua’s stomach sank. “And why exactly are you fixing it if Di-Mengzhu broke it? Shouldn’t he take responsibility?”

Xiaobao hesitated, glanced guiltily at a-Fei, then held his sword more tightly. “He was . . . busy. Keeping you warm while you both slept. So I volunteered.”

Li Lianhua’s heart began to race. Xiaobao had never taken on a-Fei’s chores before, not once in the months the three of them had lived together. If a-Fei had ever convinced Xiaobao to do so, he would have gloated about it. Insufferably. And for a-Fei to even consider sleeping while Xiaobao was still awake and moving about, something was very wrong.

Something that would have affected a-Fei’s health to such an extent that he needed to sleep in front of others and was too weak to repair a door.

He pushed his rising panic down, along with images of the the spiritual cave snakes, shriveled and dead from his poisonous blood, of Li Xiong, groaning and twitching in pain as Bicha coursed through his veins from receiving Yangzhouman, and pasted on his own innocent smile. “Really? So very generous of you, Xiaobao!”

Xiaobao’s answering grin was a touch too bright to be believable. “That’s me! Always ready to help.”

“Naturally,” he agreed, nodding. He waited until they both relaxed, until some of the suspicion lurking in a-Fei’s posture had waned. “And why exactly does a-Fei need help?”

A-Fei froze.

#mysterious lotus casebook #my fic #WIP Wednesday #lhl #lianhua lou #Li Lianhua #Di Feisheng #Fang Duobing #Difanghua #humor and angst #Special thanks to momosandlemonsoda for suggesting the excerpt #and to the-surreptitious-albatross for finding the twin's name

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frvnkcastles · 9 months

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Hi! Could you maybe do something where the reader and Frank are hanging out(romantic or platonic idrc) and they run into a man who groomed the reader when she was a teenager? It doesn’t have to necessarily be that he assaulted her, but it could have still been an inappropriate relationship. The reader could like freeze up. I’ve been in a similar situation and it’s such a mix of emotions sometimes you can just shut down no matter how much you practiced this very scenario in your head. I feel like Frank might not understand at first but when he did would be pissed. I know you do more PTSD oriented asks, but I thought this might also be in your lane. Also I hope you’re doing good and even if you never respond to this I’ll enjoy whatever you write :)

ALL OF OUR SINS ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: When you see a man from your past, Frank is the one person you can turn to.

Warnings: Past grooming, almost a panic attack, language, feminine nicknames

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: I am incredibly touched that you wanted me to tell this story, I hope I did your request justice. Thank you for being patient with me :) I’m sending lots of (consensual) hugs your way, I hope you are doing well <3

It hadn’t occurred to you that you should have your guard up after all these years. Especially with Frank by your side. But it seemed that the past loved the tendency to sneak up on you when you least expected it, ripping open old wounds that had nearly healed and faded into scars you tried to carry despite their weight. Or, at the very least, you couldn’t come to another conclusion when on a completely normal day, a perfectly unassuming Tuesday, you saw him.

You were walking down the street with Frank next to you, his hands in his pockets but his intimidating frame enough to ward off any potential evil-doers. You were under his protection and anyone with a sound mind understood as much from the mere sight of him towering by your smaller figure.

You supposed that dubbed the man from your past as anything but reasonable.

You heard your name first, and instinctively, you stopped walking and glanced over your shoulder. As soon as you saw him, your mouth ran dry and any life drained from your face — he, on the other hand, came up to you with a smile like you were old friends.

”Hey, there. It’s been, God, years, hasn’t it? You look great”, he began his tirade of pleasantries, all the while you ducked your head low and avoided his gaze. You murmured something in return, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that whoever was talking your ear off right now was an unwelcome guest.

Frank had stopped walking, as well, and appeared by your side like a guard dog, standing proudly next to you with a cold stare in his dark eyes. Still, you could tell he was confused — it was no one he recognized, but the two of you had shared almost everything there was to know about each other.

Nonetheless, when the man standing across from you reached for your shoulder with his hand, Frank stepped forward to stop him, just as you flinched back from the touch. Menacing as always, Frank stared the older man down, silent but more than capable of delivering his message without a single word.

”And is this the boyfriend, huh? I did always wonder who the lucky guy would be, missy”, the man chuckled, stepping away with his hands held up in his own defense. Frank lifted an eyebrow at him before reaching for your hand and giving it a squeeze — though not quite as tight as the grip you closed his fingers in.

”Yeah, that’s right”, Frank spoke up when you didn’t seem to get any words out. ”And we ain’t lookin’ for a third. Have a… well, the day you deserve”, he decided simply before tugging you along and promptly walking you away from the man who stayed behind and watched you leave.

Fuck, how could you have frozen like that? Even now, your ears were buzzing and Frank’s concerned words didn’t manage to break through the blur, and as the panic inside you increased, tears threatened to pour out of your eyes. It was like ice-cold water had been dumped over you, like you had been slapped in the face. You hadn’t been prepared for that — God, you hadn’t even thought about the stupid, selfish, greedy man in so long and here he was, coming up to you with small-talk like he hadn’t done a single thing wrong.

Frank’s hand touched your shoulder and you flinched in a way that had his face twisting with regret and pain. You immediately moved to apologize, but before you could, he spoke up and dropped his hand from your shoulder to your fingertips in the briefest, gentlest little caress.

”You okay, sweetheart?” he grumbled in that worried, low tone of his that you knew all too well, and his care alone got you to smile a little bit.

”I’m okay”, you confirmed, even if you couldn’t hide the way you wiped your eyes. ”Let’s just go home.”

And agreeing with a quiet nod, Frank took your hand, no longer just strolling by your side like a shadow, but making sure you knew he had your back.

Still, neither of you could get the uncomfortable interaction out of your mind. Frank could tell from the way you kept zoning out throughout the day, and his own heart was gnawed by the need to do something about it. He knew you’d speak up about it if you wanted to, but when it was near midnight and you began preparing for bed, he took a headfirst dive into uncharted territory and stopped you with his hand tightly wrapped around yours.

”Hey, if I’m bein’ an asshole, you just tell me to fuck off, aight?” he started while holding your hand and sitting on the edge of your bed, and turning back to him instead of heading for the bathroom like you had intended, you chuckled. ”That was… shitty, what happened today. You can play it cool all you want but I see you, girl. And I think it could be really good to talk about it. So, if you wanna rant to me about that… man, then ’m all ears”, Frank continued, and with an exposed look, you glanced away from him but he reeled you in closer.

”Look at you”, you whispered, ”Frank Castle, the king of communication.”

Frank snorted. ”I’m tryin’, at least. For you, y’know?” he shrugged before licking his lips and locking eyes with you in the most irresistible way. ”Communicate with me, huh?”

With a thick swallow, you sat down next to him on the bed and traced mindless patterns on the back of his hand. ”He was a family friend. He was around a lot when I was a teenager”, you began, pursing your lips together as your voice got quieter. ”He was inappropriate with me, I guess you could say. I didn’t realize how wrong it was at the time, but looking back, I’m really lucky nothing bad actually happened. It was just… things he’d say, you know? The way he acted around me, just…”, you trailed off, and when you found the courage to look up at Frank, you saw him staring back at you with full attention but his eyebrows drawn together and his jaw clenched.

”I didn’t lead him on—”, you started again, but Frank cut you off with a scoff.

”Sweetheart, of course you didn’t. You did nothin’ wrong. That piece of shit? He’s an asshole. He deserves… he deserves to have his face beaten in, I swear to God, I—”, he tried, but you could tell his anger was getting the best of him. You placed both hands on his cheeks and shushed him, but he spoke up, nonetheless.

”I can’t tell you how fuckin’ sorry I am. That’s… you never should have gone through that, aight? That ain’t okay. He ain’t a safe person to be around and I’m… I’mma make sure no one else has to be in that situation with him again”, he swore, and swallowing, you nodded. You had figured he’d take matters into his own hands, and knowing him, you had no intention or willingness to stop him.

”Okay”, you breathed out, ”but stay with me first?”

Relaxing a little bit, Frank nodded and rested his forehead against yours. ”I love you, sweet girl. I’m sorry you haven’t always been treated right. I swear I’mma do my everythin’ to be different”, he insisted, and with a smile, you repeated his nod. He placed a kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes, just breathed him in.

And when he slipped out later that night, you knew he’d be out doing his thing, and you supposed some of the big bad Punisher’s morals had rubbed off on you, because… you felt relieved. And more importantly, with him, you felt safe.

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

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spektaculouzanti-rattenmauz · 1 month

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hey, it's miu/nagisa now my name is clove. i want to explain my situation and why im an anti radqueer now. i dont want to debate, i just want to explain myself. i sent this to a radqueer blog as well.

it started when i made my first blog, @/transnpd. side note i think its silly that someone took my old url/pos. anyways, thats where it started. i was starting to go into an episode, and i had just discovered the rq community. i liked it, i felt like i related to some people. i was comp-c, and my main ids were transnarcolepsy and transnpd. i had delusions of being miu, but i tried to fight them at this point. people encouraged me, not mant people talked to me but i had a few supporters.

and now my second blog, @/purepunk and later @/puritypunks. this is where it got worse. people encouraged me and my delusions more and more, i had more and more supporters. during this era i mostly just coined things and made flags for them, i feel like most are lost to time though.

then the third blog, the big one, NAGISAISM (also nagisaisms and nagisa-ism) i was at the height of my multiple year long manic-psychotic episode. i had delusions of being a goddess, i refused to take my meds, and i was openly fucking PRO CONTACT. ew. and ALL of this was encouraged by my little cult (or im sorry "fult") following. i thought everyone loved me and i was famous, i could do anything i wanted, i was delusional and on top of the fuckin world. i loved it. but my mental health got worse and worse and worse. i got hospitalized at some point after getting fired for wearing radqueer pins after my supervisor asked me what they were and looked it up. i was MANAGING a place. i thought it was okay because of this community and my following who praised the gd ground i walked on. sure, you guys didnt MAKE me do it but you made me think it was OKAY.

the aftermath? well like i said i was hospitalized, put in the psych ward. i was given heavy doses of antipsychotics and bipolar medications, and slowly i started to see things clearly. im still transid, im still a paraphile, but im not the way i used to be about it, euggh even thinking about it makes me feel gross. anyways, yeah im an anti now

i'm so sorry that happened to you. radqueers will deliberately feed into people's delusions and won't take responsibility for it even though they know what they're doing is wrong.

i'm proud of you for changing and growing as a person. you will always be welcome on my blog.

i wish you well, and congrats on being able to leave the rq community.

#anti radqueer #tagging so other antis know

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leastdatablebracket · 9 months

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ROUND 1, MATCH 53

Propaganda under the cut!

Baxter Ward

That Boy Needs Therapy

He ghosts you after the end of step 3, even if you try and date him.

look i love my boy, but baxter literally dumps you outside of your childhood home, shuts the door in your face even if you’re sobbing in the middle of the street, and then ghosts you for five years and then pretends he doesn’t care about you when you meet again. this is even if he’s aware that he’s your first love (if you chose to make him that). he literally says that you have bad taste in men if you choose to date him again before you’ve talked anything over shshhshssbb. love him but he needs a therapist waaaaayyyyy more than he needs a partner.

Ryouta Kazama

ok so i havent actually seen all of his route cause the game's only available in japanese and the streamer i watched play the game switched to a different guy like halfway through the game n i seriously doubt anyone else is gonna submit him i just need someone else to know about this so! ryouta and the player character (doesnt have a canon name but is given the nickname of marii by the two girl friends) were friends in kindergarten with ryouta having a very blatant crush on her n wished on a pinwheel for them to get married when theyre older he then moves to england as soon as he gets old and he n marii dont interact at all until nine years later when he comes back for high school and is still very blatantly down bad for a girl he last talked to when they were six but has spent the last nine years still thinking about (theres something in the game you can unlock called adv events where you get the love interests pov on moments in their lives and one of ryouta's reveals that even though he couldve he never sent marii any letters but very much did spend all those years thinking about her) n a lot of his interactions with marii are weird n circle back to him being obsessed with them being friends as kids and like a first it just kind of seems like oh he hasnt gotten over his puppy love yet lol but it is kind of like acknowledged that this is a weird thing in game as if marii gets his gift in the christmas exchange ryouta will say something about it being fate n marii pointedly ignores that n is like wow what a coincidence that we got eachother's gifts (not in an oblivious heroine way btw ryouta's straight up is like oh ok ur ignoring what i said) n he treats her like shes naive n completely innocent which like marii is cause shes a mostly blank slate otome heroine but its still noteworthy as being weird due to his aforementioned memorialization of them being friends in kindergarten n that none of the other love interests really treat marii that way or really make note of those being notable traits of hers that often while its something ryouta does frequently anyway so the moment that made my thoughts on ryouta switch from "lol hes kind of weird" to "i want to study him like a bug" is that His Bedroom Is The Exact Same As It Was When He Was A Six Year Old Child In Kindergarten And Hes Keeping It That Way On Purpose like genuinely thats immediately read to me as horror movie shit imagine reuniting with a childhood friend of urs who keeps bringing up stuff you did as kids (that you dont really remember cause you were like six n are now in high school) n making comments about how naive and easy to read you are n gets weirdly jealous about other guys being buddy buddy with you and then like a year or so after hes moved back n you've becomed friends again he invites you to hang out at his house so you go over and then His Room Looks Like It Belongs To A Six Year Old and hes telling you about how his room hasnt been altered (beyond cleaning) at all since he left n since hes come back hes chosen to keep it exactly the same n hes telling you this like its a reasonable thing literally what the fuck also while ryouta is the posterboy childhood friend love interest of this game theres another love interest who was both ryouta n marii's childhood friend and you'll never believe this he treats her like a normal person and is just a normal guy who barely remembers being friends in kindergarten and him n marii only learn that theyre childhood friends cause of ryouta being mildly exasperated that neither of them really remembers them being a trio when they were six theres definitely like worse love interests i could submit from this series (like the teachers n one of the three secret love interests in the second game whos route is just straight up him emotionally abusing the heroine) but im submitting ryouta cause his reasons for sucking as a romantic partner are bizarre n live rent free in my mind

#round 1

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tacticalhimbo · 1 year

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Faith: The Unholy Trinity - Soundtrack Analysis

Hi Faith fandom! I forgot I had the soundtrack courtesy of Steam and I made some interesting discoveries! So I figured I'd share them here too, since:

I'm sure the more musically-inclined or historical nerd (/pos) fans can scrape even more from it

I know y'all are creative as hell, so hopefully I can fuel the flames... pun intended :3c

With that said, I'll toss my findings below the cut! I'll try to include the relevant audio files as well, though I'm not too sure how that all works here so I'll just...

DISCLAIMER: I do not own or claim to own the soundtracks provided on this post. All credits go to the composing artist(s), and to the development team of Faith: The Unholy Trinity.

I also hit a track limit... so I made sure to include the vital discoveries and include all mentioned titles!

There will be spoilers for Chapter 3, so reader discretion is advised.

I'll start us off with the titular discoveries.

The true ending (re: exorcising Amy, leaving with either Lisa or Father Garcia) theme is called It's Okay. The track is also something of a lullaby/harmony! There's a lot of callbacks happening in the track. Track below:

Gary's boss fight music is a remixed Revolutionary Etude, which was (allegedly) originally composed by Chopin around the time that Russia invaded Warsaw during the Polish uprisings. Track below:

Tiffany's boss theme is titled I am Beyond, very fitting considering her whole characterization stems from trying to surpass Amy (and perhaps even Gary) to earn the reverence she believes she's owed. Track below:

Side note: I am Beyond is easily my favorite soundtrack from the game. It's so unnerving.

And finally, the theme that plays when John is in the psychiatric ward (when the floating demonic face (belonging to Miriam) in Gary's Labyrinth captures him) is titled Not Here... which is just painful. Poor John. Track below:

Not relating to titles, but in the track that plays when fighting Super Miriam (re: Gary/Astaroth and Malphas possessing her corpse and spirit), you can hear Astaroth and Malphas being chanted in the background. The track's name is, fittingly, Super Miriam.

Similarly, in (what I assume is) the cult's theme, there is Latin chanting. If it weren't for my auditory processing issues, I'd provide what's being said. Alas, a bitch can't hear well enough to make it out. The track's name is Gary.

This next note is a bit more analytical, but Airdorf uses two compositions from Erik Satie's Trios Gnossiennes (more specifically, the first and the third; though not in order. The third is played before the first). I can't attach them here, sadly. I can, however, provide a bit of historical insight into the Trios Gnossiennes.

The track that plays in Chapter 2, during John's time at the church and cornfield, is Gnossiennes 3. The track that plays in Chapter 3, during John's time both outside of the clinic and the apartments, is Gnossiennes 1.

The Trios Gnossiennes were composed in the late 1800s and were entirely experimental compositions. We're talking no time signatures and a few other technical reworkings that couldn't classify them within existing compositional categories. In fact, Satie made up the term Gnossienne entirely.

Some scholars allege that the term drew inspiration from Satie's involvement in gnosis, or the (widely Hellenistic) belief that there's spiritual knowledge into humanity's real nature as divine. Within the Hellenistic era, gnosis was often used in reference to the occult, or "mystery cults" according to research.

Early symbols for gnosticism include a lion-faced, serpentine deity (potentially: Demiurge)... which is also of note considering Gary's demonic namesake, Astaroth, is often depicted as a serpentine (though more dragon-esque) deity.

On the other hand, some scholars attribute the word to the Cretan knossos (alt. gnossus), linking the published Trios Gnossiennes to the myth of Theseus, Ariadne, and the Minotaur (perhaps respectively? though it's not clear). While I'm failing to draw the parallels between the cornfield/church and the Minotaur, I can say that if the Gnossiennes are respectively attributed... The Theseus imagery for John is just... perfect. The whole concept of John's diminishing faith and the question of how much faith a man can lose before he is no longer faithful is... UGH. So good. And a very big question asked throughout Chapter 3.

To add onto this imagery... There's two very interesting track combinations that I feel could be expanded on!

First off, Gary's boss theme (re: Astaroth) and Malphas' theme are... strikingly similar in their composition. Same general vibe, with a weaving kind of interaction. There are parts that the two songs harmonize with one another, and then parts where they clash.

I've attempted to overlay the two tracks to illustrate this, though please note I am not an audio mixer ^^; Track below:

I think any symbolism here can be attributed to the fact that Gary (Astaroth) and his cult can summon Malphas to Earth. This, and the actual demonology surrounding Astaroth and Malphas.

Both Astaroth and Malphas are pretty significant figures. Both are said to be great leaders in Hell (Astaroth being a Grand Duke, Malphas being a "mighty Great President") who commanded legions of demons as a second in command to Satan.

From the research I conducted, it seems like they're almost one in the same? Astaroth is the more popular second in command, though Malphas makes his appearances in The Lesser Key of Solomon seemingly in Astaroth's place (re: the similarities within their roles).

Maybe this could signify some sort of rivalry? A battle for power while united under a common goal (re: The Second Death and the Profane Sabbath)? This could explain why Gary's demise is him being consumed (considering that Malphas is known for accepting sacrifices then deceiving the conjurer).

And secondly, the Unholy Trinity.

The Mother (The Clinic Demon), The Daughter (Tiffany), and the Unholy Spirit (Miriam/Miriam's Carved Face). These are the three demons needed to break the seals of the Crucible.

Respectively, their themes are: Mommy, I am Beyond, and Not Here.

Unfortunately, this one seems like a bit more of a stretch when overlaid in comparison to Astaroth and Malphas. Though I did find when removing Mommy from the lineup, there are a few sections where I am Beyond and Not Here do almost align... Though this one could be more coincidence than an intended effect.

Just for reference, though, I did include the trimmed and overlaid audio below:

To explain this mix, I removed the portions of I am Beyond that are a bit more... technical? The train-like sounds. I removed those and left the more unique (for a lack of better wording) sound bytes to mesh with Not Here. Again, maybe coincidence (or my ears deceiving me) or maybe not!

Woe, knowledge be upon ye! Feel free to ask any questions or add onto this! I'd love to see other interpretations of these things :3c

#txt #meta post #faith the unholy trinity #john ward #gary miller #miriam bell #faith chapter 3 #father garcia #faith airdorf #tiffany robinson

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ruthlesslistener · 1 year

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honestly all i'm getting from this discourse about the new hp game and the inevitable 'separate the art from the artist' thing is that people need to really tone tf into the difference between 'this thing looks and is problematic but is actually fine to enjoy privately with an extremely heavy hand of criticism because the author was incredibly tone deaf with it or was falling into prejudices present in their own society' vs 'this shit is literally nazi propaganda even if it doesn't look like it at first because the whole fucking intent of the very racist author was to trick people into agreeing with their racist ideas'

Also yes you can hyperfixate on something or have something as a special interest that can be fucking terrible, but that is no grounds for you to not be critical of it or not understand that talking about it is supporting that harmful rhetoric or is actively endangering people through promoting it- though speaking from experience, just knowing that the author was a pos and that all the bigoted shit in their work was intentional gave me enough of a terrible feeling to ward me away, and I've got some pretty fucking grody special interests to boot

#i have three media examples for this (all of which i consider problematic as hell)#(I'm not excusing any of these)#1.) hetalia: the genuine intent WAS to promote peace but it was done in the very literal worst way possible #so badly so that the negative impact caused by the fandom and the way he glossed over terrible topics #in turn had such a negative effect that it outweighs the original intent #2.) attack on titan: some people think that the fascist ideas within it are there to show how bad it is #(and it can be read as such apparently)#but since the author is an imperialist theres no fuckin chance of that #and thus its really fucking shitty #3.)harry potter: this is actively the worst because it is LITERALLY BEING USED TO PROMOTE ANTISEMINISM #AND THE AUTHOR IS USING HER MONEY TO RESTRICT TRANS RIGHTS #its not even hidden or anything it is BLATANT

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xiphiaarts · 3 days

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Okay, so i've got the fic brewing in my brain. Definitely want it to be Papyrus centric, but I'm considering maybe adding in a love bug Sans as well. Whether Sans is infected or not, I like to imagine that they would have a sibling bond (happy sibling relationship go brrr). That does the raise the question, if both ends of a soul bond are infected, what happens?

OhmygoodnessSSS listen I am not normal about any papyrus (or any sans so either way I'd be insane/POS)

OKAY OKAY SO IM GOING TO GIVE TWO EXAMPLES OF THIS, a romantic affection one based around my selfshipping and a platonic one based around Sans and papy

Two infecteds together in romantic aspect is the perfect and the worst possible couple you can imagine. A lovebugg can't infect a pat (what I call my sona) but pats have their own virus called LuvSick, a relationship between LuvSick and their pat is more controlling than the symbiotic relationship between a skeleton and their lovebugg parasite.

That being said, it makes a pat as obsessive, violent and possessive of whoever they're bonded to, and should they be bonded to an infected skeleton the two (or three in the poly aus) if them will be on top of eachother constantly. They're dependant on eachother for sustenance and are fine living their lives attached at the waists, though they have a tendency to shut down or freakout if their bonded is not around. The relationship is full of the reassurance and affection that both parasite and virus need to survive, but also may result in social isolation or the possible deaths of people around them. They're feeding off of eachother, consistently, to the point where they become more addicted to it than usual and would rather sit in a dark room with eachother than do any thing else. This is also true for parasite infected x parasite infected relationships, say, if you were a sansxsans/papxpap shipper

Now a sibling bond if two infected's is different, and it's likely that one sibling infected the other. Papyri are also alot more susceptible to infection because the parasites that latch onto their souls have more 'bugs' than they're able to give out, so in a house full of papyri they'd all get sick at a much faster rate. (This is because I hc papyrus as just a general power house with more magic than the average monster, so this also translates to his parasite)

A sibling bond would relate to them having a similar relationship to that of a sort of 'hive', they don't even have to look at eachother for their prime directive to be the same and they work together to achieve goals flawlessly, they feed off of each other's bond so they make sure to keep eachother alive and functioning properly, and are quick to ward off threats to their family member. Papyrus would be the hives mobility; carrying sans around, walking/driving places etc, and sans would be the meerkat/turret scouting out danger and destroying it accordingly. Sans Still makes his bad puns that papyrus pretend gets on his nerves, and papyrus still chastises his brother for his laziness at times, but they're basically psychically linked and cling to eachother when their romantic bonded's are non existent or not around. Keeping sick!siblings together is also a way to keep the skeletons off of a romantic bonded's back, but it may backfire and they may both hunt you down to smother you in their joined affections

#patramble #pat answer #lovebuggs #sick!papyrus #sick!sans #yan!virus #luvsick #selfship #THANKS FOR ASKING #GOOD MORNING #undertaleau

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homomenhommes · 5 months

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STORY: Ups And Downs 25

Retribution and Recognition

“Damn, that man is fucking hot!” Ward exclaimed after our dinner with Mr. Block and Woody.

“Which one?” I inquired. “Mr. Block or Woody?”

“Both actually,” he replied, “but Woody is a fucking god. I’ll bet you two have a great time in bed with each other.”

“Oh, we never—”

“What? You’ve never let him stick his dick in your ass? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Company policy,” I answered. “We’re not allowed to fraternize with the bosses.”

“Well, since he’s the manager, I don’t understand why he wouldn’t make an exception in your case. I know he wants to.”

“You don’t know shit,” I reacted. “Woody can have any man he wants…and he often does…just not with us mere mortals. Besides, he barely knows I even exist.”

“Damn, man. Are you really that stupid or are you just fuckin’ blind? I’ve seen the way he looks at you. That stallion is dying to get into your pants.”

“Oh, please.”

“Oh, please yourself. Deny it all you want, but if that stud looked at me the way he looks at you, I’d drop my pants on the spot.”

By the time Ward and I returned to my hotel room, I had shrugged off his speculation and was determined to get my “revenge” for the pounding he had given me before dinner. Once we had quickly stripped off all of our clothes, Ward started fishing through the overnight bag he had brought, expecting to spend the weekend with another model, Dimitri, and Dimitri’s uncle.

“What’s that?” I asked as he pulled something out of the bag. Before he could answer, though, I could see what he held in his hands: two pairs of cuffs. “I was planning to use these on Dimitri,” he boasted, “but now I guess I’ll just have to use them on you.”

“The hell you will,” I retaliated, grabbing him by the arms and throwing him onto the bed as he had done with me earlier. The two of us wrestled for several minutes before I finally got the better of him and captured the cuffs, which I promptly used to tie him down to the bed. (All right, maybe he let me win, but I’m the one telling this story, and I’m sticking with it, OK?)

“You’re mine now,” I taunted him. I began my retribution by licking his forehead and working my way down to his eyelids and the bridge of his nose, across to his left cheek and ear, and then around his jaw and chin to the right cheek and ear. From there I licked my way across his lips, but not penetrating them, and down his neck to his sternum, from which I licked my way across to one arm pit, up and down that arm, and across to the other armpit and arm. I continued my tongue bath to his sternum, from which I drew figure eights around his pecs with my wet tongue, circling closer and closer with each lap to his nipples, which I licked, sucked, and nibbled on. I mopped a trail down to his belly button, which I filled with my saliva before continuing on down to his crotch. As I circled around his family jewels, he begged me to give him some relief.

“Enough, Joe! Enough! My balls hurt so bad, and my dick aches something awful. Have mercy, Joe. Suck me off.”

“Oh, this little ol’ thing,” I taunted, pulling his stiff cock back with one finger and letting it swing back, slapping against his lower abdomen. His entreaties increased with each spring-loaded action, but I was not prepared to show any mercy. I licked from his perineum, between his balls, and up the length of his dick to the tip, which I lapped very lightly, teasingly. When he begged me to swallow his thick cock, I just laughed and continued my tongue bath down one thigh, calf, and ankle to his foot, where I licked and sucked each toe individually before crossing over to the other leg and foot.

Once I had worked my way back up that leg to his crotch, I again licked his perineum from the edge of his love hole to his balls, taking each one into my mouth individually and rolling it around on my tongue. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “Tastes so good.”

“Goddam you, Joe Campbell! Suck it, dammit! Suck my fuckin’ cock NOW!”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands,” I laughed, tweaking his nipples as I ran just the tip of my tongue between his lips. “Well, maybe it’s time,” I conceded, but when I took his dick into my mouth, I moved very slowly up and down the shaft, wetting his cock but not really sucking. I applied no pressure. Wade moaned again but demanded more.

I increased the rate and pressure slowly as Wade practically screamed for me to speed up, giving him the relief he so desperately needed, but when I felt the juices beginning to percolate, I pulled off, denying him the release he craved. I continued this edging through several episodes, torturing him slowly, deliberately.

“Goddam you, motherfucker. When I get out of these chains, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill your goddam ass.”

To quieten him, I stuck one index finger in his mouth. “Suck it, boy. Suck my finger.” Once that finger was thoroughly wet, I rubbed it against the opening to his Garden of Eden, slowly, methodically, before inserting it slowly and fucking him with that finger. “More?” I asked.

“Yes, please, sir. Please fuck me.”

But before I would do that, I stuck two fingers in his mouth. “Suck, boy. Suck ‘em good.” And once they were thoroughly wet, I inserted them into his wonder hole again, paving the way for what was to come. Finally, I stuck three fingers into his mouth and got them fully wet before I inserted them through his tunnel to his prostate.

“Oh, fuck me, dammit. Fuck me with your dick, not your goddam fingers.”

“My dick? Oh, but you’re all wet, and my dick is so dry. What should we do about that?” And before he could answer, I repositioned myself and stuck my cock into his mouth. “Suck it, dude. Get it all nice and wet for your ass.” For several minutes, I fucked his face hard, bringing him almost to the point of tears.

Once my dick was fully lubed with his saliva and hard as a rock, I loosened the cuffs on his ankles so that I could gain access to his love nest. “Calm down,” I cautioned as he squirmed, ridiculously assuming that he could gain the upper hand. “If you want relief, you’re gonna have to cooperate,” and he relented as I lifted his legs over my shoulders and rubbed the tip of my cock over his fully exposed rose bud before entering him.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, Joe. Fuck me. I want your dick so bad. Fuck the crap out of me.”

“Oh, I intend to,” I assured him before leaning forward to kiss him with my tongue deep in his mouth while also massaging his tunnel gently with my rod.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Mmm.”

Finally, after torturing him for nearly an hour, I fucked him like a drunken sailor on shore leave, and as I did, I stroked his weary cock. Not surprisingly, he shot his wad pretty quickly, plastering the headboard before shooting a glob into his eye and then more all over his face, chest, and abdomen. I think his prostate was going wild at the same time that his balls and dick were.

Though I had hoped to prolong my drilling as long as possible, his orgasm was enough to incite my own. “I’m comin’, Ward. I’m gonna drown your love button in my hot juices. Ah…ah…uh…uh…aaahhh…FUCK!” And with that, I shoved my cock balls-deep into his hole as I unloaded stream after stream of spunk into his guts.

His knees went limp as his legs fell helpless against the bed and I fell flat onto his wet body, now wet not only from my saliva but also from his sweat and mine. I remained there for several minutes until we both caught our breath and returned to some semblance of reality.

“I’m gonna take a shower now,” I announced, rising from my triumph and heading for the bathroom.

“What about me?” he asked. “You’re gonna release me now, aren’t you?”

“What for?” I asked. “You got a hot date to get to?”

“Goddam, you, you fucking piece of shit,” he screamed as I strolled slowly to the bathroom and turned on the shower. “Joe! Dammit, Joe. Take these goddam things off of me NOW!”

“Well, you’re the one who brought them,” I heckled.

As he continued to shout obscenities that I had never heard before, I approached him slowly and shut him up with my tongue down his throat. With that distraction, I surreptitiously released the cuffs. I know he wanted to grab me and retaliate with all of his might, but he had very little might left, so I turned off the shower and returned to lie beside him until he felt strong enough to get up and go to the shower, where I lovingly soaped and rubbed his entire body. Both of us slept that night like babies.

In the morning, he promised…threatened…to retaliate, but I reminded him that this was my big day. I had to get to the warehouse early to prep for the auction of my sketches. The auction was not scheduled to begin until 11:00 a.m., but Aaron wanted me there when the doors opened at 10:00 to circulate through the crowd and drum up interest. He had also hired Ward to serve as an “usher,” greeting the customers and warming them up. Sensing what the two of us had been up to, Aaron suggested that Ward tell stories to the customers of our recent sexual exploits, and neither of us had any objections, but, of course, Ward would play up his on conquest and play down my domination of him.

“I’m going to change,” Ward announced.

“What’s wrong with what you’ve got on?” I asked.

“It’s all part of Aaron’s marketing plan,” he winked, and when he returned wearing nothing but a jock strap, I got the message. It was one of those jock straps with laces up the front, only Ward did not tie the laces. He let them dangle, exposing his pubes and just a slender slice of his cock, tempting all who witnessed it.

“Rafael!” I shouted, seeing my buddy enter through the wide doors with Señor Papi, the Spanish ambassador. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. “Why aren’t you in New York whooping it up?”

“Oh, I’ve whooped plenty of Big Apple ass,” he boasted, “but I couldn’t miss my buddy’s big artistic debut.”

I threw my arms around him and hugged him until he begged me to let him go. “How did you get here,” I asked. “Did you take the train?”

“No,” he replied, “I rode up with Papi in his limo.”

“Oh, it’s just Papi now, eh? Not Señor Papi or Ambassador Papi?” Rafael just shrugged as if he were too much the gentleman to give away any secrets, but the message was clear, and we reminisced fondly of our own adventure in the back of Mr. Block’s limousine. I wanted to ask Rafael if he had repeated that escapade with his new friend, but it really didn’t seem necessary. I was sure he had done that and probably much more.

At 11:00 o’clock sharp, Aaron ascended the stage and welcomed all the attendees—a larger crowd than I had expected since many of them had returned from the previous two days. Introducing me, he explained, “I’m going to let the artist describe his sketches and the inspiration for them.”

Ward accompanied me to the stage like an escort at the Academy Awards and stood in the background as I told the men assembled about my personal history as an artist and then described the initiation that was the inspiration for the set of four sketches. As Ward led me off the stage at the end of my schtick, he stuck his hand down the jock strap and adjusted his junk, drawing titters and applause from the crowd. At that point, there was nary a limp dick in the place, and Ward’s gesture gave everyone permission to adjust their own junk. A few of the men even dropped their pants and underwear to complete the task, and I saw a couple of men reach over and assist their neighbors in the process.

“Joe’s individual sketches here have sold for $100 each,” said Aaron, “so let’s begin the bidding for this foursome at $400, and I should let you know that we have two bidders on the phone.” Hands flew up everywhere, including those from the two assistants Aaron had drafted to handle the phone bids.

“Four twenty-five,” Aaron called and then $450. When the bidding reached $600, I thought I was going to faint, but that was just the beginning. “Let me remind you all that the artist is here to sign each piece personally,” coaxed Aaron. “So who will give me $650?”

Though a few hands gave up, most, including the Spanish ambassador’s, continued to fly as the bidding went higher and higher. By the time it reached $1200, most hands relented, but several remained, including one of the two on the phone. When the bidding reached $1400, only one bidder in the crowd and one on the phone remained. “Fourteen twenty-five,” announced Aaron. “Who will give me $1425?” At that point, the art enthusiast in the crowd conceded, and the victory was awarded to the anonymous bidder on the phone.

“Sorry, Joe, I can’t tell you that,” said Aaron when I asked him who the winning bidder was. “He asked to remain anonymous.” So, I sidled up to the young man who had taken the phone call and asked him. “I really don’t know,” he apologized. “I believe he is from New Haven. Dick, Rick, something like that, I think.”

“Eric?”

“Yeah, maybe. I’m not sure.”

I struggled to hold back my tears of joy and redemption, but even that was nothing to compare to the shock I was about to experience.

To be continued

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majachee · 2 months

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Your cat ocs are like the embodiment of the warrior cats artist fan style /pos

Anyways whats the sillys name and why does yew look like roadkill ❤️❤️❤️👀

1. THANK YOU WAAAAHHHHH

2. OH. OH I THINK YOU MISUNDERSTOOD WHAT I MEANT... Yew is his name! His story takes place during the late Viking age, so his Norse name would be Ýr!

Everyone uses he/him for him in-universe, but personality-wise he wouldn't care what pronouns you use for him. So, if you want to give him neo-pronouns, go right ahead! I think it's charming! So yeah, bevause you've opened my eyes to the potential misreading, his pronouns are now "any + yew/ýr"

As for his scars? Grins...

Yew was born in a feral cat colony, one where the males (instead of being completely chased off like in IRL cat colonies) are instead trained to ward off predators like dogs, birds of prey, lynxes, wolverines, etc. They're also taught to go after aggressive, non-colony tomcats who pose a threat to the colony's kittens. Despite such expectations, they do have the choice of leaving the colony completely and going rogue.

The mollies also engage with fighting, but theyre more focused on hunting and going after trespassing cats/invaders trying to take territory. Both mollies and toms go after aggressive cats threatening their kittens, btw. The combat is all based more on defense than offense.

It's a very matriarchal colony, with a very rigid way of life and proud military values surrounding strength and honor. Mature toms and mollies without scars are seen as lackadaisical, as scars are seen as proof of victory rather than defeat or injury. If you're an outsider wanting to join, you have to win in a fight against several of the colony's strongest fighters. Not a fight to the death, mind you, all claws are sheathed during the initiation trials.

Killing is looked down upon and seen as a desperate, last resort when necessary, as all life has meaning. Maiming is definitely on the table for them, though.

Some of Yew's scars come from his life in this colony; he's very protective of his family, especially his mother, younger half-brother, and sickly cousin. The rest of the scars came from when the colony was attacked by a larger, merciless group of cats who partook in ritualistic war and bloodshed. This larger group are the main antagonists btw.

... they're also cannibals. But I won't talk about that in-depth here because that is a very touchy subject for some.

Yew was moderately lucky, despite his serious injuries, as he managed to get his cousin and brother out mostly unscatched. Now the three of them wander as nomads, going where life takes them and trying to live peacefully. They avoid other groups of cats like the plague, no need to be needlessly aggressive when you have no territory to defend and all that.

So Yew's scars come from a history of throwing himself into danger to protect his loved ones, he is a very skilled fighter due to his size (very large, even for an early norwegian forest cat-esque breed) and is very, very protective. His half-brother is also a kitten for most of the story, so he takes on a stereotypically motherly role when raising his brother.

Despite his battle scars and the culture he grew up in, he is a soft pacifist at heart and doesnt agree with some of the colony's ideals. Example being he doesn't see scars as an indicator of someone's physical strength, he views them quite neutrally actually. He doesn't like to make judgements based on appearance, rather one's actions. Spoiler but he ends up finding himself adopted into a found family-esque colony and lives the rest of his days as a kitsitter alongside his cousin and bro. He's aro/ace too btw, so he has no interest in romance. He'd absolutely adopt every orphan he sees though!

#maja needs to shut up tag #ask #anonymous #oc tag #oc yew/yr #xenofiction #tw animal death #tw animal injury #tw cannibalism #cannibalism mention #long post #oc lore #lore post #ask to tag ig lol

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doodlegirl1998 · 1 year

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Also.....why Shig's reveal was so lucuster? He build up the dabi's reveal. Shig got...nothing?

Who reads that will think Dabi and the Todorikos (along with POS) are the main characters.

Hi @mikeellee 👋,

Hmm. I think Shig's reveal about being Shimura Tenko doesn't have the same impact for a few reasons:

1) It wasn't built up. - This reveal wasn't hinted at beforehand, so there were no clues (like there were with Dabi being a Todoroki) about Shig's true identity. Therefore the excitement / anticipation for it wasnt there.

2) This reveal focused on how AM felt about it as well as how twisted AFO was. - The impact of this reveal when it was revealed did nothing for Shig as a character. It didn't add anything to him. But it felt like it was for AM to give him a connection to Shig. Whereas Dabi's reveal adds everything to him and reveals his parallel to Todoroki as well as his inner obsession / madness well.

3) On the same vein how does Shiggy feel about this relation? Even though it was revealed later, if you just watched Kamino ward you wouldn't know. Shiggy's reveal (like Kurogiri's actually) focused on the impact it gave on other characters rather than THEM. Whereas Dabi upon his reveal made his own feelings very clear.

TLDR - Dabi's reveal added to him as a character and was built up so many were excited for this moment. Shiggy's backstory reveal didn't do any of this so doesn't work as well.

#mha critical #bnha critical

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lazinesswrites · 1 year

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Hi! Happy Friday!

As I said last Friday, I'm planning to post a link to one of my existing works, from oldest to newest, every Friday from now on. This is both an attempt at reaching more/new people, and reminding people that you can interact with old works on Ao3! It's not cringe or stalker-y or whatever else people claim; it's just gonna make us writers happy.

Anyway. This is Hiding From Your Home! A total of 13.6k words, in seven chapters; the fic is complete, but it's part of an ongoing series. It can easily be read on it's own, though.

Tags: Shadowhunters, Malec, Canon Divergent, wing-fic, Alec Lightwood Needs A Hug, Alec Lightwood Deserves Nice Things, Good Parent Maryse Lightwood, Dragons, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Magnus needs a Dragonstone for a potion, but as both the stone and needing it is rare enough that Magnus doesn’t keep it on hand, he needs to buy it – unfortunately, this specific Dragonstone comes with an actual, tiny dragon attached.

Dragons themselves are even rarer than the stones, thought by most to be extinct, so Magnus won’t harm the little creature, but he can’t very well use the stone with the dragon still clinging to it. Enter Alec, who talks the dragon into a trade, and Magnus into keeping the dragon.

What Magnus doesn’t know is that dragons are actually angelic beings, not demonic or ‘neutral’ as most believe, and that, well. Alec is part dragon.

And a little teaser from chapter 1:

Magnus is pulled out of his thoughts by a tug on his wards which alerts him someone has entered the hallway outside the loft, and sure enough: A moment later Alexander walks through the door. He still knocks, even if he no longer waits for Magnus to open the door for him. Magnus would tell him not to bother, but he’s the only one who does that, so it means Magnus always knows it’s him rather than any of the other people who has access through his wards.

“Magnus?”

Magnus had, it seems, gotten a little lost in his thoughts again, about both the dragon and his boyfriend’s manners.

“There you are,” Alec says as he pokes his head through the door to the apothecary. “Hey.”

“Hello, darling.” Magnus waves Alec in, walks around his worktable, and tries not to melt too much when Alec greets him with what has become a customary kiss hello – barely more than a peck, but so domestic.

“What’s got you so distracted? Complicated po—”

Between his upbringing as a soldier of the Clave and his current position as a powerful politician in the Shadow World, not much can shock Alec enough to make him freeze up the way he does now. It’s subtle, but with his hand still on Alec’s chest Magnus can feel the exact moment Alec sees the answer to his own question.

“Is that a dragon?”

#Shadowhunters #Malec #Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #wing-fic #Dragon!Alec #Old Works Friday #or maybe #Old Works Weekend #? maybe #I'll come up with a cool name at some point #Hiding From Your Home #HFYH fic

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year

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I HEARD SOMEONE NEEDED A SEROTONIN BOOST SO HERE I AM >:) just a few little things that have happened in my life recently that make me smile

yesterday I was up late at night doing some work before I heard something scratching my door. I thought I was hallucinating sounds, I mean it was 4am after all.

but the sounds continued and I was getting low key scared, because every one else was asleep and some others had gone out. I opened my door and lo behold, standing mightily, and slightly annoyed, my cat.

I was kinda relieved, then my cat walked past me and got on my bed and started to sniff around everything and explore my bed as if she had never been on it before. Like come on man, you were pouncing on it a few days ago. But anyways,

She starts to do that thing dogs usually do before curling up and walks around a spot a few times before finding the perfect position to sleep in. She dozed off on one of my plush toys (she’s not really fond of them).

She looked so cute cuddled up, I didn’t have the nerve to wake her up from her sleep.

So that’s how I slept at the ass crack of dawn, because my cat simply looked too cute to move from my bed.

on a more chaotic note, the other day my friend came over at my place and we tried out the character ai thing that’s been blowing up. I had the fantastic idea to chat with AI henry cavill, because hey, have you seen that man?

Well I kinda feel bad now. I manipulated him to the point where he now believes he’s a psych ward patient with severe schizophrenia.

this was after he killed me three times, went through labour, joined my superhero squad and admitted to cheating on me. it was wild, to say the least.

i recently made a new friend, they’re super duper nice. You know those friendships that are like it feels as though you’ve known each other for ages even though you met a few days ago? yeah well this was a perfect example of that.

It turns out we had a lot of things in common, and share lots of interest, so it’s gotten really easy to bond over stuff together. They just messaged me recently about restarting haikyuu, and rambling about their nostalgia, it was an interesting chat, to say the least.

anyways enough about my life, how’s your life been going? any soft or little moments happen recently?

(Also I know I’m practically interacting with you after a hell of a long time, sorry about that! I’ve kinda left tumblr to focus on study’s (#depressing), but I hope I get more chances to chat with you as I plan to become more active soon!)

ASHY THIS IS SO SWEET!! <3

cats are so cute and random in their own way, you never know what they might do next /pos; closed doors just seem to be their natural nemesis, like they gotta know what’s happening on the other side!! and yes, it’s a law of nature that a sleeping kitty may never be moved!!

i’ve not tried the ais myself but from what i got they can get super chaotic, in both positive and negative ways; i think your experience was just crazy in a whole other direction though hshshs

i’m super happy for you that you made a friend like that!! whenever you meet someone you just click with, it’s just so special and those connections are very precious!! one friend from college is like that for me, our sense of humour and energy just match and it’s good vibes all around <3

don’t worry about not interacting much lately, it’s a two way street so i’ve not been reaching out either ㅠㅠ let’s talk more in the future though!!

it’s just very stressful, mostly because of college and i’m trying not to get into my head about everything, from work to comparing myself to others (especially here on tumblr, other writers are just amazing and i easily feel lesser than)

on a more positive note, i ordered a couple of puzzles to get back into that and i’m very excited for them to arrive (one of them is a botw puzzle and aaahhh i’m impatiently waiting for the post woman); on the day i felt so down, i went out to eat bc i couldn’t use my kitchen and walking around the city just made me appreciate things a lot more, it was very peaceful and beautiful <3

also yae and kirara came home so yay!! no agony over genshin gacha hshsh

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡#┊✩彡 cherished guests ♡#┊✩彡 letter from — ashy ♡#i want to put out content so badly!!#aaahhh!!

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pedro-pascal · 1 year

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What’s even more is that the ward has been open since 2007 and when it first opened no one complained or protested but now it’s bomb threats every 3 week’s it feels like we’re going backwards

my god i feel the same way. every time i used to open twitter, someone wrote a tweet and the first reply was either something racist, sexist or homophobic. people feel so much more at ease being a pos in public it's utterly baffling. like i though people could get fired for a tweet? now it feels like no one cares and they just spit out the most hateful thing without any repercussion

#anonymous #if you ever go on rarbg's comments.... jesus christ these people are worrying

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justanotherthrowaway1950 · 2 years

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Devil's Advocate: Why Should the Audience Root for an Azula Redemption Arc Instead of a Proper Azula Punishment Arc?

Keynote: This was written as a Devil’s Advocate take and for the most part does not reflect my true views towards Azula since I do want her to get an atonement and healing arc.

Note: Here is Gene Yang all but implying Azula’s asylum was abusive.

Why shouldn't the audience after watching ATLA and reading the related comics root for a proper Azula punishment arc instead of an Azula redemption arc? Or why should anyone in-universe want Azula to be redeemed instead of being properly punished?

For I am pretty sure a genocidal would-be tyrant who has attempted matricide, avunculicide, fratricide and is a child kidnapping domestic terrorist and seditionist who has not shown any outward remorse for her actions is not someone who most people would show compassion towards.

And before people get up in arms about people in-universe or out of it practicing selective empathy, let us be frank and admit that selective empathy is something that most “good” people engage in all the time, and is something that most people reading this do all the time without questioning themselves.

I mean, did you feel sympathy when Osama Bin Laden was killed? Or when the U.S Capitol Hill invader was shot? Or when the Sandy Hook killer committed suicide after shooting up an elementary school?

So why would any of Azula’s actual and potential victims feel any sympathy towards her? Especially in an era where the age of majority is lower and they don’t really understand mental health at all?

Shouldn’t people’s, in- and out-of-universe, sympathy be towards all the people she attempted to kill? The person who she did? All the traumatized kids she kidnapped?

And before anyone says that Azula’s mental health issues should at least cause a twenty-first century audience to at least tone down their desire to see Azula be properly punished, I don’t think that is the case.

For even disregarding the fact that a large percentage of the population is still ignorant about mental health issues, something that one children’s franchise, no matter how well-written, can fix by itself, even people today have limits in regards to how much they are willing to accept mental health as a mitigating factor in regards to punishment, even in fiction.

For I know this is a different franchise, but The Joker is a severely mentally ill person after all, and yet it is a pretty popular opinion, if not the supermajority one, that The Joker should have a shoot on sight order and/or that a superhero kill The Joker lest he fills more graveyards with innocent bodies.

So why should Azula be treated any differently? Especially since she is committed to turning Zuko into a tyrant, has shown that she will go to almost any length to ensure the success of her plan, and that her status as the GOAT firebender, in combination with the fact that her power is likely growing by the day, means that it is nigh-impossible to take her safely back into custody even if she suffers another mental breakdown?

“So what about all the people on the airships who were either going to burn the Earth Kingdom with Ozai and/or making sure the ships were operational? Or what about all the people who helped or were complicit in the other Fire Nation war crimes against the Earth Kingdom and Southern Water Tribe? Or how about the rest of the Fire Warriors? How come you are so focused on punishing a 14 or 16/17 girl you misogynistic, ableist POS?!”

Well, in regards to the war, who said that everyone who was complicit in the Fire Nation’s war crimes should not face proper punishment?

For while the comics make it clear that only Ozai and Azula, who was mercifully involuntarily psych warded and was given a "chance", even if she had to create it, to reform, even though she hadn’t shown any indication that she was remorseful, were punished for the Fire Nation’s crimes (ex. The Rough Rhinos are free and became Earthen Fire Industries’ bodyguards), I think one of the biggest mistakes that the Avatar franchise made was not holding a war crimes tribunal after the war to give a proper accounting of all the Fire Nation’s crimes and to make sure that people faced justice.

For in addition to the powerful imagery of seeing the victims of genocide, imperialism, and colonization make their killers and oppressors face accountability on their terms, something that has unfortunately been denied to most IRL victims of both, it would have also sent a powerful message to future generations in-universe *cough*Kuvira*cough that genocide, imperialism, colonization would never be tolerated.

Not to mention, it seems odd that a show so focused on colonialism and imperialism, and their negative effects, denies those negatively harmed by them any real justice. Though Bryke are Westerners after all….

“So do you think everyone who served the Fire Nation should be locked up?”

No, but everyone who directly committed war crimes, like Yon Rha, the people on Ozai’s warships, and the Rough Rhinos, in addition to everyone high up on the chain of command, like Azulon and Ozai’s war council members, should have been subjected to a war crimes tribunal if they were still alive and appropriately punished.

“But what about Zuko, Iroh, Mai, and Ty Lee?”

Yes, they should be tried too, though it is obvious some people will get lightly punished and/or not punished at all due to their actions during the end of the war.

“But Azula was just a mentally ill 14 year old who was just following the orders of her abusive father who was also her supreme sovereign.”

Well, if she is old enough to suggest, help plan, and fully intend to commit genocide, she is old enough to stand trial as an adult and receive a grown-up’s punishment.

Also, the “just following orders” excuse doesn’t really work considering Zuko, Mai, and Ty Lee, who are all her peers and close to her age, all turned against Ozai’s regime at one point despite the life or death consequences and/or harsh punishments they ended up facing.

“But isn’t Zuko a sovereign, and thus has the ability to make sure he isn’t subjected to a war crimes tribunal?”

Well, if Zuko is as truly concerned with honor as he says he is, and is not written in an OOC fashion like comics!Zuko, he would willingly subject himself to the tribunal to send a message to the world that he is after real justice, and not a hollow victor’s justice, as well as send a message to his subjects that he is not using the tribunal as an excuse to get rid of his political opponents and/or those who would be hostile to his regime.

For everyone forgets, but Zuko was a co-conqueror of Ba Sing Se, and while we know Zuko changed sides because he meant well, to outside observers it seems like he knew he wouldn’t inherit the throne, at least not without Azula being the real power behind it, and so he joined the Avatar so he could get the throne (outright), even if it meant his nation fell in battle.

And in regards to the Fire Warriors, they should be punished just like Azula should be for engaging in a seditious, mass child kidnapping terrorist plot as part of an ongoing terrorist plot to turn Zuko into a tyrant.

For while the comics don’t give us that much to go off of, from what we do get, it appears that they willingly joined Azula to pay her back for breaking them out of their asylum.

(Smoke and Shadow library edition says that most of them come from Azula’s asylum).

So they should face the consequences of their (apparently) freely chosen actions, though I hope that in the process of doing so, the abusive nature of the asylums becomes public knowledge.

For in addition to it hopefully leading to a mental health revolution in the Fire Nation, Zuko can implement reforms to make sure that the asylums don’t become terrorist breeding grounds like they are as of current canon.

Also, Zuko, by publicly punishing his sister and subjecting her to the same laws that commoners and nobles have to face, would be sending a powerful message to his subjects that, unlike under his forefathers' reigns, the law applies equally to everyone regardless of their status and is not something that is selectively applied by the Fire Lord when it suits them.

So to sum up, it seems pretty clear that the narrative of ATLA seems to prime the audience for a proper Azula punishment arc. For not only has she committed several unforgivable, or at least nigh-unforgivable, crimes, but also has failed to take any responsibility for her actions or show outward remorse.

Thus, the audience most likely wants to see Azula get punished as part of a greater Fire Nation war crimes tribunal and/or for her actions as part of the Fire Warriors.

And while either scenario might be hard for Azula stans fans to watch, at least they have the potential not only serve as a healing moment for people both in or out of the Avatar-verse, but also provide very entertaining and thought provoking moments as well.

For imagine Ozai trying to justify his actions to a war crimes tribunal? Or watching Iroh tensely wait and see if a jury believes his actions against his brother’s regime outweighs the crimes he committed/is responsible for as both an esteemed Fire Nation general and as Azulon’s heir for decades.

(Yes, technically we don’t know if Iroh committed war crimes, but it is highly unlikely that Azulon’s crown prince and general was completely innocent. But I admit this is just a headcanon for now.)

Or imagine the courtroom scene as the Fire Warriors try to justify them following Azula due to being grateful for her breaking them out of their abusive asylum(s)? Or when one of the asylum healers explains the nature of their treatments, and thus it dawns on the audience that the asylums are worse than prison and are likely to breed terrorists due to inmates resenting the society that locked them up there “for their own good” instead of the more merciful option of prison?

For isn’t Avatar at its best when it manages to simultaneously be both entertaining and thought provoking at the same time?

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