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dark-night-hero · 2 months

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"So it's true! You and her- Guizhong were a thing. Then what the hell does that make me Morax?!" "Can you just drop it of? We're in a hurry." He was tired. And their friend was in danger. "No! Knowing you'll be out there to save your other lover, tell me the truth Morax! Is it true?!" It was the same topic of argument for some time now. He had been denying it over and over again, he just cannot seem to understand why you kept insisting even after hearing him say that was not the case. And he was getting tired of it.

Guizhong was just a friend and that very same friend is now in danger if they do not arrive at rhe right time and here he is getting hold up because of your questions. And knowing you would not let him go even if he were to deny it because that was the truth. Maybe he should give in for now to avoid further more questioning and leave as fast as he can so he could come back to you in now time, knowing that he could easily resolve the misunderstanding and his lies. "You know what. It's true. Now if you just get out of the way, I need to save her." "Wha-what? Wa-wait! Morax-!"

He did not mean to be harsh than he already is. He was just mad, mad because he saw no reason why you should get jealous of a friend, a common friend of yours. Mad because he was running late and a little more than to it could possibly result the death of a dear friend. At the same time, he was mad at himself for leaving that way. But he knew he could always explain when he came back into you. The two of you could always sort it out after the battle like you two always does.

So why? So why in the world- celestia were everything was on fire. And you were in the middle of it, leaning on your weapon for support, blood running down all the way from your temple into your chin. It was not just that. You are bleeding, bleeding all over. Why. Why why why why why? Just what the hell happened in here?

"Don't come." You utter, despite the fact that you could barely stand, you painfully look forward to your lover... heh, can he still be called a lover when he already admitted that he betrayed you? "Some..." you pant. "Some beings came into the city while you were away... hahh, I manage to defend the city until all the people manage to flee but- cough! Hahh, the god manage to escape."

"No. No no no no no." It was getting hard to breathe, nevertheless you should see Morax from afar, running towards you. "Bastard- I told you not to come he-!" You stagger forward, for a moment losing consciousness, still, you embrace yourself with the thought of you hitting the ground. But you never did.

"Let go." "It was a lie. There was no one else." "Morax- I said-" "I was in a hurry, I did not mean to say those words. Guizhong was only a friend. Believe me. God- Celestia. There is no one else. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't leave me." He was hugging, cradling you in his arms. His tears rolling down his cheeks, into your own but you were feeling quite numb to notice that.

"It's..." You tried to hold up a hand but you could only feel the pain and the more it drains you. In the end you could only hold on into his arm. "It's okay... you don't have to lie to make me... feel better." You tried to smile to make him feel better, so why does it look like he was about to lose his whole world? "No. No please. It's nothing like that. I was a fool, I am a fool. Please believe me there is no one else but you. (First name). Please."

You knew he was talking, you can see him talking despite how things were slowly starting to go blurr, you can hear a few words but cannot seemed to focus on it when there is a high pitched ring that makes you unable to focus on what he was saying. Also, "It's cold." You mumble, fighting everything you can to stay conscious.

"Fuck!" Morax can feel your body slowly but surely cooling down. Suddenly his heart dropped as he panicked, he was getting anxious. He felt fear for the first time in his life. "Hold on, please hold on." He tried, he tried his best to fix you with his powers but it was no avail. You have so many wounds, you have already lost a lot of blood. You were dying all ago. "Fuck." He cursed once again. "Fuck, fuck! I told you to hold on (First name)!" He was getting mad again.

Morax felt like he was going mad, he felt like he was about to get crazy. Specially when he saw you starting to close your eyes. He felt a shiver down his spine. "Don't you dare close your eyes (First name)!" Not like this, not when you seemed to sure that he never loved- love you. "Fuck!" His amber iris were glowing with that presence of a dragon. "Don't you dare fell asleep (First name). I'm begging you please-?" He felt a light squeeze on his arm.

"Its.. okay." Taking your last breath, Morax felt the heavy weight of your now dead body in his arms. Your hand falling to your side as your head rest in his chest. At that very moment a rain drop fell from the sky, Morax arms were trembling yet still manage to pull you closer to him as if trying to find a little warmth. "Hah, hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHA."

That day, the dragon lost his mate. His one and only mate as his anguish cries were heard all throughout their land.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: bye, may klase pa ko ng alas quatro sa hapon.

: Also, why is it always zhongli who become the victim of my angst ideas. Tho I might make a same promt with ???

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lovingjingyuan · 2 months

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It's Just The Past You Can't Remember

Blade wants you because you look like his past lover whom he married when he was Yingxing. The same name, birthday, face, hair everything resembled his wife who died to help assist him in his crimes taking the flesh of the abundance emanator that turned him immortal.

This will be hard to understand if you don't know the actual in-game lore how Blade actually became immortal so I'll sum it quick ***Jingliu said something along the line in the quest where they all meet up. Yingxing is a fool for taking an abundance emanator's(Shuhu) flesh to assist Dan Feng in saving Baiheng but ended up backfiring turning him into a immortal, becoming a curse for him*** Yeah that's the actual in game lore in a quest. Hopes this helps understand! I changed some parts to adjust to the story but the one I just said is the real version.

Yandere Blade x Yingxing's reincarnated wife

---♡𓌜 Bladie 𓁍

Blade laid his eyes on you through the coward. This wasn't the first time you two had met on another planet. You were in Elio's script so he always knew exactly where you are and what your every move is.

Even if he cannot remember his past fully he knew out of Five people Three must pay the price. And he pursues those very words. He remembered that Yingxing, his past self, had a wife who died in his arms.

Jing Yuan and Jingliu confirmed those very words. Pictures of their engagement kept in Jing Yuan's basement confirmed those dreams he had of his past life with you.

So now he stood waiting for the opportunity to take you. He will never let anyone take you away now. No matter how long he'll always hunt you down on every planet you go to just to pursue you.

You laid your eyes on Blade while he walked towards you pushing through the cowards of people.

Why is he here? You think to yourself as you push through the people to get yourself out of here. Fear rushed through your veins as you hurried out of here.

You ran to tell the guards on this planet that a wanted criminal from the IPC was here. A stellaron hunter. This was never your first encounter with him where he constantly harasses you with the idea you're his past lover and he's here to take you back.

You can't remember your past life! And you don't know this man at all so why is he here?! Every relationship you got in was over in a heartbeat. They all abandoned you due to fear of Blade and his sword slaying through their necks.

To Blade, you're still his wife even if you can't remember the past. Can he remember it clearly himself? No, but knows enough to put the pieces together and desire to live through those moments once again. To him; you being a new person is basically almost a win-win. He’s not his old self you’re not your past self so why not start a new beginning together? Just a refreshing start, just the two of you forever.

You stopped in your tracks when in one swift motion an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in his embrace.

"Found you," the harshness of his voice rang in your ears. Cold blood rushed through your body.

"You again! Why do you always do this?!"

"I'm here for one simple thing" his voice was deep and cold yet he was serious, "I came here to take back what's mine."

You plunged a knife into his abdomen. He grunted in pain but held you steadily refusing to let go. Those wounds won't hurt as much as losing you again. Even if the game and adrenaline is captivating as it is, he won’t lose you again.

"Is that the best you can do my dear?" His voice rang through your ears.

"I don't know why you're obsessing over the past! You're just a Stellaron Hunter. You should be focusing on atoning for your sins instead of this!" You used every strength in your body to push him away. It was never enough he didn't even budge.

"Why would I let you off so easily? You belong to me." His arms still gripped tightly around your waist having no intention of letting go. "You once belonged to Yingxing so you belong to me."

This made your blood boil. You held back every nerve in your body not to blow up at him calling him an imbecile and use profound language towards him.

"I don't know who Yingxing is or his wife. You don't have to hunt me down. Your wife. She's long gone dead. You know it so stop hunting me down everywhere I go!" You snapped at him, balling your hands into a fist.

He grabbed your chin tilting your chin towards his face. He blood orange iris staring into yours. You can see your reflection in his eyes. His pupils expanded. He was truly in love with the past.

Blade remains silent for what seems like a good while. His hands brushed against your waist softly holding you firmly.

"What if I want to reclaim what was once mine in the past?"

"Well, you can dig up your wife's grave then!"

His eyes harshed. His blood boiled. Even though he knew for sure you were his past lover. The dishonorable mention of his wife still angered him immensely when someone badmouthed his lover. “And you're the reason your wife died! She helped you take abundance emanator’s(Shuhu) flesh! Helping you betray the Luofu! Because of your selfishness, she died and you're immortal!"

Although you didn't fully understand his past relationships with his wife. You knew this from the books you read. How your past self had helped him betray Luofu out of love.

You know that you cannot deny that it may be true you are his past lover but a reincarnation. Yet your stubbornness prevents you from accepting the truth.

“You can't love someone from dreams and memories you don't even remember-" his hands covered your mouth preventing you from speaking any further as he immediately cut you off.

"I remember. My dreams are accurate to my past" He always told you he dreamt of his past when he was once Yingxing.

He continued, "You are her!" His words are swift and furious. He always reminded you that you have the exact same name, face, and birthday as his past wife.

"My last dream was you and me on bed during our wedding night." Blade always told you of his dream every time you've met. "You told me that you will always love and stay with me no matter the situation."

So that he dragged you away without your consent keeping you trapped with him forever. You'll live your life with him. And once this life of yours dies out he'll go on his hunt for your next life.

Maybe he'll give you the flesh of an abundance emanator to become immortal like he once did so he can keep this fairytale he longed for forever.

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr #yandere blade #yandere blade x reader #blade x reader #hsr blade #x reader #yingxing #high cloud quintet #yingxing x reader

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yourheart-inmyhands · 7 months

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I really like your writing. It gives me strength to continue living. Thank you!! Can I request Yandere! Pantalone Zhongli Neuvi Ayato with Tsundere Reader👉👈

i cannot confirm or deny whether or not i fully understood this. for clarification, i know what a tsundere is and even googled it to be double sursies, but i have never written about a tsundere before so i don't know how good this is, sorrryyyy ;v;

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, like obsessive behaviors, intentional setting off of reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Pantalone would be so confused and irked. He doesn’t understand it, he doesn’t understand you. You’re so cold and off-putting at times and other times you’re a fumbling, blushing mess. He’s confused as to why you seem to flip between the two so fervently, he tries his best to understand it but all the mora in Teyvat still couldn’t help him figure it out.

Pantalone and you sit, silently eating dinner in his office. It’s a typical night with nothing but the company between you two. “Here, try this.” Pantalone uses his fork to pick up a bite of his food, something he had been served but that you had initially passed on. He smiles softly at the faint blush that settles onto your cheeks, brushing over the soft skin. When he points out how he adores it though it only darkens as you scowl at him. Even if he doesn’t understand the sudden switch, he still brings to light that he finds your pout even cuter, launching you into a spiral of angry words.

Yandere!Zhongli is a little baffled at first but seems to quickly pick up on what things cause that subtle shift in your behavior. He often does things intentionally to make you ‘upset’ , finding you to be quite humorous and adorable.

Zhongli couldn’t help but smile as you ranted and raved about a comment of his, your balled fist lightly tapping his chest as you pretended to strike him. When a chuckle arose he had to bring his hand up to politely cover his mouth, his teeth sinking into his tongue to prevent the escape of the noise. You were simply too cute, it was impossible for him to not make little comments that he knew would set you off. It was never anything harsh, he could never hurt your feelings like that, but he still knew which phrases worked best against you. And until you no longer seemed affected by them, he’d continue to use them.

Yandere!Neuvillette is entirely perplexed. His understanding of human behavior is limited to what he’s observed over the years from his position in the court and what he’s learned from stories the melusines tell him. He tries asking you about it every time only to never receive an answer, he’s even asked other people if your behavior is normal and all they can seem to reply with is that you’ve always been that way.

To say Neuvillette was confused would be an understatement, he simply could not wrap his head around any part of you. He couldn’t even ask what made you act so mean sometimes cause you’d get upset and say you weren’t being mean! Asking around to the townsfolk didn’t aid much in his pursuit of understanding either, people just seemed to know only that you’ve always been like that. Neuvillette is nothing but determined to understand what makes you, you though, so you can rest assured nothing you say will deter him from you.

Yandere!Ayato finds it rather amusing, often calling you into his office whilst he’s working so that he can see your pouty face as he teases you. The faint blush crawling across your skin makes your true feelings evident though, even still he knows when enough is enough.

Ayato smiled amusedly as he watched you rant and rave in front of his desk. Today was another day where he had called you forth to fluster you, you don’t know why you still came at this point! Your pout, crossed arms, and sudden attitude only makes things more amusing, with Ayato resting his elbows on his desk, hands intertwined beneath his chin to support his head. His eyes never leave you as he listens with intent, knowing that even if it’s just senseless rambles about how ludicrous his behavior is, it’s still you speaking to him and he’ll always listen.

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telvess · 9 months

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Record of Ragnarok Poseidon (relationship headcanons) 🔞

My first attempt in writing anything in… eternity. I’m not a native English speaker but trying to improve myself, sorry for all mistakes I've made. I didn’t write any major spoilers but used knowledge from manga. Also + still no clue how tumblr works.

Poseidon is such a adorable idiot.

SFW Not gonna lie, to catch his eye (not to mention eye-to-eye contact) there will be needed someone really specific. Someone similar to him in general, but unique in details. I think Poseidon is really good observant. Just because he’s indifferent to others, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t pay attention. He would notice nuances in behaviour, manners and gestures. His future s/o must be elegant, self-contained and pride. Maybe not in the haughty way but undoubtedly confident in her position as a goddess. Definitely not ‘damsel in distress’ type, she has to have guts to rule her sphere, protect her opinion and status. No other god or goddess shall stick their nose in her business. Unless they’re ready for harsh words or worse. In summary: a less extreme version of Poseidon. On the other hand, I don't think these qualities are enough to draw Poseidon's interest. It’s good base but potential s/o must get under his skin. Intentionally or no, she has to do or say something that would get his attention, and annoy him… He wasn't seeking her subtle chitchat, nor did he want to end up witnessing her fight! Congratulations, miss! You accidentally annoyed Tyrant of the Seas! Choose a burial place. Jokes aside, the best thing s/o can do here is ignore Poseidon. He thinks he wants that, but hey! Looks like he played himself. Now s/o annoys him even more and he cannot understand why. Such a useless bottom feeder and he can’t get over her?

She was like a sea: capricious and unpredictable in nature, always remained resistant to the expectations of others. But sea bend to his will like tamed puppy. He stamp his foot and it humbly part before him. That’s what he couldn’t stand - how little control he had over her, how unbearably free this woman was compared to other gods who ran away in terror as soon as he merely frowned.

Poseidon would catch himself thinking about her in the least expected moments. He used to almost never leave his realm, now suddenly is more present in social life. Still doesn’t care much, usually just staying in loneliness that nobody dare to disturb and observing from distant object of his contempt. As if nothing had changed, yet it did. Probably the only people that would notice he’s different will be Hermes and Hades. When first one won’t act on it nor share his observations, the eldest brother definitely won’t resist to make some ambiguous comments.

— Well that’s unusual of you, dear brother — said Hades. He toyed with his glass of wine, watching carefully Poseidon, who looked as unconcerned as ever. However he honoured him with one short glance. Hades couldn’t stop the corners of his lips to lift up. Did his little brother seem… disturbed? Or was that just his imagination? If Hades could pick one thing out of everything known in the universe that was unshakable and untouched by time or any other matter Poseidon would be his choice. Unaffected stability that did not leave any room for doubt and yet… something… someone push his stern brother out of his safe zone. Hades couldn’t wait to see what else the future may bring to them. He just hoped the intruder will be able to keep up with the challenge.

It will actually take a lot of time for Poseidon to realize that he isn’t annoyed with s/o but himself. Idea of being attached to another person is almost physically uncomfortable. It’s new and suspicious. The moment of understanding is the flash point of the relationship. At this point Poseidon would abandon distant admiration and start acting. He is still slightly annoyed but what’s more irritate him is the absent of that unbearable mouth of s/o. Poseidon would sit next to her or stand much closer at any events. At first she won't notice, but over time she'll start to connect the facts. She’s not dumb. Quiet neither. If she point it out, he may mock her.

— Why don't you just ask me to dance instead of deterring others? It would be a graceful way to start a relationship. Poseidon gave her almost cold look. — Such a audacity — his voice teetered on the verge of indifference - he thought so. She snorted. Her eyes weren’t darkened with anger, sparks of mirth still shone in them. Maybe even more after his refusal. Then she turned to face him and, with a subtle but promising smile, began to close the distance between them. Poseidon remained calm as she came within inches of him. He could feel the warm breath of hers, the smell of fresh air… — You know you want me — she whispered without hesitation. Something unbearably nagging was born in Poseidon’s belly. And that annoying heat under it… almost as someone wounded him. He frowned but didn’t move away. — How are you going to win me over if you can't stop fighting with yourself? — she asked innocently and didn't wait for an answer - just left him on the balcony.

Truth be told, Poseidon wasn’t made for small talks so s/o is doing most of the part and - to provoke a reaction - teasing him a bit. After a while, they both find the silence in their presence pleasant. Poseidon’s seduce tactic would mostly navigate around small gestures such as gifts. However he won’t send them like every normal suitor. If his s/o lives near the ocean or is often near it, she would probably find many beautiful pearls by chance. All of them in her favourites colours of course. Is she basking on the beach? The finest shells surround her. Is she admiring shoal of fish, coral reef or just the sound of the sea? There are no storms. And go on… It’s hard for Poseidon to overcome his pride and openly talk about his desire. When he finally bring himself to it, he’ll sound angry as if he’s doing something unworthy of him. Once s/o assures him that she wants to know more, Poseidon would relax.

— I want you to remind me every day how unbearable I am. How capricious… how impertinent… — she kissed his hand without taking her eyes off him and then put it to her cheek. Poseidon liked the cool touch of her skin — And still watch me with that quiet yet deep fascination.

Yeah, s/o has to make it official by saying out loud how she feels and Poseidon generously accept the offer…

NSFW For Poseidon to be in any relationship, especially romantic is almost impossible. He doesn’t get involved with others because, in his opinion, they’re not worth it. So nobody would force on him arranged marriage. He must be the one choosing that path. That’s why I don’t believe he would ever degenerating his s/o. The reason is simple - he would treat his wife with the same level of respect he treats Hades. Otherwise she wouldn’t be his wife; she cannot be someone less. I also don’t think he would praise her much, probably only when he’s in right mood she would hear complement here and there. His s/o must be good at reading his minimalistic facial expressions and body language. She may notice how his eyes widen in admiration, how he holds his breath for a moment or tightens the jaw muscles when feels really good. He’s not vocal; purrs or growls only on occasion. Poseidon has his moments where he shows desire for s/o. He won’t say it loud but won’t take his eyes off her as she undress in the evening. Yeah, she definitely gonna feel that burning look on her back. The only place where he become caring and warm is in bedroom, in private, far from servants’ eyes. These kind of moments are rare. Mostly because they both take their responsibilities seriously, which means they've been separated for a long time. Poseidon is calm, methodical lover. He’s detail-oriented - would leave no curve or plane untouched from his hands or tongue. He’ll enjoy every sound, shaking and blush s/o make, and act in accordance with the mentioned gestures. Poseidon prefers variants of missionary position to share eye contact though he wouldn’t say no to his s/o if she wants to ride him. In intimidating moment he enjoys challenging her to not close eyes when he thrusts deep into her. He starts with slow and almost annoyed pace that soon becomes raw and firm when they both chase their release. Afterward they usually lay in bed in silent, both satisfied and tired. Poseidon won’t say it loud but he really likes when his wife show him affections at that time. Slowly almost lazily massaging his chest, touching his neck and jaw, putting small kisses on his ear or cheek. Her tender words soft him. Poseidon doesn’t entirely return the favour but when she does all this to him, he caresses her back, pretending to be indifferent.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #snv poseidon x reader #ror poseidon x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #snv x reader #udj

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verysium · 4 months

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would a beautiful young lady like you be so generous and besprinkle me with some sae itoshi thoughts

beautiful young lady? 🤭 anon you are so sweet. and for that, i present to you a writing idea that has lingered in the back of my mind for a while now. introducing......✨rōnin sae✨

he was originally the first-born son of a wealthy samurai clan but was ostracized due to his left-handed fighting style and refusal to conform to bushido. the night of his thirteenth birthday, he wrongfully murdered a man, and for that he was exiled by his family and later banished from the estate. forced to leave everything behind, he traveled on foot to kyoto to enter into the service of the daimyō at yodo domain, but no master or dojo would accept him.

after three years, he became a wanderer, a ghost identified by nothing except the incorporeal lingering of fear he left behind. no one has ever seen his face, nor do they know his name. a pair sharp teal eyes is the last thing the unfortunate souls see before they meet their end at the tip of his blade. he slices so clean it leaves no blood, only a soft body caught between the furrows of earth, lodged into eternal sleep beneath the snow.

working part-time as a serving girl between a soba shop and a brothel, you encounter him on one of the longest days of winter, the sole customer who dares to enter between the hours of midnight and dawn. as you set down his bowl, your eyes catch onto the silk tie fastened to the hilt of his katana, a rich hue of burgundy red. he must be a member of the upper nobility, you think. you've only ever seen the color on the obi of the wealthy patrons and the entrancing eyes of the madam's geisha. you politely ask him where he bought such beautifully dyed fabric, setting down his chopsticks with a sweet smile. he stares up at you from beneath his jingasa hat, so low on his face that you cannot see his eyes. a beat of silence passes, then two.

it is blood.

his tone is quiet, deep enough to send shivers down your spine. he waits to see the horrified look on your face, the crumpling of your delicate features so that he knows when to leave, where he is not welcome. but it never comes. instead you beam, blabbering on about how you figured he was a ronin with the number of bodies he left behind, and the number of days he says he's been here. he remains silent, though you see a flicker of something beneath the brim of his hat, the color so bright you do not know if it is blue or green.

you realize who he is. and you don't care.

that is enough to get sae interested in you, at least interested enough not to kill you. most people never hear the rumors let alone fathom his existence, yet you let him stay here with you, as if you expected his presence all along. at first, he coughs and refuses, standing up swiftly to find the exit. but when he lifts the noren and is hit with a face full of harsh snow, he begins to reconsider your offer, to wait until the storm passes.

you boil tea on the kettle as you lay out a spare futon on the tatami, lighting a candle in the darkness. in the corner, he sees a small misshapen bundle beneath the blankets, and he immediately pulls his hand back when two glossy eyes peer back up at him. the bundle he realizes is your mother, and the blankets he learns is a deathbed. you have no other kin left, no money to feed yourself, nowhere to hide the rotting body. only in time will he fully understand the ghosts of your past. you are the daughter of a prostitute; he is a son in exile. it shouldn't even be considered a match, but it strangely feels like one.

the storm passes, but sae doesn't leave. instead, you and he settle into the mundane expanse of cold routine, him searching for hire by day and you working by night. except one night, you do not return home by the tenth hour bell. it isn't until the sun carves a sliver into the morning sky that he sees your silhouette in the doorway, kimono slightly rumpled. you pull the ornaments out of your hair, makeup smeared as you run frantically into your room, slumping before your wash basin.

it doesn't take much from him to pry out an entire story from your lips. apparently your friend himeko has disappeared, the last you've seen of her was her entanglement with a young nobleman who promised to buy her out of the brothel. you sigh, lamenting that you are not attractive enough to be wed, much less make your way up the ranks of the maiko. sae wants to say you are foolish for believing a man's lies, but he holds his tongue when he sees your expression, the delicate features of your face crumbling, the same way he expected them to the night you met. it is the first time he sees you cry, and he cannot even hold you. he does not know why this hurts so much.

it's too late by the time he realizes.

you've buried yourself into him. stomped your muddy footprints all over his heart. left evidence in the snow. successfully haunted him in every single iteration. now he tells you that he would wed you in a single heartbeat. any sign of discomfort and he would not hesitate to kill. his only regret is that he wished he could give you more than this life of an untethered ghost, more substance than this lack of being. but your lips quell the storm that resides in his heart, his rotting fingers trembling as they find a home on the side of your cheeks. if he were to die, he would be content to be buried inside you, his stone cold body resting within the peace of your existence.

it is the hour between midnight and dawn when sae realizes the snow outside has stopped and that his life has only just begun.

#asks #can you tell this was inspired by mizu...#sae itoshi #sae itoshi x you #sae itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x y/n

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redsm0kee · 5 months

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Headcanons For John Doe

He literally adores you

He was ready to be yours from the very beginning.

As much as he loves you, John's love language is a little harsh on people. After all, he's not a human.

You should talk to him openly, I don't think he will understand the implications. Especially about things you don't like because John has a very over-the-top approach to a lot of things.

John's Love language is physical touch

He absolutely cannot manage to stay away from you. He wants to be with you all the time, he has no idea about personal space.

He doesn't need your simple basic needs, like sleeping. But still, doing something with you is much more special for him than you think, so hugging you and falling asleep gives him great pleasure.

I'm sure John loves being the little spoon. (but doesn't mind being big spoon)

He needs words of validation. He tried so hard to be with you and he doesn't feel worthy of you. In his eyes, you are no different than a goddess.That's why telling him that you will always love him increases him self-confidence, even a little bit.

I don't think he's good at technology at all.

He will never get bored of you. No matter what you say or do, he will give you his full attention and focus, even if he doesn't understand.

He's not very knowledgeable about human emotions. That's why he can't understand why he feels uncomfortable when people are around you.

He doesn't like you being social and having people around you, but seeing you happy makes him happy too, so he doesn't mind this situation.

NSFW 🔞‼️

John's favorite position is missionary. He loves watching the shapes your face takes while making love.

Even though missionary is him favorite, he has no problem with any position.

Definitely open to innovations. He trusts you one hundred percent, so he's very open to any fantasy he can try with you.

I think it's pretty durable. Although many people think that John will ejaculate quickly, I do not think sooooo

He is quite vocal when making love. Moans, grunts...

As I said, John is not a human being and so the way he shows his affection can be a little harsh on people. This also applies to sex.Although he may be gentle at first, he will not be able to control himself and will begin to become harsh and rude.

During sex, all him animal instincts come out, he doesn't think logically at all.

John loves to fill you with his cum.

He has very thick, dense and sticky sperm.

After sex, he will hug you tightly and won't let you go.

He will hug and kiss you and breathe in your scent until you fall asleep.

Thanks for reading<3

Red

#john doe #john doe game #yande.re #yandere #john doe visual novel #john doe horror game #john doe headcanons

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OC Thoughts: Esther, Viva & Their Relationships

Inspired by @olivermorningstar ; some characters have been omitted ; excuse any typos and other such errors -- busy + very giddy

Princes

Chevalier

Esther: Obviously, she loves him, but her care predates even that. In Esther's eyes, Chevalier has always appeared rather lonesome, the stories told by the people around them having her wonder just how much of the gossip is true. Have he truly done that? Is he as monstrous, as brutal, as they describe him?

Yes and no.

Esther is well aware of the extent of Chevalier's ruthlessness. However, she has also always acknowledged his humanity, reached towards it to cradle it against her heart. To her, Chevalier has never been more than a man -- incredibly strong, resilient, dedicated and talented man, but still a man, just as capable of hurting as anybody else. Everybody has some potential for evil. She's seen his potential for good as well. Nothing is sweeter than his affection.

Viva: Chevalier is the annoying soon-to-be-brother-in-law. She has no clue what Esther sees in him, however, she cannot deny the fact that Chevalier treats her sister well (or at least attempts to do right by her).

Viva doesn't understand why Chevalier would try to obscure his intentions and feelings. At times, she pushes him to be more direct or shares her insight with him. (Nobody loves Esther more than Viva and that much will always remain true -- there are things that Chevalier simply cannot understand, part due to his protective nature). She doesn't need to like him to wish him and Esther everything best.

Leon

Esther: They get along fairly well! As it happens, Esther tends to be the representative of foreign affairs faction... or much rather, to be one of the mediators. (Chevalier and Leon do not need to see eye to eye. Viva and Esther? They're on good terms. Leon will not threaten his relationship with Viva by being too harsh on Chevalier, and similarly, Chevalier will not risk pushing Esther away to win against Leon.) However one may look at it! They do end up working together at times. It's generally fairly pleasant.

Esther's glad that her sister found somebody like Leon. She genuinely believes he is capable of making Viva happy and helping her find her place in the world.

Viva: It's... complicated. At first, she hates him, or much rather, she hates the image of him she's conjured up in her mind. He's supposed to be a ruthless "royal", oblivious to the struggles of the common people, somebody heartless enough to abandon his original state without looking back at the people left behind. But when she realises that is not the case? She does not know what to think. She loves him. She hates loving him. She hates herself for ever hating him. A part of her loves hating him, while also drowning in self-loathing.

Once that's all said and done, however? Leon is Viva's rock, her oasis, save heaven. He's the only person she does not need to prove her strength to. She can cry and crumble, and he'll just hold her until she's whole again. Viva adores him. She wants to be better for him.

She's ready to be his protector, his lioness.

Yves

Esther: Surprisingly enough, they're good friends! (It causes Chevalier to be mildly jealous at times.) They sometimes bake or cook together.

Viva: ...She enjoys teasing him a little too much.

Nokto

Esther: ...She sometimes (often) ends up being the butt of his jokes. He finds her reactions rather amusing. (He seems to enjoy embarrassing her, possibly to mess with Chevalier.)

Licht

Viva: Sparring partners! They also tend to their horses together. They don't necessarily talk much, but they find each other's presence to be rather comfortable.

Clavis

Esther: Oh, her initial employer. Oh, the schemer. Oh. Just Oh. Esther sees his inferiority complex and she tires her best to smooth things over between Clavis and Chevalier. (She has scolded Chevalier and asked him to be more considerate of Clavis multiple times.) She feels sorry for him.

At the same time, at times, he's too much. Clavis truly is a younger brother. A mischievous little rascal.

Viva: Partners in crime, especially when it comes to getting people to be truer to their actual feelings. They drink together sometimes. Are his pranks annoying? Yeah. But he digs out those pit falls himself. She does have a fair share of respect for hard-working people and Clavis is no exception to that. She doesn't believe him to be a bad person.

OCs

Maeve @keithsandwich

Esther: Esther cannot say she knows Maeve well -- or well, technically, that she knows her at all. They haven't officially met. It was "Queen Viva" who visited the Jadean palace, not Esther.

That being said, there's a certain secret she's found out and she intends to keep it well-hidden. She appreciates Maeve's gentle nature and believes they could get along well. (Maeve also seems rather relatable, given the fact that they both come from the peasantry.)

Viva: Maeve seems like a nice person, however, the majority of her spiritual stuff flies over Viva's head. She's secretly afraid of being disrespectful -- Maeve's a priestess, but she doesn't seem to worship the God Viva knows... Not that there's anything wrong with that. She just lacks the knowledge on the topic.

Viva has the feeling that Maeve wishes for peace. She hopes their relationship will strengthen as they both lead their countries towards prosperity -- together, as allies.

Beatrice @bicayaya

Esther: She's... actually, somewhat intimidated. All the things Esther struggles with, Beatrice seems to do rather effortlessly. She admires her education, elegance and grace. Sometimes she stops for a moment to listen when Bea plays piano.

Esther wonders whether that's what a proper noblewoman should be. Beautiful, delicate, skilled... And she wonders whether one day she could be even fraction of that.

Viva: Oh, Bea is another good object for teasing. Unlike Esther, Viva feels anything but intimidated. She acknowledges Bea's talents and virtues, but at the same time... There isn't anything wrong with not having them either.

She wonders whether Beatrice would perhaps enjoy sneaking out to town. She'd love to show her around, to take her out to the marketplace (especially flea market), and to treat her to some of the treats sold at various stalls.

Oliver @olivermorningstar

Esther: Sometimes it feels like Oliver is the only sane person around. The scientist may be a little eccentric and detached from others, but he has a nice, soothing presence. She appreciates all the effort he's put into figuring out how to help manage her symptoms.

Esther may or may not come by the infirmary just to see whether he's there and to check up on him. She tends to bring some snack and tea along -- nothing refreshes the mind like some home-made treats.

Viva: Oliver's weird, okay? He's weird. He spends entire days doing his research and Viva absolutely cannot comprehend how he doesn't end up bored... At least until she hears about his discoveries.

Truth be told, Viva would love to hear Oliver talk about his research. She can't imagine herself doing his work, but she sees it as extremely valuable nonetheless. (However, at the same time, she may be a little afraid of scaring him through, well, being herself.)

Leyla @violettduchess

Esther: The first word that popped up in Esther's head when seeing Leyla was "vibrant". Esther cannot deny any of Leyla's merits, but their lives are so different it makes her head spin a little. Given their personal beliefs, they would likely be able to get along just fine, however, they may disagree about the methods of accomplishing their goals.

Leyla reminds Esther of Viva. They're both free in a way that's foreign to her. They're bright, decisive, strong, capable, open and daring. Simply brave. She's generally happy supporting such people from the sidelines.

Viva: ... If she wasn't a Queen, she'd love to travel with Leyla. As things are, however? She wants to spar with her. She wants to show her around Rhodolite. She wants to hear her stories.

It'd likely be an another instance of "the boys can't get along, so we shall handle the talks instead". I can imagine them getting into trouble "for the greater good", and both Leon and Silvio following them unwillingly (...and Esther... and then, at the very end of this line, Chevalier).

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri oc #ikepri esther #ikepri viva #ikepri maeve #ikepri beatrice #ikepri oliver #ikepri leyla #chevalier michel #leon dompteur #clavis lelouch

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hello, I hope your doing ok! And I love your work with writing. Hopefully your in a good mental health right now cause I got a Agnst request!

So the reader and clone of your choice, have been together for a while and she or he introduces them to there parents. The parents don’t approve because they are clone racist! And would rather her or him be with someone nat born. How would clones react to that?

(Also if you wanna go for the headshot and really spice it up, the reader is pregnant. That gonna be a real messy one! P.s this is for when every you feel like it or get the time. I understand writing is just a hobby and some people can be rude. So when ever you get time or you just don’t wanna do it. That’s cool to. P.s.s I’m still support your blog weather my request gets answered or not. You’re awesome writer!)

Aloha!

Still breathing! Thanks for asking :)) Hope you are doing great!

Oh, that's an interesting idea, one I can actually imagine would be true for some people if it was reality... Let me try my take on this one. I hope you don't mind me leaving out the pregnant part, though, I'd like to focus on the 'racism' part itself.

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - The Worth Of A Clone

Warnings: Angst/Tension/ uhm, Clonecism? (racism)

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Meeting your parents for the first time is excitement enough for your batcher, the whole thing takes a nasty turn when it turns out that your family doesn't have a good opinion of clones, especially when it comes to courting you.

AC:

Keep in mind that I am writing this from my point of view, how I would imagine the situation, and also how I might react. I cannot guess how others would react. Well, I could, but then I would have to have at least ten versions.

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Initial situation (For everyone but Echo): Your batcher and you are invited to dinner at your parents' house. Your parents finally want to meet the man in your life. When asked what your beloved does for a living, soldier for the republic army, the first reaction is restrained but quite sympathetic. When your father makes the joking, casual remark, "At least you're not one of those clones," disaster takes its course.

Hunter

He takes a breath, collects himself, he already feels that the truth will not make him any friends here, but he does not intend to lie.

"I am a clone, not exactly like the others, but I am created in the same way and do more or less the same job".

The looks he earns are at first puzzled and incredulous. Your parents scrutinize him.

Your mother says quietly to your father, "I didn't know there were different ones, he doesn't look like the others".

Your father frowns critically, it takes a while until he finally says something again.

"I can not tolerate this connection, and I certainly can not support it".

The words sound rough and harsh. He seems annoyed, as if you and Hunter had deliberately tried to deceive him.

"With all due respect, your daughter is an adult, we don't need your permission. We're here out of respect and decency."

"Decency," echoes your mother, "How can someone like you talk about decency, you're not even a real person."

Shocked and deeply disappointed, you want to retreat with Hunter. Your parents give you a choice, "Family or clone".

The decision is easy thanks to their disrespectful attitude.

"I'm going with Hunter"

Hunter feels touched, hurt and guilty at the same time. He is overjoyed that you stand by him, despite everything, but he feels guilty because you break with your family because of him.

Echo

From the start, your parents react very dismissively and Echo feels very insecure. He wants to be polite, because after all they are your parents, actually he had hoped to make a good impression. However, he realizes very quickly that clones are not very welcome here, and the fact that he is not even an 'intact' clone anymore makes things even worse.

"A clone, a broken clone, half a droid," your father growls to himself, not even having the decency to address Echo directly.

Your mother stands in the background, not giving Echo a second glance, a steep, stern crease between her brows. When she finally speaks, she sounds reproachful and disappointed.

"How can you do this to us, bringing this thing here?"

Echo says calmly, "I'm not a thing. A clone I am by all means, yes, but a human being nonetheless."

Your father points disparagingly at his prosthetics, "That one doesn't look human."

Echo sighs, he feels anger, but mostly a heavy disappointment and pain over this situation.

"Yes, I lost a few limbs fighting for the Republic. Other soldiers are decorated for that"

"Because they're real human beings," your father rumbles.

"Echo is a real human being!" you exclaim angrily.

It quickly becomes clear that the evening is over. You retreat. You are so sorry for the way things have gone, for the things Echo has had to listen to.

Sitting alone with you in your apartment, Echo says after a while of silence, "They're not wrong about one thing, you deserve better".

When you try to contradict him, he says, "Cyare, I know I'm a good soldier, I'm a real person, whether I'm a clone or half a droid. Still, you deserve better."

You hug him warmly, kiss him and say, "There is nothing and no one I love more, you are wonderful Echo, the best thing that has ever happened to me. What we both have, I will never give up, no matter what anyone else says".

Wrecker

At first, your parents are thrilled with the friendly giant. Especially your father seems pleased with your choice, "A soldier and what a soldier, look at this guy, I don't have to worry if my daughter is protected," he says enthusiastically and shakes Wrecker's hand with pleasure.

Wrecker smiles, very happy to have made a good first impression.

The mood shifts drastically, however, when it is revealed over the course of the evening that Wrecker is a clone soldier, obviously not a regular one, but a clone soldier nonetheless.

Your father sighs and says, "I'm sorry, but I can't condone that."

Wrecker asks in surprise, "Why not? Did I say something wrong? I assure you, I respect your daughter and love her very much."

"That's not the problem, it's more what you are" your mother says.

Wrecker looks at you questioningly, he can tell your heart is sinking right now, you already seem to know where this is going.

"I'm human," he says calmly.

"You're a clone, a copy of a human," your mother says somewhat snidely.

Wrecker blinks, then sighs. He's had this reaction before, only here, and now he didn't really expect it. Somehow he had hoped, or expected, that your family would think like you and be just as wonderful people.

After this evening, Wrecker is very unsettled, but he still behaves calmly. He is afraid that you will end the relationship. His pleased, relieved face when you make it clear to him that you will not be influenced by your parents' opinion is priceless.

He pulls you into his arms and cuddles tenderly with you all evening, incredibly happy that he can be so close to you.

Tech

"That would explain why he talks so pompously, like a droid. He's not a real person at all."

Tech raises his eyebrows in shock. He's used to hostility towards his heritage, but he didn't expect this, sitting at a table with you and your parents.

"Mother!" you exclaim, startled and annoyed.

"It's true, isn't it?" your father says, making a throwaway hand gesture.

Your gaze bounces back and forth between Tech and your parents. You feel ashamed of their behavior and the expression on Tech's face pains you, he looks genuinely surprised and hurt.

Tech clears his throat and says, "I guess I should go, I'm obviously not welcome here."

"We agree on that," your father says.

Tech swallows the comment that's on the tip of his tongue and stands up, still politely indicating a bow as he departs. You grab your jacket and hurriedly follow him, against your parents' calls for you to stay.

Tech looks at you in surprise as you catch up to him and reach for his hand.

"Mesh'la?"

"You didn't think I was just going to let you walk away from me because my parents had a stick up their ass, did you?"

He blinks, then smiles gently.

"I'm honored, my dear, but I don't want you to fight with your family because of me."

You stand on the tips of your toes, and he leans toward you. Gently kissing his cheek, you say, "My beloved, I don't care what they think. Admittedly, I would have been very happy if they had accepted you, but the fact that they don't, doesn't change my feelings for you. I won't turn my back on you".

Crosshair

"At least you're not one of those clones"

Crosshair's gaze moves from your father to you and back again, slowly, with what you realize is a suppressed sigh.

"Well, I'm no ordinary clone, a special version if you will, but a clone nonetheless".

"Can you clones feel anything at all. Can you even love?", asks your mother.

Crosshair says dryly, "I can only speak for myself. Theoretically we are all capable of emotion, I just like it in small doses, however with your daughter I make an exception"

Your parents are not very enthusiastic, neither about him as a clone nor about his dry humor. Crosshair faces a well-known hostility.

The mood is tense, but Crosshair is not the sort to put up with this nonsense. He stands up and says sharply, "The clones are the reason we can sit here at dinner tonight and not be under Separatist rule. But keep being condescending and ignorant, that seems to have gotten you a long way in life."

You also hastily get up, leaving your perplexed parents in the dining room. You follow Crosshair out, hastily quickening your steps to keep up with the strides of his long legs.

"Wait, Crosshair, don't run like that."

He stops, turns around and raises his brows.

"I'm not running, your legs are just too short" he says teasingly, finally smiling at you.

"I'm sorry-"

He raises his hand to interrupt you.

"It's okay, I'm used to this kind of behavior. I was hoping your family would be different, but I'm not exactly shocked that they're not."

He strokes your cheek and says, "It's okay, I don't blame you."

"I don't care what they say or want, I still want to be with you."

He smirks and says, "Of course you do, Kitten"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Haunt Me

Genre: Angst + some comfort

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers

CW: Depression, anxiety, mentions of a past traumatic event but it is never explained what happened, suicidal thoughts, this is a vent post

Character(s)/Reader: Dazai and Male Reader

Dark. All of it was dark, the only source of light was coming from your phone screen. You scrolled endlessly, trying to distract yourself from the memory of what happened to you so long ago, yet it doesn't work. All you can do is dwell on the past, the past you cannot escape no matter what. The past you couldn't control because you had no clue what was even happening. You wish you could somehow go back in time to stop it from happening, or perhaps stop you from even existing. What if no matter what you did, you couldn't stop it? What if the only solution was to stop you from being born all together? You wouldn't have experienced it if you hadn't been born. You'll no longer have to be haunted by what happened to you if you give up now. The pain seems to never end, the harsh memory always seems to haunt you no matter what you do. You cannot escape it, and it gets worse each day.

You spiraled. Spiraled in an endless loop of repeating the event over and over again in your head because your mind won't let you forget. You felt like you were going to lose it. Your mind won't let you heal, only relive, and yet you still try to distract yourself with your phone. Your phone just gives you video upon video of random things, things that you either love or hate. Things that can't seem to distract you anymore even though they did before. Why this day is it so bad? Why this day do you feel your heart get heavier and heavier, your mind grow darker and darker. You don't understand, so you can't do anything about it.

The door cracked open as your best friend Dazai walked in. You jumped. You knew the only other person besides you that had a key was him, but you had been anxious for days, so it scared you.

"Hey (Name). Are you alright? You haven't been to work in days." He spoke unusually gently as he kneeled in front of you. You laid your phone down and stared, not knowing what to say. How do you explain why you feel so down? Your mouth couldn't form the words even if you wanted it to. You'd probably just puke from having to describe the situation that haunts you. You didn't know how to respond, so you stayed quiet.

Dazai seemed to understand that you weren't in the mood to talk about it, and stood up. He looked around at your messy room before looking back at you. You looked awful. Your hair was greasy, your eyes had bags under them because of your nightmares, and you looked so lifeless.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. You gave him a small nod and sat up. He walked out of the room, but you remained sitting, trying to get the motivation to get up and eat. You knew you needed to, and Dazai would make you for that same reason.

Finally, you got up and walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. Dazai was preparing you your favorite dish, the only dish he knew. Dazai sucked at cooking, but he learned this dish for you. He wanted to know your favorite meal so he could make it for you when you needed it most, like right now.

Even though you smelled the delicious food in the air and you were in the company of one of your favorite people, you still weren't distracted from it. The memory still played, whatever triggered it just repeated so you could keep thinking of it. You stare at the counter for the first half of his cooking time, and then switch over to the stove during the second half.

Dazai plated up the food and placed it in front of you, telling you to dig in, and you did. You were surprised you still had an appetite, but you were also glad. That meant it isn't getting too bad.

The brunette gave himself some food and ate across from you, still standing. He watched as you ate, making sure you were eating all of it. Once you were finished, he asked if you wanted seconds. You nodded, and he gave you another serving. The delicious food made you feel a little happier than you had been the past week, but you still weren't distracted.

You both finished your meals and Dazai grabbed your dishes and started cleaning up. You watched as he did and silently thanked him.

Once finished, he suggested moving to the living room so you could both sit comfortably, so you did. Dazai sat down next to you and didn't say a word. He waited for you to speak, but it was obvious you weren't going to if he didn't start the conversation.

"What's wrong (Name)?" He asked, grasping your hand tightly. Again, you didn't know how you would explain it, so you didn't. Instead, you started crying. Dazai immediately pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back to sooth you as you sobbed. You held onto him tightly, not letting him pull away if he wanted to. He didn't.

You cried in his arms for 40 minutes before you loosened your hold on him. He kissed your head gently before pulling away, his arms still around you. You had always had a weird relationship with Dazai. The line between friends and boyfriends was often blurred, but you were too scared to ask what exactly he wanted. So you left it as is, even if you wanted more sometimes.

Dazai's hands moved to wipe your tears, cupping your face gently. "Do you feel any better now? It's alright if you don't want to talk about it." He asked. You nodded and looked deeply into his eyes before pulling him in for another hug.

You guys spent the rest of the night holding each other before eventually falling asleep. Dazai stayed over because he knew you enjoyed having him there and because he was worried about you. You were glad you had someone that knew how to handle you, even if he didn't know what happened to you. He didn't know of the event that to this day gives you nightmares, and he was okay with it. All that mattered was that you were okay.

Hopefully he can distract you. Hopefully the memory doesn't pop up again. It will, but you'll still hope it doesn't, because hope might be the only thing that can save you.

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I know I posted 2 Dazai posts in a row, but he's my comfort character.

Note: This story was written in a short amount of time and wasn't edited. I apologize for any errors.

#tw vent #bsd x male reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader #dazai osamu x male reader #dazai x male reader

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circular-bircular · 11 days

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The Benefits of Being an Octopus -- Perspective

It's that time of year again!

Each year, right at the end of the school year, we read a book in the 6th grade called The Benefits of Being an Octopus, by Ann Braden. It's a personal favorite of mine, one I reread again and again each year. And each year, the end of the book makes me cry those big crocodile tears, because damn if it doesn't hit hard for me.

I like to make posts about this book, though I haven't actually made it a tradition. I've only made one other post, about the phrase "suck it up" that's used in the book, and how it really felt impactful to me as a trauma survivor -- a reminder that I needed to face my troubles, rather than just avoiding them. It was powerful when I first read it, and it's still powerful today.

However, it's time to look at other aspects. Care to look with me?

Each year, when I read the book, I realize how different the kids are. My first year, the kids were... immature. There's really no other way to say it. These were kids whose last years of elementary school were stolen from them by a plague. They had no socialization at a very very fucking important age, and that fucked things for them in a major way. The next year, the kids were... well, disenfranchised I think makes the most sense. They did not give a single shit. They couldn't. They had bigger worries.

This year... The kids cared. The kids felt. The kids... feel a little too much.

These are kids that are well aware of the world around them. We read about the war in Sierra Leone and they didn't bat an eye; we discussed child soldiers and they made jokes about war, because to them, it was normalized. It was natural. In what world is an 11 year old desensitized to this? I had to impress upon them early that these things hurt. That these things weren't just readings, but true things people go through. And I think, by the time we got to BoBaO this year, they finally got it.

Each year, I have to explain that, no, the main character cannot just stick her food in the air fryer, because they can't fucking afford one. This year, I had kids explaining to me that the chicken nuggets would probably not be fully cooked in the toaster she made them in, and that could lead to her getting sick, and that's just another sign that being in poverty leads to further issues. These kids, remember, are 11. It's so vitally important for them to understand what people around them are going through, but they get it so well. I had kids opening up to others about their own trauma; one student discussed with her table how she lived in poverty, and how the only thing that helped her was her grandmother dying, because of the payout. And even then, that led to a discussion about how people in America can't afford to die.

Like... We can all agree how fucked up that is, right?

But at the same time, I'm teaching these kids that the abuser, Lenny, was abusive the whole time. They can't see it. They don't get it. That same child came to me and said that everyone was being too harsh, and that Lenny probably was hurting too, and that's why he lashed out. I had to very gently explain to her that abuse is never okay, even if there's a reason for it. And her heart was aching for that man, because in the end of the story, the people he was abusing left him. "How will he afford things now? Shouldn't he get another chance?"

I cut off my family in August. And these insights from the conversations I'm having -- about how the systems that oppress us lead to further oppression, or how people are still hurting and that doesn't negate the pain they've caused -- has really put a lot of my own healing into perspective.

It's a running commentary in the planning room about the kids we see growing up. Students spend the majority of their time with strangers they call teachers, and their parents rarely raise them. I think to my own experiences as a kid in school, and I realize just how... different it all is. And I wonder if those comments we have in the planning room were said about me. Particularly, "that's a kid whose parents are going to lose him." We say that frequently about the students who have helicopter parents. There's nothing we can do -- we aren't actually the parents of these kids, after all. But there's something so... insert an emotion here that describes what I feel when I look at these kids and see who I used to be. Like...

I see these parents, hovering over them, and I wonder, do they know that they're Lenny? Do they know that they're discrediting their children? Do they realize the amount of manipulation they're using, and how I am teaching these kids to recognize that? Do they know they will lose them?

Did Lenny know?

This year, more than any, I've gotten asked if there is a sequel to this book. And I always have to tell them, no. And they always respond with what they want from the sequel that isn't -- "Zoey escapes poverty" being a big one, or "I wanna see what Aurora is like when she grows up!"

I sat down one afternoon and thought about the potential sequel. I know what I would write, if I wanted to sit down and write fanfiction for this novel. I know, as a traumatized person, that Zoey's life isn't just going to be magically fixed... I want her to be a social worker when she grows up, someone who fights hard to protect kids from people like Lenny. I want her to be traumatized like me, but in therapy for it, and working hard to overcome her struggles.

But I also... weirdly want to see her siblings struggle. I want to see the bullying they experience. I want them to cut off the mom, who yes, was helpful, and yes, she tried her best, but fuck that, she still hurt them, she still neglected her children due to her own abuse--

And then it all gets fuzzy, because I hit too close to home.

And I wonder... How many students this year felt that too?

And I wonder... How many of you, out there, are feeling that right now?

Looping this back to syscourse (as I do often here), I just... wonder how many of you really understand that the things being said here about trauma aren't hypotheticals. That the things you cannot comprehend aren't just random accusations. They come from a place of hurt and inner truth, even if you cannot wrap your head around it. And that isn't to say some of you aren't traumatized!!! From my perspective, nearly everyone participating in syscourse is traumatized in some way, even by way of participating in these spaces. That counts. It always has.

I see so many posts each and every day just... showing utter confusion about the other side. "How could anyone think that? How could anyone possibly defend that?" And I just shake my head, because...

How could anyone possibly stay with Lenny? How could Zoey not see what her friends were going through? How did the mom abuse her, knowing what it would do? How could Fuchsia not tell anyone, how could Silas not explode, how could, how could, how could-

You aren't them.

You aren't these other people. You assume bad faith so often, just like the people in the story, and that's what led to them getting stuck. At some point, you need to push through, and the only way out is together.

There's a really good pair of quotes we focused on this year, and the kids really struggled with those quotes. One was a metaphor about a pond of algae. This isn't direct, but it's something like... "When you're stuck in a pond of algae, you turn green. It doesn't matter how many times someone tells you to stop." When... people are in that space -- when they're stuck in abuse, or they're in these angry settings, or whatever have you -- they mold to that space. No matter how often people explain that it's bad, or try to get that person out, if they are still in that situation, then they're in that situation until they aren't anymore. Telling people to stop being traumatized will never make them not traumatized. Telling people to just... Get With It? Won't work.

The second quote was something along these lines: "Sometimes you just have to have your back up against the wall to understand what you're made of, and you just haven't had that happen to you yet."

There's a lot of talk about oppression and prejudice and ableism and... lord, every buzzword ever in syscourse. But I feel like a lot of people don't get it. They don't understand those back-to-the-wall experiences, they don't see it in the people they're communicating with.

How do you get it if it hasn't happened to you?

Well. You do what my students did and you learn about it. You research. You grow. You try to look past the edge of your own nose, your own experiences, and see that there is a whole, big, mighty world out there, with people constantly going through things you couldn't even comprehend. And for fucks sakes, you listen to them. You acknowledge what they're saying. You realize that they are being true to their experiences.

And you stop calling those experiences into question when you express your confusion.

Learn to have your back-up-against-the-wall with them. Learn to find the wood for the raft together, instead of watching them drown in confusion: "Why don't they just swim?" you ask, but you let them keep drowning instead of helping. Help each other!

Isn't that what we want these kids to do?

#I may not be the best of us to have written all of this #and it's unedited because fuck it #We've been trying to write this for over a month now #And I'm just. Itching to get my thoughts out this year on it #I highly recommend the book to everyone #Benefits of Being an Octopus #syscourse #keeping up with nerd shit

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tottis · 1 year

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Blackbeard and The gentle(?) Beast.

One of my favorite disney princess movies is beauty and beast, only second to the princess and the frog (I ADORE princess and the frog you don't understand) and since we all collectively agree that Edward Teach has the most Disney Princess Doe Eyes in the media right now i just couldn't stop thinking about an ofmd disney princess AU and it happens that i was JUST listening to the abc b&tb musical thing SO. Yeah.

I like to think that Ed is Belle, I feel that some parallels just fit.

He's isolated from his peers, trapped in an image that isn't feeling like him anymore, probably never has. Daydreaming about something else, somewhere else, being someone else. Just. Living differently from this. From Blackbeard.

And he's hot as FUCK.

The major difference between Ed and Belle is that, in this really loose comparison, Belle craves adventure, she wants to see the world and experiment it but Ed already has. He has had all the adventures, all the treasures, seen so much of the world that the funny magic has already dissipated. I mean, of course he can still enjoy some of it, but he's not that young and naive to see the world with rose tinted glasses.

What Ed is craving is a life of softness, of leisure, of luxury and soft love and warmth and everything else that he has been deprived of because of his status, his skin, his gender and preferences.

I imagine that our Belle and our Beast get to understand each other in a more deep way with these roles. Both of them feel monsters, and both of them see the other as a Beauty.

Stede being The Beast is a little more combobulated, I'm afraid. I mean, yeah, he sees himself like a monster, or at least like something less than human. He has been abused because of his soft manners and soft preferences, soft self all his life. He has been too, like our Belle, depraved from being himself, but as the flower flowering from the asphalt, he has in some degrees, resisted. Learn to thrive in the harsh world of toxic masculinity, homophobia, i dare to say misogyny and from being fucking rich and white or whatever (check ur privileges stede ! lmao love u tho <3)

And he IS a flawed man, he has made mistakes, hurt people, being absent and negligent as some sort of copy mechanism from all of this. I feel empathy for him, of course i do, but we can't deny his damage. And he becomes The Beast because of that damage.

I like to think that he encounters The Witch while he is running away from his family. Seeking adventures like og Belle, and maybe because he wanted some pretty thing for himself in some Village, not thinking about the well-being of his crew first, The Witch sees that selfishness in him. He has to learn to really care about people. He cares on a superficial level, yes, but he can't really see beyond his privileges. He can't comprehend how a lot of his crew can't read. How important are the oranges for their health. He tries in his own way to care about them but, sadly, is not enough. Not for The Witch at least. Now, he's the reflection of what he sees in himself. He's a horrible beast that scares the humans away. He is trapped in a castle of pretty things he cannot enjoy. That hardly can be understood because of the grunts and the roars of his voice. He's too big for his pretty clothes and his hands too sharp to not shred everything in sad rags. To not defile beautiful things. He can't eat anything but raw meat. The Castle is maintaining all of them alive, especially Stede. He can't live, he can't die... He just... can't. He is trapped in his own guilt and trauma for eternity. That is his punishment. A one a little too harsh, imo but The Witch is probably the third badminton sister or something.

Ed being trapped (kidnapped) in the castle is not it, so we replaced it with Ed wanting time to himself away from Izzy (Gaston) and the other crew, maybe galloping with Fang (Maurice aka Belle's dad...?) and finding themselves in a fucking snowstorm. Looking for a place to survive the cold, they found a relatively small castle that seemed in good enough conditions. They enter, meet Lucius (Lumiere), Pete (some sort of Babette), Oluwande (Din Don / Mrs potts) and Jim (?) first. They got scared, obviously, so, they flee the fuck away, damn the storm. But oh, The Beast is slamming open the door. A Blood Covered Monster with fangs and claws, tall as 2.5 meters at least. It's grunting. "Don't. Run. Can't. Go. Out." that to Fang and Ed sounds like they're trapped and fucked, and to Beast Stede that the floor is covered in animal blood and melting snow and the climate is terrible so they're gonna get hurt. Fangs gets to escape thanks to Ed fighting with the Beast, Stede gets hurt because he isn't even defending himself, and because the curse is unpredictable, the crew lock Ed in a room and let Stede heal.

The curse being resolved with a Rose and True Love is cool and all but i prefer that the curse is influenced by Stede self image and relationships, and finished with Crew respect and Ed's love, the more he feels better with himself and the people around him, the more human he gets to be. At some point, he gets to fluidly talk, gets to walk in two legs permanently, gets to have less sharp claws, The Castle and the people cursed in it get to slowy get more human too until they really think that they're finally get free BUT. Fangs gets to izzy, he's so confused and can't remember too well why was escaping, where was Ed? Fuzzy memories, oh damn fuzzy memories... YES, The Castle affects the people out of its radio. If Ed gets to go... he forgets about Stede? Does Stede let Ed go knowing that he would not remember them? ... ohhhhh how is this gonna end??? Idk I'm just babbling out my ideas to everyone to take and properly write down. I'm not an English native speaker so, sorry for the grammatical horror that I just write lolz !

#ofmd fanart #ofmd #fanart #stede bonnet #ed teach #disney #beauty and the beast #alternate universe #our flag means death #feel free to stole the idea just please plug it so i can read it

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i bought ultrakill forever ago but never got around to playing it. what is the deal why has it spawned such a dedicated fanbase. you seem like you'd know....

IT'S JUST REALLY GODDAMN FUN!!! that's the short answer and honestly the best answer. it's really ridiculously fun. like probably one of the most fun games to ever exist.

there is a ridiculous amount of care and skill and soul packed into every design choice; it culminates in some of the most immaculately ecstatic and visceral gameplay i've ever experienced. it cannot be understated how brilliant this game's design is. the only way to really understand why it excels is to just play it!

if you'd like an anecdote to represent the overall ultrakill experience, here's mine: when i played the demo for the first time, after maybe 5 minutes i became so physically nauseous that i had to stop. and in that time i immediately went to get the full game. it's DELIGHTFUL. (see also: jerma's playthrough where he starts screaming "humans aren't supposed to be doing this" during a boss fight.)

but even aside from pure gameplay, there really is a lot to love… there's a certain self-aware sincerity to everything. it's unabashed on purpose, and in the best ways possible. despite its obviously absurd violence, don't at all mistake ultrakill for something cynical or misanthropic—there's a lot of depth and heart dancing beneath the surface, a lot of it in places i didn't expect to see it, and so much that i didn't expect to appreciate nearly as much as i do.

[okay this got too long. the rest is going DOWN HERE ↓]

like okay, obviously the music is just. insane. the goddamn midi metal/breakcore genre fusion is THE most hilarious and unfathomably genius stylistic choice that could have been made. and it's not even just that!! there's ambient & drone & harsh noise influence all across the ost, which just enchants and delights me. i DEFINITELY didn't expect it, but i love it. (the fact that there's like, a level named after a sunn o))) song, and that the latest update contains a godawful joke about trout mask replica might tell you exactly what kind of game ultrakill is, or it might tell you literally nothing.)

the writing and worldbuilding can be rich and compassionate in ways i really didn't expect, too... it's so evident that it's a work of passion, with really sincere and often sweet philosophies sprinkled throughout all the bloodshed and grotesque silliness—and often within them. it makes me smile! also gabriel is a really good character. people go apeshit over that guy. for good reason. he's just REALLY good.

if you're just interested in understanding its amassed fanbase, yeah ultrakill's is pretty ridiculous and dedicated. and it's extremely deserved! the game is fun & the characters are fun. being in early access, it's kinda built on ongoing feedback, so it makes sense people are invested. the devs really seem to embrace the fanbase wholeheartedly, which helps a lot too. that is also why, kind of inexplicably, ultrakill is kind of a gay & horny game. please note that i do not say these things flippantly or lacking deliberation; there's an extremely good essay to be written about gayness across ultrakill & its communities. like aside from the general hilarity of a game having official buttplug support, the fact that the dev team hired an artist specifically because he drew a lot of incredibly beautiful/obscene depictions of gabriel DOES say a lot. this, of course, makes ultrakill 100x better.

anyway that's the basics. i could definitely write THOUSANDS of words about this game and that's honestly... not what i expected when i booted it up the first time LOL. it really just happened to appeal to a lot of things i sincerely adore, in an unexpectedly sincere way—all while being a STUPIDLY good game.

TL;DR: it's a fun robot video game where you shoot things. and there's blood and explosions. it's good you should play it

#ultrakill #for the record i haven't actually been into it for that long... it's been around for years now so i'm relatively new to it.#but MAN it's great. thank you for giving me the opportunity to blurt out all my thoughts about it LOL #going through the game's developer museum today has me thinking about Making Things in general. it's seriously inspiring...#i just love when you can see heart and soul and passion positively bleeding through a piece of work. AAAGHH...

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thedragonsfate · 3 months

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LMAO can you imagine reading a story where two traumatized FIFTEEN year old boys going through a consistently life threatening situation and simultaneously learning that they have a lot to navigate in their romantic relationship revealed by this time that is Very Hard because it reveals a dissonance in their understanding of the world. where they then both become separately aware of and commit to amending and understanding one another, to the point that they are able to begin discussing how one of their Perspectives has been very hurtful to his bf followed by several apologies and acknowledgements that the former didn't understand but wants to.

Where the bf who had been feeling very hurt is able to safely and healthily express how the others perspective maybe wasn't fair to him and potentially counter to a lot of what he stands for but maybe has skirted around bc of perceived judgment. Where him doing so is in direct pursuit of his own trauma recovery. Where the bf who didn't understand proceeds to show several instances of him actively trying not only to amend his judgement but to show explicitly that he is actively working in real time to expand his world view, because he didn't understand before but that doesn't mean he can't come to understand.

Where they learn about conflict in a relationship and how it's not always explosive but can be insidious as it creeps up in the both of you quietly if you don't actively seek resolution. Where they show incredible skill at listening to eachother to understand, and the bf who has spent this time thus far exhibited as The Good One of the two is able to admit and understand where he has gone wrong and chooses to see that the world is more complicated than he thought. To realize that darkness can facilitate growth and that harsh reactions often come from a place of hurt and it's not fair to inflict punishment onto something just because it's scary, that it's important to extend your hand first and try for understanding, even with things you've spent your life considering Inherently Bad/Evil like death.

Where the hurt bf is able to focus on embracing the hard parts of his life and how they've shaped him and lean even further into his nature of Reaching Out to those in need that other folks shy away from while also maintaining the beginnings of a healthy conversation with his bf about what that means to him. Where he is able to acknowledge how the world has hurt and judged him and use his newfound safe space to find even more people he is ready to open up to and lean on separate from his partner and his partners individual journey into understanding him.

can you IMAGINE reading this beautiful story abt two fifteen year olds learning these really hard lessons together that so many adults cannot grasp, learning to navigate conflict by understanding that they love eachother and that is enough to facilitate the conversations required to keep going if they're willing to try

can you IMAGINE reading such a poignant story about the beginnings of recovery and escaping a state of Survival to become who you are and who you want to be, of showing that recovery is not as easy as choosing to ignore the torment build into your perception of the world - but that you can get to a place where you can begin choosing to understand and accept those things in order to be able to choose your own idea of happiness, of showing light in the dark and dark in the light, of showing the strength in being true to yourself as you depend on oneanother, of having a harsh and difficult past and getting to a point where you're able to look back and say I Don't Want To Do That Anymore, of opening your eyes to the beauty of dark things and letting go of a Very Human instinct to condemn them because you're able to see how you may have been wrong and can now choose to expand how you see the world

can you IMAGINE reading that book and your take away being

"this healing teenager is Cringy and OOC in his recovery bc he acts like a dorky teenager experiencing joy and his boyfriend is Evil bc he's OBVIOUSLY against everything the other stands for TOXICALLY and should be cast aside because he doesn't deserve his partner if he doesn't immediately understand every aspect of his trauma without them discussing it as, again, a FIFTEEN YEAR OLD"

#this is about the sun and the star #tsats #anyway I'm mad bdnsnskx #would ABSOLUTELY recommend this book #some of yall just can't handle complicated situations or that reconnecting to joy in Pure Teenage Silliness can be one of the great gifts #of trauma recovery #yall said this book about choosing to see how scary things are not inherently evil as a practice and world view you have to cultivate #obviously is saying that the character who learns this lesson the most in the book is trash for not knowing it and accidentally hurting #someone close to them #bro that's life #HUH #like did we read the same book #smdh #also like. this is just a post I really am NOT opening myself for tsats debate #if you hate the book whatever but I just feel like there's gotta be a fundamental misunderstanding of what happened in it

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Marina Thompson Crane is forced back into society following after, not only, her husband's death but discovering that he left everything in his name---from the land to the responsibilities to the money all connected to him---to her. She is now Lady Crane and surrounded by those who await to sink their teeth into her, just as they done before when she was younger, only now with some faux respectability given her new title.

Finding friends is hard, or maybe because she makes it so given the last time, so when Eloise Bridgerton starts making conversation with her Marina can't help but study it with a sharp eye. It's not the first time someone had tried to get in her good graces, throwing in an overly kind compliment that, once upon a time, would have made her heart soar, but now only makes her alert. She was in no mood for a repeat of her first season nor the events that followed. But Eloise keeps pushing, with all her stubbornness and lack of filter, hurriedly rushing to apologize whenever she makes a misstep before standing her ground the next. While most people, when they look to Marina, see an outcast, a woman who got off lucky but has no right to the title of her late husband, Eloise sees a woman subjected to the same harshness of their world that many others had not been so fortunate enough to withstand. Eloise sees someone who could inspire.

Marina appreciates her honesty and becomes more responsive towards the younger Bridgerton girl, indulging her from time to time. And, maybe, because it was nice to have a friend. Whenever Colin comes towards her, Eloise is always there to divert his attention, and whenever Marina attempts to seek out Penelope, the girl who always seems to lurk near the pair, Eloise quickly steers in the other direction with a cold look in response to the youngest Featherington.

It isn't long before a few other young girls flock to the pair, some well off while others are clinging to what they have left. They're all different from one another, but have a shared desire. They don't want a part in the ways of the Ton nor to lose their liberties, but fear the consequences if they do (for how could they remain standing on their own if things don't work out?) Marina is someone they respect. At first, she doesn't see it that way and quickly tries to wave them off, as she wants no part in some girls' rebellious behavior when she has her own children to think of, until she sees how desperate they are. How much she inspires them. How alone they are.

How much they remind her of herself.

Marina doesn't necessarily know how it starts, as it's a tedious process with how some members of society still see her as tarnished and don't want their children near her, but they work it out. Young girls flock to her home, seeking a break from the stresses of the Ton and their expectations, and leave with more knowledge of their self-worth and friendships that they've never had before. It doesn't start out as much, but it grows into something more than Marina could expect (or hope for).

It's also a surprise when the youngest Sharma sister stops by her door, all with a blinding smile and hopes to be accepted given the fact that society views her as a pariah and mocks her when they think she cannot hear. For it was her that ran away from the Viscount during their would be wedding, so she must be the problem. Marina sees that she lacks friends as well or, more so, a friend that can understand her grief. How could she turn her away? Answer: she never would.

#bridgerton #marina thompson #eloise bridgerton #edwina sharma #there's more that could be added to this but its main consensus is women & girls supporting one another #uplifting one another in a society that tries to drag them down #i might make this into a fic on my ao3 but idk #this was mainly to indulge myself but if anyone found it interesting let me know #this is mainly about marina bc i love her & she deserves better #her & eloise & edwina would definitely make great friends #the group helps any women in need whether they want to participate in the ton activities or not as no one is turned away

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@imminent-danger-came

#On the other: I think Wukong very much did abandon macaque first lol#But they abandoned each other (It's why MK and Mei not doing so is 👌👌👌👌👌)#And I think like. Why should Macaque have to bail Wukong out and put himself in danger with all of heaven because of what Wukong chose to d#This post almost has the opposite problem of ''Wukong is villainzied while Macaque is a baby boy'' like#Wukong wasn't a good person either (they both suck(ed))#But he changed#''We can't change who we were yesterday or in a past life or a hundred lifetimes ago! We live with the choices we've made for what-#-matters is the choices we make right now!''#Like yeah obviously Macaque was biased. (He says so himself: ''Everyone is the hero of their own story'')#But Macaque also steps in in s2 because Wukong LITERALLY abandoned MK chasing after another source of power.#SWK is making the same mistake he always has. And then MK in s2 is ALSO making that same mistake#And Macaque had to be a loser about it but it is very interesting to see it from his pov.#He steps in when MK is acting that little bit too much like Wukong in all the wrong ways. (2x07 4x09)#But maybe I think in general that ''antagonist'' is a better word to describe macaque rather than villain

ok, putting all this under the cut because I disagree with this assessment!

I think Wukong very much did abandon macaque first lol: Huh, i... do not agree. Yes, wukong stormed heaven for more power, but he was literally side by side with macaque. that's not... abandonment. that's literally not the definition of the word. the two relevant definitions of abandonment are a) cease to support or look after (someone); desert, and b) condemn someone or something to (a specified fate) by ceasing to take an interest in them. wukong only did the second half of definition b? mac wasn't condemned without him, and wukong fought with him until it was time to go toe to toe with the jade emperor. yes, wukong did let his priorities overcome his affections, but wukong didn't leave him. before the battle he even made a specific point to include & support macaque when the rest of the brotherhood didn't notice mac wasn't there, like, wukong did not abandon him. it wasn't healthy and wukong WAS getting worse but wukong did not abandon him. In a non-judgemental way, I genuinely don't understand where you're getting that from...?

I do agree that mac was not obligated to bail him out and didn't need to, no other comments there. it was literally impossible anyway, wukong was just taking it out on mac. 2/10 man could have handled that better

(I even think him saying "great! just what I wanted! A peach!" and then following with "aw, I really wanted that peach" as soon as mac leaves could not more clearly indicate that he didn't mean what he was saying, and was just angry. mac clearly did though... ouch. peach representing friendship… rejecting it in the heat of the moment… wanting it back as soon as it's ruined… you get the idea.)

#But Macaque also steps in in s2 because Wukong LITERALLY abandoned MK chasing after another source of power. Also... not exactly? under the previous definition a, yes, but abandon is a really harsh word. If he had actually abandoned mk, he wouldn't have tried to do the training astral projections for him! Of course, MK FEELS abandoned because wukong didn't tell him he was looking for a way to protect him. wukong doesn't communicate because he wants to protect people from the truth, and ends up hurting them worse than if he just told the truth. major character flaw spotted lol. Still, this is a lack of communication thing, not intent to abandon (and by the dictionary definition, you cannot abandon without intent). I think the word you're looking for is neglect: give less than the appropriate level of care to, rather than leave entirely.

Wukong is a deeply loyal character. He doesn't give up on anyone, (Even a smidge makes all the difference, anyone?) unless they break things off first (see the brotherhood). Or he has a really bad day. (F for macaque) Wukong thinks the world of his loved ones and would never abandon them, no matter how far (literally) he goes for them. But he has been neglectful of them and not given them the appropriate amount of attention or communication, especially in comparison to his own goals. It's a difference of synonyms, sure, but it truly means the world to me!

I guess at the end of it, you see mac and wukong as equal forces in causing the other pain, and I don't think that at all: wukong has genuinely good intentions that are NOT centered around himself, that are emphasized in the show. macaque absolutely does not lol. it may have been different in the past, but mac never showed interest in protecting anyone except wukong, to the point of not being interested in the rest of the brotherhood or the monkeys.

This gets more into a personal theory, but mac's whole trauma brain seems way more severe than just one friend breakup/murder, to the point where he appears to mostly look out for himself even in flashbacks. it could be just his personality, but part of me genuinely wonders if he was learning those lessons well before wukong. For a character that shows up in one chapter in jttw and has no backstory before wukong in lmk, i seriously implore you to consider this one... much to chew on!

((please note a lot of this topic intersects with my own pain and is highly personal. i will drop this conversation like a hot potato if it ends up upsetting me, just as a warning!))

#lego monkie kid

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