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League Concept: The Scorn

Surprisingly, The Scorn have little fanfare. While yes, they were the main antagonist in Forsaken, it seems their hype stayed there. While Witch Queen gave them a bit to do, it felt like bungie just didn't want to use them. Which sucks because I personally love The Scorn. As a concept and with things like The Ravagers, Chieftains, and Abominations, they felt really fun. While the Eliksni have this semi-sleek Scavenger/Space Pirate Vibe, The Scorn are armed with borderline Fallout Raider and Mad Max tier equipment. They use round shields and mails and crossbows and shotguns. And combined with The Barons can come back it was legitimately sick.

And Runeterra is no stranger to the undead. So making another zombie or ghost champ might be you know... not groundbreaking.

But there is another aspect to the Scorn you should remember. They came from a well-meaning wish, twisted by a creature of genie-like power. And a character spawned from a wrll-meaning wish turned into a monster... that's the stuff of tragedy.

CONTENT WARNING: Graphic Depictions of Hanging.

Aighty here we go!

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In absolute pandemonium, there was no law. And with no law, no single power could hold court. For what could the words of one party hold over hundreds of greater or equal strength. But there was one, a fleet owned by the Court of Scrimshaw, heralded by Archon Rypskriks, The Herald. They landed their vessels off Bilgewater, and at first there was no oroblem with that. Even if these newcomers came with split jaws, and many arms, and many eyes. When asked what they were called they simply called themselves the "Lokuii", but as they built in the jagged rocks of the southwestern shore, and the northern swamps, they became known as the "Bone-Builders". And they believed in many things, but there was law, and punishment for breaking the law. They held trials, and were honor bound to their castes and traditions. The same pleasures and bargains commonplace amongst sailors and thieves of Bilgewater held no power amidst the Bone Citadels. And thus, with a new power on their doorstep, and a refusal to conform, hatred amidst the seediest of mobs and gangs grew. They were alien, too Alien, and though many of their own societal runts went into gamble and fight, those Courts of The Bone Citadel were far tougher on it occurring within their walls.

And yet some mobs pushed their luck, chasing after the flowing Ether the Loku-ii had brought with them. The beverage had become highly prized within Bilgewater, as not only did it taste sweet and smooth, but it was framed to make a man stronger should he drink it entirely. But the Court of Scrimshaw was very strict on its distribution, for the drink was intended to help with the after-effects of molting, which aided the Lokuii in their vulnerable state and aided in their growth. To hand this out so casually, could put strain on its availability. So how did it enter the docks of Bilgewater? The answer is simple: robbery. Skilled rogues and cutthroats stalked the guards, waiting for the times in between shifts to make out with the fluid. But the Monks of the Loku-ii noticed that their inventory would be at times short, and so devised a plan to place some captains within the storerooms. One band of thieves, under the employment of smuggler Blackeye Malora, were caught. They did not stand down, and the lives of four guards were taken that night. Out of five smugglers, the captains killed three, and captured the other two. On trial, the Court could not dock them, for humans only have two arms. And the humans in their stubborn pride, did not see the error of their ways. Only upset they had been caught.

That day, two heads were freed from their bodies.

Blackeye Malora was livid, and so were many others in secret. The Bone-Builders seemed unwilling to play by the rules of Bilgewater. So how do they remedy this situation? How do they regain control? Retribution? Twas simple, you hurt those close to the court.

Their prince.

Among one of the sons of The Archaon was Prince Herald Prygsis, who seeked not to be the next Archaon, but rather an artist. And to him Bilgewater's gruff exterior hid a very beautiful muse. Something that reflected fear. Not just of the deep, but of people, and personified itself as cutting edges, scaled spirals, amd fearsome fangs. An open maw welcoming both friend and foe to witness. Prygsis thought it alien to his kind's own style, of orderly patterns and soft crescent curves. And so he'd often leave the Bone Citadels to watch the work in the daughter docks, and the front pieces and designs of the ships that visited port. His love for this unspoken art did bring attention to him, including his beloved friend Stilleto. She saw his works: of censors, shawls, staffs, shields, and threading needles and was bewildered.

At first watching as a bystander, she had no intentions of interacting with the Bone Crafters. It was, after all, frowned upon to engage with them. But she had to know about this roaming, starry-eyed creature from the southern seas. And to her surprise as she grew to talk with him, the more she wanted to learn. Yes he was curious, and near naive. But he was without fear. And his investment in things she once considered for well, sheltered needs, began to change as well. To Stilleto, Prygsis was no longer an oddity, but a mind eager to grow, to learn. Who's love for people and arts was contagious. She would steal not just for herself, but would rob tomes and journals for him to read through, and watch him prattle on about the intricacies of the story or piece. She was so enraptured in his wonderful worldview, she had forgotten how hated his kind had become. There was only the Prince and The Thief in her mind.

Reality came crashing down on one fateful night, when was speaking back into the Archon's Citadel with her at her side, the two the tiniest bit buzzed when Malora's Goons crossed paths. Despite their ale tongued joy, they could sense something was very, very wrong. The goons told them how they were the talk of the town, and Stiletto realized exactly the predicament they were in. They continued to walk on, as she put herself between him and the following goons. The words they spat out at though, made the message clear.

"You ain't welcome around here no more! You might as well go on and go back to your daddy's cooking! We see you Two together, outside your little Bone towers! It's over."

Stiletto would help escort Prygsis to the tower, though she was now worried. How could she protect the prince and still feed his wonder? How could they still be at each other's side if some odd folks in Bilgewater seemed to plan for their necks wrapped in rope. The answer was simple… it was impossible, unless she upped her game. Though she was not the most, artsy person around, she took to making her own songs and art for him. And in hooded cloak she took to the docks, listening in on the stories of sailors. Of merchants, and when she was lucky, or royalty and musicians. She compiled these in a book, and equipped herself in a custom made Pistol her father once wielded, so when she was caught and held at blade's end, it would only take one shot before she disappeared back into the shadows. When she'd climb the spire in secret and slink in through his window, she'd regale him on the stories she heard, show him the sketches she made, and attempt to speak on matters of music and literature to try and engage him. Though he might be confined to the tower and the Bone Citadels for his own safety, she could at least make it engaging.

So at night, after he had tended to his duties under the watchful eye of the Archon and his siblings, she would visit, bringing both inspiration, and being his muse. Prygsis admired the thought, and soon reflected in tapestry the stories she told. Though he always added his own twist. Of kingdoms in the sky, of wish dragons, of battles waged between brothers, and of epic grudges. He seemed to change as well. He seemed unwilling to stay in the tower, and more daring, hanging his work up on ledges and the very tips of gates and dangling from balconies. And Prygsis slowly and surely, despite Stilleto's best efforts, realized how hated his kin had become. For why else did she recommend not entering the docks when they once spent all day there? And soon, he became infatuated with leaving the Bone Citadels, but he always reigned himself in from leaving the borders of his people's settlements. Prince Herald Prygsis found solace in his art and the companionship of Stiletto, and to escape that to seek answers, he already knew, was foolish.

He was hated, but he dared himself to never give them that victory. Yet a couple nights in a row, Stiletto did not appear. He figured life had taken charge over her, and so he patiently waited, filling his room with great spiraling murals. His father the Archon noticed this, and asked that since he seemed willing to decorate the room, to come up with a mural for the town center of their settlements. Ecstatic at the offer, he complied, and for nights on end planned a grand piece. All without his friend. After a month, he had finished his piece, and presented the plans to his father. His father was intrigued by the concept art for the mural, which showed Barrons, captains, and surprisingly humans. Those who in bilgewater stole from them, and had recently begun to persecute his people outside of the walls, and so the sight of one of them amidst figures of grandeur, it sat on his tongue bitterly. And the Archon spoke:

“You see humans as allies?”

The prince answered with neither a raise of his claw or tone-

“In all their forms, even if some have grown to hate us?”

“Tell me son, how much of their kindness have you garnered, compared to their cruelty or indifference?”

“One good madam, who has treated my curiosity with kindness in tow.”

“It takes more than a fleeting gesture to weather the storm. I appreciate this son, but perhaps you edit this so as to not dredge up… poor memories.”

The Archon spoke in a manner calculated and thorough, not one up to discussion as he awaited his son’s response. The Lokuii herald chittered his mandibles and left, taking the art with him. Humanity was not a creature for which one descriptor fit all specimens. Just like his kind! In fact, the only real differences he believed between the groups were physical. His friend was proof that good existed within humanity, in both kindness and wisdom. As he sat in his den-bed though, he wondered what had come of his friend. While she was strong, and he knew that, he needed answers. And so, he crept out of his open window and scuttled into the night, under the cover of shade and moon-dim light, deciding to go out and find Stiletto.

Winding through the roadways towards the dock grounds themselves, he ventured into the seedy bustle of Bilgewater's streets, a sense of unease settled in his chest. The night seemed darker, more sinister, as if shadows danced around him with malicious intent. The feeling of fear drove him forward through the winding alleys and hidden corners.The nightlife of Bilgewater was bustling, loud, and composed of hardy souls who were either brave enough to venture to the gambling rings and “exotic” shows through their own merit or liquid courage. However the stretches in between were always full of would be ruffians, murderers, and thieves, waiting for someone to let their guard down, or show any form of weakness, to beset themselves upon them. Luckily, Prygsis had many limbs, with barbed carapace that allowed him to scale up walls and traverse across the rooftops to avoid such murderous folk, his many eyes laser focused ahead to avoid bumping into the denizens of the night. Yet, unbeknownst to Prygsis, Blackeye Malora and her gang of thugs had been tailing him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. They had originally been searching for another query, but their diligent gaze caught sight of a Lokuii jumping from roof to roof. Knowing they had let him off pretty easy, and he had not heeded the warning, they saw an opportunity to deliver a pretty obvious warning.

As Prygsis maneuvered through the docks, he caught sight of Stiletto, seeing her turn the lantern’s off on her balcony floor. There was a sadness in her expression he felt compelled to dissect. She seemed the same woman, with sunkissed skin and curled black hair. But her demeanor spoke of an event she seemed constantly haunted and reminded of, with bags beneath her eyes pointing to restless nights spent tossing and turning. Just as he was going to jump over to her residence to see what was up, he felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He turned, his mandibles clicking in alarm, only to be met with a sudden shot of a handgun landing at his feet, and the cursing of a man in ragged cloth as he loaded another round. It was Blackeye Malora's henchmen. He searched himself for a weapon, and found only a dagger gifted to him by Stiletto, and suddenly went in for the kill. As more henchmen and their weapons appeared, he weaved around their strikes seeking to end his life with uncanny reflexes, before landing the daggers blade into his knee, causing the man to yell out in horrific pain, dropping his now loaded weapon to the ground. The odds were against him, but he did not care. Consequences be damned, they were trying to kill him! He rolled out of the way of a barbed club and shot the swinging assailant point blank under his shoulder, watching as the man stumbled around awkwardly before falling on his back. Without any ammunition he simply turned the pistol back around to crash it against another assailant’s temple, while his lower pair of arms drove the blade into their stomach with a harsh jerking motion, twisting it as he pulled back.

Yet the odds were against him, outnumbered and surrounded by a gathering mob of angry cutthroats. And as one man tried to keep him in a headlock and several more men came up with kukris and gutting knives, he heard a gunshot that echoed through the air, and felt the aerosol blood soaking his head carapace. As the massive man holding him in place fell off the roof, he saw Stiletto, pistol in hand, joining in the firefight. As soon as she did, others woke up in this stretch of the docks, seeing only someone getting jumped on top of a roof. Many watched on, but a few joined. They took up their blunderbusses and handcanons, firing at the henchmen, drawing them away from Prygsis as he struggled to get up, his chitin mangled as he got up this feet, and continued the fight. Yet each glancing blow cut deeper and deeper, every bullet landing its mark more and more frequently. Stiletto tried to assist her friend, fanfiring at those henchmen trying to climb up to reach him, while eventually going to sharpshoot her friend’s assailants off of him, the roof now flowing with blood and soot that began to run off the top of the housing and into the street drains below. Landing him a chance to escape, Prygsis ran, hoping to make it to the next rooftop. Yet he was suddenly tackled by one of the henchmen, causing him to land harshly on the stone cobble.

The man began to take off with him, as the prince began violently maim his face. Stiletto attempted to go after her friend, but soon found a blade tucked deep into her thigh. She screamed in pain, and shot her assailant point blank, sending bone shards violently to the side. Many of the men began to retreat, and unrelated gangs soon took to the streets to look for scraps. She had to hide, and taking the blade from her thigh with a wet, sickening squelch, she winced in agony, but limped into the shadows, pursuing her friend. As she did, she found the man who had taken him, missing his nose and baring a cutthroat. He was dead, but she saw no signs of Prygsis, but she did find a yellowish blood trail leading deeper into the streets. In a desperate attempt to escape, Prygsis darted through the shadows, his chittering breaths echoing in the narrow alleyways. He heard the footsteps of hidden men after his trail, only for them to stop suddenly and give him a moment of respite before starting back up. His heart pounded with both fear and the overwhelming urge to find shelter and hide.

But fate was cruel that night. As Prygsis rounded a corner, his path collided with Blackeye Malora herself, a wicked grin stretching across her scarred face. With a swift motion, she pulled out her blunderbuss and shot his knees, downing the prince as the pain coursed through his veins like liquid metal. Prygsis gasped in pain as his body crumpled to the ground, the world around him spinning in a haze of agony and dissociation. His vision blurred as darkness threatened to consume him, but never fully fading into that inky blackness. He soon felt someone lifting him up, the woman laughing at hims as his head slumped behind him, looking to the chain soon wrapping around his neck, her voice oddly sweet for the barbaric act they were setting up-

“A parting wreath for the esteemed guest.”

Then suddenly his body was lifted off the ground by strong hands, the chain tightened around his neck, as Malora asked him a simple question:

“Any last words, boy?”

He had always fancied himself prepared to give a chilling reply, but could not fathom a proper send off for his life at that moment, and so quietly responded.

“Hell… its coming.”

The Brutes laughed, even the man behind him that was holding him off the ground. He realized that the man had crawled atop some fair sized boxes, supsending him some 13 feet off the ground. He was going to be hanged, and one of the men preparing his murder simply chipped back-

“Yeah, for you!”

-before he felt himself drop, and choke. As he expired, he felt them dock his arms, and remove his jewelry, laughing to each other as if it were a simple function. He was in so much pain, that it became almost comforting, like a blanket. There was nothing else to feel as they poked his body, spinning it around as though he was a children’s toy. He couldn’t feel it now. He couldn’t hear anything anymore.

He couldn’t feel anything. He couldn’t do anything.

Stiletto, plagued by a sense of unease, had scoured the trail he had left in the labyrinth of the city in search of Prygsis. Panic and dread gnawed at her heart as she imagined the worst possible scenarios. When she saw the bloody boot prints, even with that awful gash in her hips, it just drove her further, manic in her steps as she hobbled forward. Her fears were realized when she stumbled upon the lifeless body of the prince, dangling motionless above a pool of his own blood. She couldn't believe it, choking out a repeated series of apologies and bargains, as she aimed her pistol at the chain, firing and lunging forward to grab his body. She felt something in her leg tear, and she screamed out in pain, burrowing her face into his chest, panting as the white flame pain subsided, into the realization there was no breath or beating in his chest. Grief overwhelmed Stiletto as she knelt beside Prygsis's lifeless form, clutching it like a doll to be taken away from her. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs echoing through the desolate alleyway. So enraptured in her own despair, it took her a moment to hear the whistling coming for her from ahead. But as soon as she heard its deep-swamp melody, she froze up in horror, letting a low and friendly voice accompany wet, heavy steps.

“All the world's a river, and I am its King,

I live just to deliver the damned to their lost things.

But all those sinners with gold rings,

I'll drag them down…

Below~

So tell me what's your poison? How may I help your strife?

Maybe you're tired of toilin' and want to stroll through life,

Or if you want help avoidin' the scarecrow's scythe

I'll hide you down below…”

She looked up to see a great whiskered catfish with frog-green skin and terrible golden eyes look down at her, its great head atop a fat body with tailored suit and its crown a fine leather-brown felt bowler hat. She knew not his name, for this opportunist simply called her, “friend”. Even if his fearsome grin emerged from the shadows unnannounced, and toldf Stiletto he was drawn by her anguish. She told him if he wasn’t here to help, he could “piss off”, and instead of them growling back at her or, as his form would suggest, eat her whole, he acted wounded, and told her was only here to help.

He offered her a deal, a chance to bring Prygsis back from the brink of death. But the price was steep, for he usually worked in wealth and people skills. But he knew she couldn't live with herself after such an event. He let her in on the fact that the corpse before her, her friend, had only came here to visit her, missing her comfort and humor. Stiletto was stunned, and asked how he, this random fishman, could help her. He chuckled in response, giving her a toothy smile as he licked his fangs wet before popping his lips and speaking:

“I know just where to return the lost, you only need to pay the fee. Now, how good a friend are you to even make that payment? You value his life over yours, or your friendship?”

It was now blatantly apparent this was the legendary River King, a man - no, demon, who could do the impossible. But none could outsmart his terms and services. Stiletto knew the consequences that would follow. And yet, she knew she had to take it. If not for her sake, then his people’s. She told him there was no price too steep, and accepted his terms, sealing her fate with a pact she could never undo. The demon cackled after their palms met and the deal had been realized, sinking into the earth via a pool of muddy water. As he did, she heard Prygsis’s body begin to move. Yet when she turned to face it, it twitched upright, with milky eyes that luminated the ground like head beams. It slinked its twitching head out from underneath the chains, before grabbing at the chain with gnarled hands. The soft joints of his limbs and shoulders cracked to reveal disgusting blue-glowing boils, and the carapace on his body remained damaged, his teeth more far more like that of a mako’s as his head crest expanded outwards and his jaws and mandibles seemed polished and charred. Fire erupted from the creases in his carapace, and his chest seemed to glow like a furnace near the explosion point. Stiletto's heart shattered as she looked upon the monstrous form of the one she called friend. The sight of him sent waves of horror and sorrow crashing over her. She could no longer see Prygsis within this twisted visage, only a semblance of the prince she once held dear. She tried to call out for him, but she found his name could not be spoken. No matter how much she tried, it only resulted in her screaming. The creature glared at her, speaking out her voice in an infernal echo, and that alone made her bolt for it, screaming for him to get away. Her mind could not comprehend the sight, and any time she tried to remember her friend, his name would elude her, and instead all she would see was that mutilated beast standing with her.

The monstrosity was left to its own devices, and yet it did not pursue her. As it could see its own reflection in the glass bottles littering the streets. Prygsis remembered everything, and he remembered things he shouldn’t be able to remember. Like the path his killers took. How they wrapped his limbs in his clothes. Or how Stiletto sobbed into his chest. At first he weeped, rasping as he marched out of the alleyway, dripping blue and orange ichor that ignited behind him. He just marched forward, knowing he was far too deformed to be seen by his father or siblings, so deformed his best friend screamed and ran from him. He tripped into crates and barrels, causing the boils to pop and ignite, firing running down his body as he instinctively scrambled up and tried to douse himself. He ran not for the sea and instead ran to the streets, pleading that someone would put him out. Those few souls who watched were in awe at this corpse before them, before many suddenly broke out of sight to hide. He slammed himself into a door to a bar, the force of which caused the overhanging lantern to fall atop of him, which caused him to-

Do nothing. He heard it clank to the ground, and as he looked back at it, he realized something. As the flames died down, he couldn’t feel anything but a mild heat. In fact that was all he felt. He could not smell his skin, and as he looked down at the lantern he realized he didn't feel it collide with him. He didn’t even feel the door.

He couldn’t feel anything.

And suddenly, he was no longer filled with sadness or worry. Those watching him saw him take the heavy metal lantern and brutishly connect it to the end of the chain he clenched. He walked out of the bar, as people screamed at him what his deal was, who he was, or what he was. He didn’t respond, and that seemed to anger one sailor, not wanting some sort of Shadow Isles infestation, immediately took to him with a blunderbuss to the back. He couldn't feel it, but he could hear it, and see the ichor dropping down his back. He slowly turned around, looking at the man who fired. He wailed out at him, spinning his chains around, as fire trailed down the metal and into the lantern. A wheel of flame approached the sailor, who tried to duck from the strike…

Only to land directly in the line of impact, the sound of broken bones filling the air as Prygsis took the lantern away from the sailor’s ragged body. He found himself salivating that same ichor from his lips, before he suddenly lunged for the same alleyway he had sauntered down, running and laughing like a hyena into the night. Leaving only a trail of flames, as soon the district he ran through began to catch a blaze, sending dark smoke into the sky. The city, once accustomed to lawlessness and chaos, now trembled in the wake of his wrath. Many mistook his blind rage for a hatred of all life, not knowing he was on the trail of his murderers, and so they too fell like leaves against the typhoon. Those who were the catalysts of his transformation, would not be able to savor their victory tonight. And any that tried to stop him only delayed inevitable retribution.

Prygsis descended upon Blackeye Malora's hideout like a vengeful storm, his Flaming Lantern swinging with devastating force through the steel door that hid their den. The man behind was none the wiser as his scorched torso and head flew off from his crumpled legs. The crackling flames licked at his enemies as he seemed to be an ever burning inferno, cackling as he took their shots point blank and charged forward. Each powerful strike broke the floor of the establishment, reducing any struck by his blows to mere ashes, though it was not a sudden death, for their' cries of pain and terror echoed through the building, a chilling chorus of their impending demise as fat and skin boiled before finally being reduced to chalked debris. As Prygsis moved through the crumbling structure, his every strike left behind a roaring fire that engulfed the tables and wall in their ravenous heat. His flames danced with a furious intensity, turning the hideout into a charred, twisted monument of his righteous anger. The echoes of his victims' screams reverberated in his ears, a haunting reminder of the pain they had inflicted upon him. He had found Blackeye Malora herself stuck underneath falling debris, still breathing. This infuriated him. How dare life cling to her bones, even now?! He stopped striking at everything that moved, and looked to the chains and rope yet to be ignited. Hatching the perfect execution, he grabbed them and bound them in rope. Those still alive, kicking and screaming, he already tied the chain around their neck, mumbling under his breath as he would ram their heads against the wall.

People followed the trail of smoldering bodies, straight to the den of Blackeye Malora, only to find her and seven of her men, dangling atop a bent light post, their bodies bruised and paleish blue as they swayed from nooses of chains. Their bodies were bound, and a few of them seemed to have been conscious in their final moments by the tears that stained their faces. They saw the trail of flames go north, and immediately the town went into a state of emergency as they tried to contain the inferno lighting up Bilgewater.

Those in the Bone Citadels north of them saw the blaze erupting at the docks, as no one had run to them for aid. The Archon ran to Prygsis’s room to awaken him, only to find no one there. Fear immediately hit him as he called out for the guards all over the Lokuii’s territories to be on alert, sending men to run to every settlement to deliver the news the prince was missing, and bilgewater was under attack. As he ran to the front gates of the Citadel, he heard other Lokuhii screaming and running to the town square. Confused, he marched forward, only to see guards before an open gate paused with slack mandibles. One was clutching the prince’s clothes, and his docked arms within them. The Archon immediately fell to his knees, reaching out and taking them as his chittering became more like the sound of grinding bones, the man wheezing. Yet the words he heard next brought him no solace, only more questions.

“He… is eating the man that delivered his remains sir.”

The Archon hadn’t even heard the screaming. Looking over to a see a human outside the gates screaming in pain as his body was wrung and being devoured on the spot, slick, black congealed blood falling to the ground as he hollered, somehow not dying from the shock and blood loss as his shoulders were stripped to the bone, and his legs fully twisted around as what was once Prygsis satiated his own cravings with the last of the bastards that killed him. The moment he saw his father though, he stopped, and dropped the man, before stomping through his chest to finally silence him. Around his wrist was all of his jewelry, and as he moved forward, the guards lowered their halberds, ready for him to strike. Prygsis did not move forward further, but instead tore some cloth off the man, deposited the precious symbols, gemstones, and chains into the cloth, before wrapping it tightly and throwing it to the guards. He roared into the air, before finally shouting to them:

“I WONT BE NEEDING THIS WHERE I AM GOING! LIVE WELL! AND LET BILGEWATER REMEMBER ME! AND NEVER LET THEM FORGET!”

He ran off into the surrounding swamp, and though the Archon sent many warriors and captains after him, none could find him. Those soldiers who came into Bilgewater were mortified by the sight: smoldering buildings, injured townsfolk, incinerated corpses, and hanging bodies. Though the Lokuii asked if the prince did this, none could… or would answer.

To this day, many refer to that fiery specter as The Hangman. And while many know he is not dead, for the Marai have seen him march along the bottom of the open sea, none know why he still shambles. And none know if he will ever return to Bilgewater. If you ask the Lokuii in the Bone Citadels, none will answer, for they fear the creature that was once their beautiful prince artist. And Stiletto has gone into hiding, unable to recall the man, and only able to recall his voice repeating her name. All in bilgewater dare not recall more beyond the fires, and the site that was once Blackeye Malora’s den is now an abandoned plot none dare walk. And though the bodies did ignite, their nooses still hang.

Passive: Persecuted- Upon damaging an enemy champion, the Hangman marks them as "persecuted" for a short duration. During this time, the Hangman gains bonus movement speed when moving towards marked enemies. Additionally, the Hangman's basic attacks and damaging abilities deal bonus magic damage based on a percentage of the enemy's missing health, appearing as flames on the accused.

Q - The Censer Barer:

The Hangman swings his massive Flame Cauldron in a wide arc, dealing damage to all enemies in its path. The closer the enemy, the higher the damage. Each successful hit grants the Hangman a temporary bonus to attack speed.

W - Forsaken Path:

The Hangman slams his censer on the ground, creating a line of flames that rapidly burn away at the enemy's shields and health. The flames linger for a short duration, damaging enemies who pass through them. If an enemy is caught at point-blank range, the Hangman unleashes a powerful shockwave, knocking them back and dealing massive damage.

E - Concealed Truth:

The Hangman transforms into smoke, becoming immune to damage and nearly invisible for a few seconds. During this time, he gains increased movement speed and can pass through units. Activating the ability again allows him to dash in a targeted direction, leaving behind a trail of flames that damages enemies caught in it.

R: Hangman's Noose- The Hangman lassoes any unit caught within the arc with the chain and brings them towards The Hangman. Each unit is marked with "Persecuted", giving The Hangman a brief buff in speed and damage output, healing back after each successful kill during the duration.

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Yep, I chose The Hangman Baron Reksis instead of say... Fikrul. I think Reksis is just a solid baron and visually pretty unique. Plus his fight gave me literally goosebumps when he started to pick up speed with the end goal of fucking damming the flaming censer directly into my titan's chest.

A desperate friend making a Faustian bargain with an entity with ill intent, which feeds on the subsequent suffering of the people making the deal. It feeds the Riven narrative with The Scorn in my opinion really well. And the Scorn are ultimately a tragedy. Forced into existence and maddened, now seeking to make themselves their own people but ultimately all they can do is destroy and become pawns of greater forces.

I imagine The Hangman is in a similar boat. He can't feel anything, which separates him from the world. He saw his best friend runaway from him in fear, unable to say his name. And all that can replay in his head are hos last brutal moments.

A fun write, but I just feel bad for our undead prince. All he wished to do was become an artist.

#league of legends oc #bogbiter #scorn destiny #character concept

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catspinach · 1 year

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work rant okay so my manager Jenny got upset at me (if u keep tabs on my work rants you probably know by now that shes a legitimate dumbass) and ofc she didnt say anything to me, i heard this all second hand from my coworker. first red flag lol

okay so we recently got new storage bins for the burrito/oatmeal/cinnamon roll bags we prep, and i had the great idea of labeling the bins so we know what is what. i thought it would be silly to label them as "burritoooo/ote meel/ooey gooey cinnamon roll bags" and like its harmless and gets the point across, really no reason to be upset. my coworkers thought it was funny. i also labeled the door as "door" and the oven as "oven" and we all had a laugh

jenny is insane tho right, so she came in the next day, thought it was funny at first but as soon as she saw that my coworker wrote "slayyy" on the register she got pissed? so she was okay with my labels until she saw that, and then decided i took it too far. why? because label tape is expensive. dumb but okay i guess sure. but what does she do? she took all of my labels down, and used more label tape to make new ones ._. LIKE???

so i told my other manager bc we like to gossip lol and she thought that it was ridiculous because jenny really is out to get me 90% of the time. i really hope jenny says smth to me so i can call her out of the fact that she made more labels after saying labels were too expensive. i just wanna make her feel rly stupid before i quit.

ive been wanting a change in scenery so im thinking of applying at the walgreens by my house that pays more, plus our top customer at the drive thru works there and would def put in a good word for me.

#rant #work #ive hated jenny the second i layed eyes on her and vice versa

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mollyolikeme · 2 months

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NATLA

my reactions to the netflix adaptation baby!

it's long-winded as hell!

and also just a stream of consciousness, BEWARE.

Ep1

good start.

beautiful bending. way to go animator team or cgi or like all those people that i don’t know their job title or descriptions but who have done a great job. (big step up from the adaptation we shan’t name!)

really being like, 'this aint your fun kids show' outta the gate with the burning people alive multiple times in a row, but sure.

katara shoulda been pissed and broke the glacier but fine i guess

v cool symbols within the arrow

weep for gyatso. beautiful representation. upsetting visuals.

‘relatively’ painless first ep changes, i enjoyed myself!

Ep2

sticky rice. perfect.

Kyoshi warrior make-up????? AHHHHHH IT IS BEAUTIFUL and PERFECT! Suki is gorg!

YES AIR SCOOTER

kayyyyy but we don't need to make suki weird and awkward around sokka just because he's 'no longer sexist' (or whatever we wanna call that choice) and they need some reason to interact. why not ‘hey we’re both hot, lets flirt’

the warriors training is beautiful

what if, we were training, and we looked in each others eyes, then we kissed *giggle giggle giggle*

Its giving, ‘I knew i shouldn't have asked kyoshi’ lololol

stealing roku’s thunder…….i’ll forgive it because Kyoshi absolutely KILLED! (and she’s a giant. we love)

kay this Zhao works, Ken is turning it out. His crazy energy is on display.

Ep3

no need to give us rebels within the fire nation. literally no point at this time in the story. we just entered this world, there can be one bad side without getting into the grey yet. leave it.

is that who? or is it? can it be?

jet intro woooooork

CABBAGES!

tao is SO SERIOUS. a bit much

the mechanist by our boy Danny pudi is decent

azula mai ty-lee. DOES NOT EXIST TO MINE EYES

holy fuck TOO MANY PLOTS and CHARACTERS like RELAX. (why are they all in this episode?)

jet doing jet tho. his hair is soooooooo fluffy haha

fuck it up zuko aang fight. boots the house down with that fight choreo! THE SCARVES?!Love!!!

Ep4

Bumi being angry at aang WHY? No fucking need for that.

unnecessarily convoluted bumi. it’s like they wanna change plot and character, just to change plot and character? it doesn’t work and it makes them look bad (the writers)

bumi plot didn’t need to go down like that

to take the cave of two lovers out of season two. why?

the minstrels are lovely, i like them, good job actors yay!

separating story lines though… makes us miss out on gems like ‘no one react, but i think that kid is the avatar’ BIG LOSS

pretty story of omashu animation, holding to the roots in the og episode. as they should

Give one of the earth benders who captures Iroh a full on new backstory why?

iroh backstory, well done. leaves from the vine music?????? tear jerk reaction is instant.

bumi bumi bumi smh…... see above.

dawwwwww our scarred boy. uncle is here for you.

Ep5

Should we name an episode spirited away? ………. ._.

Why does aang automatically know the lost villagers are in the spirit world? He doesnt really know that shit yet so……

NO AZULA IN SEASON ONE. GTFO. Why give her a fucking monologue to her father advising him on the war without being asked and then he snaps at her for kissing ass!? And defends zuko? Mf hates zuko! And now azula has a story arc about being constantly compared to zuko? Thats fucking backwards BITCH. if this plot line sticks imma burst into flames and set the writers on fire with my burning body.

Also lay off on the serious serious tone dumb fucks.

kid who plays zuko gets it. whine whine whine.

Why bring sokka and katara to the spirit world? You split them up during other adventures but when he’s doing the things that are legitimate avatar duties, they come along…..

Arden Cho can do NO WRONG. My love.

THE KNOWLEDGE SPIRIT NOW!?! WTF are you doing!? Embarrassing.

TOO EARLY FOR AZULA! And mai and ty-lee are cardboard!?!?! WHY???

Paul as Iroh is correct. 100% correct. Kid who plays zuko (dallas?) has been v good.

Heibai looks slay.

VERY STUPID THAT YUE GOES TO THE SPIRIT WORLD AS A THREE TAILED FOX. OMG. (i spoiled my self for that kinda but also its obvious and bad)

Kay we're gonna skip bato of the water tribe I guess.

Adding conflict with Hakoda and sokka for what reason? honestly curious.

Doing katara’s story with her mom early is fine. its v heartbreaking and well done.

Why Koh now? Why add to that plot line? Changing the way Koh works with the fog?…..

koh design though? AMAZING. TERRIFYING.

Also instead of LIGHT filler episodes they go SAD filler…… -_-

ooop. gyatso! okay…. i guess. that’s alright.

Ep6

Not Iroh’s bun! how dare you archers?!

'he cares too much' okay caring about whether a soldier's life is lost is not too much.... but alright.

How many more times you think they could fit the phrase ‘saving the world’ into this adaptation?

Honest question. What was this latest attempt at an atla adaptation’s goal for the overarching message for this season based on their changes? like.... hmmmmm?

what is on the firebenders soldiers hands? anyone? i haven't looked close enough or paused it to see.

the blue spirit mask is perfect. if they got that wrong i would have thrown up

blue spirit escape on point!

lol zuko *slaps aangs hand away*

first fun goofy, non directly plot driving convo between zuko and aang for about two seconds this episode. about damn time.

lol every episode having a voice over, like why.

koh would not be giving people back though. facts.

good zuko backstory. hits the feels just right. curious, they have been leaving this arc as is more than all the other arcs…… is it per chance, perhaps, mayhaps because zuko’s character journey is one for the history books and is as close to perfection that any story teller can hope for? hm? maybe? YOU THINK?!

Ep7

team avatar should be sokka's line....

aang has yet to water bend..........

NOOOO NO NO NO NO NO so dirty they did Yue SO dirty.

enough Azula plot. just stop. it's embarrassing to attempt to change this. she hasn’t HIT as a character at all. Theres no punch. VERY embarrassing. and Mai and ty-lee are CARICATURES of themselves.

your 'the one’ what azula? that makes no sense.

Yue is a bender?.......

yue fox bullshit is stupid. sorry not sorry. not that she could go to the spirit world but that they teased her early in the first place. it’s not interesting or new just taking the whole swamp ep and revamping it for this season.

'wise to focus on your training during the journey'???? from what teacher was he gonna learn MF?! are you fucking dumb?

aang Keeps. On. Saying. 'i need help' but the fucking master water bender isn't like 'yo, lets get training right away!’ …..where am i!?

don't rewrite the koi fish. DO NOT REWRITE THE KOI FISH.

unforgiveable wig.

'boy of my dreams' bitch you had one dream. (yea you have a connection or whatever but ew. don’t say that)

WHY HASN’T AANG WATERBENDED YET!

take sokka's sexism out but AMP the northern water tribes sexism up to 1000% ??? WHY?

Bad bad bad bad bad. do not have aang tell katara not to fight. that is fucking stupid. SUCH WEIRD DECISIONS. GUYS. netflix writers. please. fucking RELENT! stop fucking with magic.

LOL Iroh and zuko are my biggest highlight. easily.

'my plan? my plan is to reclaim whats mine!’ ‘so no plan then?’ HA!

get azula and firelord plot OUT of here! FUCK OFF. i get it. i get they are good characters. great characters! and you wanna write them. but for the love of all story telling, you are going to burn yourselves out of plot too soon and then just start dishing out trash as if its a meal. i won’t eat your trash. I’m telling you now.

Daniel dae kim is good shit. (still wish he wasn't in the season but he's got the energy. and i love him)

YES Katara's hair during the Pakku fight. that's on point.

LET. KATARA. BE. ANGRY.

Good little scene about family at the end there. very cute scene and dialogue.

final ep!

do not name it legends. just. yuck.

to bring the blimp in during the war of the northern water tribe? kayyyyy. i'll allow it.

pakku gave crumbs to the women......

cuuuute the young water benders reporting to Katara and calling her master. i like that a lot.

I'm sorry ICE MOON??? (is this a real thing that i don’t know about or did they make it up? AITA)

one night in the physical world? noooooooooooooo. nope thats actually incorrect. your welcome for the correction. (odd detail to change in the first place. maybe someone has a better reason why they would do that? no?)

why the fuck would you hurt momo?

amazing round doors. love. love. love the sets.

beautiful oasis. crushed that.

BEAUTIFUL scene design, costume design, make-up and hair artists, and overall art department! Fucking Killed It! They're the real heroes!

zuko and iroh having the most word for word lines as any other characters, can't mess with fucking iconic bitches!

VERY excellent colour effects when the moon spirit dies.

im fine with Hahn not being a dick. dats cool.

silly to say that aang 'can't come back' from merging with the ocean spirit. was that a threat in our OG? No.

The ocean spirit looks good. that was fucking tough to do im sure.

no need to make it look like the firebenders can face the OCEAN SPIRIT. it's an easy battle for him not the puny humans.

good final war. they did it quite well. lovely atmosphere and intensity. the good stuff.

omg. you killed the teen and Hahn?! whu wha?

yes, sorry… WHY on earth did Aang not bend a single GD drop of water?! why in gods name in vain?! who, who fucking decided that? WHO?!

LOL little Aang actor needing a tear stick (he’s using)

'northern water tribe was never the target' how many times can you fucking say that. no one is THAT infinitely clever. you're not pulling the wool over their eyes. one fight happened in one location and one in another, no one can ever be everywhere at once so…….. enough with the smug.

why have azula take omashu now? because they are giving azula plot early for no reason and because they are gonna fuck with ba sing se? literally fuck off.

STOP stealing shit from other episodes, the calendar is in the library. season two. same with the knowledge spirit. if you didn’t know.

okay done! (overall, a lot of good work went into this by people who i’m sure cared a lot. but no one should be surprised when everyone gives their harshest critique. source material with a steadfast fandom my loves. you had it coming <3)

#natla #hooooboy #i've lost it!#i really went off on some episodes but not others #i wasn't taking notes consitently for each episode and some i watched with friends and some not so #whatever!

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talesofateenagedramaqueen · 2 months

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feb. 23, 2024

okay I had to ask for the date, that's the only reason it's accurate this time. "oh, why don't you just look at your phone?" because I never think to. maybe its weaponized incompetence idk, but I'm not a 30 man baby married to a woman who might as well be his mommy so is that a legitimate worry to have? I'm a shitty writer but no one is reading this except me. Dammit, why do I have a perfectionist streak if I can't even make it work for me.

my neuroses have neuroses.

it's never going to be my year. sometimes I don't think I can even make something my day. maybe I just gotta....live in the moment. damn cliches, most of them wind up being true. it's so cheesy! but the time of person I am, I'm going to worry about something and then become so worried that I my fight or flight instinct comes in (which is so totally unfair because my trauma is like, as mundane as it can get, and I don't mean that in a self depreciative sort of way, it's very true) and I either choose flight or freeze. the only people I fight with are usually people who don't even deserve it.

I'm a little lost puppy and I feel older in a jaded way but I also feel younger than my peers. but most of my peers aren't even living lives that I feel jealous of so WHY DO I CARE. I care abbot things that don't matter and then that leaves no space for things that actually do.

I need to move out and start over. get away from living with my parents in this same old town, because I feel so much better when I'm away from it all.

though, it doesn't count...if I'm with my family... it's not entirely their fault but dammit, its not entirely mine either. I'm not a bad person I'm just also not a very good one. to quote my own mother, "I suck at life." to quote myself, I'm just "a bit unfortunate."

I need to stop explaining myself to people. and myself. I actually have no clue why I do it in the first place. maybe the insatiable need to be liked? I am a Leo after all. but I'm also unique and hyper independent. do I be myself all the time? kind of. we should all strive to be ourselves, but a better version. what does the better version of myself look like?

hah, look at me, using a Tumblr blog as a journal, trying to be "cool" instead of "edgy and unique". I'm holding too tightly to the past but I don't NEED to let it go. just, allow more space for the present and future.

okay, here comes the really fun part: the venting. love this for me, I'm letting the anger flow in and then flow out again. I'm a fire sign, and more importantly, I'm a miller. the anger comes in quick bursts of flames and then dies down. I don't want to be the type of person to hold onto grudges and bottle everything up. there has to be an appropriate outlet for it. well, journaling of course. maybe angry music? do I write it myself? sing it out loud? I guess all of the above works.

(btw, what's the word limit on this? I've been going on for like, a while. if it cuts me off I'll be so upset. and then ill remember that I refuse to read this back anyways so its like, actually not a big deal. how do I validate other people's emotions when they like, trigger me? man, maybe I just have to step away from the moderator role. seriously, when has it done me any good? I value loyalty more, but I also value kindness. ugh, everything requires balance and my whole being like, physically and spiritually rejects it.)

like sorry g but I'm not a shit talker and its unfair that u expect me to be. it's unfair of me to invalidate ur feelings, but does that count for every time? u take it as me being holier than thou and invalidating but not every person u shit talk has actually wronged you. tho, I suppose its on me to know the difference and respond accordingly. I refuse to feel guilty anymore, living in the moment you know? next time I'll take a minute and think. I may not be good at it at first but I'll make a effort and that has to be enough bc its all I have to give.

and why was last night so awkward! I guess she gave me the same energy I give her but she's the one with that problem! I don't care that she was more subdued but apparently she hates it when its her which means...she hates it when I do it. but I don't mind either way! like sorry, but my depression isn't about you and your depression isn't about me. I at least realize that. and god fucking dammit but I wish everyone would realize that I'm sad and I'm fucking trying, I try so hard every day. living as I am is the most uncomfortable feeling. like a constant headache, or persistent nausea. you know when you're having a really bad day? well every god damn day is a bad day for me. I don't get good ones, only good moments and then the rest suck. "your mental illness is your own problem to deal with" yeah and I don't make it anyone else's problem except my own! and my parents... but come the fuck on, no I don't want to go to the bars. I don't want to do anything, you're so right, its bc I'm SAD!!!! depression makes you a buzzkill, who would have thought. be grateful I'm still kicking, bc if I had the capacity to Kermit I would have ages ago! I wish I had to guts to sometimes. I don't, probably never will, and its kind of fucked up that if I were sadder part of me would feel better. what if I just gave up entirely? I'm capable of giving up even more, I assure you.

ugh, this is mentally exhausting. I think that's enough for one day.

peace out <3

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cosmicanger · 1 year

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❍ “Reminder that in 2020, the first two weeks of rebellion were not led by Leftist orgs/milieus. Leftists joined the fray late and largely engaged through a range of tactics, from support for the militants to general agitation + conscientization. Others moved counterinsurgent tho. These, alongside the regular old conservative political guard, typical pacifist liberals, radlibs looking for photo ops, the buy black and black business crowd, the fascists and sinophobic anti-vaxxers, the pigs, & these companies all worked in different ways to coopt the energy. Alot of what we are seeing rn re: Tyre Nichols are strategies that I didn't see prior to summer 2020. They are also all culminations of strategies that have been being worked out against Black Rebellion for decades, most especially from the late 20th century onward.”

❍ “the idea that its only “white anarchists” who are militants when it comes to anti-police movements should be discredited by now. the idea that the only legitimate multi-racial organizing or activity is that happening in orgs that focus on policy should also be discredited by now.”

❍ “I think some wise activists have rightly pointed out that some actions have become liberal parades and serve no purpose. For whatever APTP is or will be, it does seem clear the organization and its leadership embraced NGO money and the org is now part of the system. We can’t achieve our goals by embracing liberalism and incrementalism. Rolling down the street behind a truck, standing around and then dispersing is the very definition of a liberal parade. That’s their choice and their type of action. Perhaps they will achieve some good with their NGO cash. That said, real change comes from the actions of people that fight and resist by all and any means. That much we know.”

❍ “we need ungovernable Black communities—not just from the State, but all extensions, functionally or by proxy, of it, including the NPIC and orgs/groups which prioritize hierarchy above all else. this is by far one of the most direct ways to reach the margins because these ungovernable communities are by definition distant from the structures and institutions that create that marginalization such as the police. they are where we are most safe.”

❍ “ppl who aren’t in the bay & have little to no experience with street movements in the bay, please read this. aptp leadership has been actively working against militancy in anti-police street movements before aptp was even a thing—only now they have a lot more $$$ thanks to their associations with the Tides (Foundation) Network and Cullors’s BLM™️. ppl unfamiliar with their history boosting them isn’t helping this worsening situation.”

❍ “imagine the amount of lost time and resources wasted by the NPIC and shitty "socialist" orgs that when not being antiBlack, they protect abusers and sexual assaulters.”

❍ “another way of saying that “you can’t reform this” is to say “you can’t defund this. you have to abolish it or it goes on.” ppl trying to “defund” literally got their messaging turned against them by both the gop & dems after the riots of 2020. you rlly can’t reform this… you cannot trick the state into slowly but surely disarming itself so that you can then take it down, too.”

❍ “so annoyed with the ppl bragging about how peaceful the protests are. it doesn't matter, fascists will not suddenly grow a conscience because you protest peacefully. you either destroy fascism or it will destroy you.”

❍ “this swift condemnation of Black cops has more to do with the fact that they’re Black and therefore can be scapegoated to pretend that reform is occurring, than it does with literally anything else, including the murder itself.”

❍ “anyone calling for more funding of police and military in this country is a fascist. it's someone who is condoning ongoing genocides. i don't care what party they claim.”

❍ “i'm so upset "defend the p*lice” ever came from the mouths of "abolitionists". it should've been defund or nothing.

❍ “the c*ps were gloating and bragging to each other over beating Tyre Nichols to death because that's what policing is about—the brutal lynching of Black people.”

#theory #quotes

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driftingandlostwords · 1 year

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"it makes more sense for you to stay at ed's" > "but what will i do abt food" you have a car even if there's no food at ed's currently > no answer

"i was so bored last night...i just want my tv" > you have your macbook tho and you haven't turned it on once, you could have taken your computer if you wanted to but you said no

"i talked to a lot of people about us, i talked to ed and obviously he wants the best for us" > i just want to know what exactly you are saying, are you explaining your wrongs too?

"i'm just on edge about us, with everything from everyone i've been talking too" > what are they saying? do they know the full situation? am i being painted in a bad light? it just sounds like everyone thinks we should break up but if you aren't explaining the situation properly how is this good is the advice - how is this break good for us and how do you think that we will be okay if this is how you act when you come back here

"i don't want to talk, stop asking questions that's the problem, i come home and i just get grilled" > i have a right to have reassurance about her when you know and acknowledge that i don't feel comfortable about that situation, you know its not me trying to keep tabs but me trying to be curious and invested in your things and you turn it against me, if you don't want to talk then why did you come here and choose to stick around longer

"we talked about those guidelines so ill respect them, there's no need to talk about it" > you came home to pick stuff up which sure i understand you need stuff but then also stayed longer to eat when we're supposed to be taking space, you also act super weird about it which just made it feel worse, i try to talk to you so that its not awkward but you get upset and agitated, you stood outside knocking instead of just texting me that you were here, you say mean or unnecessary things abt me not going to ed's and you being bored at ed's - like how is any of this following the guidelines

"im going to the nct concert in houston" > "oh that's cool" but why are you telling me like everything is normal in our lives and when i try to ask questions like things are normal you shut down

"im going to the arcade with people that make me happy and that's all that matters" > i get that you are doing what makes you happy but that was really mean and i had a legitimate question abt who was going, you only get defensive when jordan is involved, you saying that implies that i make you miserable

"how have you been?" > "im okay" > "have you been sad" > "yea, how have you been?" > "happier, i feel happier that we are apart"

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t-citurnity-moved · 4 years

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God I am so tired.

Vent-y feels under the cut and in tags.

Y’all (not anyone I follow / am mutuals with or anything like that; this is about people on Instagram who are generally shitty) really hate NB people huh? Y’all hate NB people who present as anything besides androgynous, don’t you? Y’all legit hate NB people who don’t fit within your perceived notion of NB people? Y’all legitimately want to shove NB people into tight little boxes where they’re forced to fit your perfect vision of how NB people should be just so you can be right abt smth,

dontcha?

Legit, just say y’all hate NB people and go.

#vent #tbd #i hope this doesn't come off as vagueposting its legit just about comments i saw on an instagram post #that really upset me #basically it was a post about an nb person using the mlm flag and i am.... hm #i guess im not allowed to be mlm even tho i do present as masc and call myself a man!#what the fuck does toric / trixic even mean do you legit think ANYONE knows what those means wtf #not calling out anyone who uses them but i legitimately don't undestand what the issue #with nb people presenting as mlm or wlw if they're more comfortable with that!#its making me really sad and question my gender :((((#i like to talk to my friends when i feel down like i am now #so if i bug you im sorry you can just tell me you're busy or smthgbifdgdfg

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ahmallama · 2 years

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so ive been away a while,

genetics caught up with me as well as bad decisions and just. it all came to a head recently: tldr? my mom, uncle, and grandfather (dads side) have/had schizo effective disorders, and i suffered a pretty bad psychosis episode recently. therapists and guardians think that social media/discord exacerbated it (which is why i havent been on discord a while either and still am not on it but i miss talking with friends) and was just given the go ahead to get back on social media (discord still no for now tho) full story after the readmore:

a few things led up to this at once, stress of life, covid, nearing 30s with little to no escape from current situation, social stress and feeling like ive been pushing people away, fears of abandonment and isolation, and my 28th bday coming soon with no one to share in it with. weeks before it came i started losing control over my thought patterns, like hearing voices but not auditory hallucinations, and i knew it wasnt real, and asked mel and nae for help. they got me on an anti anxiety medication that i was taking a few days before my bday, but it was a little to late at that point it seems, i had gotten out of the habit of taking my normal meds (it wasnt purposeful neglect, it was more i forgot a few days and a few days turn into weeks et al, and when i realized i was like "oh shit" and started taking them "normally" again), and had been on medical marijuana, which is fine normally, but was fucking me up personally because of the whole meds situation (doctors say.) all this, plus genetics, finally came together on my bday or the day before, i dont remember, and i started rambling incoherently to mel and nae, and yelling and flip flopping, i dont remember what i was saying and frankly im too embarrassed about the whole situation to see the vid taken. i felt like i had no one to share anything with, and no one to talk too, and that talking with people just upset people and i had no control over who stayed and that i was in fact toxic/annoying/bothersome/a nuisance to just, interact with. with poor self esteem and bs like that, and in the mindset i was in, i dont remember what happened next as it actually happened, what happened was: mel and nae had called 911 to bring an ambulance to bring me somewhere where they could get my meds straightened out, i rode the ambulance peacefully but there were cops in the ride with me, and i have a fear of cops (abusive dad/personal history) they took me to a hospital, and after the ambulance ride, i panicked, ran out of and broke the ambulance bay doors, climbed a concrete divider that was a few feet tall, and fell down a ditch into a bramble bush (which, embarrassingly, tore off my paper scrubs i had on at the time, so not only was i probably yelling incoherently, i was also cut up from the bushes i fell into (im gonna have some serious scars i dont like), and stark naked to boot) after this idk what happened, but my recollection stops being "dream like/nonsense/out of order" and starts blending back into reality, so they had taken me to a location where they could monitor me and legitimately set my meds straight, as well as after this, get me into therapy that my insurance thankfully covers, that can also help me with actual life situations, like finding out what my bank info is, socials et al, and insurance and how all that works. what i remember was odd, and dream like, it was like a waking dream literally, and i was told i may never actually remember it as it had happened, and its also seperate and disjointed "dreams" on top of that. the first one being that i was a minority being chased by cops, and was shot in the back by a gun that was a taser at the same time, this didnt really happen, i would have taser marks or bruises on my back if i was, and i dont, so i have no idea where this one came from or why i experienced it at all. when i broke thru the ambulance bay door thing, i remember it being made of glass (it wasnt im told), i shattered thru it when i ran, and for some reason i was the flash, and i had to keep running to both run away from evil, and to keep the world working right by using the speed force (i know, i know. idk why. its just how i remember it.) and when i climbed the divider and fell into the bramble bush is the weirdest at the moment, i remember it both backwards, and as another comic book character. i was Morpheus from dc/vertigos sandman, and i was trapped in hell (this is a plot point in the comics, sandman knows lucifer and at one point was duped into owning the key to hell, long story and thats all thats relevant rn), and it had

manifested as trees and thorns that wished unjustly to do me harm. i was covered in runes and sigils, that were bound to keep me docile/trapped, and i couldnt tear them off myself, but i climbed and clawed my way thru and up a large, large wall, that ended up in a chain link fence, and the 3 fates where there looking down on and antagonizing me while not really antagonizing me in the shapes of cops, with bright flashlights, one of which was strobing in my face, and thats where the "dream" ends. i dont know why i remember it this way, but i can tell fact from fiction, and i know in real life that im neither flash or sandman, and can enjoy media and whatnot, one doctor said if i wasnt a fan of comics i may have remembered it as movie characters, sports players or whatnot, but it still would have/may have happened, so fiction itself thankfully isnt/wasnt the problem (i would be very bored now if it was), and that the meds im now taking are 90 percent of the help i need, and the other 10 im getting in therapy. this was all very traumatic, confusing, embarrassing, and "shameful" for me (i know i shouldnt be ashamed, but i am still, its, how it is.) but i AM getting help, and im not going to turn into what my mom ended up being. i saw first hand how things can go, and am being honest with doctors and therapists as well as mel and nae about things going forward. there are other bits and pieces that i left out, that i can tell people one on one once i "earn back" discord privileges, but this is enough for now. im sorry for dissappearing like i did for so long, and im sorry any of this had happened in the first place, im ashamed any of it did.

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crystallic-moon · 3 years

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I’m reading Blood Like Magic so here’s my live comments

There will 100% be spoilers

Is she sitting in a pool of blood?

A lot of blood.

Ok but the whole Voya not being able to make a decision thing is exactly like me.

Fuck Uncle Cathius.

“And so humble” I LOVE KEIS BEING ABLE TO HEAR HER THOUGHTS

Wait- Alex’s bleeding came from her eyes and ears, but it was said that that’s how it is for the guys since they don’t have a period. Soo.. is Alex trans?

ALEX IS TRANS I LOVE THE REPRESENTATION

Aww i love what Voya’s mom said to her when Voya was becoming insecure about her hips.

Luc may be mean but he sounds hot ;-;

Holy shit- Mama Jova’s scars— my heart hurts for what she had to go through

Holy shit I think we’re watching how Mama Jova died

The year 2049, I’d be 44 years old in this story

Nooo Eden 🥺

Ok but maybe Mama Jova didn’t mean kill him? But also I get why she’d want bloodshed because of the way she died...

Voya just exposed Luc :0

Omg why am I starting to like Luc

I’m a Luc simp but I shouldn’t be

I suck at remembering to write in this. This whole mystery with Auntie Elaine is confusing.

I also loved that scene at the Night Market where Luc gave her a temporary tattoo. It felt like their first real raw bonding moment.

I wonder if Lucs secretly a witch. Like what if he is but he doesn’t know about it.

Aww Luc called over Voya while he was workinggg she’s growing on him.

LMAO DENNIS BEING LIKE HOW TF DID U GET LIC TO TALK TO YOU

Priya holding Edens hand hurts because she’s probably scared it may be the last time she might get to.

AHAH- LUCS LIKE U SURE UR MOM WOULD LET U HAVE A BOY IN UR ROOM, AND VOYA FREEZES AND HES LIKE DIDNT THINK ABOUT THAT DID U

Why was that cute omg

Oh they’re definitely starting to like each other

*clears throat* Lucs letting her get into his personal space

Justin did something to Elaine I know it.

I think Elaine had something to do with Justin discovering the genetic modification thing.

I like Luc and Alex kinda bonding over both being trans.

Are they really talking about her when they know she’s in the house or near it?? Y’all are witches I’d assume you’d be a bit smarter about this.

Omg he went after her crying, my heart.

HE OFFERED TO HUG HER

AWW HES SO AWKWARD IT HURTS

Dammit she has to kill him.

“‘I think you make him flustered.’” MHM YES SHE DOES

I feel so bad for Alex she didn’t deserve to find out that way.

I don’t know if I love or hate that Voya said yes to dinner.

“Every day, more and more cracks in our family get exposed” - my theory is that the whole ‘destroy your first love’ thing is about her family. Voya’s family is her first love and the has to destroy its secrets.

Can we not kill Luc please

Oh shit she killed Juras-

Oh he survived

*cough* they definitely like each other

Man, fuck Justin.

YES GO BE SPONTANEOUS

Peptalkpeptalkpeptalk

“If I give it back, what excuse will I have to keep inviting you places to return it?” STOP HES SO CUTE

I really love the representation of both Luc and Alex being trans. And Keisha being a lesbian.

He’s definitely given her profile more than a ‘glance’

I know I’ve said it before. And it’s probably getting repetitive. But I love the trans representation in Luc.

I feel like Luc is being more soft with Voya, when Voya was like examining his body cuz he told her about how often he eats, he awkwardly was like could u not examine my body. But like with other ppl I feel like he wouldn’t been more snappy with it, cuz as we’ve seen he’s not afraid to be a little mean.

Honestly I get Lucs thing about speaking Spanish to his family and being told he has an accent every time. Happens to me a lot, it’s irritating but I try.

Yes u like him and he likes u it’s so obvious now kiss.

THEY KISSED OMG

They are so adorable please don’t make her kill him.

I am so worried about her watching this.

JOHAN OMG

stop the man was wipping them like how Mama Jova died is that meant to be a sign???

Luc came to see her???

Okay okay but how tf is she supposed to explain to Luc that she got whipped by a magical man or whatever that wat because she wanted to watch a ritual so she could prepare to kill him?? - not even the killing him part, how is she supposed to explain the some magic dude whipped me part?!

No it’s a vision girl don’t believe it.

ITS A VISION STOP IT.

Omg can this girl catch a break she just got badly injured and almost died she doesn’t need this.

WAIT LUC WAS ACTUALLY THERE

WAIT THE THING SHE SAID IN HER VISION DID SHE SAY THEM OUTLOUD?!

CUZ IF SHE DID SHE MENTIONED HURTING JURAS SO LUC WOULD KNOW SHE DID SOMETHING TO JURAS.

NOOOO

I’m upset.

Watching Voya and her dad bind is bittersweet cuz I know he still hurt her despite this bonding moment.

Mama Jova better have a good ass lesson to teach Voya with this task cuz girl is going through it.

I want to see Luc again.

I am so anxious to keep reading cuz I genuinely don’t know what’s going to happen.

I feel like Lucs gonna show up to her cooking competition especially since he can easily find her location.

I WAS RIGHT HE SHOWED UP

Fuck Justin man.

At least he’s the successor

Ok I get Voya wanting to be honest but why would admit that he still considering killing him ;-; for all you know he could be recording this and take it to the cops.

“Are you breaking up with me?” STOP STOP RIGHT NOW

I hate that he blocked her but like -he has a very very valid reason. Surprised he didn’t get a whole restraining order.

Wait wait since Voya broke the circle when they were casting the spell to protect caribana that means there will be no protection and that has to mean something??

I’m betting that something bads gonna happen at the Caribana

I feel like her mom told her until to stay until they got back for a good reason

YAY SHE PASSED BUT WAT DID SHE ASK FOR

Omg I thought Voya got shot—

Ok yes technically Voyas partially to blame for breaking the circle but it’s not entirely her fault

No no no u could’ve just gotten rid of her internship or something but trap her in the house forever? Sorry girl I wouldn’t forgive u either.

I like that Lucs back but it hurts

Holy shit things have gone very south

Ofc he was gonna trap u in glass cage with Eden what did u expect Luc ;-;

Mf I swear to fucking god if u kill granny

Aww Luc and Voyas little moment through the glass. I can tell he feels guilty and still loves her...

He’s still trying to protect her.

Oh shit he’s known since before Luc and Voya even met

They’re not a legitimate genetic match-

THEY STILL FELL FOR EACH OTHER WHO CARES.

I like Voyas thing about him thinking what he had with Elaine was love, because wat they had wasn’t love if he expected her to do anything he asked just because she loved him.

Granny to the rescue

Granny is not to the rescue.

Yes Luc he’s a lying cheat.

Please I thought Luc was destined to die, not Granny 🥺

“Who will by my grandma is she’s gone?” STOP IT RIGHT NOW

“Does it also not matter that I can’t even have a conversation with my parents without arguing? That I’ve forgotten how to speak my own language because you told me it wasn’t important? If the outcome of good, are the consequences irrelevant?” STOP LUC MY BABY DOESNT DESERVE THIS.

Stop that actually hurts cuz Luc sees how great of a relationship Voya has with her family and he’s just there without a relationship with them besides shared genes.

Yes Luc argue with the asshole.

Even tho u were once an asshole.

Edennn 🥺

Omg u love Luc fighting for them

Like I love how Luc fought for Justin to let Granny hug her granddaughter goodbye. It shows he cares and how this really does hurt him especially the way Voya described him wiping away his tears and screaming.

“Granny puts Eden back down on the chair and pauses to stare at Luc. ‘Thank you. ‘Please don’t,’ Luc croaks. ‘Too bad. I already thanked you.’” - Luc probably feels like this is his fault, that’s why he doesn’t want Granny to thank him.

:0 granny was the one who saved Luc from Voya stabbing him in her vision.

I like that Granny respected Voyas wishes of not killing him by saving him herself.

Keis is eternally trapped in the house for nothing.

Seriously.

I mean I’m glad Eden was saved by that but still.

“Why would you tell me this now? Why would you make me sparked as shit with you right as your about to die?” 🥺

She regrets not trusting Voya 🥺

AWW STOP “That means you can’t die. You have to make it up to me. Borrow someone else’s gift. Fix this.”

Granny was always planning making Voya the matriarch.

STOP SHE WONT GET TO BE A MAMA

Omg omg omg it’s Auntie Elaine.

Wait that’s so smart, turning him into the prototype

Omg her killing his body’s was intense—

“Why couldn’t you listen to me? Why couldn’t you find another way?” Luc still cared about Justin but of course he did, he wasn’t the best but it’s still the man who basically raised him.

Aww he tried to save Eden regardless

Omg she almost collapsed

Oh shit. “It’s the Luc I imagined once he knew the truth. That hateful twist to his mouth and narrowing of his eyes.” He hates her.

Wait that’s so sad, him only having the bionic lenses to remember Justin by.

“‘For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. But don’t forget that we both lost someone today.’ Luc shakes his head. ‘You lost someone. I lost everyone.’” - Stopp that’s so sad. Voya lost her granny but she still has her family, but Luc doesn’t have anyone else. He’s absolutely done with Voya, he doesn’t have any other friends, his sponsee siblings seem to hate him, and he argues with his family. Justin was all he had and now that’s gone too...

Sorry I’m mad a Voya too for trapping Keis in the house.

AWW LUC CHANGED THE CHROMOSOME ID THING

“Alex said that now her ID brings up XX the way it should.” I LOVE IT

“I like to think it’s because he’s better than that.” I think he hasn’t threatened or punished them for what happened because deep down he still wants to protect Voya and he’s aware they did it to save themselves and their family.

Woahhh Justina dads death

“The ancestors must love irony.” 💀

I guess she sort of did listen to Luc cuz she’s interning at Roti Roti for Johan.

I hate that Granny’s gone :(

Voyas showing Rena, Lauren’s mom, how she died 🥺

Wait I love that.

“I bring the intent. They bring the blood. We both pay for the gift of magic.”

This was a good book.

I loved the different genres blended together. I loved the magic side of it, it’s witches, and how they had this whole system with a matriarch, and a whole community. I loved the sci fi parts, with the genetic modification and this huge new company NuGene. I loved loved loved the romance between Voya and Luc and how they didn’t get their traditional happy ever after, and how they also weren’t a legit genetic match but they still fell for each other. And I loved the mystery side with figuring out who Mama Elaine was and what important role she played.

I’ll admit the story felt slow in the beginning and I almost decided to turn around and return it for another book but I’m so glad I didn’t because it was a good and eye catching book. But it does upset me and Keis really got the short end of the stick, she spent the whole book working to get a NuGene internship only to end up trapped in the house by the person who pushed her to get the internship.

This was a good book tho I do recommend.

Also Luc never returned Voyas food container.

4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Finished July 15, 2021 at 2pm

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ill-be-istj-if-no-one-else-is · 3 years

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Hi! I want help on typing too :) i hope i followed the guidelines right.

Im a hardworker but Im not responsible. An example is I would rather do chores for my parents all my adult life than find a real job. I did get a degree in a prestigious university but I prefer to just serve my parents full time. And so i taught myself to cook, sew, clean, do laundry, and make my own utensils out of wood and scrap. I even took online courses on how to take care of the elderly. I didnt care if I didnt have any income. As long as I do it for the people I love, I do it for free. 《Tho in a way, my brothers provide the finances so money wasnt a problem anyway》

Im very much a recluse. Though many of our guests think I have the most welcoming looking home in town, I prefer not to be visited. Even by friends. While Im proud of my choice of not becoming a professional, Im still sensitive when people imply that they feel like I wasted my potential in university. I prefer to talk to friends online everyday and refrain from seeing them personally because of my insecurity.

Im very bad with my emotions. Mostly because I would prefer to die than show people how I really feel. I would especially never show my loved ones whenever I feel sad because I want them to be always happy. Example was when I broke up with a guy and I never told anyone, but my family guessed it because they sensed that the food I made tasted different than usual. And when they told me its okay to cry, i couldnt and just smiled the whole time because I just smile when Im very stressed. And when my mood gets pretty dark, I result to alcohol to numb my feelings. I used to drink a lot when I felt depressed when I backed out of my first and last job after uni. I could never get myself to talk about my feelings with anyone, not even a therapist.

I have a fairy academia aesthetic and way of living. I love fairytales. I love reading books about them. I daydream a lot. I pretty much incorporate fairytale and folklore characters in my personality. I imagine Im Rapunzel when Im doing chores. I imagine Im Peter Pan when Im talking to friends. I used Midsummer Nights Dream as an inspiration when I revamped the house and now our place looks like a fairy cottage :)

I am a very peace loving person. I dont like taking sides. Im very neutral. I dont like to categorize anyone as good or evil. When my family fights, I dont pick sides and i refuse to take part. When I get into a fight, I immediately back down and do nothing even when Im right.

I am very bad at planning. I pretty much rely on the feeling of the moment, which usually takes people by surprise. I never thought I would quit the job industry, but i did. I never thought I would result to alcohol being the typical good girl I am, but I did. I never thought I would break up with a relationship of 10 years, but I did... all because i dont feel like it anymore.

Im not a rational person. I dont like questioning people's choices and situations and I dont want it to be done to me as well. Whenever I see my brothers upset, I dont ask or argue. I just give them some comfort food and give words of encouragement. The last time I was sad, I dont answer anyone when they ask. But Im very much willing to be hugged instead than anything else.

Im sorry if its too long. I hope i got this right :(

This definitely sounds like enneagram 2; it’s very much about giving everything for others, putting them before yourself, and caring about their opinions of you over your opinions over most things. I am also sure there is 9 fix in there somewhere, and it’s even possible you are instead a 9 core with a 2 fix instead.

With that said I’m not sure on your MBTI type - you’re definitely a feeler, but I can’t entirely decide on Fi vs. Fe, and I suspect this comes down to my own biases/range of experience. I don’t think anything you’re doing is wrong, but it is legitimately so unlike anything I would do that I struggle to connect it with Fi (even my low Fi) but it also doesn’t feel fully like Fe.

I would tentatively look at dom Fi, because despite what you say it sounds like while you value the opinions of others you do make a lot of choices for yourself and against certain expectations (choosing to be a caretaker rather than the expectation of pursuing a career from your degree, breaking up) and because you mention not liking to plan and making decisions in the moment.

I think there are cases to be made for either Ne or Se; the general sense I get here doesn’t tie to either and what might be perceived as one or the other just seems like a certain sense of escapism into fantasy, which anyone can do (and which fits with 9). So either INFP or ISFP are possible.

I would, lastly, out of a sense of what this blog is, recommend trying a therapist again, not because your life choices are in any way wrong (and I do suspect it may be hard to find a therapist who respects this which is frustrating) but because of what you say regarding showing emotion; it is pretty crucial to have some kind of emotional outlet or confidant even if you don’t like to be particularly emotional in public/around other people.

#mbti #enneagram #enneagram 2 #enneagram 9 #introverted feeling #papanbeige

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Hi there!! I love your hc so much! I was wondering if you could write hc of rva+v and saeran with MC who’s really sensitive?? Like she will cry if you raise your voice, and when she sees cute stuff. Its fine if you don’t want to, thank you tho!!

okay so thing is i don’t write V he hits a bit close to home for me so rather than put myself through the ugly self analysis i just regulate that to my councilor sorry! that being said I am more than happy to write the rest of the characters for you. I hope I did your request justice and you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

The RFA + Saeran with super sensitive MC

Jumin

- It took him some getting used to which isn’t to say he disliked it. It was reliving that he never had to guess how you were feeling. You wore your heart on your sleeves.

- He doesn’t raise his voice often. More often than not what gets you is the ices in his voice when he’s frustrated. The curtness of his words and the cold calculation in his eyes.

- He notices your shaking hands first and how watery your eyes are second. The first time it happens he shuts down completely frozen by the thought that he had hurt you, or scared you.

- Slowly he notices this happens often and he learns what to do to calm you down. He learns that your tears don’t all mean the same thing. Sometimes you cry when he gives you the perfect gift or when you are introduced to the kittens you foster.

- He falls in love with your happy tears and vows to hold you when the sad tears come.

- Look he has no self- control when it comes to buying you things and I absolutely think he has a silk handkerchief dedicated to drying your eye’s

- You have to admit its soft and cute (royal purple with a small Elizabeth the third on one corner)

- His comforting is gentle and calm. Slow and methodical. He hushes you his thumb rubbing soothing circles into you hand as you pulled yourself together. He was ever patient and loving. A strong and stable force you could rely on.

- Honestly your sensitivity helps him soften up considerably since he learns to be more connected and aware of things that may hurt your feeling (and by extension other peoples)

Yoosung

- He gets it. Sorta. He understands tearing up when people fight or fling mean words like mud. he gets that way too and he definitely sympathizes with you when you mention people teasing you for being so sensitive.

- The parts he doesn’t understand is why you cry when your happy. The first time he saw it was when you met lisa. She was so small and cute and she was yours, well yours and yoosung’s but that just made it more emotional!

- He rushes to you searching for anything he could do to help he’s talking a mile a minute asking you a string of nearly unintelligible questions to find out what was wrong. Once you explained that they were happy tears he looks a little lost but definitely relieved.

- He can get a bit carried away when he gets jealous and while he doesn’t technically yell his voice gets darker and rougher. He doesn’t do it one purpose of course and the second he hears your breath hitch.

- When you get down like that wipes away your tears with his thumb and apologizes he works hard to make his voice quieter and gentler as he whispers an endless string of reassurance and love. Anything to make up for making you cry.

- He has an entire YouTube playlist of your favorite “faith in humanity restored” videos to make you smile after bad days since being sensitive can make the world seem harsh sometimes.

Saeyoung

- When he’s frustrated he tends to snap at people and that can sometimes include you. In the beginning he was so focused on his work he didn’t notice your sniffles and soft breath catching on the knot in your throat

- The first time he saw you cry because of something he said was through CCTV when you left with tears in your eyes. he was sure you’d never come back. When you did come back he apologized quietly guilt clear on his face as he refused to make eye contact.

- Those days were rough on you as he tried constantly to push you away only to apologize stiffly when he saw you hurt. Once you’ve been together a while it gets better though.

- He’s perfected the art of spinning your emotions on their head the second he sees your eye’s tear up he starts working to make you laugh.

- A meme, or well-timed joke can have you laughing even as the tears stream down your face and he truly believes that kind of duality is simultaneously divine and so utterly human that he prays he gets to see it every day for the rest of his life.

- “Going from crying to laughing that fast and hard happens maybe five times in your life and that extreme right turn is the reason why we are alive, and I believe it extends our life by many years.” ― Amy Poehler, Yes Please

- If it’s serious he’ll hold you in his lap and rest his chin on your head so you feel completely surrounded by him. In these moment he lets you cry yourself out simply holding you quietly.

Zen

- Zen doesn’t yell. Yelling is not a strong enough term for it. This man is used to projecting his voice through entire theaters so when he gets worked up enough to lose control of the volume of his voice it can be legitimately frightening

- Your covering your ears and squeezing your eyes shut just to stop yourself from outright sobbing even though his screaming isn’t directed towards you at all. When he hears your choked sob he spins on his heals

- He kisses away your tears like the hopeless romantic mess he is. Also your kisses fill him with a bubbly sort of warm happiness so he hopes you feel the same way.

- From then on he tries very hard to keep himself under control around you. He’s a passionate and fiery personality but he never wants to upset you like that. It still happens sometimes but they are fewer and farther between every time.

- When he sees you crying over a panda cub on a zoo date he can’t help but chuckle at you. Your so cute he’s not sure he can breathe and he certainly can’t see straight because all he wants is to kiss you silly.

- He compares you to the princess from the princess and the pea saying your sensitivity is proof of how observant and soft hearted you are. It shows how much you care about people. “you really are a princess!”

Jaehee

- Is surprised and stiff at first she’s mentioned before that she’s not great with emotions but she desperately wants to help you so she tries. Problem is she’s trying really hard to be a good “friend” and the fact that your clinging to her tightly and crying sniffling into her shoulder is making that difficult.

- *pat pat* there there (don’t do anything gay don’t do anything gay) *kisses you* (damn it)

- She’s not sure why she did that really. But your so shocked you’ve stopped crying. She cant decide if that’s a good thing or not until you break out into a giggling smile. You wipe your eyes and say “if I knew crying would be the thing that got you to kiss me I wouldn’t have hid away so much”

- From that moment on you didn’t run and hide when you felt yourself getting a bit weepy because every time she noticed your tear glazed eye’s she’s smile fondly and use her apron or sleeve to wipe away your tears

- She asks you what’s wrong and listens patiently as you explain holding your hands in hers. When you’ve worked through all the emotions she gives you the smallest peck on the lips and makes sure to fix whatever she can.

- If she can’t fix it then she’ll offer what advice she can and remind you that it’s okay to take a break if you need one. After all you are the one that taught her the importance of breaks after all so she wants to return the favor if you ever feel overwhelmed.

Saeran

- Your sensitivity drew him to you to be honest. It gave you a kinship though after mint eye he was a little hesitant to admit he was cut from the same cloth so to speak. The way you managed to thrive and grow and be strong despite your sensitivity is what gave him the courage to leave mint eye in the first place

- Listen this boy loves you. So much so the instant he sees you crying he’s fighting tears too. On his bad days this can cause him to lash out. Better to seem angry than weak right. Wrong! now your crying more and he feels guilty. (he’s still got a lot of left over shit to sort through okay but he’s working on it)

- He swears at himself and pulls you against his chest where he holds you so tight you can barely breath one hand on the small of your back and the other on the back of your head so you can’t pull your face away and see how angry at himself he is. (it would be very counter intuitive right now)

- He’s not good at feelings okay, but he’s willing to step out of his comfort zone for you.

- Not to mention he understands the sensitivity to certain things after his childhood and time at mint eye he understands triggers all too well and even though it’s not exactly the same he’s not about to fault you for being sensitive.

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