#shitty: 'it is never acceptable to take another human life'

[yawnderu]

Together — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

"In another life, I'd have the privilege of meeting you under different circumstances." His words were comforting as the cold started taking over your bodies, his gloved hand holding yours.

"In every single life, I'll be looking for you, Simon." His name was never sweeter than when it came out of your mouth. Simon was cursed, Simon lived a never-endind nightmare both as a civilian and as a soldier, but right now? Simon was the luckiest man alive, holding his loved one's hand as life began to slip away from them.

"I'll always look for you, love." His voice was weak, yet oddly calm for someone in his situation. They were separated from their group and badly wounded, yet as he began to accept this was their end, realization hit him. For once in his life, he felt deserving of something. All those thoughts about not even deserving to survive after his family was murdered seemed to be pushed to the back of his head. You didn't deserve this. Simon didn't deserve this, and there's no way in hell Ghost is going to give up. He's a fighter, for fuck's sake.

"Stray?" His gaze drifts down to her, taking in the way she's looking at him, the way she's looking at him like he's worth something, like he deserves the world, yet Simon doesn't want whatever the world has to offer.

"Hm?" Came your soft hum, throat sore from screaming into the comms after the mission failed and you were separated from Price and Gaz. It hurt, yet you didn't know what exactly it was. It was a stinging feeling all over that gave you shaky hands. It made you want to throw up, to claw on your skin until you could find what exactly was wrong, and to rip it out of your body once and for all. To be able to feel your body again, to be able to open your eyes without flinching at the harsh light, to be able to hear your own thoughts.

"I just want you to hold me." Ghost replied softly, groaning as he used all the strength he had left to help you up by the waist, making sure you could get on your feet before he leaned on the wall for support, soft groans and pained growls leaving his lips as he limped alongside you. "Don't let go."

Despite all the pain he's suffered, all his struggles and trauma, this moment feels different— it's like a release, a way to soothe the chaos his broken mind faces daily. He'd rather die fighting alongside you than fight alone. Within you, you're holding him together. You hold his heart, his pain and struggles, his mind, his soul.

"What has two legs and bleeds?" He asked out of nowhere, deep voice strained by his pain as he walked alongside you, holding you close. You were about to protest before you remember why he's doing that— he's trying to keep you awake, and he's trying to ease the tension and fear by joking around. Though this is commonly done by SAS soldiers, it's comical to see The Ghost doing it too, so you decide to entertain him.

"What?" You ask softly, a small grin on your face as you prepare for the shitty joke.

"Half a dog." He answers swiftly. Though you can't see his face due to the balaclava, you can see the slight shift on the mouth part of his mask, his eyes twinkling as they narrow slightly. He's clearly fighting off a grin, yet the dumb joke makes you laugh. You don't know if it's the blood loss making you delirious, or if the joke is actually that funny. Probably the blood loss.

"That was awful." You say, yet you're still giggling about the stupid joke. You both manage to make it out of the building, looking around at all the destruction caused by the enemy. No hostiles appeared to be near, luckily.

"Ghost, Stray, do you copy?" The comms break you both out of your daze as you stare at each other, immediately fumbling for the radio.

"Yes, sir." Ghost replies to Price, his deep voice now more professional as he requested medevac. For once in his life, Ghost felt human. Almost dying, yet more alive than ever. Maybe all his torture was finally worth it in the end, maybe for once in his life, he'd be able to have something nice. Something to call his. His hand reaches down to gently hold yours, squeezing it softly. I love you.

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost #cod mwii #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon riley x y/n

[andivmg]

another feelings post

sorry in advance for how long it is

had a therapy appointment yesterday and i bawled my eyes out the entire time just feeling angry and sad and confused with myself. because of this whole conversation around abuse and toxic relationships, i’ve been feeling all kinds of weird recently and talked about it with her and i wanted to share some of the things we said in case anybody needs to hear it

so i’ve been really beating myself up over the fact that i’m still upset at things that happened over two years ago and i was feeling really confused as to why. my life has improved infinitely since then, i no longer have any of these people in my life. i am so much happier. so why am i still so angry? why can’t i seem to let go? i was feeling like a little kid, one of the things i said was quote “it’s just not fair! we were together for only a year! how is it fair that it’s taken me two years and counting to get over shit he did in half the time? why does he get to be fine while i’m still in therapy fixing what he broke? like what is wrong with me? why can’t i just let go of shit that happened so long ago? why did i even have to go through that in the first place? it’s just not fair!”

clearly, i was unwell. but yeah i was feeling really angry at myself and as we kept talking we came to the conclusion that it’s okay to be angry. because it’s true. it’s not fair. that’s what happens with abuse, it ends up falling on the person who was on the receiving end of it to pick up the pieces while the perpetrator doesn’t think they did anything wrong in the first place. that is just an unfortunate fact of life. so how do you move on knowing that? you’re just supposed to be okay with it? no. again, it’s okay to be angry and to cry and be upset about it because you’re feeling your emotions and letting it all out. it’s perfectly normal to be upset about what you went through. it does not mean you are still hung up on the person or that you haven’t moved on. it just means that person was really shitty to you and you’re angry about it. it’s okay to be upset. we are human, we are not above feeling any emotion. as long as you are not taking those feelings out on people who love and care about you and want the best for you, be upset. scream into your pillow, cry, break shit (preferably in a rage room). if it’s what you have to do to release that anger, do that. it’s okay.

now then, why do we have to go through that pain in the first place? because it’s part of being human. ik that’s not what anybody wants to hear. it sucks. what do you mean that’s just a part of being human? that’s so unfair. true. it’s not. however, it being a part of life doesn’t make it okay for the other person to have treated you like they did. that does not justify what they said and did. but, what we choose to do afterwards is what defines us, and what will become of us.

the analogy we used was this:

it’s like going to the gym. when you work out, you create microtears in your muscles, that’s why you’re so sore the next day. but when those muscles heal, they become bigger, stronger. and when you do that exercise again, it doesn’t hurt as much and you can handle more. but, if you say “fuck this i’m not going to the gym again because i’m sore the next day and it hurts” then your muscles will become weak again and you’re right back to where you started.

like i said before, it sucks that the responsibility of moving on and becoming stronger or a better person falls onto us. but you still have to face that shit. you have to truly come to terms with the fact that you were emotionally or physically abused and decide what you will do about it now. will you accept this behavior going forward from them or anyone else? how will you react if someone tries to do the same thing this person did? will you fall back into the victim pattern or will you gather your strength to never let this happen to you again?

clearly, this process takes a really long time. it could take, years, months, even decades in some cases. and it’s hard. it’s so difficult to be strong. it is an active choice we have to make every day. and it’s okay if you’re not feeling strong some days. it’s okay to have moments of weakness. but those moments of weakness cannot overshadow all the strength it has taken to come as far as you have. sometimes it will feel like you’re going backwards, but you are not. healing is not linear and that is okay.

much love to anyone who read this whole thing. if even one person reads this and feels understood, then this post has served its purpose.

#therapy thoughts

[mooncheese3]

the man called otto au, old man!sj and the luo family. he was not able to escape wyz in the iac bc wyz decided not to sneak into it, instead spending that week in a brothel to waste away a truly big bag of coin he was lucky enough to snatch.

cw // suicide attempts, suicidal thoughts

bc of this sj wasnt able to find out what happened to yq and cultivate,and so stayed a mortal. one day wyz comes across another kid, and tries to off sj since he'd outlived his usefulness. sj outsmarts him, so wyz just leaves with his new assistant, not finding sj enough of a risk to keep alive.

sj wanders, able to get by with money he'd acquired via the things wyz taught him--all very much illegal. one day he stays a bit longer in a town, and ends up staying the night in a brothel. apparently when you assist them in kicking out a horrible customer, they wouldnt mind it so much if you were to sleep in their storage room for free. (his pretty face also helped lmao. the only privelege sj has is pretty privelege, but even that doesnt come often). one night turns into a few days, and a few days turns into a week, and suddenly sj works there.

there he becomes friends with some of the prostitutes, and finds himself with a pseudo little sister with the name sisi

a few years pass; by this point hes a young adult. sj decides to travel around. he still hasnt accepted that yq could be dead (even if his head tells him its very likely yq is), so traveling would mean possibly getting closer to wherever yq may be. he moves in the general direction of cqms, as that was yq's destination. he goes through towns, cities, forests and roads, takes on odd jobs and errands but never begs--never again--yet despite all of that no hide nor hair of his older brother can be found. sj considers going to cqms directly, but if he were being honest...

yq tended to see the good in people. while not a bad thing in itself, it usually led to shitty things happening to people like them. added with the fact that yq was a runaway child slave with no money, wore clothes that kept the cold in rather than out, was illiterate and never learned how to mapread, had never traveled so far on his own with only a vague sense of where he was going, with unkown humans, demons, creatures and plants everywhere on his trek,,, the chances of sj finding his older brother decaying rather than breathing was too high

going to cang qiong and not finding yq there... to him, it would be as close to a confirmation that yq was dead. so he avoids it. (he doesnt stop himself from listening in on conversations about cang qiong, though)

thats how he spends most of his life, traveling and seeing the world, learning about all sorts of things on the way. he spends the freedom hed fought for in what he feels to be the fullest without being around people he doesnt already know. if yq really was dead, then hed be seeing the world for both of them while he could.

when days are too hard and the thought that he'd sent his qige to his death is too strong, sj feels the temptation to follow yq into the afterlife. the sword hed stolen and the dagger up his sleeve find themselves in his hands all too often on those nights, yet no injury ever appears on himself and he breathes just fine the following morning

one day he goes back to the brothel he used to work in, and discovers that sisi isnt there anymore. after catching up with his old friends he travels again, southward where the brothel theyd transferred some of their staff stood

eventually he and sisi reunite. she introduces him to her friend, meng shi, and her son, meng yao. hes appalled when he finds meng yao reading a fake cultivation manual, so he teaches meng yao how to tell a fake from a legitimate one. he also teaches him how to /get/ a legitimate one under a fair and affordable price. sisi wheedles sj into teaching meng yao more, so he does

sj goes back on the road, and somewhere along the way settles in a hut along the luo river. but even when he lives on the outskirts of the village, which was already a decent distance away from any cultivational sect, he still hears news of the head disciple of qiong ding peak's achievements in the defeat of tianlangjun. one thing leads to another and sj finds out that yqy is in fact his yq

a confrontation happens; yqy is beyond happy that sj is alive, if a little shocked and scared that all hes seeing is a ghost his mind conjured up. like canon sj asks why yqy didnt come back, and since yqy is a do or don't there is no try person (this mentality really fucks him up), yqy doesnt give any "excuse" as to why he was gone. he was a coward, incompetent and careless in his rush to go back to the qiu manor. the fact that he went back too late and /tried/ to save sj but found the estate in ashes didnt matter. to yqy, it is the end result that matters, not the effort and process it takes for him to get there. he didnt save sj, and that was that.

in the face of what sj went through, what he experienced was miniscule. look at them! while yqy was dressed in expensive fabrics with a face that looked no older than 20 bc of his high cultivation, sj was dressed in simple and cheap robes with signs of age, hardship, and days under the sun. what right did he have to stand here and make himself seem pitiful and sympathetic when he couldnt even save sj? in the end, all he says is a wretched "im sorry for not saving you."

(hc that yqy always had this mentality, it was just worsened by his shizun. yes hes totally downplaying everything he went through on his quest to try to save sj. yqy has serious self-worth issues)

sj refuses to go to cqms with yqy. hes far too old to cultivate so all he'll end up doing there is be a servant. in sj's view that was akin to returning to his old life, just under a different master in a far bigger "estate"

yqy visits often, leaving behind trinkets sj could pawn or sell and bags of money to keep himself fed and warm. he tries to reconnect with sj, but (like canon, just even worse) sj is not having it. to sj, these "gifts" are bribes for him to stay quiet to keep yqy's pristine reputation. sj drives yqy away, but always finds himself watching as yqy leaves. it seems that therell always be a small part of him that wants his older brother back.

as sj gets older he gets sicker, experiencing aches and pains and dreaded headaches.

yqy notices, and so starts to leave medicine as well.

the longer this goes on, the more yqy looks sad and regretful. the dark cloud that hangs above his head grows darker each time he arrives and is chased away

sj abruptly thinks that he should disappear. when he was gone, yqy was doing well. its only after he showed back up in his life that yqy seemed to start being more miserable.

it of course didnt help that sometimes one of yqy's martial siblings accompanied him on his visits. always staying on the outskirts of his property, but always with an odd and/or dissaproving look on their face. sometimes, sj would faintly hear them tell yqy that coming here wasnt worth it, or at least something similar to it (sj doesnt see the harsh and downright terrifying look yqy would then send that person)

the first time he seriously tries to end his life, it is unexpectedly cut short by a rapid knocking on his door

THIS IS WHERE THE LUO FAMILY COME IN!!! mme luo comes knocking on his door one day, carrying a small feverish toddler. she has no money to go to the nearest doctor (this particular doctor likes charging too high), and the closest neighbor that hasnt already ignored her pleas for help is sj

sj aggrievedly lets her in, giving mme luo an appropriate dose of medicine so she could be the one to coax the kid into ingesting it. the child ends up recovering fairly quickly, and as thanks mme luo leaves a delicious plate of fish in a woven basket for sj

sj returns the basket. mme luo fills it again with another dish, this time with a bowl of sweet and sour pork with bokchoy soup

following the movie, everytime sj (otto) tries to khs, his attempts are unkowingly thwarted by the people hes shown kindness to

at some point mengyao (now very newly named jgy!!) encounters sj again. jgy doesnt stay long, since he does have to return to the jin sect, but he helps around the house. he cooks sj breakfast, teaches binghe etiquette, and becomes an indulgent culinary student to a very eager to show off binghe

each time someone barges into his life, sj always tells them to fuck off. most times he lets them in anyway, but others he shuts them out.

he goes too far one day, so mme luo does her mom thing and somehow gets him to open up. shes always tried to get him to do that, but sj always closed himself from others. this one time, sj tells her about his past and explains why he acts the way he does

while it is indeed the only time hes done so, he begins to allow himself to grow closer with others and let them get to know him, just as much as he gets to know about them

eventually, very slowly, qijiu begin to reconcile. yqy finds the courage to tell sj that he was hasty and was trapped within the ling xi caves, that he did go back, just too late. while theyll never be like they were before, they still had each other in the end

it would be nice if, unlike canon, him helping people inadvertently gets him to live, yk? kindness spreads kindness, that sort of thing

#original shen qingqiu #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #mama luo #baby binghe #sisi #meng yao #the man named otto au #watch the movie im being for real rn #its so good and its so sad #found family is so HMMSNN #yqy sheds tears everytime he comes back and theres more grey hairs on sj's head #sj is all “qige stop crying its natural🙄🙄🙄” #binghe steals hearts everywhere he goes #he also punches jgs in the family jewels the one time he visits his yao-gege #yqy of course helps binghe deal with the political aftermath #ive been having a lot of thoughts about the antagonists of mxtx becoming a family #i just think itd be neat

[ventbloglite]

Some of you really need to step back a little bit and acknowledge how ignorant you are towards how misogyny affects trans mascs and how you yourself may be perpetrating said misogyny when speaking ill of trans mascs.

Which is not something you should be doing at all, fyi. You can talk about individual shitty trans mascs and certain community issues you dislike which involve or are perpetrated by trans mascs without just being transphobic towards trans mascs in general.

So many times I've seen the sentient of 'AFAB's have it really easy, everyone accepts AFAB's as trans, everyone loves AFAB trans people, the world caters to you, there is basically no problems for you if you're AFAB unlike AMAB folk' shown in a variety of ways from a variety of people including just outright saying it. Not to mention the belitting of trans masc experiences with transphobia and misogyny + the way those interact because they identify as men even though transphobes still consider them to be women and don't give a shit about their actual gender.

A main crux of transphobia (though many other factors which result in hating us come into play, too many to go into now) is that trans people are seen as and treated as their AGAB and punished for not identifying as it or portraying it 'correctly' by society. So tell me why so many seem to 'forget' about how misogyny impacts trans masculine people. Could it be because you believe that advocating for trans women and trans femmes and fighting transmisogyny somehow must involve being transphobic towards trans men due to that radfem influence you've absorbed? The world will never reach gender equality of any kind if everything is 'men versus women' so can we just fucking not bring that into trans spaces please.

Examples!

I saw recently a post which perfectly pointed out the potential risks associated with someone considered 'male' growing out her hair but OP clearly knew absolutely nothing about the same risks associated with someone deemed 'female' cutting his hair. Instead of not making that post or doing some research, OP thus assumed there weren't really any risks likely due to already believing that AFAB trans people have it easy.

The ignorance! Misogyny heavily impacts the way hair is treated on those perceived as women (including body hair) and women/those perceived as women have no end of people policing what they can and can't do with their bodies often taking things to the absolute extreme to do so. Short hair on woman may seem 'more accepted' but AFAB people of any gender could quickly tell you multiple situations where it's not and results in the same violence, abuse, homo(lesbo/butch)phobia and yes possibly even death depending on the situation even if you still identify as a woman. Pretending this doesn't happen is straight up misogyny btw.

'AFAB's pass easily by doing basically nothing' is another frequent one which makes me laugh. 'Passing' for most trans people is so situational and so dependent on what you do or don't do to strictly conform to gender stereotypes if you're even able to do that at all. To suggest that the world ignores feminine gender markers the moment someone's hair is short and their chest appears mostly flat ignores both the complexity of how humans perceive gender and how misogyny comes into play whenever a woman/perceived woman shows any masculinity let alone maleness. Considering the same misogyny comes into play frequently against trans women you'd think it'd be easy to remember.

This general sentiment of 'Being born with a vagina means your life is easy and everything you do will be loved and supported because society adores you. You don't and will never have any real problems, not like anyone born with a penis.' isn't magically okay and absolutely super different to when misogynists say it about cis women because you're using AGAB language and cite 'because you're men and blah blah patriarchy' as the actual reason you're saying it. It's very clearly same shit different coat of paint. The pool is there, your toes are in, stop preparing to dive for Gods sake.

#transandrophobia #anti transmasculinity #transgender

[my-toh-theories-2]

Ik people talk a lot bout Caleb being doomed by the narrative but I don't think we talk enough bout Belos being doomed by the narrative. He's someone who wanted to be the main character so badly that he became the villian. In a story and another realm that couldn't give less of a shit about all of that lol.

TOH is a fantasy story that breaks both the fantasy and the fantasy genre. Playing with what you'd expect of it. Of what you'd expect from a fantasy story n world. It's pretty realistic too and not in a dumb grim dark way it's like, genuinely realistic. Sometimes the heroes loose. Sometimes shitty people get off scot free. Sometimes things change, permanently, for both the worse, neutral and better. And again not in a grim dark way there's still beauty to behold here. There's still love to be found.

So where does that put Belos? Someone who wants and demands that kind of story for himself in a world that couldn't give less of a shit about it giving that to him? He gets angry, bitter and spiteful. He blames the world for not meeting his entitled demands. He holds such a strong conviction in his beliefs and values as well and is so goddamn arrogant that he's immune to change. All of his problems become entirely self made. Made worse by his guilty conscience and with each choice he makes it spirals, getting worse and worse. A bit of a "I'm in too deep" attitude going on here if you get what I mean.

Look. He knows, deep, deep down that what he's doing is wrong.

"Go on. Go be a hero." -Belos Young Blood: Old Souls

But he'll never admit to that. Because admitting to that guilt means taking a long, very long uncomfortable hard look into the mirror. It means acknowledging everything.

There's a reason he started wearing gloves after killing Caleb..

He is his own worse problem. He keeps making worse and worse decisions for himself. Spiraling further and further down due to his own worse vices, guilt, fear and entitlement. He is doomed by a narrative that doesn't care about giving it's characters that kind of fantasy and narrative. His fantasy. And in any other fantasy story, let's be honest, he would be the main character. But not here. Luz, a bi Latina neurodivergent gnc girl is the main character, not him. And the Demon Realm isn't going to give him any special treatment cuz he's a cishet white human man. It's not gonna give him special treatment at all lol. In fact him not having a bile sack puts him lower on the totem pole and you know that irks him SO MUCH (lol suffer harder Bitchlos)

He's also doomed by a narrative about love, acceptance, family, friendship, community, growth, compassion, change, moving on, etc. etc. He's a looser, loner, incel, hero wannabe Christo-fascist dictator who's last person in his life that genuinely loved him, died; 300 years ago by his own hateful hands.

I have many other thoughts n feelings bout this but idk I just wanna get this out there. I have Many Thoughts bout this show that I only let ruminate in my head cjsjsks. Figured I should get them out there so yeah. Lemme know your thoughts lol

#just wanted to finally start getting all of my thoughts out of my head cjsjsks #toh #the owl house #toh belos #belos #toh analysis

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3503 (chapter 35)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

35. Man-Eater

The whole night was restless and tiring, both mentally and physically. You were used to having nightmares from time to time, some of them were realistic, some - only shapes and blurriness that you couldn't make out. But tonight was probably the worst night that you've had since you began working with Matt and Foggy.

Shapes and shadows gradually turned into bodies and faces that you would recognize everywhere, twisting into a parody of a bad horror movie. You saw Matt, sitting in his office, so furious at you for accepting Fisk's offer that he was fuming in his seat. You tried to apologize, tried to explain how there was no other way for this to end but were quickly shut up when Matt's strong hands grabbed your throat and started squeezing the life out of you - the same always bruised big hands that just hours ago felt so soft on your skin were cutting your vocal cords like a big butcher knife. You tried to speak, but words struggled to leave your mouth, jaw tightly locked in hopes to save the precious air. Matt's face changes into someone else's. His. You're back on the bed, he's pushing you into the mattress, full body weight on your throat probably enough to crash your trachea into tiny pieces, but you're desperately fighting for your life, face almost purple, but you're gnawing your nails at his face, his white as a paper sheet face with the claw-like nail scratches. Everything turns red, as if blood vessels in your eyes popped and blinded you. 

You rise up from your bed, gasping loudly and touching your neck, feeling the pulse beating in your throat loudly, proof that you're still alive. Sheets tangled between your legs feel like a trap, and you kick them off the bed immediately. "Shit." You say out loud, reaching for your phone on the bedside. Only midnight. "Fuck." You mutter again, and fall back on your pillow, trying to stop yourself from reaching for another cigarette. Maybe Foggy was right. Maybe you've had too much nicotine today. But only your body knew what a shitty day you had. The sudden involvement of Wesley and the Kingpin guy messed up the whole perspective of the case for you and you were not sure what you should do. The threat was serious enough for anyone smarter than a child to back off, but you couldn't break your promise to Elena.

You also couldn't risk involving your father into these shady schemes and endanger his life. Not after the last time.

*** "Wow, you look like crap."

"Thanks, Foggy." You grumble, hanging your coat next to Matt's. "You look...fresh."

Foggy smiles widely, disappearing in his office with a bunch of documents, and you step into your office, to find Matt already sitting in his chair comfortably. He looked better than you, that's for sure, yet still somewhat tired. "Morning." You squeeze out, dropping your briefcase on one of the armchairs. 

"Morning." Matt smiles warmly, and in an instant, you feel like you're home. But you weren't. The nightmare was never over.

You suddenly lack words, especially after yesterday. When his body was so close to yours, when he was pressing his lips to yours with such hunger that if Karen didn't show up, you probably would've torn each other apart right here in the office kitchen. Opening a can of Red Bull, you take a big gulp, probably emptying about half of the drink. Matt smells the sweet flavour in the air, scrunching his nose. He also stays silent, not knowing what to say after what happened last night. A lot of things went downhill for him as well, yet both of you would rather die than tell each other about what happened after you left the office.

"Oh, rough night?" Foggy says behind your back, eyeing the energy drink.

"Not the kind you think." You sigh, trying to keep your head up.

"Tough." Foggy replies, suddenly feeling tension rising up. 

"Anything new?" Matt asks, somehow compassionate, about your situation. He was certain that you only slept bad, and he was half right. 

"Nothing about Elena's apartment, but some woman called, she's coming today for a legal consultation or, as she said, 'whatever you law guys call talking'. "

"I can already tell how enjoyable the talk's gonna be." You almost yawn and drink again. 

"Well, she sounded quite pleasant." Foggy defends.

"Foggy, every woman on the phone sounds pleasant to you." Matt chuckles, fixing his red shades. 

"What can I say, I love the thought of imagining the face of the mysterious voice." 

"No comment." You say when Foggy looks at you for some sort of answer, and almost giggle when Matt tries to hide his grin.

"Yeah, you guys suck." Foggy storms out of the room, leaving you and Matt alone again. 

"We haven't even said a word, Foggy!" Matt shouts back at Foggy and imagines him showing his middle finger at the wall. "So, rough night?" Matt tries to use Foggy's icebreaker, not sure how he could approach the conversation after what happened yesterday. Your lips were on his mind the whole time.

Your hand unconsciously touches your neck and shivers go down your spine. "Just a shitty sleep." You smile slightly, "you?" 

Matt slowly shakes his head, remembering how he was the last one to speak to Blake before his own partner and long-time friend Hoffman killed him.  And then he had a little chat with Urich. Last night wasn't easy for him, too. Just differently. "Me too." 

"Really?" You say almost teasingly, but perhaps Matt was just imagining that tone.

"Yeah." He smiles, and you're quick to notice the dimples on his cheeks. 

"We've got guests!" Foggy shouts when he hears a knock on the door.

"Morning, are you the lawyer...s?" A red-haired woman appears in the doorway, adding the ending to the word when she sees you and Matt step out of your office, Matt standing very closely to you. Her attire was a bit shocking to say the least, especially for a legal consultation. Bright red dress, almost covering her butt, short sleeves showing almost half of her shoulders and a deep deep v-neck, like a cheery on top. Her fur coat, that was almost the same length as her dress, which made her look like a hooker. And this was the nicest thing going on in your mind at the moment. You couldn't see Foggy's reaction as his back was turned on you, but from the lack of words, you guessed that he probably stood there with his mouth open.

"Yes, we are, please, take a seat there in my office."Foggy finally rambles, showing the woman way to his small office and when she goes in, he quickly turns to you and Matt and whispers, "come here with me."

"Should we?" You half whisper to Matt, leaning close to him, when Foggy almost runs into the office, scrambling to his feet to pull the chair for the woman. 

"Yeah, why not?" Matt smirks at the closeness and follows you like a puppy when you pull him by the sleeve of his jacket into the corner of Foggy's office, where two chairs were put. 

"So, Miss Loren, you wanted some legal consultation, right?" Foggy asks, sitting with his back turned to you and Matt, where you two rather sat closely on the chairs. The redhead was right on display for all three of you, and you almost felt a strange relief that Matt wasn't able to see her with those twins half out on display. 

"Yes," she crosses her arms on the table, slightly pushing her breasts together. You almost roll your eyes at the sight of this pure embarrassment. "My therapist was using me for sex." She states so simply as if it was a normal conversation about the weather. 

"Sorry, what?" Foggy stammers, opening his notebook to write it down.

"My therapist was using me for sex. What's not to understand?" She repeats, head held high.

"Let's maybe just start at the beginning."

"I was going to therapy sessions for two months. I was failing three subjects in college, and my parents sent me to this therapist. To talk about my problems or whatever." She shrugs.

"And did he help? With those problems, I mean." Foggy steals a confused look at you, and you only reply with a raise of eyebrows.

"He did. He's a good therapist." 

"So... how did everything else happen?" Matt interferes in the talk, making himself available to the eagle-eyed woman. 

She directs her whole attention to Matt, seeing you frown and shift in your seat in the corner of her eye. "He told me that he liked me. It was the end of one of our sessions. I said that I liked him too. We went on a date, and later he was fucking me in his apartment." She looks again at Matt and stresses the word 'fucking', making something twist in your stomach. Matt felt uneasy and restrained under the intense gaze of the redhead.

"So it was with consent? You agreed to it?" Foggy reassures that he's understanding the situation correctly. 

"Yes."

"How was he using you then?" You ask, a hard look in your eyes. Things like that are not something to be lied about, especially to the lawyers.

"He wanted it often. I was okay with it, but let me tell you, the sex was bad." She laughs, showing a row of unnaturally white teeth.

"Miss Loren, I don't think we understand exactly why you came to our law firm." Foggy shakes his head, looking at the empty sheet of his notebook.

"I think I stated the situation pretty clear." She leans forward again, and you roll your eyes at the clear intention of messing with Foggy.

"What was the reason for you to come here?" You ask, one eyebrow slightly raised.

"To get my money back, of course."

"What money?"

"The money that he took from me when we together."

"Miss, could you stop speaking in riddles?" Foggy makes himself available on the spotlight again.

"When we got together, sort of, I was no longer going to therapy," she pouts, and you're 80 percent sure that she has a lip filler. "We used to talk about my problems after sex, and when I said that I'm breaking up with him, he got upset and told me that these talks are equal to therapy sessions and I need to pay."

"So you paid?" Matt asks, manspreading enough for his knee to touch yours.

"Of course I paid. But now I want my money back." 

"Why the sudden change?" You ask, earning a hard look from her, "I mean you could've not paid at all."

"He threatened to go to his lawyers."

"Yeah, and now you're here." You say under your breath and thankfully Miss Loren fails to hear it. Matt on the other hand, tries to contain his grin under his fist.

"Well, if you signed a contract, I'm sure it said that only sessions held in his office count as sessions that you need to pay for." Foggy crosses his arms, looking at the empty sheet of paper in front of him.

"I... Yes, I did." She thinks for a moment, and you can clearly imagine the little mechanism firing up in her head.

"Then we need to get your money back." Foggy turns back to look at the two of you, only to be met with your doutbful look. Matt remains tight-lipped, as if afraid to say something that might affect a potential new case.

"You'll help me? Really?"

"Yes... We will try but I doubt that you have a cheque for the money you gave." Foggy sighs, understanding the difficulty of the situation.

The woman says nothing and you stand up, smoothing your clothes, "Can you just excuse us for a moment?" You offer a fake smile to the red-head and gesture for Foggy to step out, slightly touching Matt's shoulder on your way. Matt almost immediately stands up, leaving the woman in Foggy's office alone, chasing the trail of perfume and energy drink smell that you left. 

You pull Matt by his sleeve again, this time closing the doors of your office. "This is a dead-end case."

"I know." Foggy exhales, looking around the room for any support.

"Oh, do you?" You ask in a whisper, afraid that Miss Loren might hear something through those paper-thin walls. "Because I thought that you were staring at her breasts this whole time."

Foggy's face turns red in an instant, which confirms exactly what you said. "It's not my fault, okay?"

"Okay, despite the... exposed breasts or whatever," Matt begins, feeling the side eye that you just gave him, "this is a terrible case. There's little to no hope that we can prove that she really gave him money, especially if it was in cash-"

You slightly hit Matt's chest, exclaiming silently, "That's it, cash! If she transfered money via bank, there has to be a document, go, go" you begin pushing Foggy out of the office, "go ask her now!"

As Foggy leaves, you notice that you've held your hand on Matt's chest the whole time, and awkwardly pull away, "shit, sorry." 

"I see that the energy drink is really working." Matt smirks, pretending to touch his chest.

Foggy bursts in, face light up with a smile. "We got him." 

You get squished in the middle between Matt and Foggy's hug and groan in protest, feeling Foggy's hair tickling your face. Matt's body tightly pressed against your back, even for a brief moment, takes your breath away, and you stand flustered when the men pull away and Foggy rushes off.

The moment of a small victory gets destroyed into pieces when Karen comes in with the news - Elena was shot dead in her apartment building.

*** 

You sit on one of the armchairs, looking nowhere in particular, blinking only occassionally, when the dryness starts stinging your eyes. The chatter between your coworkers has died minutes ago, the speculations were exhausted and only Karen seemed to be more active than the three of you. Turning on the news, she tried to put you out of your thoughts, unsuccesfully.

You didn't know what you felt inside at this moment. The feeling was so familiar, yet so different. It wasn't the heartbreak of losing someone close to you, or your parent, but it made you feel something, because Elena wasn't a complete stranger either. Honestly, it would've been easier to deal if you stayed away from her case, unfortunatelly, you were already head and heart deep in it. Matt sat beside you on another armchair, deep in thought. He didn't need to have super abilities to read the mood in the room, and they were not helping him to lessen his own grief as well. He desperately wanted to hold your hand, to squeeze it tightly, so that the closeness would take his heartache away, yet he couldn't. He was grasping his knee to the point of his knuckles turning white, holding the inside of his cheek between his teeth as a distraction. 

Foggy and Karen were perhaps shaken the most, after all they spent more time with Elena not discussing case matters, simply chatting. Karen, familiar with things like that, was thinking further than all three of you - who is going to pay for the funeral expenses, and who will organise the whole thing? She had no money, obviously. The firm too. Matt and Foggy literally looked like they survived each day by pure miracle. And of course... Karen's eyes fell on you. Your expensive watch and jewelry, that Karen herself would probably have to work three jobs in order to buy something similar. Sometimes you just stank richness and she despised it, for whatever reason. Maybe because she grew up with almost nothing, and you just had your rich daddy to fund your desires. She's never seen your apartment, but she was guessing that you liked to live like you liked to dress - fancy. Everyone had their own opinion about you, and Karen's was this. She couldn't deny that she thought you were just another little slut, who liked to fuck around, but as your time here went on, Karen has only heard about that dick Wesley, and she wasn't entirely sure if you two were a serious thing or not. Not that she cared about that at the moment; or any other moment of the day. Karen had her eyes focused on one man, and one man only. Her glance fell on Matt's worried face, tracing the lines on his face, the slight scrunch of his nose, the almost faded bruise just at the end of his glasses outline. Karen wanted Matt only for herself, and if she somehow managed to get him, she wouldn't be stupid to let him go. But there was something in Matt's behaviour towards her that always left her dissappointed; he was so cold to her words, her shy, not-so-accidental touches, or invites to grab a drink, as if he was already devoted to another. From the perspective of seeing the obvious, Karen was the blind one, not Matt. Especially when she fail to notice the obvious crush that Foggy had on her.

Foggy felt devastated. Ever since he met Elena, she was nothing but only kind to him, and he genuinely wanted this case to be a success. Maybe it was particularly hard for him because in his whole life he has never had any experience related to death. His parents were alive and well, his brother... Well, he was somehow still there, and still bugging him, and his grandparents were kicking asses in their small shop. This was something new, something disgusting, something you can't grab and put in a jar and throw it away. He wished he had powers to do so, yet he was helpless, only a mere watcher.

"I'm not very good at this, out, being in public. But I felt the need to speak up for this city that I love with all my heart. No one should have to live in fear. In fear of madmen who have no regard for who they injure." A familiar voice on the TV says, and you whip your head up so fast, that it takes a moment for your vision to return to normal. There he was. The so-calledKingpin. Your eyes widen in the forgotten fear and hatred when you see his bald head on the screen. Matt, disturbed by your sudden movement, turns his head in the direction of the small TV. The camera zooms out of Fisk's face and you see that he's not alone. Foggy and Karen share a worried look when they recognise Wesley and your face becomes pale in a matter of seconds.

Matt feels the shift in the air, especially with you literally burning with hatred next to him, but he tries to focus on the next words coming from TV.

"In fear of the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, who has inflicted untold pain and suffering. This masked terrorist and psychopaths of his kind, we must show them we will not bow down to their campaign of coercion and intimidation. We must stand up to them." Fisk continues, and Matt feels his blood boiling in his veins. "As this man, my dearest friend, Leland Owlsley, a pillar in the financial community, stood up when he was recently assaulted. But this assault was for no other reason than to send me a message. A message warning me to stop." 

Owsley? Was he out in public too? Who else was with Fisk there?

"To give up my dream that I have for this city. A dream of a better place. A place for its citizens to feel safe. To feel pride. I tried to do this quietly, not wanting to draw attention. The last thing I wanted was for anyone close to me to become a target from those who do not share my dream. For those who will have this city stay exactly as it is, mired in poverty and crime. But I know now it was foolish to make that decision. That I can no longer do it alone.That I cannot keep living in the shadows afraid of the light. None of us can. None of us should be forced to. We must do this together. We must resist those who would have us live in fear." Fisk takes a moment to inhale some air, and you notice the proud look on Wesley's face when he glances at Fisk as if the latter was some sort of God to him. You feel the sour drink in the back of your throat, or maybe you just imagined it, as the desire to puke becomes almost unbearable. 

"My name is Wilson Fisk. And together, we can make this city a better place." The crowd starts cheering for him and you rush to the toilet on the first floor, bursting through the doors and tightly gripping the edges of the sink and splashing cold water on your face. The whole thing just took an unexpected turn. Hell's Kitchen was about to suffer even more than before.

#matt murdock #foggy nelson #marvel daredevil #matt murdock x reader #netflix daredevil #bound by law #matts superhearing complicates things for you #lawyers #daredevil #marvel #wilson fisk #james wesley #karen page

[owl127]

Protective Anya Clexa drabble

There were few sacred things in Anya’s life, and close to the top of her list were Wednesdays. In the middle of the week, between work chaos and meetings, she would find herself in a dimly lit bar with friends as close as family, bitching about life and relationships and the beer that never seemed to be cold.

Anya ordered a third round with the cute waitress, who looked interested and added an extra tip because of her cleavage—one couldn’t blame a woman for being weak.

"What are you so worried about?" Drinks hadn’t been enough to get Anya drunk, so the question came clean and steady, steady enough to make the tip of Lexa’s ears turn pink.

"I’m not worried."

"You keep looking at the door, but everyone’s here." Anya pointed around their table, where Octavia argued with Harper over their darts and Lincoln had just settled a bet with Gustus for their next pool game. "So what’s bothering you?"

With her creased collar and askew tie—it had been a long day of meetings, and that’s why Anya never wore ties—not to mention the third whiskey dose, Lexa cleared her throat. The warning would have been efficient if not for her unfocused eyes.

"I’m fine, Anya."

After ten years of friendship and one year of a failed relationship in the middle, Anya knew something was wrong. Her tongue curled around a smart reply when Lexa’s eyebrows shot up in surprise—or was it relief?—and a true, pure smile brightened those high cheekbones. Brown eyes followed Lexa’s line of vision, squinting under the lack of light to be sure.

"What is HR-busty-blonde doing here?"

"Anya." 

That tone—Anya knew that tone well. She also knew what a blush could do to Lexa’s face, and even in the low light, she could see it burn.

"Do you have something to tell us, Lex?"

Lexa didn’t reply, instead taking a few steps to greet "busty blonde" with a kiss on the cheek that made Anya frown.

"Guys, this is Clarke," Lexa introduced the HR girl as if none of them worked in the same building. This ‘Clarke’ probably shared a manager with Lincoln.

But everyone, all their friends—apparently shitty traitors—greeted the blonde as if she were part of their Wednesday, as if she were a friend, as if—

"You’re fucking her," Anya said, almost breathless, the truth settling down like a fog in the deep of the night.

Clarke, unphased and with a smile that Anya immediately disliked, held out her hand in defiance, her manicured fingers daring Anya to continue.

"Clarke Griffin."

Anya took a long gulp from her lukewarm beer, eyes locked on dark blue. A long sigh later, she accepted the peace offering.

Lexa fake coughed, tugging on her collar, and suddenly Anya realized she was the last one to know. Octavia disappeared after Harper mumbled something about darts, and when she looked around, there was no sign of Lincoln or Gustus.

What happened to her Wednesday?

"I’m gonna get more beer. Do you want anything?" Lexa asked Clarke, hand on the blonde’s waist and mouth close to her ear, exposed by her high bun. To Anya’s surprise, the girl ordered scotch. She tugged on Lexa’s tie to tighten it, and a second later, Anya was alone with a girl who was in Lexa’s life and was important enough to make it to their Wednesdays.

It had been almost four years, but still. After the whole Costia fiasco, Anya was protective of her ex, friend, best friend, or whatever title Lexa had in her life.

"So…"

"Clarke Griffin from Human Resources," Anya cut in.

"Director of Fraud Risk Analysis, Anya Forest," Clarke responded with the same tone, though that infuriating smile was still in place.

"How long?" Anya was not a woman of many words.

"Three months."

"Bullshit."

"Okay, two, but I had to try."

At Anya’s eyes growing twice their size, Clarke smirked. "You were the last to know because she said you’d freak out. Please don’t freak out."

"I don’t freak out." Anya took another sip from her beer.

Clarke opened her mouth to respond but closed it, her eyes squinting in thought. "You guys are not one of those complicated exes and shit, are you?"

Anya’s face betrayed her surprise again. Because, no! Lexa was special, yes, but Anya didn’t want to pursue something she was sure wouldn’t work. But Lexa was still special, and Anya was tired of busty blondes breaking her heart for fun.

"Fuck, no."

Clarke nodded and smiled. "I get why she didn’t tell you before."

This girl got balls; Anya had to admit that. Not every new girl who was dating her protegé was brave enough to meet Anya face-to-face like this.

Lexa saved them by coming back with more beer and scotch. She looked up at Anya, her eyes vulnerable and her lips in a thin line.

Anya wanted to frown, but all she could do was grab a new beer and nod silently.

Lexa’s smile could light up the room.

Their friends piled up around the cashier to pay for the night, an act Anya excused herself from doing because she was the last one to know about Clarke. The wind blew against her dark blonde hair and pushed the smoke from her lips up in a twirling curl.

"This thing's going to kill you," Lexa said next to Anya, popping a mint gun in her mouth.

"So will HR chicks."

"I take it that you like her."

Anya took a long drag and threw the half-smoked cigarette on the curb. She adjusted her jacket and looked back at Lexa.

"She’s not bad. She can hold her liquor better than you."

They laughed quietly at that. 

"She’s important to me," Lexa confessed, not meeting Anya’s eyes.

"I know. She made it to Wednesdays."

"She also has a friend who is your type."

"Now we’re talking."

#this was a gift from long long ago that was lost in my drive #so here it is #some protective anya #clexa #clarke being a bad bitch #clarke griffin #the 100 #drabble

[zap0ch0s]

Fugitives AU headcanons

So, remember this?

I wanted to do headcanons for this AU cuz I have nothing else to do, but well here you go

and well, disclaimer below

TW: blood, death, murderer, gore, hardcore topics, bad curses

please have discretion before reading

Ryo>

Full HD image srry

Quick fun fact: Ryo is an OLD OC who had several facets in his character construction, first he was an older brother in a family of 7 or 8 brothers and then a guy with a harem of demon girls, time passed and I forgot this character, until the AU suddenly came up and I decided to use Ryo again for this AU.

✂He is not even human, he was created as a living voodoo doll in a satanic ritual with the ability to feel and think like a normal and ordinary human, but that took development, Ryo was molded as a male figure to camouflage his true appearance, his The creator constantly took him to the outside world so that he could understand it a little better. As time went by, Ryo began to understand his environment and understand humans, but his ability to feel needed to be reinforced, because the only thing Ryo felt in that world. stage of his life was curiosity.

✂Having said a little about his origin, let's talk about his past, Ryo was just curious about everything, so sometimes he ran away to interact with humans. By doing so, he began to feel happiness and began to make friends, but that happiness wouldn't last quite a long time, since his creator was a murderer without being caught, so one day he started using Ryo to kill people, even some of his friends, let's just say that Ryo's creator didn't treat him very well either, in fact He treated him like shit, if Ryo didn't obey his creator's orders, he was beaten immediately, if he didn't satisfy his interests, he cut off some limb and left him like that for a week or two, until Ryo got fed up and tried to kill his creator by setting fire to him and the place where they both lived and went to make him life independently, the fate of his creator is unknown.

✂Taking into account that he is a living voodoo doll, if Ryo harms himself, he harms another human being that Ryo can think of.

✂He doesn't have a specific age, mentally he is 25 years old, but his physical appearance does not help much, since he looks like a 17 year old teenager.

✂He's pretty smart, but he's very naive.

✂By being able to rebuild his life, Ryo became a happy and enthusiastic person, making new friends and experiencing both good and bad things.

✂Unfortunately, by living more bad experiences than good, he became a more shy and insecure person.

✂He is bisexual, but he is philophobic.

✂His philophobia is due to the fact that love hit him in the balls many times, 3 times with shitty friends and 5 times with love, he was in three groups of friends who treated him like shit, and in love he did worse, his first partner took advantage of Ryo's hospitality to steal money from him and buy drugs, the second partner cheated on him with his "best friend", the third partner was a manipulative and jealous person, the fourth partner took advantage of his kindness and abused Ryo on many occasions, physically and emotionally, and also, he only wanted him to satisfy his sexual desires (be careful, Ryo accepted only so as not to receive an insult or a beating), the fifth couple abandoned him when Ryo needed him most, and so Ryo promised himself that he would never fall in love or deepen a friendship again.

✂He doesn't like the cold or the heat.

✂He lives alone and only has a Siberian husky named "Juju" for company.

✂Work as a barista at a Starbucks.

✂He knows a lot about general culture and video game culture, which has caused people to call him a "freaky".

✂Although he is philophobic, he wishes with all his heart that someone truly loves him and loves him.

✂ahh, but if he feels like he's going to fall in love, he gets hysterical and rejects his emotions (who understands that poor guy?).

✂ Emotionally sensitive (quite a bit in fact...).

✂He ​​knows that sooner or later he must heal his emotional scars, but he's afraid.

Dolph Lazerhawk:

It'll sound somewhat complicated or confusing, but since it is not known if there will be a second season of this series (yet), I had to put everything to my imagination to add the first three main characters of this series.

⚙He died? he survived? I don't know, the thing is that as you know at the end of the last episode Dolph is on a game over video game screen, BUT, with the detail that it gives you the "continue? yes or no?" screen. to which Dolph selects yes, which gives me the impression that Dolph could return, well, while we wait for the second season, let's assume that he did returned, as soon as he was able to escape from the Wasteland to rescue Bullfrog, his robotic arm was screwed and barely had any strength, luckily Bullfrog found him and took him away from the wasteland and a little to the outskirts of Eden.

⚙He still thinks about what could have happened to Marcus Holloway, but he still plans to one day destroy Sarah Fisher.

⚙He will look like he doesn't give a shit about everything, but deep down he genuinely cares about those people with whom he rarely empathizes.

⚙Gay 🏳‍🌈 (hell yeah💅).

⚙He likes drinks from other countries, especially if they are cocktails or alcoholic drinks.

⚙He still has a hard time trusting people, since after being betrayed twice, he doesn't easily trust anyone (except a little for Bullfrog).

⚙He is strong-willed, but can be a little emotional at times.

⚙To recover a little physically, he does a daily exercise routine.

⚙As the days went by, he learned to get over what happened with Alex.

⚙He tries to gain confidence in Ramón, since he still doesn't know that Ramón gave up on Eden after learning the truth.

⚙Also, he tries to get along with him only because Bullfrog trusts him completely.

⚙He is the strongest of the trio (that is, him, Ramón and Bullfrog).

Bullfrog:

🐸It's like the emotional and moral support of the trio.

🐸His favorite flavor of juice is orange.

🐸He has tried to get Ramón to stop taking drugs, and so far it worked.

🐸He is the most agile and fastest of the trio.

🐸Desmond Miles was his mentor, but he was executed in live in the electric chair.

🐸He's still a little emotional about what happened to Peyj', Jade and Cody Rhodes, so he always tries to protect the only two people he has left by his side.

🐸Perhaps the kindest of the trio.

🐸He is quite understanding of his group and cares a lot about his comrades.

🐸Always tries to prevent Dolph and Ramon from starting to fight.

🐸Over the days, Bullfrog has begun to have feelings for Ramón.

🐸If there is something that hurts him, shits him, lascras him and excretes him, it is that you mess with him and his comrades, apart from making fun of him.

🐸Every time he thinks it's necessary to lighten the atmosphere, he puts some music.

🐸Bullfrog knows about Ramón's probable insomnia.

Rayman/Ramón:

💥Since they left Eden, Ramón is still a little mentally damaged.

💥Although he has stopped taking drugs at Bullfrog's request, he still cannot give up alcohol.

💥Emotionally vulnerable.

💥He is easily irritable.

💥Every time he bleaches his hair to a platinum yellow color so as not to show his natural blonde.

💥He is closer to Bullfrog since he was the only one who opened his eyes to the real Eden.

💥He is pessimistic.

💥His entire vision of the world is broken.

💥The only thing worth it to him is Bullfrog.

💥He still has hope that things can get better.

💥He has quite eyebags because he has trouble sleeping.

💥His eye color changes depending on his mood.

💥There are times he cries while he sleeps.

💥Even though Bullfrog always asks him to, he can't get along easily with Dolph and always wants to beat him up.

💥Over the days, he has started to have feelings for Bullfrog, but he doesn't know if Bullfrog feels the same way about him (don't worry buddy, I'm sure he does).

💥He is the strategist of the trio.

Fakeman:

Or raymesis, whatever you want to call it, but I call it Fakeman

Be careful that some data may change as the AU plot progresses (when it comes out, obviously 😳)

🎙Obviously he doesn't know that he is a mere clone of the original Rayman.

🎙He brushes his hair every moment to make sure it's "perfect."

🎙He is quite vanidous, or he always puts on perfume when going out, takes care of his hair with special creams or brushes his eyebrows or does all of them.

🎙He can be a damn diva when he puts his mind to it.

🎙He has no filter to speak.

🎙He's not that different from Rayman/Ramón, he drinks alcohol and smokes but in moderation, the only exceptions are that he doesn't take drugs and is not as violent.

🎙Like Ramón, he is unaware of Eden's shameless acts.

🎙He SURE hasresorted to s3x to reduce his stress, satisfy his desires or make a deal with dirty money while doing this gesture:

The drawing belongs to @skronklpus

🎙Speaking of, always before starting the act, he always says "I hope you know how to please me correctly"

🎙He is usually a hypocrite with people, especially with "terrorists".

🎙He took over Ramón's apartment, first he cleaned it and remodeled it to his liking.

🎙His attitude in front of cameras divided the world, some see him as something with no importance, others feel intimidated by him and others don't give a shit about his existence.

🎙He's a tremendous motherfucker in every sense of the word (until now).

9/0ttis:

Let's start with 9:

🌱He lived in a serene town in Washington, but his town had a certain rivalry with Eden because of his regime. Eden bombed the town because they had the necessary resources to overthrow Eden.

🌱9 is friendly, gentle and loving, but is a bit reserved.

🌱He believes in second chances and that the third time is always the charm.

🌱7 is her love interest as is 5 (a polyamorous love to be exact).

🌱Never looks for or creates problems.

🌱He lived with 2 in a nice house in a small neighborhood.

🌱He is quite interested in agriculture, in fact, he had crops of various fruits in his backyard.

🌱He loves children, that's why he did babysitting shifts 3 times.

🌱After the bombing and losing 2, 3 and 4, and 8, 9 was left with an enormous trauma, months later, 9 was adopted by a hopelessly alcoholic man who didn't work and constantly physically abused him.

🌱As a result of this abuse, 9 developed dissociative personality disorder (or multiple personality disorder for easier) and that's how Ottis emerged.

Now Ottis:

🔥Ottis killed his adoptive "Father" as revenge for those abuses.

🔥Unlike 9, Ottis is aggressive, vengeful, violent and perhaps a little malevolent.

🔥He is overprotective with 9, he thinks that 9 is very vulnerable, so he always tries to prevent him from fronting for too long.

🔥Ottis fronts almost all the time.

🔥Ottis has attacked and killed people to protect himself and 9.

🔥He has serious anger problems, so he can barely control his emotions.

🔥Lets 9 front only if they need to shop.

🔥Despite having a bad temper, he has a soft side, especially with children, in fact, he did babysitting at least once.

🔥He is very good at choreographing, since he has a little more body energy than 9.

🔥He is a pro at mathematics, especially if it involves mental calculation.

🔥He lives his life swearing to himself to kill the precursor of the bombing (Rayman) and Eden's cronies.

Fact about both: They're both like a combination of Wanda Maximoff (Marvel) and Kevin Wendel Crumb (Sliver), so 9/Ottis' powers are ALMOST the same, except Ottis breathes fire.

5:

💊He is quite insecure and shy.

💊He rarely gets angry with people.

💊He is madly in love with 9.

💊He studied medicine and served to treat wounds and injuries in the Red Cross 3 times.

💊He, along with 7, was the only one who survived the bombing of his town.

💊He's been trying to find 9 for several months.

💊He used to leave letters in his mailbox for 9 telling him hints that he likes him.

💊He confessed to 9 in a small park.

💊He doesn't know how to lie.

💊BUT, he knows how to cook pretty well.

💊Today, he's a part-shift doctor, but 5 can also be a bastard.

💊If he feels threatened or insulted, he injects fenthalin into your food.

💊It's very sensitive.

💊He gets panic attacks when he gets frustrated or if he's very scared.

7:

🔪She is kind, but also very temperamental.

🔪7 had an easier time confessing her feelings to 9.

🔪She practiced self-defense for 2 years, but what she liked most was practicing the use of a saber.

🔪In reference to that, she has a katana.

🔪She has a tough character, but she's also sentimental.

🔪She doesn't know how to lie either XD.

🔪She is more likely to attack someone out of self-defense or in case someone bothers her.

🔪She doesn't know how to drive a car.

🔪She gets frustrated very easily if a situation gets complicated.

🔪She has a forceful explosive disorder.

Wally darling:

🍎He knows perfectly well about the Eden regime, so he infiltrated it and was hired to make a puppet show for children.

🍎Secretly, he plans to overthrow Eden.

🍎His reason? He knows that they send children to war and he wants to prevent it.

🍎He has a cult along with his other comrades, such as an Anti-Eden and Home cult.

🍎He has a look that penetrates the soul.

🍎His height remains the same as the canonical one, about 12 blocks high.

🍎He's surprisingly intimidating, despite his adorable appearance.

🍎Another canon thing that he will keep is that he eats with his eyes.

🍎This fact that is related to the previous one is that they can burst anything with their eyes apart from food, be it objects or even some part of your body.

🍎Although he lives in Eden, he lives almost on the outskirts of it with his group of friends.

🍎The DOES know how to lie.

🍎His attitude and monotonous voice usually make the people around him uncomfortable.

Pomni:

My reason why she is here is very stupid and I don't know why I find it so funny since I put Pomni just for this image:

This pic is so random but anyway, I use my strange imagination, but hey, let's continue:

-Just to be clear, that didn't happen, but for some reason it seemed like a good idea to include it with a traumatic context.

🎈Pomni has lived in Eden all her life.

🎈She watched the Rayman show when she was a kid, but she never became a "Rayman girl."

🎈By the time she became an adult, she worked for a circus, but her salary was low and she couldn't leave the place, also, the treatment towards her employees was shit, so Pomni hated that place and little by little she became crazy.

🎈She met Ragatha in that same circus and she was the only person he trusted.

🎈After a while, she became Ragatha's girlfriend.

🎈She doesn't like to be touched without her consent.

🎈The reason she became a fugitive is because she burned down the entire circus, and she and the other members separated to continue with their lives.

🎈She is very shy and paranoid, perhaps the paranoia is more notable since she is never off guard in case someone finds her and Ragatha.

🎈Use a giant mallet to defend herself.

🎈A canon fact that will remain is that she DOES NOT know how to cook.

🎈Pro in math x2.

🎈Another one who has no filter to speak.

🎈She likes seafood, especially salmon.

Ragatha:

The image is not mine.

❤Ragatha lived in Roanoke, Virginia since she was created, but later moved to Eden to look for a job.

❤She ended up working in the same circus as Pomni, that's where he met her and fell in love with her.

❤She participated in the circus fire and decided to make a life with Pomni.

❤A canon fact that will remain is that she's afraid of centipedes.

❤Ragatha is the only one who knows how to cook.

❤She hates drawing because she finds it complicated and tedious.

❤100% optimistic

❤She has a fantasy of riding a horse and riding through a quiet meadow outside of Eden's regime.

❤She's worried about Pomni's paranoia and always tells her that she shouldn't worry so much.

❤Another fact that will remain is that she plays the cello, that relaxes her.

❤Uses a butcher knife to defend herself.

So this is pt.1 AND for S1

See ya :)

#shane acker's 9 #captain laserhawk #bullfrog #rayfrog #rayman #fugitives au

[thedawningofthehour]

You remember a few days ago you responded to that post about Donnie being a separate entity from Galois.

Well, you know about OK K.O? that cartoon created by Rebecca Sugar's husband that was unfairly cancelled because CN executives neglect almost everything but TTG? Well (SPOILERS) One of the most important plot points of the series is that the protagonist develops an alternate personality which embodies all the characteristics he doesn't like about himself, but which at the same time is, like, way more powerful than he is. Anyway, at one point the alternate personality takes over and the protagonist becomes a prisoner in his own body, TL:DR at the end the two personalities make peace and merge in a nice metaphor of self-acceptance.

I swear as I was reading I was imagining Galois and Donnie in a similar situation, K.O and T.K.O are the same person, as are Donnie and Galois, except the last ones have different memories. I don't think Donnie would hate Galois, at least not genuinely, but he couldn't help but have negative feelings towards him either, Donnie knows it's not Gale's fault, but the frustration combined with the helplessness, as this version of himself take control of his life and swallow all those lies... I wouldn't put it past Donnie to get to a point where he might hurt Galois just to get to Draxum.

(As I was writing this I realized that the person who helps create the alternate personality of the protagonist in Ok ko is also his father, who also happens to be a scientist specializing in biology, WHO ALSO happens to be Gay, well, bisexual).

Cartoon must have a deal with DC or something to constantly shove TTG down everyone's throat because I have never met anyone who actually thought it was a good show. Even kids in its target age range are at most 'meh' about it. It's just bizarre otherwise.

And you know, I find it real ballsy of them to try and recapture the success and acclaim of the original Teen Titans when they fucking cancelled the first series over a toy deal. It would be like Nick trying to put out a shitty chibi version of Rise in 2030 and whining because no one wanted to watch it. Let people make good shows, coward.

Ah, I haven't actually seen it, but that description does remind me of another character. But mine's kind of like

...Yeah. This is Dog or God, depending on which personality is in charge. He's not a zombie, he's a super mutant (a nightkin, but explaining the difference would involve explaining the plot of Fallout 1) and he's not supposed to look like that.

Dog is the slave of this asshole named Elijah, small-minded and suffers from violent outbursts and ravenous hunger. God is his voice of reason and restraint. Which doesn't mean he's on your side-if anything, God is much more difficult to work with because he actively antagonizes you. He sees Dog as a little brother he needs to protect, while Dog thinks of God as an intrusive voice in his head. All those scars are from Dog mutilating himself, even going so far as to shove his arm into a bear trap to keep the voice at bay.

It's never stated which identity was the original. Elijah thinks Dog is a second gen super mutant, who are intentionally made stupid (for lack of a better word) during the mutation process to make them more obedient soldiers, but God proves himself to be first generation, who generally have human intelligence. Yet nightkin are almost universally mentally disturbed as a result of their mutation and stealth radiation exposure, and super mutants are often shown to have voracious appetites and eat humans. His big finale takes place with Dog trying to kill himself and God frantically trying to save him, and you can either kill him, bury one of the consciousnesses, or reunite them and let him figure out for himself who he is.

...Looking at all that, it looks more like Tigerclaw if Tigerclaw had a split personality disorder.

But in general, Galois is not a split personality nor a separate consciousness from Donnie. He's just Donnie. He remembers things different and yes that's changed him a little, but Leo and all the other characters aren't the same people they were at the beginning either. It would be a lot easier if Galois was just some other guy living inside his head, but nope. It's all been Donnie.

#this is long and most of it had nothing to do with what you're talking about #apologies i'm writing a fight scene and they're very difficult for me #doth asks

[dirtytransmasc]

I agree with your take on Spider. Like no one shits on kids with absent fathers who still desperately crave a relationship or connection with them, and that's what it is with Spider and Quaritch. (+ all the other stuff)

Like the Sully kids refer to Spider as their brother, but it really isn't till the end that we really see Jake refer to Spider as his son, and it's clear that Neytiri doesn't view Spider as her kid. Spider actively hides from Neytiri in that one scene, it's clear that he thinks that Neytiri would go after him in that moment, and Jake does refer to Spider as a 'stray cat' in the beginning. We also can't forget that no once did either Jake or Neytiri really ever mention going back for Spider or try to actively rescue him once they find out that Spider is traveling with Quaritch.

It's also clear that none of the scientists that remained on Pandora ever really became any sort of real parental figure for Spider. They took care of them, yes, but they seem to do it out of a sense of responsibility since they can't send him back to Earth.

I really don't blame Spider for saving Quaritch, he's a kid that confronted with leaving his father to die and this is after Quaritch showed that he actually cared about Spider and viewed him as a son. (Letting Kiri go to stop Neytiri.)

exactly.

I can say as a kid with more then one shitty father figure, I would have probably done the same, no matter the circumstance. spider reacted on a childish impulse to save his father, to save the man who showed him mercy, who was kind to him, who saved his life.

I don't blame neytiri for her feelings towards spider, he is a physical reminder of all the pain she went through and u til what happened with Kiri there's no sign she was every anything more then indifferent to his face (behind closed doors is another story, but she did him the decency of avoiding rather then actively hating) but she played a huge role in how he reacted to quaritch, how desperate he was for connection for love and parental attention. I have a little less sympathy for Jake, he knew what it was like to be human in a na'vi world, he knew what it was like to be different (even human Jake knew that, knew it very well, spider is a human in a world not built for him, by definition, spider was disabled and Jake did little actually aid him). spider was strung between worlds, families, morals, and decisions no child should have to pick between. I say he did his damn best to try and please everyone and himself.

I also think people have to take into consideration, he never grew cold. that boy was faced with social isolation, losing his parents, being abused (by human quaritch as a little kid and then later again in life he was more emotionally used and abused by most of the people around him), neglect, being tortured, seeing his father hurt the na'vi and the tulkans, losing a brother, almost being killed by neytiri, and more (I feel like I'm leaving something out, but I can't remember it) and never once does he grow cold. he feels so much every time, has so much empathy, feels so much guilt and compassion. yet he never turns to violence, he is one of few characters who avoids bloodshed (he fucked up helping quaritch, and you can feel his guilt when he realizes what he's allowed to happen.) unless it's to protect his family (he's the last to put down his bow during the kidnapping) and even then it always feels like more of a bluff and front, like his raising his hackles and bristling up in defense. I think him saving quaritch shows he is more then capable of mercy and empathy, but also that he is the most capable of forgiveness and accepting change which will be important as this story continues (listen, ai know it's unlikely, but I'm rooting for the whole, quaritch connecting with eywa and reaching some sort of enlightenment and getting redeemed plotline, cause I like sappy shit like that) cause having someone so willing to forgive, to be hopeful that people can change to be the bridge between the sully family and whoever's to come is vital, cause the Sully's are only going to get colder as they lose more and more. they need that hopeful innocence to keep them a float.

#spider soccoro #miles spider soccoro #spider avatar #avatar spider #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 spoilers #he's just my little guy

[babbyrat-art]

I’d love to learn more about tala trace and Aaron they seem SO cool and also your art is absolutely STUNNING

Hi!!! I know you read/rb'd the info dump i did after sending this but I do have more about the Triplets/Keane family and I'm happy to share!!!

First of all - their story, again, started over a decade ago with two friends who I'm no longer in regular contact with, and a couple years after their creation i merged them with another friend's character to build off of! So their OG backstory got mixed up and muddled together into something incomprehensible due to me a) not fully remembering the original RP story line (we were 12 it wasn't good) and b) not having access to/remember all the og people's characters who were involved ASKJDH

This is a quick breakdown of the Keane Family Tree!! The Keane Fam/Pack is one of 3 packs that live in the area (a fictional town called St. Dennis and a few adjacent counties in the fictional state of Vermont :3)

I made this very quickly in Mila note so I'm sorry if its shitty AKJSDH

Please feel free to ask me to elaborate more on parts that I might miss because I'm very scatter brained!!! Im just gonna TYPE

Their story is very... slice of life, I guess? The curren RP just follows their lives and relationships pretty closely, and how the triplets grow as people and come away from trauma very differently.

Tala is the first to blossom but again I don't think she'll ever lose her spark of anger that she holds very tight and close to her chest. She's a very protective person and takes on a leadership role amidst her family (i hate calling her an alpha it feels wierd ASJDH- shes just... a matriarch?).

Her and Travis were best friends in highschool, tended to ditch class and smoke up, platonic ideal of friendship supported each other in the way most 15 year olds who bottle up their emotions do. Travis had ALWAYS had a huge crush on Aaron and essentially followed him around until he finally accepted he wasn't going anywhere (Travis is also "adopted" by their uncle, James, around the time their relationship solidifies!! He asks to be turned to feel "officially" a part of the family and Aaron isn't able to do it, so Tala does).

Travis' other bestfriend, Beck, meets/gets closer to Tala accidentally after a Halloween party in their senior year and things move very quickly for them (they get pregnant with the twins at 20 if im remembering correctly askjdh).

Having kids both made Tala better and worse? She's fiercly protective but also made her a lot more... grounded? Like she started taking shit and her responsibility in the family far more seriously, especially when Beck is turned? (A decision he made due to not wanting to be The Only Human there (also raising werewolf babies as a human??? sounds like hell))

Aaron blossoms more when he and Travis enter a relationship - he started hormone therapy around the same time (15-16) which ALSO helped a fuck ton. He's very closed off and aggressive and prefers to keep people at a healthy distance on the off chance he gets hurt or hurts someone (despite... hurting people in doing so). He also is the only one in his family who views lycanthropy as a curse? Its one of the reasons he couldn't bring himself to turn Travis himself. ALL he wants is to feel understood and be "normal" but knows that'll... never happen?

It takes a long time for him to feel more comfortable with himself, and Travis' unending support is one of the reasons he's able to do that. Eventually they move out together and meet a bartender named Micah that they learn is a little down on his luck and needs a place to stay so offer him their spare room. Micah and Aaron are very similar in keeping people at a distance, so it takes some TIME before he accepts that they both genuinely like him. Happy little polycule <3

TRACE takes the longest. He's autistic and struggles to feel safe and accepted and his growth comes MUCH later in the story. They live at home for a majority of their teens and early adulthood and take up the quiet task of babysitting when they're needed but don't really like being around Tala (and Beck, by proxy, despite him being SO sweet and king hearted).

Trace focus' a lot on Charlie when he's younger because he's a very anxious kid - and once Charlie starts school and meets another little werewolf named Percy (a part of another pack i'll post eventually akjsdh), Trace is tasked with watching the both of them. That's how they meet Ansel (Percy's "uncle"/pack mate)!!

Still figuring a lot out on their journey but Ansel is the safest person in Trace's life next to Micah (who he formed a crush on upon meeting for the first time, but didn't quite understand thats what they were feeling, and just enjoyed his company greatly (they're both autistic and remain very close)).

SDFKSDFJH THERES a lot that happens rp wise that has been going on continuously for years i can't possibly summarise but I'll go grab some of my fav snippets and also some older art <3

theres like 300k+ words scattered between multiple rps that i have saved - theres a ton that got lost in the skype migration aSKDJH I was gonna read through them all to find my fav snippets but heres just a few?

and some old art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The top three ofthe riplet's og designs!!!

then a drawing of Tala and Show - and finally an old icon for Travis!!!!!

#ask bo #ocs.txt #keane family #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK I LOVE GOING SICKO MODE AND INFO DUMPING SO MUCH #its nice to focus on theses guys again its been so long

[henry-blake-offishial]

The thing is, while Amanda at least tries to fit in, with her yoga classes and kale juice and attempted centeredness, Michael never really tried, although it most likely was his idea to move to LS in the first place. He comes here, and he doesn't know what to do with himself anymore, and ruins his family's attempts to try to make something out the situation with his sarcasm and overall shitty mood. Did he find himself a new occupation? Did he find a hobby? Did he make friends? No. Los Santos is just another item on his "chase things, get 'em, hate' em" bucket list. He was used to being restless and motivated and needed, and his new life had not only slowed him down, but stopped him entirely. As if he never knew that this wasn't what he wanted. He said he did it for his family but never was it implied once during the game that his family was ever in real danger. But he was. He didn't stop the gang from engaging and planning in increasingly dangerous heists. He probably embraced it. And he's seen so much and done so much, realised what kind of a human being he was, and he didn't want to accept that, so he needed to get out, but not for the sake of his family, but for himself. He hurt and robbed and killed and hurt and robbed and killed to the point it was impossible to convince himself that he was "the good guy", he strayed further away from this perfect movie hero persona he told himself (and probably everyone else) he was - and they just spiraled downwards, the bigger the takings, the more further down they went, into lunacy, into madness. And while Trevor embraced it, Michael couldn't. He always tried to avoid casualties, being the "good guy" he claims to be, but soon enough it was impossible to avoid collateral damage, not with Trevor and Brad around, and he told himself they were monsters and psychos while he wasn't one, no matter what literally every person who knows him says about him. He can't and won't accept that he made everyone's lives worse, and no matter how hard he tries to patch up the relationships with the people close to him, the people he loves, after finally realising that he is the reason for everyone's downfall and not Trevor, it's gonna haunt him for the rest of his life.

#I love him dearly in case that wasn't clear #I love how much he hates himself #I definitely can understand Trevor on that take haha #But do I have sympathy with the guy? No #michael de santa #gta v

[sincerelyandyourstruly]

on duty, sin, & recompense

what is a sin is defined by that religion’s scriptures, which are ostensibly the Word of God. therefore, it follows that what is and isn’t a sin is flexible depending on the context and religion, and technically, if your god tells you you have not sinned, then you have not sinned by the Word of God.

it is rather human, then, to arrogate oneself to reject the Word of God and insist upon one’s alleged sin, for humans are, by their nature, imperfect.

xiao is not a sinner, not in venti’s eyes. even in his youth of stealing dreams, he was himself a victim and not a violator, as he lacked the freedom, the autonomy, to choose.

i think xiao likes contracts because they gave his life structure and direction. he came out of a very overwhelming situation when he signed his contract — how does he live with himself now that it’s in his hands? there is so much he needs to atone for — i think he might have killed himself (or at the very least let himself die) had zhongli basically not said, “here’s what you can do to improve this shitty world you helped make.”

and that’s why he struggles to give up his duty to this day in canon— he’s served for over 2,000 years, but that’s a mere two hundred lifetimes out of the presumably hundreds or even thousands more he stole. it’s not until he feels like he’s paid enough back that he can put down his spear and have his life be his own again. debt forgiveness is simply not a thing to him.

as the last remaining yaksha, xiao feels like he must carry on and honor the legacy of his elder siblings. in order to do that, he must act in a way that would make them look good? competent? while compensating for their absence at the same time. but their absence also gives him this sense of futility. he will meet his end sooner or later, but his desire to maintain their legacy, as someone who fought until the end, motivates him to both live and die. live to his death, i suppose.

he feels trapped by his own life, a butterfly fluttering helplessly inside a glass jar.

or perhaps it’s less that his life is the butterfly, but his duty, the butterfly; his life, the jar. his life is not enough for what his duty demands, for his sins to be paid fairly, but he will hold on to what he has until he collapses because it’s all he believes he can do.

why do we fight for things to be fair, for debts to be paid? how do we justify our own cultural values? xiao fights for the safety, protection, and prosperity of liyue and its people, because he doesn’t want them to suffer under his hand again, suffer as he had before he had them to take care of. because he feels he is not enough, for his past actions have made him lesser.

there's a particular imagery i like to imagine liyue characters feel very strongly as a result of their cultural upbringing around "contracts". in it, one's heart is placed on one end of a brass scale, while every action of worth one has done is placed on another. ideally, these things will at the very least balance out, and you will have lived a good life, one that made you worth keeping around.

xiao feels as if his sins (time under the evil god → contract w/zhongli) are on the heavy side of a literally broken scale, so that no matter how much he tries to tithe, the other pan never rises. to have something nice would simply be adding to the wrong side, for relief is the opposite of what he owes, and he will simply have to pay that back twice over later as a result.

venti relates to the struggle of legacy, obviously, and sees xiao’s futile struggle against his fate motivated by that, and is reminded of why he refuses to give in to the powers of celestia, even though he knows that, like xiao, he will either die holding on to his values/ideals or be forced to accept unfair actions to keep going. the difference btwn them, ofc, is that venti thinks xiao to be a man more sinned against than sinner himself.

#xiaoven #2 #3 #4 #5 #suicide mention #y'know. to be polite abt my essays and the subject matters they touch on. #gi #xvn #this is actually modified slightly from the version that exists on my neocities to facilitate its new context

[drippingheart]

── ❛ He . . . He's dead. ❜

The night of mission at the detention centre and even the day after was a blur. A blur of his perception of time just as the literal blur marring his vision; eyes fighting the cloud of melancholy threatening to downpour like the rainy season. It had been Fushiguro Megumi who failed to trick Sukuna. Megumi who watched Itadori Yuuji's heart being ripped out. He who wanted to disintegrate in the rain with the ease his shikigami dissolved into the shadows. Why couldn't the worst outcome of the mission been losing shiro? It almost felt like cosmic karma momentarily mourning the death of a shikigami he treated more like a companion than a weapon.

A special grade curse was dismantled solely by Yuuji's hand and at what cost? Just as Megumi could not erase the sight of the hole in Yuuji's chest, he could not erase the horrid nausea and chill rippling through his body as he had to carry his friend's corpse. Kugisaki Nobara and he escaped with their lives, a little worse for wear, but at what cost? Sukuna had been disgustingly smug, too; why couldn't the king of curses pummel him to the ground until he lost conscious ... until he lost his memory.

Another thing he did not recall was the entire trip to Jujutsu Tech nor releasing the death grip on Yuuji's wet and cooling body. Someone must have. Someone must have also guided Megumi to Ieri-san where his wounds were selfishly tended to, meanwhile there was no curing Yuuji. Why had the trio of first years been dispatched to exorcise a special grade curse? Why did the children fight? Why ... Why ...

WHY — why everything.

Fushiguro Megumi was no stranger to tragedy; life wrought in death and abandonment even before his technique surfaced. HIs father being a phantom in his life held less weight than the death of a both he barely knew. A boy, of course, who was doomed to death because Megumi was too weak to keep Sukuna's finger from being consumed. Megumi had accepted it; a bold lie which became easier to swallow each day despite facing the warmth which was Itadori's brilliance.

The King of Curses was not required to fill his head with demons ... they dominated his psyche on their own. He was plagued just as Megumi himself was a plague; his life contaminated and toxic to those around him. Jujutsu sorcerers were not supposed to display their depression. Be it seven or forty, sorcerers were weapons to kill and ultimately be killed. Like his shikigami, Megumi's tears were kept to the shadows.

Two days after the fateful night at the detention centre, the onyx haired youth emerged from his room with the excuse of requiring solitude to heal his wounds. What he needed was clean air ... and food. As soon as the plain rice touched his lips, a new wave of sickness coiled in his belly, and the onigri was abandoned to take fresh air outside. The school never felt so dismal as it did then, not even compared to when he was the sole first year. HIs solitude had been just that. Now he felt a genuine loneliness that kuro, his last remaining divine dog, could not dismantle.

What were his senpais doing? What was ... Kugisaki @strawdxll doing? Megumi was not normal. HIs sister, the most normal relationship he had, was doomed and comatose. Knowing not how to interact like a healthy human being, the teen dared not approach the woman. It made him feel shitty. One heap of shit piled on another without mercy. The storm clouds hanging over his head must have been perceptible from a kilometre away. One dimension of his guilt subsided with gentle footfalls approaching.

── ❛ Hey... ❜

#𝟬𝟖 chimera shadow garden . #strawdxll

[moonlayl]

Rant

I know it’s not healthy but I’m actually really struggling not to let rage consume me. Like I’m shaking right now.

On one hand you have Zionists, who literally either a) outright deny Israel’s war crimes b) question the validity of Palestinian sources and deaths (despite there being fcking proof) or c) justify what Israel is doing and parrot around the bullshit arguments you see everywhere that don’t really make sense, and that you can’t even discuss because there’s nothing to say

And then on the other hand, you have people who are against what Israel is doing but seem to think a ceasefire is the ultimate goal or that everything will be fine afterwards (???) and are opposed to actually changing the status quo and actually liberating the Palestinian people. It’s like “yeahhhh! Israel shouldn’t bomb Palestinians the way they are, butttt Israel itself isn’t the problem, Netanyahu is!” Like shut the fuck up, the entire system is built on oppressing Palestinians.

You do not support Palestinians right to live, exist, be free, and have their rights if you don’t support a complete change of what Israel is, and if you don’t support the liberation of Palestine.

And don’t even get me started on the “support Palestine!!!! But not resistance 🤪”

“Israel shouldn’t be carpet bombing but also they DO have the right to defend themselves” defend themselves from WHAT? The people they’re occupying?? Do Palestinians not have a right to defend themselves from those oppressing them?

Wtf is even the point of your “support” at this point??

And then on a third hand (I’m too tired to word this better) you have the pro Palestinian crowd, who aren’t stupid or evil (for lack of a better term) or naive like the ppl I described above, who do support Palestinian liberation, yet at the same time stand against the liberation of other people, specifically other Arabs.

HOW???

I just had this pro Palestinian person literally tell me that Syrians should accept their oppression under Bashar Al Assad and shut up about it because they’ll never be able to fight it and they don’t deserve to be failed or to be free. They were literally mocking the millions displaced and killed in Syria. How the fuck do you champion yourself as someone who cares for human rights and stands for humanitarian issues, yet not allow that to extend to Syrians? Or Yeminis? Or Egyptians? Or Libyans? Or Lebanese people? Or literally everyone else??

Like what is wrong with the Arab شعوب that makes them so uncaring, so hypocritical, and so shitty?

I don’t understand.

The amount of pro Palestinian people either bootlicking the shit out of Assad or Sisi or whatever, like has everyone collectively lost their damn minds?

How do you fight for one group of oppressed ppl but be happy about another group being oppressed just because you personally don’t like that country?? There’s so much discrimination and it’s so frustrating to witness.

Why do our communities have to fight over who’s deserving of freedom or whatever, when the answer is, we all are, and every country that’s being oppressed by another or its own government, deserves to be free and liberated?

I have zero respect for those who try to belittle what Bashar Al Assad did or who praise/defend him to any capacity.

And I understand it’s probably better for me to take a step back or just not engage or whatever, for my own mental health, but at the same time, the rage at people’s cruelty, people’s disregard for human life, and the no jistixe occurring everywhere in the world, don’t be calmed and so t go away if I ignore it.

That anger is still gonna be present. How do you “positivity!!! Mental health!!” Your way out of literal oppression, war crimes, and injustice??

I don’t even know anymore. I’m gonna keep trying to share news/resources etc… even though I’ve been lacking for the last little while.

[ogdoadfates]

College au Vaxleth shenanigans, don’t ask what spurred this in my mind because even I don’t know.

Vax drew patterns onto Keyleth’s arm as she lightly dozed with her head on his chest, their legs intertwined and resting above the covers. 

The only sounds he hears is the rain from outside, the occasional creak of the apartment and their breathing. It's a sweet lullaby that he knows he’ll never tire of and though it almost lulls him to sleep he keeps his eyes open and looking upon his lover's serene face.

He’s had an ever present smile for he doesn’t even know how long now and gods isn’t that a shock, he never knew he could be this relaxed, this happy. And yet here he is laying down with the human embodiment of the sun wrapped around him. 

Vax didn’t expect the night to go the way it did but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. She always finds ways to surprise him and he damn wishes that never ends.

He remembers when he and Vex first met Keyleth. They’d just gotten out of classes when Vex had noticed there was a tear in her backpack and she was missing one of her textbooks, an expensive one at that. But before the twins could panic Keyleth had caught up with them and gave Vex her book back. Apparently she just got out of class as well and from across the street had seen the book fall.

Neither of the twins could have expected what that meeting would cause. They have a family now, an actual family filled with people who care about them and each other. After countlessly being told that they are worthless good for nothing bastards for the majority of their lives to being loved and cherished by this group of wondrous people. It gives Vax whiplash each time he thinks about it and now. Now he is dating the very person who changed his and his sister’s lives for the better, fuck it she GAVE them a life. 

Him and his sister would have never known the acceptance of a father like figure if she and Percy hadn’t invited them to go to her home town, as much as Vax doesn’t get along with him at times Vex found and got Percy a man who’ll actually treat her right and not like some inconsequential side piece, and for him? She chased away the shadows that threatened to consume him, all the bad deeds he’s done to help him and his sister survive haunt him but her light shines through and grabs him by his heartstrings to tell him time and time again that he’s a good person. That he deserves kindness, that he deserves love.

It takes him a moment to process that he's crying and he can’t help but laugh at the pure absurdity of the cards of fate he’s been played. Here he is laying on his bed in his and his twins shitty apartment with this amazing life changing woman, whose heart has accepted everything that he is and ever will be, who overcame her own fears to finally allow herself to be loved and express a love she’s never been able to do before.

 Unfortunately with his laughter comes Keyleth’s rise to consciousness, she blearily blinks her eyes trying to rid them of sleep. Looking at him tiredly at first then with worry as she notices his tears.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He tells her, causing her to blush with a soft smile, shaking her head a little while silently chuckling before looking back at him with an adoring gaze.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” She says softly, taking her hands and thumbing away his tears, lovingly staring into his eyes. Vax reaches up and cups one of her hands, leaning forward and giving her a brief soft loving kiss before leaning his forehead against hers.

They stay like that for a while, breathing in each other's air and looking into one another's eyes. Vax smirks and shifts them suddenly to where he’s on top of her, their gaze still locked on each other as Keyleth’s blush spreads from the tip of her ears to her chest. He interlocks their hands, letting them rest on either side of her head. He leans forward, kissing her, afterwards leaning back just a smidge.

“I love you.” He pours his soul and very being into those simple three words. Keyleth stares up at him with love and awe.

“I love you too, Vax.” She says barely above a whisper. 

Vax knows this night will never leave his memory for as long as he lives and he’s never been so content with that notion before. He’ll forever love this kind and compassionate wildfire of a woman.

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