#so in a fit of delusion I decided what if I just post it then I can stop feeling like I need to finish it and move on

[nuclearanomaly]

Do you take returns?

What if I went insane an posted old writing just because [Modern | Bookshop AU. | wc 1695 ]

The bell above the door tinkled softly, just loud enough to be heard over the quiet murmur of the radio drifting through the small used bookstore. From the back of the shop Ninira couldn’t see the door or the potential customer who entered, despite the fact that she was currently poised atop a stepladder. The filled shelves and other haphazard stacks of books created a series of walls between her and the store’s entrance. 

“Good afternoon!” She called blindly, heaving a particularly hefty book into its new place on the shelf. She’d been organizing all day, though that wasn’t anything new. Since taking ownership of the shop she’d been organizing it. Slowly making her way through the mountains of books and attempting to place them in a semblance of order, something that customers could, at the very least, browse without confusion. It had turned out to be a monumental task, but it at least kept her busy since the customers that came to her small used book store were few and far between. 

“Afternoon.” The reply that came was smooth, refined, and unlike anything she’d heard in her shop before. She knew the usual customers, the grunts of old men, the cooing voices elderly women, and the ramblings of the regulars; this was none of them. Cautiously, and curiously, she climbed down from her stool and crept towards the front of the store. 

The voice belonged to a man. Even with his back half to her, and she only just peeking out from behind one of the store shelves, she was sure that he was perhaps one of the most stunning men she’d ever seen. He was undoubtedly the most beautiful man that had ever set foot inside her dusty little store. She watched as he browsed one of the bookshelves casually, hands clasped behind his back, his raven hair catching in the late afternoon sun that was just starting to shine in through the front window. He radiated refinement from his posture to his clothes and Ninira’s initial feelings of awe were slowly replaced with suspicion. He looked as though he could afford the whole store, what need would he have for a dusty used novel. 

He may be the prettiest but he was not the first of his type to enter her store. Usually they were sleazier than him. Sauntering in and trying to bully a price out of her for the shop on the up and coming street. Prime real estate they called it. Not for sale was what she called it. 

Ducking back behind the shelf she took a breath, preparing herself for the roundabout conversations that were to come, before stepping out beside the front desk. “Are you looking for something in particular today?” She asked in her best customer service voice. 

The man turned his gaze drifting down to her and his eyes a shocking blue. He smiled warmly and Ninira once again had to firmly remind herself that there was no way this man had any good intentions.

“Browsing mostly, though perhaps you can help me… I’m looking for a gift for a friend.”

Ninira blinked. That was the last thing she had expected. Was he in fact genuine? “O—oh, of course!” She fumbled, suddenly aware, under his gaze, that the last lot of books she had been sorting had left large dusty streaks on her shirt. She hastily brushed at them. “What kind of book were you looking for?” 

He gave his chin a thoughtful tap, “they’re… an artist so to speak, so something along those lines.” 

“I have a display of art books in the front currently, if you would like to look at those.” She hesitated before adding, “they’re probably the nicest ones I have in stock at the moment.” It was the truth, they were fine collections of traditional Hingan art, yet she was reluctant to sell them. For very foolish reasons since her display had not enticed the buyer she had hoped for despite having it set up in the front window for a couple weeks now.

Her customer’s smile deepened to something akin to a smirk. “No... I saw those and don’t think they’ll suit his tastes. Do you have anything different?”

Ninira’s suspicions returned. He was amused by her offer? She frowned slightly, hoping it looked more contemplative than annoyed. He was playing her after all... He’d buy a book in good faith; or more likely watch as she struggled and failed to find the perfect book. Then make some comment about how she should give up on the store. Well he could try. 

Ninira turned and started down one of the cluttered aisles. “The other art books are back here.” Fortunately she hadn’t moved them much since she’d dug through them all to make the window display.

She weaved her way around haphazard stacks, books unable to fit on the already full shelves before stopping beside an overflowing shelf, and an open box filled with excess books. “Here…” she gestured to the box, “sorry for the mess.”

He smiled that warm smile and knelt to look through the box. “It seems like you’re in the process of moving things around here.” 

“Yes. I’m trying to have less of this.” She gestured to the general clutter surrounding them, unsure why she was telling this in the first place. “And more something that someone could navigate on their own.”

“A wise idea for a business. Do you not have help?” 

Ninira sensed the warning flags once more. “No… But I make do.”

“That’s a big job to tackle alone— ah.”

Ninira watched, baffled, as he pulled a book titled How to Draw Action Anime and Manga from the depths of the box. His devious smirk returned as he held it up. “Perfect.”

It dawned on Ninira that perhaps the person he was plotting against was the recipient of this book rather than her. She felt some tension lift from her shoulders. “Are you sure?” She asked politely. 

“Positive.” He started to rise but paused and looked at her. “Though... do take returns?”

Ninira nodded.

“Wonderful! It’s just… he might already own this one, you know?”

—

“What the actual fuck is this?”

Estinien stared at the book that had been unceremoniously dropped into his lap mere moments before. The wide eyed spiky haired abomination on the cover stared back.

“A book on Hingan art.” Aymeric was unable to keep the smug amusement out of his voice as he took a seat. Estinien’s apartment was already cramped but he’d managed to squeeze in a chair alongside the couch, coffee table, and entertainment unit that occupied his living room. Aymeric sat in the armchair now, an infuriatingly pleased look on his face. “Just like you asked.”

“I asked for the book on traditional art that was in the window!” Estinen snarled from his own spot on the couch, “not this!” He brandished How to Draw Action Anime and Manga angrily at his friend.

“Ah, the one in the window. I apologize, I didn’t see that one.” Aymeric’s face cracked into a grin. The bastard. He knew full well about the book sitting in the bookstore’s window. Estinien had been eyeing it for a while now and despite the fact that the aforementioned bookstore was directly across the road from his soon to be tattoo parlor he’d yet to venture inside. Too busy he’d told himself. If he was at his shop it was to work on the renovations needed to get the place open. After all, he had a schedule to keep and no time to waste browsing a bookstore. It had absolutely nothing to do with how cute the store owner was and the prospect of having to talk to her.

“You’re taking this back.” Estinen tossed the book at his friend. 

Aymeric deftly caught the book before tossing it back across Estinien’s living room. “Unfortunately I’m terribly busy, much too busy to return your book. Besides,” he folded his arms. “It’s a gift! Quite rude of you to demand that I return it. If you don’t like it, the receipt is inside, you may return it. Or exchange it, whichever you prefer.”

Estinien opened his mouth to argue but Aymeric continued. “Don’t give me you’re too busy with the shop spiel again. It’s directly across the road. Perhaps you could use some of the precious time you spend looking through the front window at the store to go over there instead?” 

Estinien scowled. 

“I’ve done you a favour! You have a reason to go now, not that you didn’t already. You go in, exchange the book your horrible friend bought you. Maybe ask the cute owner if she’d like some help moving some of the books around? She looks like she could use a hand in there. Take her out for a coffee afterwards?” Aymeric’s smile grew as the flush crept up Estinien’s face.

He rose, discarding the art book onto the coffee table as he made his way to the kitchen and wrenched open the fridge. The line of beer cans stood waiting on the top shelf and he grabbed one, cracking it open and taking a long drink. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

From the other room Aymeric sighed. “Of course you don’t…” 

Estinien returned to the living room, tossing Aymeric his own beer before slouching onto the sofa. He was only slightly disappointed that Aymeric didn’t open the can immediately and cover himself in a shower of beer—he had given the can a few extra shakes just in case. Aymeric of course had the foresight to set the can aside, the bastard. 

“Well if you do nothing I do hope that, for your future clients sake, you decide to put up some blinds. I wouldn’t want you tattooing my arm only to be distracted when your neighbour across the street slips out for her lunch.”

Estinien took an angry sip of his drink. “I’m not going to get distracted.”

“Hm, evidence proves otherwise.” Aymeric retorted, finally tempting fate and opening his own drink. He did not get sprayed much to Estinien’s further disappointment.

#ffxiv #Bookshop AU #Ninira Nira #Estinien Varlineau #Aymeric de Borel #trivia time i wrote this AGES ago when I really first started to even think about Bookshop AU #we're talking the most basic of thoughts surrounding this AU #this predates me giving Estinien a band #despite how old this is I still do like it #I love wing man aymeric #I love him being a little shit #he deserves to be a little shit to his best friend at times #this also never got finished because I didn't know where to take it or how to end it #and despite numerous re-reads it has never offered up a conclusion #so it just kind of dwindles and dies #so in a fit of delusion I decided what if I just post it then I can stop feeling like I need to finish it and move on #so here we are #y e e t #writing: mine

[somehow-a-human]

Whose POV is it Anyway?

A Conclusion.

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Okay. Well. That was more intense i'll say than I expected. There is a lot happening with these filters over these 6 episodes and it was a bit more detailed and harder to follow than I had originally expected but we got through it and I have more than a few final thoughts to wrap this up.

For reference & context, I recommend reading these posts:

Whose POV is it Anyway? - Introduction

POV "Your 'Something's Wrong' Voice"

POV a Trip to Hell and a 25 Lazarii Miracle

POV a Companion to Owls

POV The Dirty Donkey & I think I Found a *Clue*!

POV Bodysnatchers & Cosplaying a bookseller

POV 1941

POV The Ball

POV The End?

Lens Filters

Shall we conclude?

So, if you remember back to my originally introductory post for this series, the thing that kicked off this entire analysis was a bit of commentary made by the cinematographer Gavin Finney in this article.

Finney Describes the Bronze Glimmerglass filter as being used for "bookshop scenes", the Black Pro Mist filter for "Hell", and Black Diffusion FX for "Crowley's Present Day Storyline". I still hate that wording.

Something in that zinged my brain just right and I launched into research about the cameras and these specific lens filters. Give that post a read seriously or none of this will make much sense. ANYWAY.

What I had decided for writing these posts, since we had two main characters, was that I was going to apply the Bronze Glimmerglass (BGG) filter to Aziraphale's POV, since it was mentioned it's applied to bookshop scenes and he's always there anyway, and the Black Diffusion FX (BDFX) filter to Crowley's POV, since well, that's what they said it is kinda.

Do I think it is as simple as, it is either Crowley or Aziraphale's POV? no.

It was a decent jumping off point though, and it was working really well for the first few episodes but once we got past the halfway mark of the season, the lines started to blur, and I think that is perfectly in line with our story.

The BGG filter is usually applied to scenes in the bookshop, featuring Aziraphale, or the record shop, sometimes the coffee shop when Maggie is being lovesick over Nina. We even see it in heaven during the Job minisode and its on THICK during the Whickber Street Ball. The BGG filter is romantic, idealistic, it's just that a filter. Looking at the world through rose colored glasses! Looking at the world likely how Aziraphale would like to see it.

The BDFX filter is cooler toned, more realistic, it's used in scenes with Shax and Crowley, and often Nina when Maggie isn't around because these characters are pragmatic. They aren't dreamers, they see things for the reality that they are.

Whenever Crowley shows up and says something snarky to Aziraphale to break him out of his fanciful delusions and insults him (affectionate), like the scene at the coffee shop, or the scene at the pub, the filter switches from BGG to BDFX. We're being broken out of the dream, brought back into the colder reality.

I think it makes sense to apply the filters to characters for a lot of the season because their actions fit in their characterization. Aziraphale is daydreamy BGG, Crowley is a realist BDFX. It just works. But then we start to add in the demons attacking The Ball and the offer from the Metatron and everything falls apart. The BGG filter is gone. The dream is gone. We're in cold reality, even in the bookshop where we are usually consistently in a dreamy state.

Even Crowley gets the dreamy effects of the BGG filter and of what-could-be peace & domesticity in the bookshop when Aziraphale is in Edinburgh and he's forced to just hang around and chill with Jim. I'm sure that type of life is all he wants with Aziraphale. Quiet, wearing his cardigan and carrying books around for his love.

I'm glad I wrote my opinions before that C & A were possibly imagining each other in the Edinburgh POV chapter so that theory can exist on the internet somewhere but I think this is more likely the case. The filters are more likely indicating to us what the wants dreams and desires of the characters are compared to the realities they see. What do they choose to see better? Worse?

What does this mean for the Final 15? It's simply reality, and neither of them want it.

I'd like to remind you dear reader that this is one opinion, of which there are many on this website, and plenty of them are worth reading and considering. I don't expect that I'm right. I expect that I'm wrong. In fact, I'll probably write another series of posts next month detailing precisely how everything here is completely backwards to how it ACTUALLY is! Well maybe not. That is to say, if you don't agree with this, that's cool, I might not either tomorrow, but wasn't it entertaining to read?

#good omens #good omens 2 #michael sheen #aziraphale #good omens meta #crowley #david tennant #good omens theories #crowley x aziraphale #good omens clues #ineffable mystery #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #ineffable fandom #good omen season 3 #good omens theory #good omens clue #good omens fandom

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Songs to Listen to While Descending into Madness

Hey, remember when I found Ian's perfect theme song for Sunshine in Hell? Well, I found one that fits Joseph's descent into madness and embracing the personality of Jack. Maybe I should make a playlist specifically for Sunshine in Hell sometime...

Not only does it have this manic energy that switches to disturbing and somber, a lot of the lyrics really give me the vibe of the suffering Joseph went through as he tore away at his very identity to become someone and something else.

When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light? The room I'm in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it No, the only thing that's changed is how I see at night I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish For sunshine when the morning's somewhere else But I can't change what time it is or dilate my irises Only what I look at, and I'm looking at myself I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night Well, who else could I be when I can hardly see? I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I'd never go back? If we can't see each other, then there's no more use for hiding I've decided I'll abide it; why deny the color black? I'm not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator Damn my eyes for seeing what's not there I'll trade in vision for a practiced intuition 'Til my fears come to fruition, I'm not scared I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night Well, who else could I be when I can hardly see? I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between The future must know where you've been The past predicts the state you're in The present did and will not last Is, isn't, was, have, hasn't, has All that I ask is, keep those empty frames If nobody's in them, then no one is to blame For your self-portraits, sign another name Well, who should I be then, if I'll never be the same? I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night Who else could I be, when I can't fucking see? I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night I'm nowhere now, here's no one now to be And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I'll stay awake tonight

It really gives me vibes of the animatic Sauce made where Jack antagonizes Joseph, particularly that high energy of Jack strutting around, being cheerfully scary and threatening. It also reminds me this classic picture of a cheerful Jack and a traumatized dead(?) Joseph.

It even has a sketch updated version you can check out here!

Credit as always goes to the awesome Sauce for their awesome art, characters, and stories. They and the rest of the crew of SnaccPop Studios are a wealth of endless inspiration. Consider joining their patreon, won't you? Just remember - don't repost anything privately posted there!

There's so many lyrics that make me think of Jack's broken mind and the effects of hell had on him. I have to really break it down to show all the different feelings/images that it conjures up, since there is so much here virtually every line.

"When did I become afraid of the dark?" When you were trapped in hell, Joseph. His loneliness was bad while he was alive, but his death made it so, so, so much worse. He's terrified of being alone and forgotten. He can't stand the cold numbness only broken up by pain. It's a night he can never sleep through or wake up from.

"The room I'm in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it. No, the only thing that's changed is how I see at night." It didn't get better. Nothing changed in that hell. It just repeated his death and the delusions of his decaying mind. The only thing that changed was himself into someone else, someone who could better handle the madness.

"I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds and wish, For sunshine when the morning's somewhere else." Joseph struggles desperately somehow, someway to find some sort of light, some hope in hell. Unfortunately, his sunshine Mary is somewhere else, reborn as Alice. All he can do is wish for a miracle.

His sunshine was always like a miracle to him. She found him twice. He prays she'll find him again.

"But I can't change what time it is or dilate my irises, Only what I look at, and I'm looking at myself." Joseph can't change his circumstances. He can't feel anything but cold and pain, no matter how much he struggles. He's helpless.

The only thing Joseph can do is relive his death and look inward into an ever growing abyss that stares back at him. That abyss, that hell is changing him because he can't do anything but stare inward.

Joseph only has himself in this hell, and the longer he stares at himself, the more he hates what he sees.

"I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night." Joseph isn't as good as his sunshine was, in his opinion. He's not even as good as a fraction of her, like the sunlight is reflected on the moon. He doesn't even have a glimmer of her light either.

"I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between." In a way, he is nowhere, trapped between life and death. Joseph/Jack was erased. He became no one.

"When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I'd never go back?" Jack swore never to go back into the tape, never to be Joseph ever again. He's terrified of being alone, and he refuses to ever be alone and forgotten ever again.

"I've decided I'll abide it; why deny the color black?" Joseph gives into his darker impulses, his madness, his yandere side. He'll do anything to be free of this hell, to have his sunshine back.

Even if that means staining his soul irreparably with sin by torturing and killing others to do it.

He'll be damned to hell either way. He knows that from experience.

"Damn my eyes for seeing what's not there." When someone is put through sensory deprivation, they hallucinate, make up alternate personas, and the like. Jack himself was confused at first when the tape was played, asking if MC/Alice really was real, that he wasn't just dreaming.

How many times did Jack imagine someone was really there to save him, only to be disappointed by a cruel reality that he was still trapped in hell?

"I'll trade in vision for a practiced intuition. 'Til my fears come to fruition, I'm not scared." These lines sum up the whole Jack persona. He'll bury himself in that cheerful façade in order to deny his own fears that he'll be trapped in hell forever. He'll lose himself in a dream of his own making since he can never sleep again.

The only way to avoid being scared of an eternity in hell is denial, denial, denial.

"Well, who else could I be when I can hardly see?" He's Jack. He can't see himself as Joseph anymore. His mind can't handle it. He's blinded himself to his real identity by burying memories of anything else.

"The future must know where you've been." This feels like the video tape. The few traces left of what happened in the incident of 1984.

"The past predicts the state you're in." All the mistakes Joseph made and the few things that made him happy with himself are the reasons why he became Jack.

"The present did and will not last." Time is cruel, constantly marching forward and erasing the past. Jack lost everything so many times. He lost his identity, his dreams, his sunshine, and his life. Everything was lost so easily... how can he not dread losing it all again?

"All that I ask is, keep those empty frames." If nothing else, Jack is desperate to be remembered. Even if the person in the picture isn't himself anymore, he's desperate for at least some trace of him is remembered, even if it's this caricature of the character he played.

"If nobody's in them, then no one is to blame." A reference to LambsWork Productions covering up the part they played in Jack's death or the scandal the 1984 incident created. They can't have their reputation ruined if no one remembers the SunnyTime Crew Show after all.

"For your self-portraits, sign another name." This makes me think of all the autographs Joseph had to sign as "Sunny Day Jack." The character had his face, his voice... but it was a different name. He couldn't break character, because the character was what people loved. It's another reason why he's Jack now instead of Joseph.

"Well, who should I be then, if I'll never be the same?" Joseph Cullman is missing. [Redacted] Haberdae is dead and erased. He can't go back to being either. Who should he be? What name or persona should he use that will give him peace?

"Who else could I be, when I can't fucking see?" What is left for him but to be Sunny Day Jack? He has nothing else but that persona in this hell.

"I'm nowhere now, here's no one now to be." This line sums up Jack's state in the tape. He's nowhere, and he doesn't know how to be himself anymore. He is nothing... so he'll be the character he played.

He doesn't know how to be Joseph anymore because he can no longer see the good qualities he had as Joseph. Everything good was attributed to Jack in his mind, even his sunshine's love.

"I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night." He will be Sunny Day Jack. He will be his own hope, his sunshine. Losing himself to this alternate persona was the only thing he had to cling to in that cold and lonely hell. He clung to it like a piece of driftwood until the splinters dug into his hands and made him bleed madness.

"And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?" Now this shift makes me think of after Jack is freed and the lingering trauma from being in the tape. It's fitting because it comes after a drastic shift in the song to something somber, slowly building into something almost... hopeful?

His dream of being saved came true... but the nightmare of that hell still haunts him.

What if he goes back?

Jack could, just as easily, be sent away if Alice doesn't want him there. He needs to make sure that never happens.

Can Jack really dare to cling to this hope that he's been given, that this actually is reality?

Was he really saved, or is this just another delusion?

So even though Jack finally can sleep, he's finally safe... his fears still haunt him. He can't truly rest until he's sure, absolutely sure, that he won't lose his sunshine ever again. It's the hope he's desperate to hold onto.

"I'll stay awake tonight." The hell of the tape robbed Jack of his ability to sleep, both in the past and in the present. His trauma and mental scars run deep.

No doubt there were many nights where Jack just laid in bed and watched Alice sleep. He focused on her warmth, her steady breathing. Her heartbeat, her soft skin, her smell...

Alice is real. This sunshine is real. Jack knows that. He knows that deep down in his soul, but...

What if?

Just one minute longer. One second more to reassure himself.

This beautiful person Jack holds close in his arms is his salvation. Alice chose to save him. She promised to never forget him. She promised him forever.

Jack feared that the tape would be his forever.

So even though he's tired, Jack just needs a little bit more, just that extra moment more to drink in Alice with all of his senses so that he can truly believe that she delivered him from damnation.

Joseph is dead. The good parts of him, the light and hope he found in himself as that redacted identity are gone from even his memory. Jack is the only one there now.

Alice is the only sunshine Jack can see now, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure he never loses that light, his hope, his love ever again.

Of course, during these moments of insecurity, Alice would stir, just a little, and cling to Jack tighter. Sometimes she even murmurs his name softly. She can feel that he needs her love through their connected souls.

The thoughts and feelings flow both ways. Sometimes Alice can pick up what Jack is thinking too, especially when his soul cries out to be seen, heard, felt, and loved.

Even though Jack didn't say a word, Alice heard his thoughts, his deepest need, and answered in a sleepy mumble, "Don't worry... I've got you. 'm not going anywhere..."

The soft words, slurred by a haze of sleep, sent a jolt through Jack, and all the love and gratitude he felt for her washed over him. Even in her dreams she would reach out to him, reassure him that she won't let him go. Even when in moments when his fear made their connection feel so tenuous, so fragile, all it took was a soft squeeze of her delicate hand always holding so gently onto his to quiet his fears.

Alice won't remember what she said in the morning, or anything else she mutters in a half-asleep haze, but she'll always remember Jack. She'll remember this man, no matter what name he uses, no matter what the fractured picture of his sanity looks like now. Their love is forever.

Even if Jack can't find the light in the man he used to be, even if the light of the good parts of Joseph are dead, buried, and forgotten in his mind... Jack can always believe in Alice, his sunshine. As long as he has her, he doesn't have to fear the dark or that he'll be banished back to hell.

Jack has the light of hope. It's in his sunshine Alice, and in the persona he wears. Most of all, it's in their love that lived on even after death.

Fortunately, over time, Alice will help him see that the light was always there even when he went any other name. With her help, he'll be able to finally find true peace and rest his weary soul in the gentle sunshine of their love. He'll finally be able to heal and truly shine in spite of the darkness.

Yeah, I know the song ends on a more somber note, but I'm all about happy endings and fluffy vanilla goodness. I couldn't help but add on a bit of a sweet reprise of sorts, even if not in so many lyrics. Sunshine in Hell is all about these wounded soulmates helping each other heal after all.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Sauce-y Art

[burningvelvet]

to BE dramatic: I want to get your Byron-Shelleys misconceptions posts tattooed, or at least printed to have as wallpaper in one of my apartment walls. truly never getting over the amount of people on tumblr who are openly pursuing degrees in literature who believe in straight up false anecdotes about the creation of Frankenstein as a novel, out of sheer projection that maybe, by projecting into Mary Shelley, they too can fulfil whichever delusion they have, pretending fallacy of repulsion arguments and sentimentality account for proper literary analysis.

Mary Shelley's interpersonal relationships are never analysed with nuance and as just another influence into her writing, instead of them being an entire Confession of her character. And, even then, if they were a "Confession" (what a christian notion, that we must declare our most private thoughts and make them a static manifesto for others to judge and condemn) they'd still find a way to dismiss them because it would not fit what THEY want to hear.

And if any person who feels targeted by your post or this ask (if you decide to publish it, bc that's your call, I'm just talking) I invited them to read past Frankenstein. Not just past 1831 Frankenstein and into the 1818 edition, but read Matilda. Read the Last Man. Read her diaries and letters about Byron's death and how she was truly alone in the world (because no matter how insufferable someone thinks Byron to be, he was just like her in many ways, to their society). Read about her financial problems with Godwin. Read about Timothy Shelley's censorship, how he failed to show up to the reading of his son's testament and only agreed to anything if Mary relinquished the tuition of her ONLY living child with Percy and stopped writing. And yet, she did not fucking stop.

Also, if you wanna get really annoyed, idk if you know but there's a historical novel where the author writes Mary as the murderer of Harriet Shelley, and it is. Enraging.

One day Mary Shelley won't be a Harlot or a Victim but a literary genius with an unparalleled creative vision, surpassing the Big 6 of romanticism by far in topics, literary ethos and execution, and who, just like them, was also influenced by her time, her station, her connections, the private thoughts we will never know, her nationality, her race, and her historical context. All things which are worthy of analysing as part of the soup that makes her writing unique and valuable to the western literary canon, not as a condemnation, excuse, or second-thought

The world deserves to read this — yes, I agree with a lot of your points. I've made a lot of posts about these topics so I'm glad others agree!

#mary shelley #ask #asks #literature #english literature #percy shelley #harriet shelley #percy bysshe shelley

[beyonsatan]

My next astrology post was gonna be about the chart ruler in astrology but I just saw a tik tok about pisces that received the ugliest laugh from me and so decided that i will be talking about pisces and after closing the casket on a few stereotypes and western astrologers who have absolutely no idea what they're talking about yet charge for readings, I'm gonna hurt some feelings haha 😁...

So let's create a list of the misleading stereotypes that modern astrology have successfully managed to attach to pisces and then i'm going to debunk a few or all in order and I'm going to do this in the most polite way :)

• Ditzy (you might've heard "pisces is debilitated in mercury so it makes sense why pisces aren't the smartest or are 'easily fooled'" WRONGGGGG! In fact, ancient astrologers believed that pisces was in its detriment while in mercury because you can't think properly when you're in love. Venus the planet of love feels the strongest in Pisces, venus is pisces dignified ruler, pisces is the only sign that's dignified in both benefics (Venus, Jupiter) so if you asked me what sign i think is the most in love with love i would say with confidence pisces. This is why often when you hear a pisces talking about something or someone they love they stumble over their words. Contradictory to popular belief, pisces are very intuitive and can spot people trying to take advantage of their giving nature. A person who is intuitive and knows when something is up is not dumb, being both intuitive and gullible is already a contradiction. Saying that a jupiter (planet of wisdom) ruled sign is dumb does not fit the bill or even make sense for that matter. Mercury In sagittarius is debilitated as well but not because sagittarius is stupid, gullible or can't reason but because sagittarius is the jokester and is all about exposing the truth and their delivery is usually harsh which can rub people the wrong way. It's all about the delivery with them, there can be instances of blurting out things at the wrong time, things that would be considered offensive, that doesn't necessarily translate to them being dumb, they're just blunt lol. A good example of this would be nicki minaj

• escapists (the only true one I have actually heard so far but I also think that the stigma around escapism needs be brought to a stop. Pisces is dignified In both benefics so they do not prefer to indulge in things that are meant to discourage them like fear, anger, self doubt and turmoil so in order to keep themselves on their feet they distract themselves with things that are meant to inspire or otherwise entertain them to keep them going. This claim that they get consumed by their fantasies, can't face reality or take decisive action is a myth and stems from this idea that certain aspirations or wish fulfillments are out of reach and too unrealistic to be put into plan. so while everyone else is doing only what's within their reach thinking things can't get any better for them, pisces is dreaming big and this is where people can often confuse delusion with staying optimistic. How wise would it be to call someone "stupid" or "an escapist" because they're choosing to see the bright side of a situation or not succumbing to negative emotions? Not very wise at all right? Out of every zodiac sign I would argue that pisces is the most likely to recover from difficult times Because the benefics always keep them in good spirit

• drug addicts (i just wanna say that if you've ever gotten a paid reading from an astrologer who has said up out their mouth that "pisces is the most suspectible to drug and alcohol abuse," you have been scammed and should request your money back, these astrologers either think that pisces is ruled by neptune or they think having pisces placements is the same as having 12th house placements, ps: it is NOT the same and they CERTAINLY do not make you more artsy, dreamy and whatever other terms ppl use to deem pisces.) the 12th house is where you can see some unhealthy habits and addictions, that is true but once again pisces does not rule over the 12th house nor does pisces get its meaning from this house and anyone that told you otherwise lied 💞

• poor self esteem (I'm not even about to dignify this imbecilic talking point with a lengthy response 💀 if pisces was a sign with poor self esteem, the sign wouldn't be comfortable in the planet that literally rules over our values and self esteem, 'venus' lol)

• compulsively lie ( one more attribute that came from neptune. I'm not gonna say pisces is perfect but alot of these stereotypes aren't really aligning with jupiterian and Venusian energy) you wouldn't lie to a person that you truly love (venus) and you wouldn't be able to easily fool someone who is wise(Jupiter) does that make better sense to yall??) Why do you think it makes sense for a zodiac sign that's notorious for their contempt of lies and deceit(Scorpio) to be compatible with a sign that modern astrology famously dubs as "liars" that doesn't make sense either does it? Of course not, cause it's not true lmao, every sign is capable of lying.

Summary: Once you register through your mind that there is no connection between pisces and neptune in astrology, everything that you've learned about pisces through western astrology and their antics automatically vanishes or becomes null and void. There is (and ima highlight 'no' in bold just so yall know how serious i am) NO reason to believe that the oldest sign of the zodiac on record pisces is gullible, stupid, a liar or any of the things I mentioned in the bulletpoints. The infantalizing of pisces in astrology MUST stop and I will do everything my power to make sure it does and that this knowledge reaches everyone, *mic drop*

that's all, hope thiz helps xx

#astrology #astrotakes #aquarius #aries #cancer #capricorn #gemini #jupiter #jupiter retrograde #leo #taurus #pisces #sun #moon #mercury #venus #mars #saturn #mercury retrograde #venus retrograde #saturn retrograde #astrological #astrology stuff #astro facts #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #pluto astrology

[blouisparadise]

Today we have the third part of our hurt/comfort rec list for you! You can find part one here and part two here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?” Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”

2) Quietly Our Hearts Beat | Explicit | 7,539 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be ready by AO3 users.

Louis and Harry in the universe of ‘A Quiet Place’.

3) Waiting | Explicit | 10,517 words

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

4) All This Delusion In Our Heads | Explicit | 15,088 words

After Harry and Louis break up, they cope with it in very different ways. What will happen when Harry keeps calling his ex over when things go wrong in his life, but Louis just can't take it anymore?

5) Just My Style | Explicit | 15,443 words

Harry is sick, and the only thing that might help him is the pheromones from his mate--problem is, he hasn't got a mate. Louis' just been disowned, and taking part in a medical study where he has to cuddle with some strange alpha seems to be his only option for earning a bit of cash. The hippies and Omega Rights campaigners are busy changing the world--but all Harry wants is a chance to live.

6) How You Sleep At Night | Mature | 15,568 words

The one where Louis thinks he got left because he might be too much to handle, but then Harry appears in his life again.

7) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words

Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.

8) Let Me Carry Your Weight | Explicit | 28,633 words

Louis is fresh out of a bad relationship with someone who made him feel awful about how he looked. On his journey to better himself, he meets Harry - the ridiculously attractive and fit personal trainer.

9) Compass to my Soul | Teen & Up | 31,439 words

Note: This fic does not have smut, but it's omega Louis, so we included it.

Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

10) Stuck On You | Explicit | 33,983 words

Louis’ life revolves around his stickers. Harry’s life revolves around his job. The universe has decided their worlds should revolve around each other.

11) A Common Place Affliction | Not Rated | 36,508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

12) To Paint A Symphony | Explicit | 40,583 words

Despite being a wedding painter, Louis has never had quite an optimistic outlook on marriage life. Love, sure, he’s a hopeless romantic and he longs for a sweet partner, to feel adored and cherished, but a part of him will forever doubt that love can last forever, a spark never lasts long, after all, so he paints because strokes of paint can remain forever and unchanged if looked after properly, cared and cherished the way he wished he could be, safe from an unsure future. Harry, on the other hand, as a performer and lyricist, indulges in pleasure. He loves love, never wastes a moment, never hesitates, always so sure of what he wants. Songs come and go on the radio, sometimes forgotten, sometimes transcending generations, the way people leave, and others stay. He never thinks of a future because he only ever lives in the present and he never was egocentric enough to think he could make a real impact and his art could outlive him. At a wedding under summer skies and surrounded by endless sea, two seemingly polar opposite lovers meet, and perhaps one learns to let himself feel and fall, and the other lets himself hope and cling on.

13) Wild Hearts Run Free | Explicit | 42,979 words

Harry is an alpha who is harbouring a dark secret, one that has forced him into self-imposed isolation, far from civilization and far from temptation. Louis is an omega who has fought the predispositions of his secondary gender his whole life and suddenly finds himself cast aside by his beta partner, leaving him to question his place in the world. When fate and Mother Nature conspire to trap the two strangers together, will Harry’s worst fears be proven, or will Louis find a way to break down his walls and lead him into the light?

14) This Glass House | Mature | 43,012 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

15) Hold Me How the Deep Night Has | Explicit | 48,018 words

Louis Tomlinson needs a change. Stuck in a cycle of going to the job he hates, spending time with his friends, and avoiding the one man he hates most in this world, Louis' in desperate need of something new. So when he discovers an abandoned notebook on the way to work, the decision is easy to take it for himself and begin a journal amidst the empty pages. What can't be expected are the words that appear overnight directly beside his own, written on the same day 400 years in the past. What are the consequences of a magical connection between two men of different centuries? And who, among it all, is the mysterious E who only exists on the other side of Louis' journal?

16) Made For Lovin’ You | Explicit | 52,637 words

The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate. The one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

17) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55,778 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

18) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55,795 words

For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find. He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him. Everything changes when Harry disappears.

19) I’ve Got You | Explicit | 62,988 words

As a reward for saving the king's life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis' hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.

20) You're Umami Baby | Mature | 87,429 words

Harry is a chef who never experienced umami until he meets his new dishwasher, Louis.

21) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

22) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words

Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp fic recs #blp #hurt/comfort

[viathecloset]

BTS ARE EITHER THE GREATEST MUSIC ACT EVER SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR SUCCESS OR THEY'RE JUST BOYS USED AS PAWNS BY BIGGER, MORE POWERFUL SOURCES.

If only it was that black and white wasn't it? Fandom slowly waking up to think that they were so deep into the consumerism pit that they never once questioned any narrative however obvious are now blaming artists for their manipulation is probably the most twisted thing ever.

Bts are artists, under a label, under a contract. Let's start with that. They made their own music cuz they love music, it was powerful, influential, it touched people, people connected with it and they got their success in music because of it. So yes their MUSICAL success is their own doing. Their hardwork, their art. Them.

The other side is, they're under a contract, and contracts have terms both parties abide by (I'm a lawyer tryna simplify this bare with me) so their acts, their CANDID content, their answers to questions, their lives, their reality TV, their group twitter and weverse posts, their PDA, their narratives, everything. I mean everything else is towards the same narrative that yall being fed. It is what it is. No the boys aren't all sunshine rainbows, they're not always lecturing in their free time, their music is solely part of their self, not their entire self. They're not hanging out only with each other. They have their lives, their circles, their flaws, their own targets, hunger, no matter how it might appear on the outside LIKE any other kpop group they have their traditional rules they follow.

This is no way is to say the boys are shitty individuals who hate eo irl, far from it. It's just that you never once questioned why everytime a member tries to break out, do his own thing, tries to show himself that they were heavily sabotaged but instead went everyone who did question it called them solos or shippers while yall were eating up every narrative, every obvious shade by this company.

Like how are mad about your own delusion? No one is allowed to blame the boys who've worked hard and loved music since they were kids, question yourself on why you decided to engage in every useless content, make narratives, hate people solely cuz of the same very natural not at all edited out to fit a narrative content. Learn to respect an artist and their music, assumptions you made based on what you were told is not their fault. Never will be. It's on you.

#bts #army #bts army #rm #jin #yoongi #jhope #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #kpop #opinion #art #music #thoughts #fandom

[gravyhoney]

Cw// gun/weapon

Let me into your brain about the silly legos (hc’s) - ✧

IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ABOUT MY HCS‼️‼️

Idk which Legos you were referring to so I will make a HC post for Ninjago characters since it’s what I’m currently hyperfixating on.

Buckle in for an extremely long post because I am insane. Cutting it to keep it organized for u guys 🫶

So one thing about me is that I love incorporating other people’s headcanons into my own. And sometimes that leads to some contradicting headcanons, so in my little brain I have like, multiple different sets of headcanons for a bunch of different characters while also having My Headcanons, those being the ones I believe in the most/came up with without outside influence. I will be listing My Headcanons, but I type that entire preface to explain why some of my posts might be contradictory of the headcanons I list here 🫶

It’s gonna go like this in no particular order. (The order of how excited I am to share my hcs for them)

Character name- gender/pronouns, sexuality

List of headcanons

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General-

Their eye color aligns with their element, they all have their natural eye colors, but after realizing/unlocking their elemental powers, they began to change.

Adding onto the above hc, Kai and Nya's eyes are still pretty dull due to them being like, the last two to realize their powers, while Jay's are extremely bright and vibrant.

Jay- she/they (occasionally he) transfem + gender-fluid, bisexual

Hard of hearing, wears hearing aids. I think the hearing loss has always been there, but I think her elemental power just worsened it, bc you know. Thunder loud.

That being said, I think she was the first to get her elemental powers. I think they got them when she was like, a really really young kid.

Has heterochromia.

Came out as trans like, mid-prime empire.

Has psychosis and suffers from delusions.

Not rlly a Jay hc, but related. Their mom gave them up because she was desperately hoping they wouldn't have an elemental power, but if she did, they'd be near unfindable because she lived through hell and didn't want Jay to have to go through the same.

AuDHD

Nya- she/they transfem nonbinary, bisexual demiromantic

Has a tremor after un-merging with the ocean.

Her and Kai both have pretty bad anger issues.

SHE CAN BREATHE UNDERWAAAATTTEEERRRRR I believe she can ok?

For a long time after Hands Of Time she hates the way she looks because of how much she looks like her mom.

Still holds a heavy resentment against their parents, because even though it wasn't their choice to leave, them and Kai still had to grow up alone.

Fucking hates the taste of cinnamon.

Has time blindness, but only after un-merging with the ocean. She became disoriented and confused about the passage of time after being the ocean for so long.

Sometimes they still feel pulled back to the water.

Best friends with Cole (I believe this one wholeheartedly)

ADHD

Lloyd- he/they nonbinary, aroace

Has insomnia, and a sleepwalking problem when he can get to sleep.

Looked fairly human when he was young, but as he got older, his Oni and Dragon features started showing more.

The feelings he felt for Harumi was mostly confusion because she was the first girl he got close to that didn't have what felt like an 'older sister' role in his life.

Really likes bugs.

Has auditory processing disorder.

Their body doesn't regulate temperature regularly.

Religiously watches iceberg videos.

Likes wearing more loose fitting, baggy clothing.

High-empathy autistic.

Kai- he/him transman, bisexual

He and Nya both have pretty bad anger issues.

He likes occasionally dressing femininely, but usually decides against it because he’s afraid people won’t take him seriously.

HIS ASS IS NOT THE DESIGNATED DRIVER

Has burn scars that go pretty far up his arms due to his own elemental power.

Extremely high body heat, has to wear gloves to avoid burning people at the touch.

Has a pretty bad memory due to constant concussions (his ass got beat to shit CONSTANTLY)

Was stealth trans for a while, because he wanted people to take him seriously, but stopped caring after a while and is extremely open about his identity.

Has a deep paranoia that he’s going to hurt the people he cares about, and is constantly over correcting at ever little mistake.

ADHD

Cole- he/they, gay ace grey-aro

After the events of DOTD he has to use a mobility aid for a while while he gets accustomed to having a body again.

Body-image issues.

He feels like he’s supposed to be in charge of keeping everyone safe.

Best friends with Nya and Vania (I believe in this one SO hard.)

He loves cooking, and is very defensive about it. NOBODY is allowed in the kitchen while he's cooking (except Nya she's his taste tester).

Has constant night terrors and has a very detailed sleep routine to avoid them.

Super good with kids.

Girls girl (gender neutral).

OCD + ADHD.

Zane- they/them agender, panromantic ace

Will sometimes pick up little crafts or projects, jack of all trades type vibe.

Is actually SUPER up to date with every single internet trend or meme.

Can't taste (bc they're a nindroid...) but fr thought for years that all food just had no taste until the robot reveal and they're like 'ohh'

Has constantly wildly shifting morals.

Genuinely the scariest of the group, sometimes freaking out everyone else. This makes them sad. They present themselves in such a way to make them approachable.

Has a tendency to blame themself when everything goes wrong.

Refuses to talk about their feelings to anyone else, bottling it up.

Autistic.

Pixal- any pronouns agender, unlabeled ace

Runs every single online forum about the ninja, none of them know.

Always has to feel useful, or she gets stressed out easily.

Listens to podcasts when he works.

Wildly defensive.

Felt a little unworthy of the Samurai X title when nobody knew it was them.

Low-empathy autistic.

Skylor- she/they, lesbian

True neutral (generally looks out for herself, doesn't really do things for the greater good, but for her own sake)

Doesn't remember her mom at all, she passed away when she was extremely young.

After the events of S4 she completely uprooted her life, changed literally everything about herself to disconnect herself from her father. Renamed the noodle shop, and completely rewrote the menu.

Makes most of her own clothes.

Picked up painting, is insanely good at it.

Slightly self destructive, constantly trying to distance themself from the ninja, but Kai always drags her back.

Realized her elemental power at a very young age, mostly because of her father.

BPD + CPTSD.

Vania- she/fae/it/he transwoman, lesbian aromantic

Very talkative.

Writes to Cole a lot (she has both a phone and his phone number it just likes writing to him).

Plays a lot of instruments, faer favorites being the harp and the violin.

Extremely anxious that she's not going to be a good queen, constantly overcorrecting.

Really indecisive and always changing his mind.

AuDHD

Harumi- she/he bigender, pansexual

Probably bites people.

Because of how sheltered she was with the royal family, she doesn't know a lot of basic life skills, and had to teach herself near everything she knows.

He did learn how to sew, and mends his own clothes.

Has albinism.

Always blaming her problems on other people, that being a product of the extreme pressure he was under when princess.

ADHD + CPTSD.

Sora- she/they/various neos transfem, lesbian

Always has to be busy, or she will start spiraling.

Wildly protective of Arin.

Was constantly getting into fights in the early days of living in the crossroads, very quickly learned they'd have to constantly fight to survive.

Talks about xer childhood like 'haha yeah it be how it be :)' and everyone listening is completely horrified.

Views everyone she meets as a threat until they prove they aren't.

Really likes reading, her favorite genre being sci-fi.

Does some creative writing, but has never shown anyone her writing.

Love language is quality time.

Since realizing their elemental power, she's had a tremor in her hands. She hates it.

Low-empathy autistic + OCD.

Arin- he/they transmasc, unlabeled aroace

Needs people to be in the kitchen when he bakes, he's very social.

Wildly protective of Sora

Has night terrors, has never talked about it.

Actually really good at fighting dirty if needed. Bro kicks ASS.

Picks at his fingernails.

Has read Sora's writing, (she doesn't know) he finds some comfort in it.

Love language is physical touch.

Is always completely down to prank people, a devious little guy.

Nearsighted, but doesn't ever mention it because he doesn't know.

Craves validation from anywhere he can get it.

Low-empathy autistic + ADHD

Wyldfyre- he/she/they nonbinary, queer greyaro

Anger issues for days.

Really physically strong.

Love language is physical touch.

Has burn scars on their hands and thinks they make them look badass.

Talks loudly because he has hearing loss.

Doesn't know how to interact with people, seeing as she was raised by a dragon.

Low pain tolerance, but knows how to hide it.

It never came up until she started living with people, but he's deathly afraid of seeming weak or incapable.

ADHD

Euphrasia- she/her transwoman, unlabeled ace

Introverted as hell.

Can hold her own in a fight for a surprisingly long time (I know this is not canon compliant, let me be delusional)

Had really long hair, but had a manic episode and cut it all off.

Likes drawing.

Despite her job, she's not too keen on reading.

Autistic

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[gali-in-distress]

Diagnosing Nigel Colbie

This is going to be a long post

In an attempt to gain a better understanding of Nigel as a character, I decided to find a Psychopathological diagnosis that, in my opinion, would fit him, because to me it's very obvious that he's not what you would call a neurotypical individual.

Here is my diagnosis FOR NOW:

Disclaimer: I'm a psychology student, I didn't just made this up. That being said, I am only a student and lack the experience to be certain that this diagnosis is accurate. Secondly, Nigel is a fictional character, aka not a real person therefore it's impossible to truly diagnose him as you would do to a real person. I advice against using this as a guide to diagnose anyone irl, obviously.

CW: mentions of psychiatry terms, personality disorders and mental illnesses.

Semiology:

Qualitative disorders of affective nature

Indifferent behavior.

Incongruity : refered to having opposed emotional reactions to events that would normally have a different effect on people.

Irritability: exaggerated response to frustrated psychological needs.

In many instances Nigel shows almost no response to violent acts against himself or others. He acts coldly and is apparently unaffected by events that would at the very least upset anyone.

At the same time he reacts very intensively to being rejected by Alex at the very end.

I am almost 100% certain that when he went after Alex with the shotgun he was having a psychotic episode.

Cognitive disorders in relation to the Thinking Process:

Autistic thinking: presents itself as disconnected from reality.

Note: (Autistic thinking doesn't mean he's autistic, that's just the scientific term for that particular symptom)

Fixations.

Delusions of grandeur.

Delusions of reference: refered to an egocentric psychological development responsible for making the patient think that some things that happen in real life are directly related to them, gifting personal significance to unrelated events.

Nigel has very strong beliefs that he does not hide from Alex. He thinks they both are part of a line of great men destinated to bigger things. He finds connections in stories that, in his mind, ultimately lead to him and Alex, putting them both in the center of a prophecy of sorts. He is obsessed about this narrative he has created and eventually also obsesses over Alex and their relationship.

Conative disorders:

Altered social behavior manifested as reticence and homicidal and necrophiliac impulses.

Disordered relationship with self and others.

Nigel is presented as an introverted character who rarely speaks at the beginning of the story. Once he begins pulling Alex inside of his narrative, it's when we can see him be more open and sociable, but otherwise he doesn't seem to have any friends or relationships outside of Alex and his family. He doesn't seem interested in having them either. This itself wouldn't necessarily be a sign of a disorder, but, in addition to his violent and harmful behavior, it does create a pattern.

So far the final diagnosis I'm going for is Schizoid Personality Disorder.

Might elaborate on that later.

Update: Diagnosing Nigel Colbie Part II

#I honestly don't think that anyone cares #but I'm putting it out here cause why not #this is just my perosnal take on this I know some people might disagree and that's fine #like minds #like minds 2006 #like minds movie #murderous intent #murderous intent movie #nigel colbie #nigel colbie is not ok #like minds analysis #nigel colbie analysis #psychology #fandom psychology #semiology #diagnosing nigel colbie #overthinking movies cause why not #tom sturridge #tom sturridge filmography #diagnosing nigel

[bcacstuff]

I'm new here and I am actually scared of how obsessive people are. Sam is not even a big thing. But his fandom is up there with Kristen and Rob, Directioners and other extremists when it comes to sheer delusion. Usually all these people come with already decided agenda and whatever little tidbit comes out they will make up story around it to fit their agenda perfectly. Man could be tied to lie detector and deny all their delusions and they will find a way around that as well - it's very much like talking to a bot.

As someone who only found out Sam Heughan exist recently and went down tumblr rabbit hole, here's what I've gathered about him:

When Outlander started, quite opposite to what ES think - He and Cait were definitely incouraged by studio to go heavy on flirting in promos and sell the show in that way. They're in TV show based on love between their characters so it only makes sense to carry those thing into promo as well. He wasn't part of a boy band so they would need him to be the heartthrob and single as ES clams. Anyone with basic knowledge of PR would've known this. Also these two are obviously friends but they're too different for romance in RL. I won't even dabble into what kind of person both of them would have to be to fit into ES stories.

He's 43 year old actor whose primary mistake is working with friends who are probably middle-aged as he is. Why I even say this is because I've noticed both from just looking at his social media, the way he posts and does promos and from comments here, how much his age shows (most people perceive it as cheesiness), and in his business ventures you can clearly see his team is bad. His age shows in the way he uses technology, BIG TIME, I go to his profile and feel like I'm on my uncle's feed (my uncle is 5 years older than him and also deeply in midlife crisis). You guys find it cheesy and fake but that's just his generation and technology, he's a bit awkward and clearly introverted, also has very British/Scottish sense of humor which (as I've seen for myself) translates very differently to other Europeans, but especially to Americans. There's nothing wrong with any of it, in fact to me that's the best part of him, and that's where his team is completely messing up. Instead of using all of it and adjusting content to him, make it more relatable and original - they pray on his popularity as Jaime Fraser, still stuck on the same image of him they wanted to present 10 years ago (and the way internet worked 10 years ago), instead of evolving with his age and focusing on branching him out of Outlander, adjusting content to his true nature so he doesn't constatly have to put on oh so fake persona for promo and spam with shameless sale pitchs. He's not blameless or a victim in all this, don't get me wrong on that - but he fell in basic trap of getting in business with friends who obviously are not creative people and have found their golden cow, so they need him to keep milking - his team is so blatantly unimaginative, lazy, can't read the room or follow trends. - that's why I think they're as well middle-aged and not truly professionals - older generation are simply not as adaptive to today's technology led world. I also don't think he enjoys it, especially being hunted by desperate housewifes part and doing promo just for that audience. It probably was fun at the beginning but 10 years later NOPE. Now he's a hamster on a wheel. Don't even let me start on Sassenach, that is the most blatant example of everything I've said about his team. It might be his idea to name it that, but it shows true face of people around him that nobody told him - long term looking it's a terrible idea. He focused on Outlander instead of Scotland, and even when he tries to make it about Scotland it falls flat because his partner friend has tied him in a contract by which he's supposed to focus on American market. It's a JOKE. But just next time you see him shirtless with a bottle know where it's coming from 😂

Now the dating life. If it wasn't for tumblr the only women he was officially linked to were MM and MC in past 10 years. And I would've thought the man is a monk. On the other hand on tumblr he's linked to anyone and anything that stands/sits next to him. But even if every single one of them were dates he's still well under the radar. He dates around and since there's no complaints from these women it's nobody's buisness (beside the one who blamed him for gaslighting but that is equally on that girl who just couldn't get the clues that a guy wasn't really into her).

I do believe that Outlander takes big toll on his love life, certainly doesn't help his abandonment issues and as long as he's having so many projects on his hands he won't settle for anyone. Also Iooking at girls he's been connected to I don't think he can actually connect to any of them, too young and superficial and he's too akward, introverted and not the best at expressing himself. He probably gets bored out of his mind too quickly and they're there for sugar daddy ride. But since I don't think he's truly looking for anything serious atm, no harm in it as long as both sides are in agreement. Also people need to seriously chill, a man and a woman can actually be friends and have good time on lunch and dinner or a walk without any transactions (except to restorant/caffee). He does not f everyone in his proximity with vagina between her legs. Other blogs claim he doesn't even like vaginas 😅

I understand that following him for as long as you do, you have probably seen lots of moments of hypocrisy and cheesiness and whoring and shilling but reading some of the comments I see pattern of people who have already made their mind so he's "Sam the whore", "Sam the husband", "Sam in the closet", "Sam the Salesman", "Jesus Sam King of Man", (mix and match as you like), and just spew often very hateful things in accordance to the role they asigned to him. So much energy and emotions over someone they don't know and doesn't affect them in any way. Wish people could be less judgmental, at the end of the day we don't know anything and could be entirely wrong. Imagine if your life was picked apart and judged the way you do here based on heresy and snippet. Not a comfortable spot and there's no winner there.

I like your blog because it's the most objective one and you're readers are more or less objective as well. This is very new experience for me but in just few weeks I've seen so much nonsense about this man that I had to say something. I usually don't have interest in any type of fandoms or celebrity fan pages and that I'm saying anything is really a compliment to you because usually fandoms are so far of reality that I simply don't bother to comment - I'd have more meaningful conversation with a wall. So I simply leave asap. You seem openminded so I felt free to say something.

Sorry about the long ass post, just felt the need to unload before I leave this la la land as well.

Well well... that's a very long farewell for someone new must say 😂

But yes, this fandom is sheer craziness, so much you did figure out. I do oppose to connecting age to technology. I'm older than him, but, if i may say so myself, very savvy when it comes to technology and (modern) digital marketing. That's pure a form of interest and time and hasn't got anything to do with the age of a person. He just didn't gather the right people around him for that (or just wants to control things too much himself). I agree his people (and perhaps he himself isn't creative enough, but again, that has nothing to do with 'middle aged' or any age imho.

He's been linked to a good number of women. Some are perhaps nothing more than a lunch or a coffee. With some others it's hard to believe he acted like a monk. Well, it's all his choice for sure, I don't actually care that much. Care more to put out here what is going on with proof so everyone can see and use their rationale to draw conclusions from it. But everyone does so from her/his own cultural background, believes etc. One can hardly ever change that (and I wont). All here for the good discussions, speculations, exchanges of thoughts, and from time to time the fun factor 😉

Anyway, thanks for the compliment... I guess 😊

[shinakazami1]

Another shina TSP ramble time

SO @squuote made an amazing post mentioning my Twitter thread so I decided to copy it here

The way I see Mariella is the same way I see Curator - they're both in Parable for that one single ending, showing insanity and representing Player to some extend.

Curator, of course, has more presence and actual input. She calls out both Narrator and Stanley being stuck in a loop. Mariella seems to fit the role of Stanley, just having her own thoughts described. Mariella might represent the life Stanley could have had if he were to be a normal human still in his job. However, their respectful stories seem to go the opposite way.

Stanley's story does, in fact, make him crave to find out the truth while she stays in delusion but the repetition of Freedom ending really enforced that idea even more, that you're supposed to go around and let Stanley see more and break from the routine that was set in the intro. While Mariella is supposed to be that familiarity, the freedom bias, letting herself think she's better just to make her own life seem nicer because of a random event she saw, no matter if she has the Bucket or not. She also seems to be an embodiment of what we as Players do. Of what Stanley could be doing if he would stay and push Buttons all day, feeling better than anyone in the office who would break from the mind control. It's the insanity of routine, they're all insane but only one gets called out.

If you think about it - both of the girls have some sort of transition in a space outside of the main Parable, which is similar to the Games Ending due to that they're a separate part of this whole mess that they're also stuck in. And they're both, at least represented, as prideful, seeing Stanley as something lower than himself.

Why then, in the Insanity ending, can Narry talk? He gets silent in different parts of the Parable, Bucket Tape Ending, Museum or Escape Pod. Yet here he is, describing a whole different character to us. Due to that, he presents that he might be the one who wrote other employees in the office.

However, it can also imply that he might have written Curator, too. In Wife Ending, there is a female voice at the start that also presents itself sometimes in phone calls. However, based on the recording thing, it seems Narrator can control that. So, it is plausible that he might be in Museum ending and choose to be silent. That wouldn't exactly fit Escape Pod though, as both Narrator and Player would be present and it should work. (Which, is true if I ever fucking release my Bucket Theory post sisuus but I'll leave it for now unless someone would want me to talk about it)

So, why do I think about Curator and Mariella in the same way? Because to a point, Narrator controls the Parable.

And I don't always think so but - sometimes, I think of him not as The Narrator but The Narrator Actor.

The key difference is that he's playing with us, To the point that even Curator's script changes into the Bucket talk due to him having control over the script. He knows 432 exists.

He knows he's in a loop. We already joined when he has been in it, for 13 years.

And the girls seem to show that's true.

#TSP #MY RAMBLINGS #THEORY #OH NO KEYSMASH UH #I CANT TURN IT OFF HAHA WELP #THE STANLEY PARABLE #MARIELLA #CURATOR #NARRATOR #UH I AM NOT SCREAMING HAHA I ESCAPE BYE #I

[cerealmonster15]

Omg 5 for carerella and 55 for jamiazu 🕺

[pick a playlist and send me a corresponding number for a doodle!!!!]

hi felix. sorry i took 900 years for some quick sketches kfjdsljkfe

okokok so first for caterella you picked Crash and Burn by Savage Garden

fun fact. this is on both the caterella playlist AND the jamiazu playlist lol. i think my friend suggested it for jamiazu and then i was also thinking it fit cater also. some lyrics-

LISTEN listen i think this is very treycay in the sense of how we know trey and cater are good buddies and trey feels comfortable being himself around cater and he wants cater to open up to him more but doesent wanna push him - to me this song is trey pov essentially deciding to stop being so PASSIVE and tell cater "hello, i love you, please take a chance to open up to me instead of trying to dwell in your solitude, please please lean on me and we can go through these things together"

un abrazo :3

now for the jamiazu fkjlsjfdslj hear me out. hear me out pl e a se, i had to sit there for a bit and remember why this one was on there LOL i think it was another one that showed up in spotify's suggestions and when i was adding any song i could loosely tie to the delusions of them in my mind..... anyway jamiazu's pull was Because You Live by Jesse McCartney l o l

i. 🧍‍♂️tbh cant remember for sure whose pov i had this in here for initially JKLFSJKLF bc some of these i grabbed as like "jamil when he eventually has that Realization that he likes azul and that azul sees him for his true potential and worth that was buried by kalim overshadowing him all his life"

like here jamil being like "you see me for who i am, faults and all, you appreciate my skills and you still want me despite it all with my true colors" and how like the two of them i think COULD work really well together. if it werent for The Issues jfklsjkfls

but also. this is a very intense romantic cornball song that doesnt really fit jamils vibe LOL you have to understand a lot of these are loose interpretations on my part KSDKLFJ and then stuff like this

more azul pov coded. in my mind. in my delusional mind jkfsdjfldsj bc i think an In Love Azul WOULD be super grand and dramatic about his partner lololol UMMM ANYWAY

i got stuck on this one. i could not think of what to visualize [even tho as im writing this post i can CLEARLY SEE theyre talking about like. rain and stars and shit. i coulda used that kjlfsdkf whoopsie] so the thing i drew wasnt really related to the song exactly just. the vibes i kinda got but more toned down - the both of them coming to terms with their feelings but theyre still Weird Teen Boys so like

idk!!! awkward shy guys and their finger touch in class!!!!

#SORRY SORRY SORRYT AUGHHGHHH I HAD TO CHURN THIS OUT THE LONGER I WAITED I BECAME MORE AFRAID WAHHH #twst #jamiazu #treycay #twisted wonderland #cereal tries to draw #felix-the-lemon-king #asks #cater diamond #trey clover #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #ok wahhhghghghghghghghg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #thats all the numbers i had . i will still do it tho if people send them lol #im tbh literally always open to drawing suggestions #i just. may take 600 years to do them. or maybe i Just Wont. who knows!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #anyway. ty felix this was fun :3 #ty for ur patience also LOL WAHGHHH

[unhealthyfanobsession]

This is more of a guilty pleasure fic and kind of a weird/random idea but-

Basically like a sicfic (?) where Nesta is ill but nobody (Cassian&rest of the IC) believes her and later on in the day she like blacks out or something during something important and then they realise she wasn't lying and feel really bad about it so then it's just a lot of fluff/comfort/apologies after that.Oh and if you decide on post ACOSF then maybe have the valkyries reaction to the others ignoring her and established bessian dynamic...idk you have full creative liberty,you're the artist.

Oh and it's ok if you don't want to do this at all really.That's understandable really.

I’m glad you said “creative liberty” because uh … I was very creatively liberal with this prompt lol - it started and then just took on a mind if it’s own!

Nesta Archeron saw different stars than her sister. Feyre looked up to the sky and dreamed, or whatever. Her gaze lit up with a thousand thousand shining lights set against a midnight blue backdrop that planted a painting directly into her mind. Feyre loved her city of Starlight. Would do anything to protect it, no, not protect, preserve. Keep the city a brilliant beacon of rainbow rivers and wishing upon the first star to the right every evening. A magical place. A place that didn’t exist. It never had.

Velaris was just as dark and twisted as the rest of the world. No place was pristine, no person untouched by darkness. Nesta knew this, and she accepted it. She chose to sink into the parts of the city that fit her.

Nesta had never looked up to the sky and wished. Wishes didn’t come true for people like her. That was probably why she loved romance novels so much, what a beautiful escape to read about the girl that has a happy ending.

Feyre was a girl who could have a happy ending. Nesta had always thought that, it is probably why she found the girl so insufferable. Even Elain, sweet Elain, was not the sort of girl who got a happy ending.

Happy endings and wishes on stars were for the brave. The ones who ran blindly into battle and pretended there could ever be victory there. The ones who smeared their hands in blood and then shoved fear and loss and pain down their throats until a crimson coated smile rose like iron gates around their true feelings. A certain amount of delusion was required for a happy ending.

Nesta had never been delusion. Nesta was not a nice girl. She was not a brave girl. She was not interested in hiding or pretending or smiling.

Nesta Archeron was a bitch.

And that suited her just fine.

Until she got caught in the crossfire of her happy ending, star wishing, night sky painting, sister.

Until she got caught in the crossfire of this infernal warrior heart with duty and honour inked across his muscles and the mistaken belief that he knew what is was to be hopeless the way Nesta was hopeless.

The kind of hopeless that does not rage, but sags. Completely devoid of fight. Nesta was so tired of fighting.

Cassian thought she was fighting him, but she wasn’t. She was just sitting on a rock, staring at the stars that blurred across her vision with every frozen blink.

“Nesta,” Cassian growled. Long past teasing grins and coaxing offered hands. “Get up.”

“I can’t,” she whispered. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Hadn’t meant to say anything out loud, truthfully.

“Yes you-” Cassian cut himself off, head tilting to the side. Likely taking in the sorry state of her pale skin and trembling hands.

“Cauldron,” Cassian cursed loudly, sinking to his knees in front of her in an instant. His hand came up under her chin, long fingers holding her entire face in a single palm. Nesta wretched herself backwards, desperate to be free again. To be left alone. “I don’t understand. How did this-”

“Stop,” Nesta spat, blinking too rapidly as she fought to push down the stars that blurred out his face and the nausea roiling in her empty stomach. “Stop trying to understand.”

“Stop breathing,” Cassian looked her dead in the eye. Eyes hard and focused and he searched for something that wasn’t there. Nesta wasn’t surprised by the statement, he’d said similar things before. Everyone hates you.

“If you feel that way then let me go.” Nesta swayed as she tried to stand, legs suddenly not strong enough to hold her. “Help me leave Night.”

“Stop. Breathing.” His hands circled her shoulders, holding her upper body straight even though she couldn’t do so on her own. “That is what you are asking me to do, Nesta.” He pulled the growl from his voice, whispering softly as if she would topple over if he yelled the way he wanted to. With how her head felt, she might. “Stop trying to understand? Help you leave? Leave you like this? Stop fighting? You’re asking me to stop breathing.”

Nesta tried once more to blink around the blurring stars before giving up.

“Then stop breathing.” She said, before collapsing to the snow-covered ground.

Of course, Cassian caught her.

#nessian #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #acosf #cassian #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #nesta and cassian #a court of silver flames

[noaura]

I'm kinda torn in the whole prolife/prochoice thing. At one hand I'd feel so heartbroken if I tore life away from my womb. Also if you can decide some lives at some stages aren't worth keeping alive and giving support to I'd feel the slippery slope that would slide into dehumanizing other groups of people who we at least for now, on general societal level, deem worth enough to let live and support. There's a reason MAID in Canada is so rancid rn.

At the other hand I just don't feel like a fetus of up to a certain couple weeks is the same as a baby. I just don't feel like it is the same, and the reason is how far the development is. Development reaches a point much faster than many realise where a baby of some kind is distinguishable... some women pee out their very small zygote and only later find out, I know of someone. She didn't commit negligence or accidental manslaughter, which legally she would have if indeed a personhood is assigned to a fertilised egg from day one.

I am not the anon ranting at you before, but as you seem to be in contact with some trad blogs, while having your opinion on abortion and I was curious if you had any thoughts you wanted to share further. If not and you don't want to, and this is obnoxious, I'm sorry and that's completely understandable and I'd just wish you a nice chicken wings dinner! Cheers

it's hard to articulate all of my thoughts into one post but i will try to

personally, i do believe that life begins at conception. as soon as the zygote implants into your uterine wall, which is when you become officially pregnant, that zygote now has personhood. there is not even scientific doubt about that - that is the literal moment life begins. but as a person who has experience living with someone who has a severe trisomy, and separate experience living with someone who has congenital diseases that require using another person's organ to stay alive, and as a woman who is currently pregnant, my thoughts are far more complex on whether or not being pregnant automatically means that you owe another person your life and organs to live off of

even though my pregnancy is very low risk and im extremely healthy, being pregnant just sucks. i genuinely think you have to have an intense disconnect with your body and sensations to believe otherwise. my belly button stretching to accommodate my growing belly is extremely painful. my abs ripping apart inside me to accommodate my belly is extremely painful. my nipples are tender constantly. even though i haven't gained any weight yet, the extra mass on the front of my torso is difficult to balance and keep my spine and hips neutral to keep good posture, so that my ass and core muscles don't atrophy. the nausea during the first 10 weeks was horrific. keeping my core strong is hard when there's a bowling ball sitting in the bottom of your torso. the ligaments in my hips and feet softening and spreading is painful. i have no stretch marks yet, but im dreading them. my tits ballooned up to a DDD on my tiny 5'2 frame, so none of my clothes fit right and i feel like a fucking whale. im scared to get loose skin and deflated boobs and a widened waist. im keeping my diet as healthy as possible but it's hard when every craving you have is not healthy at all. you are building every single cell of this person's body using your own nutrients, blood, flesh, etc and the baby WILL take what it needs from your literal bones and teeth if you're not giving it what it needs. and those are only physical symptoms ive listed. the mental ones, like preparing to give birth and parent a child, or even decorate a baby's room, or all the questions you're being asked constantly or shitty advice you're getting, are very taxing as well

so to insist that pregnancy is something totally passive that just happens to your body, with no side effects, even though yes women are designed to be lifegivers, seems delusive and misleading. it's very hard and i could never judge someone for not wanting to go through with any of that

on the other hand, i do agree that it's somewhat of a slippery slope. i don't think it's a good thing to kill elderly people or all disabled people. i don't think we should kill people just because they can't contribute to society in meaningful ways

but also, as a person who intimately aware of the way government funding and welfare systems work for profoundly disabled individuals, i can't help but be miffed at the idea of being fully aware that your child is going to live either on a vent their whole life, sucking up government cheese that could have went to like, idk a disabled veteran or something, and still going through with producing this person. the argument i get alot is "well people with down's syndrome can be grocery baggers! they can have relationships!" that's like, the top 5-10% of elite downies. and even then, they are suffering from seizures disorders, early onset dementia, and a variety of other things that make it impossible to live on their own or ever being capable of living a full life. the rest of them grow older to be fully dependent, barely functioning, and oftentimes have a lot of anger issues due to neurological and learning disabilities. can you imagine being bodied by a 300 pound angry grown man who quite LITERALLY has no concept of calming down? it fucking sucks

at the end of the day, i cannot tell anyone else what to do regarding their pregnancy or children even if i think they have dumbass opinions. i can only offer my own opinions based on experience and ideas

[darkfictionjude]

Had the brilliant idea to think about what the characters would post on their TikToks. Completely useless but fun

MC: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMDNA3hc/

Reminds them of their time in solitary and in the midst of a hardcore delusion

Imre: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMDNn8G8/

Self-explanatory (side note: this boy kind of looks like him)

Nia: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMDNEXpv/

Couldn’t decide on which so I picked both because she’s my special girl

Lorcan: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMDFdyMt/

Pretty fucking depressing but it fits. He would also have song recs

Orla: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMDNEQaJ/

Also self-explanatory

Sally: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMDNKNT8/

Every single one of his videos would be like this. Fr old man signs his name every time he sends a text

Percy: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMDN4vrm/

He wouldn’t have any personal videos on there but he would be posted by other people for these kinds of things

The town: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMD2u62c/

Just aesthetic

#the music #AUs #we wretched creatures

[simmeons]

okay here's the sloppy entire vamp and priest story/lore

mentions of demons/satanism under the cut, physical and emotional abuse as well as the feeling of going mentally insane and drug use (done poorly lol)

Len used to have a crush on Monty early in their relationship but he confessed his "sin" to a pastor, a teacher he trusted. it didn't go well as the pastor would then physically and emotionally abuse Len until the boy developed an unhealthy attachment to the pastor, doing anything he asked for, even including learning about Satanic rituals (family bonding)

Monty would then start being "courted" by the pastor, the man trying to convince him into being a personal student like Len, but Monty at this point would waver faith in the Lord as he became closer with a certain vampire

the pastor didn't take no as an answer and would start forcing Monty to take personal lessons- just the two of them. the pastor threatened to tell the rest of the Church of Monty's disbelief in the Lord which would socially exile the priest. Monty still needed to live in the town, so he begrudgingly agreed

Monty would then be taught about demons and all that, taught how to perform exorcisms, and made to do them. Monty would be put into traumatizing situations of demonic activity as he was made to fix them. if Monty couldn't fix them, the pastor would punish him (take FULL creative liberty on how he was punished, like seriously. imagine anything and everything you want, no matter how fucked up)

the priest would slowly start having vivid dreams of demons getting him, visions of those he tried to save trying to get him with the intent to kill, all that bullshit- pushing him into an obsession with the Bible and trying to save himself, neglecting his vampire lover in the process

due to the lack of sleep from nightmares Monty starts to rely on sleeping pills, which he then becomes entirely dependent on, ignoring the fact that the amount of pills he took only worsened his visions when he was awake

Len is given the task to further Monty's descent into madness, where he then starts to feed the other priest with false thoughts and delusions. it doesn't take long that Len is now trying to "help" Monty during the visions. he guides Monty through them but he really just shaping them into what he wants Monty to see

with Len "aiding" Monty with his visions, the Scottish priest starts seeing an angel in his dreams and visions saying he was sent from the Lord to help him with the demons. that's not true

when Len saw that Monty was getting properly insane he told the pastor, who with Len's help does an evocation, which is summoning a demon (i feel so silly typing that out LMFAOO) the demon's price was a soul (original) so Len offered his to punish Monty for as long as he lived

after the demon summoning Monty admits all the pastor did to him to his vampire, who takes it upon himself to kill the pastor in cold blood in his own home. the entire town is shook by the murder of a beloved pastor, and it only fuels Len on more for revenge

Monty reaches a point where he doesn't feel safe in the town anymore, making him move away and leaving everything behind (including his vampire, the only one who understood him)

Len learns about Monty leaving and manipulates the vampire into obeying him. Len refuses blood or any comfort to his new "project", but threatens to abandon the vampire anytime he voices a complaint

after years of starving, emo vampire accidentally murders Len in a fit of blood lust. i say accidentally because he genuinely didn't mean to do that but he was so thirsty he couldn't really help himself😭he was already picking off the population of the town as the only times he drank was after he was staved so much thanks to Len lol

when Len is murdered, Monty's visions and dreams abruptly stop (because with Len gone the demon got his soul and was done being a dick to Monty) thanks to the post demon clarity Monty decides he needs to go back to home (the old town) to visit the Church again to make amends with God where he was first introduced to him

Monty comes back home to see the town pretty much deserted but he doesn't care as he breaks into the run down Church to pray, where he's met by that vampire he abandoned once

Monty is almost killed until he convinced emo boy that he was sorry, and that he missed him the entire time he was away (which he did, very much so) it ends up with them reconciling

years later Monty is able to get transformed, where he naps in his dirt coma for a year (you can never be too safe about premature vampire transformation) and he lives happily with his vampire lover while founding a vampire rehabilitation center where they aid vampires with understanding themselves and getting better control of their powers

the end