#they’re trying but that disconnect is there and permanent

[luna-light-eclipse]

YOU SAID YOU HAD NO ASKS AND IM FIXING THIS.

LITTLE TRAVELLER WOLF. remember. I Do. i remember everything, luna. And am i still thinking about the light-suppression cuffs and the moths and the Eliksni and--

Think about it again,,, always bleeding a liquid light, trying to stop the hatchlings from trying to eat it (still crying). the family that basically adopted them while they were out of it, and who they stayed with when they were themself again. the wolf plushie...

I never forget,,,

Saladin watching someone he’s always seen as a powerful warrior deteriorate into something almost akin to a child but it is not quite that either- no it is something else, something wrong. A slow acting poison ending in death set upon Wolf by the people they should have been able to trust the most.

Do you remember Wolf in the wilds? Travelling alone to a destination they don’t remember? Resting in hunter hideouts they had made or been trusted with, admiring the light of the stars, and the moths of course.

The Traveller only wanted its favoured guardian back, taken from it for being too good, too powerful. It can do nothing but give away as much as it can until its power is warping the foundations of Wolf’s body and soul into a form that cannot remember itself. Saladin looks upon Wolf whose arms glow with bright white Light, whose fingertips are ever so slowly beginning to melt into nothing. At the near ever-present liquid Light tears running down one side of their face out from under freshly replaced bandages. Their body is covered in fissures, bodies shouldn’t do that they think- for a moment until the very capability of thought is gone again.

This Light is a gift. Each time Wolf looks upon their wounds they know that they are loved. This Light is a gift that leaves everyone questioning if Wolf is even human anymore. They can see through walls, hear what no one else can. The Traveller speaks, they alone hear it.

Then once they are free from their quite literal shackles they remember the hands that stemmed their bleeding, who cried once their blood stopped running red, who walked them through the city and bought them the one thing they had ever wanted.

Eliksni arrive to the city and Wolf can feel the Traveller welcome them, even if the humans do not. It is awkward, always, for they worship the traveller and it’s Light is Wolf’s body. There is little else left. Though they are not alone in their stilted interactions with Wolf- no one is quite sure about how they are supposed to speak to them, to the one the Traveller loves. Except for the ones who held them together when no one else would, those ones still treated them as human.

The Eliksni endure the animosity thrown at them. Ask for nothing from no one. They have endured, they do not need gifts to survive. But the Traveller still answers their silence, through Wolf’s voice it tells them that they’ve found peace, finally, they’ve done good, they can have the Light now.

…But not in so many words, Wolf has never been one to speak after all. Let everyone decipher their actions instead.

#luna’s brainbox #content box #destiny #destiny 2 #Little Traveller Wolf #HI YES I AM SO SANE ABOUT THIS AU #an ask for me? #:D #all these emotions do no justice to Wolf walking up to Misraaks and giving him a Ghost that they formed IN THEIR HANDS then just leaving. #and also Wolf holding hatchlings my beloved #SO SO SANE ABOUT THIS AU #the weird religious vibes that I adore writing (I know some people would be weirded out by this but I just can’t help myself) #the found family #the guilt for mistakes made and the aftermath of that #the conflict of being loved so earnestly even when that love hurts because the Traveller is far beyond humans and doesn’t quite get it #they’re trying but that disconnect is there and permanent #chews on AU and rotates it in my mind

[its-your-mind]

okay. I’ve slept and I’ve stared at the ceiling and I think I’m finally ready to put all of this into words. I’ve been building up this post in my head… basically since the moment we learned about Ashton’s chronic pain, and I think this episode finally helps me synthesize all of it. Taliesin was on FIRE this episode. (also this got way longer than I thought, so it’s going behind a read more. I just have so many FUCKING emotions about this punk rock.)

I know I’ve mentioned this a few times before, but I, like Ashton, have full-body constant chronic pain. Sometimes it gets worse with extended physical activity, sometimes it just gets worse out of nowhere. Some days are good, which means the parts of me that hurt aren’t getting in the way of me doing things too much, but there are never, ever days without pain.

I think Ashton fucking nailed it here:

And here’s the thing about background noise. Most of the time, you don’t even notice it’s there. Your brain filters it out, takes it and files it away as something that doesn’t need any conscious focus. But sometimes, something that is normally background noise can become completely overwhelming - think a ticking clock that you don’t usually notice, but when you’re waiting for something, it becomes all that you can hear, and your brain can't pull its attention away.

And, at least for me, chronic pain can sometimes become like an endlessly ticking clock in my perception. Obviously, my body is in pain, which is not fun in and of itself, but on the bad body days, my mental functions become severely limited as well. My memory is shot, my thoughts come slowly, and it’s so much easier for bright lights and loud noises to cause my brain to bluescreen for a few seconds.

There’s just too much sensory input for the brain to process.

And on those days, it can just be easier to shut down. Lay down in bed and not move or think, because moving and thinking is just too hard. And when resting isn't an option, there’s a pretty significant percentage of my brain that’s just focused on trying to filter out that background noise of pain, and it becomes so difficult to function as normal. One clock might not take up too too much brain power, but imagine if there were five. Ten. A few dozen.

I’ll get back to Ashton in a minute, I promise.

The brain might be able to turn those ticking clocks into background noise, but it’s harder to do that the louder they are. Your thoughts get sidetracked because it’s almost impossible to focus on anything but those clocks, and even when you’re able to ignore them for a bit, it doesn’t take much for you to be reminded that they’re still there, and your mind turns back to that ticking, ticking, ticking…

When you’re in pain, you learn to stay tense and alert. You economize your words and movements, because you only have so many before your body makes it too hard to function. You have to build up necessary boundaries for yourself, because without them, you’ll become a shell of a person, disconnected from a body that's just... not fun to be inside of.

And it’s so easy to let those boundaries become a permanent, defensive wall, built to keep the world at bay, because the world is where the pain comes from.

Ashton’s chronic pain might not have started until their fall from the balcony, but he’s never lived a life without emotional pain.

And so you have this person who has lived through so many awful things who should be dead several times over, who now lives with this constant, insistent, physically painful reminder that the world is cruel and harsh, and even your family can’t be trusted to keep you from getting more hurt.

So yeah. He’s fucking pissed off at the whole world. He’s lived through some fucking bullshit, so can you fucking blame him for building up walls around himself? How the fuck is he expected to survive in this world without defenses?

So he builds those necessary defenses that anyone with chronic pain has to get good at building, something to deafen the feeling of constant pain, and he makes them into a permanent fixture of his personality. They turn these necessary internal defenses into a hostile fortification, into anger, into rage, into a weapon that can hurt the world just as much as the world has hurt them.

And then, the Hells.

All of a sudden, they have a new family.

And the thing is. The thing! Is!! Ashton has always always been someone who cares so much, someone who loves their family recklessly and totally, even after the Nobodies abandoned them to die on the ground beneath Hexum's house. They’re protective, they take people in, they stand up for the people who can’t stand up for themselves. But it’s always been from behind the safety of that wall.

And the walls have started to come down.

The world might be cruel and painful and fucking shitty, but dammit, there are still things in it worth saving.

Letting people see your vulnerabilities might lead to more pain, but isn’t it just… so liberating? To not have to put so much energy into keeping those walls up?

These people. His new family. They’ve opened up to each other. They’ve all shared some of their darkest secrets, they’ve trusted each other with their lives, they’ve gone above and beyond, over and over again, to make sure that not one of their people is left behind, not ever. No matter what.

So now, for maybe the first time in his life, Ashton has something solid to stand on that he didn’t have to build for himself. He doesn’t have to maintain his walls with these people, because his family knows how to tread carefully, and they all do their best not to do anything that might inadvertently cause each other more pain.

Because here’s the thing about chronic pain. To a certain point, you just have to accept that shit is going to fucking hurt, and you’re gonna do it anyway. Instead of living in daily, constant fear of making the pain worse, you evaluate the things that you want to do with your time, and decide whether or not they’re worth the pain that they’ll cause.

Ashton started throwing himself at physical danger almost as soon as he was off Milo’s workbench. He’s no stranger to choosing things that will increase the pain in his body.

But the pain in their mind? Fuck that. We’re not going to look too closely at what the fuck is in there, because that is a fucking bridge too far.

Let their brain process the pain, and keep the rest of their shit on lock.

But now… they’ve let their family in, past those walls. They quite literally let Imogen and FCG go into their mind, multiple times, to find the things that they’ve buried deep, deep inside because they don’t want to look too closely at them. They didn’t have room in their own brain to process that pain.

But now… they’ve learned about where they came from. They know where their roots are. But more importantly, they know who their foundation is. They know that it’s safe to let these people in past those walls, because the Hells are people he can trust with all of himself, not just the solid and dangerous exterior.

And so now that they know that, it’s freed up so much more room in their mind to focus on actual, tangible goals!

He’s able to take time and space for his family, just as they’ve all taken time and space for him.

Now that the Hells have become his firm ground, he’s able to become theirs.

He knows how to be a wall, a tank, a shield. He knows how to deal with physical pain.

But now, they’re learning how to be a rock, a safe place, a firm foundation. That’s harder. That’s more complicated. That involves vulnerability, and the ability to sit and talk and process and think. That’s not something they’re always able to do, but they know now that they can do it. He’s learned how from the rest of his family, from seeing the ways that they all support him.

The world still fucking sucks. The gods have never seemed to give a single fuck about Ashton Greymoore, and he’s spent his whole life being thrown away and cast aside by the people who were supposed to take care of him. His body is wracked with the constant reminder of betrayal and abandonment. But now, they have something new to fight for. They don’t have to fight to save the gods. They don’t need to aspire to anything that lofty. But their family is here, dammit, and they’re not going to fucking lose them and so…

#critical role #bells hells #ashton greymoore #cr meta #critical role gifs #critteredit #critical role gifset #orym of the air ashari #fresh cut grass #imogen temult #cr spoilers #critrole spoilers #critical role spoilers #cr3 spoilers #c3 spoilers #c3 #cr3 #critrole #cr #c3e40 #c3e65 #c3e49 #c3e62 #c3e35 #this got LONG and a little RAMBLEY but dammit I just have a LOT OF EMOTIONS #I'll probably post all those gifsets on their own too bc I want the APPRECIATION

[nayatarot777]

who’s mad at you + why?

• pile one •

who’s mad?

cards: the tower, page of swords. 9 of swords

this is someone who has a lot of fears and anxieties for some reason. perhaps due to something that they’ve said/gossiped about that proved to be quite destructive. they’re someone who you had a tower moment with, and perhaps someone who doesn’t know how to communicate properly. they could talk about struggles with anxiety, and maybe they’re someone who is constantly in crisis mode. to the point that their life is always in shambles and they never know how to help themselves out of it. this person might regret something that they’ve said because of the destruction that they’ve caused, but this person is also very two-faced it seems. i’m seeing gemini, and feeling the energy of the 7 of swords (although it hasn’t come out). you could feel like this person was side-eyeing you, evil-eyeing you, or judging you in some way. but again, they could regret doing that now.

why?

cards: king of wands, justice, 4 of swords

they’re mad because you seem to be going after your own personal goals and achievements, meaning that you have to balance out your life in order to keep a clear mind. you may have realised that this person was not reciprocating your energy or that you deserve better treatment than whatever this person was giving you. they’re mad about your own self-governance. you seem to be prioritising yourself and demanding fairness in your connections and general life. you could have focused on them and invested too much energy into helping them, which resulted in you realising that you need to put a lot of that energy back into yourself. this person knew that they were taking advantage of you in some way, and they’re just mad that you’re more aware of what’s fair and what’s not now. meaning that they can’t use your energy for their own benefit.

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• pile two •

who’s mad?

cards: 8 of cups, 3 of swords, the devil

wtf is going on here, pile two? this person is someone who definitely isn’t in your life anymore. this person was emotionally overwhelming and maybe even manipulative, so you walked away for the sake of healing. but i feel like this is someone who’s still trying to manipulate your energy or bind themselves to you continuously. even after walking away from them. the devil shows that this person is possessive. they have some weird ass obsession with you and it’s almost like they feel as though they need to still have a say in your life. this could be a capricorn or scorpio placement. if you haven’t walked away from them fully, then this is someone who you experienced some type of transformation with. a permanent change to the connection that you have with them. they may be responsible for inflicting pain that deeply affected you, or maybe even trauma/triggers. i feel like this is someone who’s mad that you’ve managed to drag your issues through the mud and use them for self improvement or self discovery. this person is someone who could have abandoned you multiple times in the past, but it seems like you’ve abandoned them this time around. and they’re mad about it. while also feeling powerless.

why?

cards: 3 of cups, 2 of pentacles, the wheel of fortune

your life seems to have done a complete 180 (or it seems like it’s on the trajectory to that) because things are turning in your favour. they’re mad because of your connections with other people too (maybe they’re evil eyeing your friendships). and this is because you’re now very selective with who you invest emotional and physical energy into. there’s an energy of exclusion too, so perhaps this person also doesn’t actually know what’s going on in your life because they’re disconnected from it. there’s also something about other people “singing your praises”. if you have mutual connections with this person, there are multiple people who talk very positively about you. that makes this person big mad 😂. i’m hearing that it seems like you’ve effortlessly won a situation (particularly a social situation) too. without even trying. i heard that this person feels like you have the upper-hand constantly. and like everything constantly works in your favour.

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• pile three •

who’s mad?

cards: 6 of pentacles, the hermit, knight of swords

this is someone who you spoke a lot of truth to about their expectations or their codependency on you. they may be someone who almost begs for help or attention constantly (similar to pile one), and they’re usually not willing to do some soul searching and focus on realising what they need to learn in certain aspects of life. it’s like they expected you to direct them and tell them what to do. to give them the wisdom that they felt like you held. this is someone who could be quite isolated and lonely, focused on pessimism more than anything. either pessimism or maybe they’re depressed. i’m also seeing that they could be someone who uses materialism and money as a way to avoid loneliness. they could be a giver themselves in some way, but they definitely feel quite alone and maybe even lost and in need of help.

why?

cards: king of cups, 2 of cups, judgement

this person is mad because of some type of awareness about a particular connection that you have with someone. maybe you’re someone who isn’t very emotionally expressive, but you’ve found a reciprocal connection with someone else. this person also may feel like they were judged by you in some way, or perhaps that they were discarded for someone else. this person could also be upset about your connection to a king of cups (a masculine water sign or a masculine, emotionally stable person in your life. this could be a partner or a brother). idk what that’s about. this person is definitely mad about some type of connection that you have with another person though. and also they’re upset about your ability to realise something on your own. your insight triggers them for some reason. also how you can “rise from the ashes”. you seem to know how to rebirth yourself and close out cycles in your life for the sake of protecting your peace - as well as someone else’s.

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[septnanis]

“Fuck,” Riku swears the minute he drops the full cup of coffee on the ground. The cup shatters, his boots are covered in coffee but it’s the harshness of how he swears and the instant draining of color in his face that has Sora out of his seat in an instant.

“Here, let me,” Sora says and reaches for Riku’s hand, who surprisingly recoils with a hiss.

“Don’t…” and it’s just as harsh as him swearing.

When Sora pulls away Riku seems to realise how harsh he sounds and he sighs. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“Let me help,” Sora says. He’s a little on the defense because he’s not used to Riku being like this but he gentles his tone regardless. “It’s just coffee!”

Riku leans against the counter so he can bend over to clean but Sora stops him with one hand, and waves his other, concentrating the spell as best he can.

The coffee evaporates and the little shards of the cup pull together in a scrape of porcelain like magnets. Sora bends down to pick the cup up and holds it aloft.

“Not bad, huh?” Sora asks and Riku grins.

“You’re getting a lot better at that,” Riku says with a fond tone. “You’re gonna give the brooms at Yen Sid’s tower a run for their money.”

Sora laughs, but his eye is drawn to Riku’s hand. It’s shaking, in a stunted way, like Riku is clenching down to stop it from shaking.

“Cleaning spells are actually pretty easy,” Sora says and reaches out to take Riku’s hand in his own. “It’s kinda funny, they’re a lot like healing spells. You gotta focus on something…” he looks at Riku’s hand and narrows his eyes at the slight tremble despite his grip. “And try and make it whole again.”

The healing magic flows from Sora’s fingers into Riku’s hand, curling around it like gold and green gentle vines, sparkling against their skin.

“You can’t fix everything,” Riku says, looking down at their joined hands and then at Sora’s face.

“Nope,” Sora says. “But I can try!”

A moment of silence drops between them, so thick it feels like even time slows down. There’s only a few inches between them and it takes everything in Sora not to just step forward.

If Riku didn’t want him to, surely he wouldn’t be looking at Sora like that.

Instead, Riku inhales sharply and steps away. Far enough away that even their hands disconnect. It leaves Sora feeling a little bereft and confused.

“I’m sorry,” Riku says again. He apologises too often. “It feels a lot better now. Your magic is something else.” He halts a moment and looks at Sora the way he was before and it makes Sora feel less bereft and more like he’s going crazy. “You’re something else.”

“Riku…” Sora says, trying to close the distance again. “You can… you can ask for help, you know? I’m your friend.”

Riku smiles, a small thing that makes Sora’s head spin a little. “I know,” he says. “Thanks, Sora.”

He turns and leaves the room, Sora almost wants to go after him, tell him something, anything. Instead he lets Riku leave and feels a little silly for feeling so much over such a small interaction.

Sora picks up the cup that had fallen to the floor and runs his finger over the lines that remain despite it being fixed.

He sets it back down and decides he likes it better this way.

(This was written because I saw a post about Riku’s injuries. The idea of Riku having chronic pain due to injuries is both sad and interesting to me because you know he’s gonna treat it like some cross he has to bear.

Sora is always a powerful magic user in my writing and he would definitely use it constantly to help his friends with the most benign issues.

Also, I cannot even begin to explain how much I loathe the widespread fanon that Roxas thinks it’s funny/great that he permanently injured Riku.)

#soriku #kh riku #kh fic #kh sora

[onlyfreds]

Seriously Moony? | (Young) Remus Lupin

Title: Seriously Moony?

Requested: Yes/No

Description: You’re James Potter’s sister. You’re also dating Remus Lupin…behind James’ back

No one would have thought that it was possible for James Potter to be your twin brother.

The two of you were polar opposites, it was a wonder how the two of you didn’t annoy each other every minute of every day.

Long story short, you and James got along quite well. This also made you an honorary member of the Marauders, even if you didn’t participate in your antics as much.

The only problem was, you were dating one of his best friends - Remus Lupin behind his back.

How could you not even fall in love with him in the first place? He was so sweet, kind and caring. If there was even the slightest chill in the air, he would immediately pull one of his sweaters over you. While the two of you were on a study date, he would just nudge you and hand you a piece of chocolate from under the table. And whenever the two of you were away from James’ prying eyes - he would find all the excuses to hold you as close to you as possible.

James raised a brow at you when you appeared in the common room, “Who’s sweater is that?” 

You stopped in your tracks, realizing that you were still wearing Remus’ sweater that you had “permanently borrowed” from him, “Mine?” 

James laughed, “Yep, doesn’t fool me sis. You don’t have a brown sweater.” 

You looked at Remus who was trying to hide an amused smile, “Says who? What if I have a sweater that you don’t know about?�� 

“Actually that sweater does look familair but I can’t remember where I saw it.” Sirius furrowed his brows, trying to rack his brain for the memory.

“You know it kinda looks like one of the sweaters Remus has.” Peter said.

James laughed, “C’mon Peter, why would she be wearing Moony’s sweater? It’s not like they’re dating.” before he deadpanned, “You’re not dating right?” 

“James, that’s just ridiculous. You would have my head if I so much gave your sister flowers, much less date her. Besides what if she just bought the sweater?” Remus said in a no nonsense voice before opening the book in his lap. 

“It’s a good thing one of you has some decent common sense.” You said, turning to go up to your dorm but not before you looked at your boyfriend who smiled and shot a wink your way while James started to get occupied with Quidditch talk.

–

“For a second there, I thought James had figured it out.” Remus chuckled as the two of you relaxed behind the shelves in the library, leaning against the shelves with your hands intertwined. The chances of James finding you here with your boyfriend were low.

You laughed, “James wouldn’t be able to take a hint even if it danced stark naked in front of him.” 

Remus laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “You’re adorable, you know?” 

You giggled, brushing a stray brown lock away from his eyes, “You’re more adorable.” 

He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours before pulling your lips into a kiss. 

Smiling into the kiss, you cupped his face in your hands as you returned the same passion and eagerness he was giving you.

Disconnecting your lips for a moment to breathe, Remus dived back in, pulling you in to straddle his lap as he devoured the feeling of his lips pressed to your soft ones.

You never wanted to leave that moment, you just wanted it to last forever. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible when you heard footsteps heading in your direction.

Immediately scrambling off Remus’ lap, the two of you stood up as Madam Pince rounded the corner, making it seem like that nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Feeling her gaze on the two of you, you said, “You know, I get that Romeo and Juliet dying is what makes the whole thing tragic but its just stupid.” 

Remus furrowed his brows, trying hard not to laugh, “How so?” 

“Juliet fakes her death and tries to tell Romeo about it so that they could escape together. But, Romeo wasn’t informed of the plan and therefore kills himself which causes Juliet to do the same. If the two of them just snuck off at night and eloped then they would’ve got the happy ending they wanted.” 

“You do have a point there.” He agreed.

Madam Pince walked on back to her desk and once she was out of earshot, you and Remus burst out laughing.

“What?“ You managed to ask through fits of laughter, “You have to admit, it was pretty smooth.”

“Your lucky that I’ve read Romeo and Juliet or else I would’ve just stared at you blankly.” He said.

You grinned, stepping on your tiptoes to peck his cheek, “Lucky for me I have a boyfriend who adores reading then.”

Remus rolls his eyes with a fond smile before cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a tender kiss.

—

“You know,” Lily suddenly said from the vanity in front of you, “you and Remus would honestly make an adorable couple.”

You almost spit out the hot chocolate you were drinking all over your novel, “Sorry, say what now?”

Lily merely gave a teasing smile, continuing to brush her hair in front of the mirror, “I’m just saying. You and Remus are basically like two pieces to the same puzzle.”

Raising a brow at her, you asked, “Did James put you up to this? So he could find out my reaction or something?”

“What?” Lily spun her chair around to face you, “Of course not. This is just my way of telling you to just admit your feelings for him.”

“Lily.” You deadpanned, trying to hide the smile that would pave the way for Lily Evans to read you like an open book, “You’re literally one of the top of the class. But that idea is just plain stupid.”

The red-head shrugged, “I’m just saying. Besides, wouldn’t it make the two of you happier once you finally get together?”

She paused for a moment, before giving you a look of suspicion, “Unless there’s something you’re not telling me?”

You shook your head immediately, turning your attention back to your novel - hiding the smile from her, “Why would I hide such a thing?”’

—

“Lily’s on to us.” You mused, looking up at your boyfriend who was reading by your side at the Black lake.

“Really?” Remus asked, not looking up, “Not surprising if you ask me.”

You chuckled, turning back to your own book, “I know. I’m actually surprised it took her this long - did you say something to her?”

“Before you blame me, try imagining how scary Lily Evans looks like when she’s threatening you while yielding a chocolate bar like a knife.” He said.

“Now I’m imagining it, I can’t really blame you.” You shrugged, “But what did you say?”

Remus grinned sheepishly, a light pink hue painting his cheeks, “Something about making progress on asking you out and all.”

“Then?”

“Then she gave me the chocolate and walked out of the common room with that smug and satisfied smile that basically says that she knows something.”

“Well, it’s not like Lily flower will go babbling on to James right?“ You said.

Remus laughed, “I have a feeling that she won’t tell him out of sheer spite and just to mess with him and make him suffer in general.”

—

“Do you have any plans for tonight, my love?” Remus asked, pecking your cheek as he appeared in the common room. 

You giggled, “Nothing in particular. Why?”

“Well,” He said, the smile not leaving his lips, “the boys have detention tonight, so I was wondering if you wanted to have a little date?”

“If there ever comes a time that I turn down that offer, please bring me to St. Mungo’s.” You joked, pressing a brief kiss to his lips.

—

You and Remus were cuddling on the couch, having just finished with your date.

“You know,” he said, kissing up your neck as you straddled him, “they wouldn’t be back for another hour or two.”

You hummed, leaning back a bit to give him more access as you held on to the collar of his shirt, “And what do you suggest we do to pass the time?”

“I think you have an idea.” He whispered as he  captured  your lips in his and slipped his tongue past them.

The both of you were too caught in the moment to notice the common room door swing open.

“WHAT IN MERLIN’S BEARD IS HAPPENING HERE?” 

You literally jumped out of your boyfriend’s lap as the two of you guiltily looked at your fuming brother.

Sirius, on the otherhand, was beaming - “Amazing job Moony!”

But even Sirius was scared at an angry James glaring at him, “I mean, I’m very disappointed in you.”

Lily just skipped towards the staircase leading to the girl’s dorm, “I really have nothing to say except for one thing: I knew it!”

James glare never wavered as he said, “The two of you - up to my dorm. Now.”

The two of you followed suit, not wanting to make his wrath even worse.

Once the door shut behind James’ back, you tried to explain, “Look James,”

“Seriously Moony?” James interrupted, glaring pointedly at your boyfriend, “Out of literally everyone here - you just had to go for my baby sister.”

“Excuse me, we’re literally twins.” You huffed.

“Doesn’t matter.” James said.

“It does.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “And may I remind you that I’m older? By literally 10 minutes.”

“So,” James continued, completely ignoring you as he turned back to Remus, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“James-“ you started to say when Remus squeezed your hand and reassured you that he can handle it.

“What do I have to say for myself? I love her.” He answered, “I tried to bury these feelings away but you, of all people James, knows how hard it can be. As long as a love is genuine and sincere - it’s hard to hold back.”

“I could easily say that I love Y/N with my whole heart. And nothing can change that.” Remus said.

“And you?” James asked, turning to you.

“Now you ask me for an explanation after basically shushing me for the last five minutes.” You deadpanned.

Rolling his eyes, he said, “Go on before I change my mind.”

“So, you know how you would tease me when we were younger because I would always dream of the type of romances in the muggle books and movies.” You said before interlocking your hand with your boyfriend’s, giving him an adoring smile, “Here’s to say I proved you wrong.”

“But the thing is, loving Remus is so much better how love is portrayed in the movies and books. Looking at him, I feel like everything in the world is right and nothing could ever go wrong with it.”

James went quiet, taking off his glasses and wiping the smudges off of it before speaking up again, “As much as the two of you are sickeningly adorable - I approve.”

“But please don’t hurt each other.” He added, “I will not be able to choose sides.”

You smiled, flinging your arms around James’ neck to pull him into a hug, “You’re the best brother ever!”

He chuckled, patting your back, “I know.”

#remus lupin x y/n #young remus lupin x reader #young remus imagine #young remus x reader #young remus lupin #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin imagine #marauders #marauders era #the marauders

[blueberry-patches]

The Cursed Immortal

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters. … Or maybe you can! You should submit a murder proposal to my assistant, in that case. Could make you very, very rich.”

Here I Am by The Crane Wives - current character song

“From this day forth, your body will be eternally unaging. You shall have no need to fear anything which can strip life from mortal kind. No illness nor injury, no poison nor weapon, no magic nor curse - whatever may try to strike you down, you will always rise again at the coming of the dawn.”

A knight/warrior/hero born in the mid Bronze Age who had the favor and ire of many gods and sorcerers. A powerful demigod "blessed" them with an ability that brings them back to life no matter how they die. Old age, illness, poison, injury, hostile magic - nothing can kill this individual and keep them down. At first, this blessing was seen as a boon to them. But as more time passed and they realized this meant they would inevitably watch every mortal they would ever meet die, they came to resent it.

To say these deadly things have no effect would be wrong, as well. If you cut off their head, then their head will still be very much cut off. If you poison them they will go through the course of it until they die. If they contracted rabies they would die from that as well. They’d just get up again at the next dawn, in the same physical state they had been when the blessing was first placed. They remember the pain and sensations of whatever killed them, but they do not suffer cognitive or physical decline from these deaths. Their body has stopped aging simply due to the fact that cellular death and regrowth has reached an equilibrium to prevent true death. However, they do not have an accelerated healing factor - just immunity from death. They can and do scar, although scars acquired after the blessing will disappear if they die and resurrect. Sometimes, they will choose to kill themselves rather than wait for a serious injury to heal naturally.

Due to being functionally immortal, they have acquired a massive fortune from thousands of years of mercenary work. They have been at the right hand of kings and emperors, and they have lived for decades in the wilderness. As more and more time passes, they go through longer periods of being connected and disconnected from humanity. They have spent the past 90 years searching for a way to die permanently, but they’re beginning to get bored of it. In modern times, they’re an absolute legend. They’re the best mercenary and bounty hunter in the world, both mundane and magical.

Anyone who’s anyone in magical, mercenary, or black market circles knows about the bounty they placed on themselves. If you can kill them in a way that they can’t come back from, and they manage to stay dead for a week, then their entire fortune will be yours. However, you have to present your murder plan to them Shark Tank style. If it’s all things that have been tried before, they’ll maim you for wasting their time. They’ve recently hired an Executive Assistant to manage murder applications, so they don’t have to waste all their time in murder meetings. They and their EA have been working together for 7 years now. When the EA was first hired, it was because the Cursed Immortal had put out a Billy Mays-style infomercial ad for the bounty on their own head. EA responded and told them they would need someone to manage all the applications and, in the event that someone managed to truly kill them, the estate transfers. EA will get 10% of the fortune upon their death.

Morally, they’re rather gray, but they’ve never slipped into true evil. Somewhere between Chaotic Neutral and Neutral Good in modern day, although many think they’re True Neutral and care only for themselves and those they’ve claimed as their own. When they initially received their blessing they oscillated between Lawful Good and Neutral Good, depending on whether the laws agreed with their own personal code. In modern day, they can count the number of living people they actually give a shit about on one hand, with fingers to spare. They respect quite a few people, but that doesn’t mean they care about them. Anyone who crosses them is killed without mercy. They believe that sometimes the most good you can do for someone is putting them out of their misery. And sometimes, the most good you can do for the world is killing a bastard who deserves it.

Very much the type of person who, if someone said to them “If you kill a murderer then the number of murderers in the world remains the same,” they would just respond “Then don’t stop at one, obviously. Kill several murderers, get some serial killers or mass shooters. Way less murder victims with vengeful ghosts will be around if you keep that up for a while.” “But then you just have vengeful ghosts that were violent killers before dying!” “Yeah, so then you kill the ghosts, I dunno why you aren’t getting this still.” “You can’t just kill ghosts!” “Maybe you can’t. Sounds like a skill issue to me.”

They do, in fact, know how hard it is to kill ghosts. But they also like pissing off people that annoy them so the banter works great for that. Personality like a blend between Slade Wilson, Gregory House, and Odysseus.

#my characters #my ocs #writing wip #suicide mention #death mention

[notabled-noodle]

What is rigid thinking in autism, and how is it different from rigid thinking in non-autistics? The resources online claim rigid thinking is about not liking the opinions of others and change, but is that not also true of non-autistics? Also, I thought everyone was rigid in their thinking. People do not like to change. Is that not how so many social rules became permanent? Because people refused to change even when better information came along? Is it only considered rigid when it goes against established beliefs or when it annoys people?

I have never lived life as an allistic person, so I cannot tell you exactly how their brains work, but I can tell you how autistic rigid thinking works for me:

hanging on to certain beliefs or way of doing things even when I’ve been proven that they’re not effective (I agree that allistic people are often the same, but not to the same extent)

not being able to step outside of my framework of thinking and see another perspective unless I’m directly told to (I can’t even imagine that other people HAVE thoughts most of the time)

taking it overly personally when someone thinks differently from me — it can be hard to disconnect my thoughts from who I actually am

learning one set of social rules and trying to apply it to every situation… and then getting angry when it doesn’t work out in my favour

sticking to strict definitions of particular words, even when those words have a different social/cultural meaning (e.g. “a couple” must ALWAYS mean “two things”)

I understand what you mean about everyone having some degree of rigid thinking patterns, and most people do have particular thoughts or beliefs that they hang onto. but when it comes to autism, a lot of these end up being rigid to such an intense extent that it is definitely to my detriment.

there is a degree to which rigidity is defined by existing social norms, but there’s also a degree to which it can just be excessive. in a way, it doesn’t matter what the belief is… just that the brain can’t let it go. a lot of autistic people do hang on to a lot of social norms to a greater extent than is necessary or helpful — e.g. not being able to let go of ideas around purity culture.

I hope this makes sense! feel free to send follow-up questions if it doesn’t!

#asks #autism

[27emailsicantsend]

it’s kinda crazy that pws WANT ej to get a job at the school line do they really think that if somehow they make it out of s3 still together or back together they’ll make it out of s4 together? he may not be her teacher but he’s going to be a 19 year old teaching assistant and working at the school his junior gf GOES TO. that is weird no matter how you look at it

Exactly! Like I said in the previous post, she even stated herself that it creates this weird power dynamic between them. So not only is he an adult, but it could also create bias in casting. On the other end of that, I worry because they’ve broken up, if it isn’t mutual that it could still cause issues with EJ helping with theater. I say this because I don’t know that it will be mutual. The difference between R*ni and P*W is history. Ricky and Nini knew each other since kindergarten. They had this deep bond that helped them to understand each other a lot better than most people. (Gina still holds the torch for understanding him the best though ;) he said so himself when they discussed being the only people they could talk to about certain things). So their fights, while still very hostile, were because they wanted to care for each other but Ricky cared too much and Nini wanted to give more to herself. That care and deep history made their break up a lot more amicable. They will always love each other, but I think in a much more platonic way. P*W, on the other hand, was fast and used to heal deep WOUNDS. There wasn’t a lot they knew about each other and when push comes to shove, they couldn’t even communicate that. At least Ricky and Nini sort of… yelled their hurt at each other? P*W has no insight into each other as to why they act or react certain ways. They haven’t had the hard conversations or seen the sticky sides… they only know a shallow infatuation. This could cause more aggression in the break up and not as mutual of a close. If that happens, there could be some very hurt feelings portrayed by EJ as a director, which is still biased!

Also, he is an adult trying to figure out his life. I think him being in the drama department can help with that. But I would hope that he WANTS to go to college and date college girls and just pursue more of an adult life. By the time I was 18, I was SO excited to be an adult and on my own. I still had friends in high school I came back and visited a couple of times, but it was like this unexplainable mentality that happened when I got to my senior year that I was at the end. It was like I just knew it was time to grow up and move on. I felt disconnected from high school and ready to start the next phase of my life. So I am surprised he doesn’t feel more that way because a lot of seniors do, even if they don’t know what is ahead. They just know they’re ready to move on.

And lastly, she’s a minor!! She’s 16 and he’s 19 and I’m tired of Mickey Mouse shows trying to say that’s ok because it’s not (cough *josh*ya* cough). <- that shouldn’t need further explanation though.

And I know what antis could say: what if it was Ricky?? What then? I’ll tell you what. I wouldn’t want him working at the school. I would want him off discovering himself and learning who he is. Which is a little heart wrenching to say. When Gina graduates, I would pray they find their way back to each other. I don’t find it AS drastic of a difference with their ages because she’s 17 and he’s 18, but they are technically in different life stages if Ricky has graduated and she hasn’t. Am I sad thinking about them breaking up for a year so Ricky can experience adult life? Yes. But do I believe that people who are meant to be together find a way? Especially in a show where the narrative can literally be written? Yes. Maybe him being on his own post high school and then her for a little bit after she graduates is what they need to solidify they want to be together no matter what. Even as adults and making permanent life decisions. That place in their heart lingers for each other no matter what and they find their way back after doing literally everything that could distance them. They still come back together. I think Rina was always meant to be long game. And by long game, I mean til death do us part long game.

#ricky bowen #high school musical the musical the series #gina porter #rina #hsmtmts #sorry a little ranty #i got in my feels in that last paragraph #Ricky x gina #asks #send me asks

[imbonewary]

How My Multiverse is Set Up

This is spoilers for how my multiverse functions so it'll be under the cut but I really wanted to post it anyways cuz I'm kinda proud that it came together so well. This is also for more than just Undertale but my focus is currently on Undertale anyways so it may as well be. I might update this later, possibly with an actual picture.

It always kinda bugged me that everyone kept making "Sans clones", and while I do have my own Sans character (yes, I'm a hypocrite) I decided to use different characters for some of the more common "multiverse gods", namely Ink, Error, Dream, and Nightmare.

The Watchers are basically a stand-in for me, the Author. Just as I, as an Author, have ultimate control and power over the multiverse I have created in my head, the Watchers have unlimited power, constrained only by their own creativity and near single-minded desire to "watch a good story”. Other Authors exist, interacting with their unique multiverses (whether they realize that’s what they’re doing or not), which the Watchers can look at, and even gain inspiration from, but cannot touch or influence; if they want to interact with it, they have to generate their own version of the source material. This includes Authors of EVERYTHING, “fan” made or official content, meaning that the Watchers are responsible for creating AUs for everything as well, not just Undertale, though contact between AUs is kept to a minimum and Crossovers are very carefully curated.

The Watchers decided to delegate their responsibilities as Author into Four entities, known as The Watchers’ Hands; these are Kreo (Kris), Roots (Flowey), Remaster (Gaster) and Nightmaster (also Gaster). Remaster, or Rem Gaster, further split himself into two beings, Lucid (Papyrus) and Dream (Sans), who work together to accomplish Rem’s duties.

Together, they all look after a place they call Void Town, which is a hub for all of the AUs I, the Author, have created. Most are kept distinctly separate, even if they start from the same source material. Old or abandoned AUs are “pruned” from existence by Roots, the Custodian and Destroyer of Worlds. Kreo, the Steward of Creativity, will sometimes try to recycle AUs, or pieces of them, before Roots prunes them entirely; this could entail ideas and concepts for places, relationship, archetypes, and even full characters, if they were beloved enough. The Idea Garden was created to store these disconnected ideas, the fruits of which can be used for inspiration later, and one large building in particular, called the Void Hotel, houses displaced characters, hoping to someday receive a “glow up” or reimagining and find a new AU to call home. Some of the more permanent residents of Void Town have actual houses all to themselves.

Crossovers can happen in empty void spaces between full AUs, made from copies of existing AU material that can be manipulated before (usually) being pruned by Roots as well. Occasionally, a crossover will stick around to be used as a playground, which may eventually evolve into a full-blown AU if it receives enough attention.

In general, Kreos tries to keep as many ideas alive as they can while Roots tries to reduce as much “clutter” as possible. Thus, balance is maintained.

Nightmaster, or Nightmare Gaster, could be called the “Guardian of Negativity”, as hardship always follows in his wake. Nightmare himself is a very curious being, constantly seeing how far he can push a character or concept before it breaks. He is responsible for creating the kinds of environments that spawn darker stories, like Underfell, but sometimes he goes too far, creating places like Horrortale, and even set in motion the events that would lead to Serif’s creation. Nightmare took a near-canon Undertale AU and basically stripped Guile (Gaster) of every ounce of empathy he had, just to see what would happen, then moved on to JumbleTale to test his results on a larger scale, making [JT Gaster] live long enough to engulf most of the Underground in his experiments.

Lucid and Dream were unable to completely undo Nightmare’s work but they could help give these stories a happier ending by working through the hardships Nightmare had created. They interfered just enough to get [JT Flowey] and Lucky Papyrus to erase [JT Gaster] from existence, along with much of what he created, leaving the world to heal on its own for a while. Seeing it struggling to move past the collective trauma, they decided to save Serif from his repetitive fate and insert him into JumbleTale instead, hoping to solve both problems at once. They also connected the Reset Power to the Barrier’s existence so that it would be gone as soon as the Barrier was broken; they understood the usefulness of Resets but have seen it abused so often that even the ever optimistic Lucid is wary of it. This is also why they resurrected Buttercup Chara, attaching her soul to Hero Frisk, in order to temper his psychopathic ways. Lucid and Dream are now rather invested in making sure JumbleTale gets its happy ending and Serif has been brought to the Watcher’s attention.

In general, Lucid and Dream are in a tug-of-war battle with Nightmare over how much peace or chaos is introduced into the lives of AU inhabitants.

Nightmare also stirs up chaos in Void Town itself, causing strife between inhabitants just because he can. He has a small group of “followers” that stir up trouble as well, evading the “authorities” appointed by Lucid and Dream to help keep the peace in Void Town. A lot of what they do is fight, with an unspoken understanding that neither group actually wants to kill the others, hoping to just release their pent-up aggressive energy.

Roots and Nightmare don’t exactly get along, since Nightmare’s meddling tends to make more AUs, but Kreo doesn’t really like Nightmare either, since Kreo wants to focus on the AUs already there. Sometimes Kreo will actually ask Roots to destroy an AU if it’s just not working, after taking what can be salvaged, of course. Kreo is more neutral towards Lucid and Dream; peaceful AUs are nice but they aren’t very interesting. Lucid and Dream understand Roots’ job and purpose but still don’t necessarily like what he does. The Watchers are flighty and distractible, always looking for the next cool thing to grab their attention. They create the most AUs, asking both Nightmare and Lucid/Dream for inspiration. Lucid tends to come up with the fun stuff; setting, theories, positive character traits, etc. while Nightmare comes up with the drama; situations for the characters to navigate, tragic backstories, negative character traits, etc. Dream is the realist, acting as mediator between the extremes and finding a way to make it all fit.

In the future of Serif's story, Dream and Lucid intend for Serif to return to his original AU and help fix the damage done there as well, giving that AU a happy ending too. They also intend to have Serif travel to different AUs to fix other "damage" caused by Nightmare, as a sort of avatar or emissary of their will.

edit: i made a picture :p

As for personalities, Kreo is very much based on the quirky goblin-child that Kris seems to be in Deltarune. They also take inspiration from a headcanon I heard about Ink Sans being slightly feral, having “grown up” all alone, so he doesn’t really understand social situations and boundaries. Kreo has very little self-control or shame, doing what they feel like just because they can. This also bleeds into AU creation, specifically early creation being chaotic and uncontrolled until it stabilizes with a more solid trajectory; like a child playing with their toys, throwing everything against the wall and seeing what sticks. They also get attached to their “toys” very quickly, even speaking in the character’s voices rather than their own when they’re “playing as” that character. They rarely use their own voice, but when they do it’s a quiet monotone. Only a few residents of Void Town know of Kreo’s role in creating AUs, which suits them just fine; they prefer to be the weird but harmless kid that watches a little too closely while others go about their day.

Roots takes his custodian job very seriously but that’s the only thing he takes seriously. He’s cruel and manipulative, a very good actor when he needs to be, and only out to serve himself. He is also very secretive and most of the residents of Void Town don’t know what his role is, assuming he’s just another displaced resident like them. Roots plays the part of an innocent little flower boy, even making up a fake backstory as an underswap Flowey (taking a Temmies’ place) but on the few occasions he craves sincere (but positive) interactions, he’ll seek out Lucid. Like most Flowey and Papyrus relationships, Roots tries his darndest to corrupt Lucid, knowing it won’t work, and Lucid believes there is good in Roots, as he understands the necessity of Roots’ job, even if he doesn’t like it. No one is quite sure what Roots’ real body looks like; the flowers he shows everyone are just extensions of the tangled mass of roots and vines under the entirety of Void Town. He can have several “flower bodies” up at once, though this split in attention means he might mix up what he’s saying to who, helping support his Underswap story. There is very little that goes on in Void Town that he doesn’t know about, and he absolutely uses this to his advantage.

As self-proclaimed “Guardians of Positivity”, Lucid and Dream try to help everyone by meddling in established AUs; tampering with codes and probabilities from outside the AU, but sometimes entering the AU physically, when necessary, to make sure the plot progresses how they want it to. They tend to stay hidden, manipulating events from the background, rarely showing themselves to AU residents but occasionally getting caught by those paying enough attention. They are also the driving force of order in Void Town, setting up a system of government and protection that functions separately from themselves, but even after delegating these tasks, the two are just as busy as ever. Lucid is as energetic and eternally optimistic (at least on the outside) as any Papyrus, always seeing the best in a given situation; he knows what results he wants but isn't so naïve as to disregard the reality of getting there. Dream is more realistic, bordering pessimistic if separated from Lucid for too long, but his knowledge of psychology and story beats lets him find a way to manipulate the AU and its inhabitants to get the best outcome available, doing his best to cover the logistics of making Lucid's visions of sunshine and rainbows into a reality.

They could fuse back into Rem Gaster is they wanted to but, after spending so much time apart, they aren't actually sure what Rem would be like. Besides, Lucid and Dream rather like being themselves.

As mentioned, Nightmare Gaster is a very curious monster. Responsible for the generation of a lot of darker AUs, as well as the darker side of lighter AUs, Nightmare creates interesting obstacles for characters to overcome. Which is a nice way of saying he makes life as difficult as he can for everyone he comes into contact with. He is highly manipulative and can be very charming when he wants to be, rarely outright lying in favor of half truths and misdirection. I know I want him to have a small group of "followers" that help him do his job but I haven't decided exactly who those will be just yet.

The Watchers use plural pronouns and speak as if they are a collective group, generally embodying the thoughts of myself as author and the people that look at my creations. As mentioned, the Watchers' only goal is to "watch a good story" with interesting characters, good development, and surprising twists. While technically omnipotent, they are able to narrow their perspective so as to enjoy their "good story" as it happens and not just all at once, like I do as the author.

#serif #shifting sans #undertale #jumbletale #alternate universe #kreo #roots #rem #rem gaster #remaster #lucid #lucid papyrus #dream #dream sans #nightmare #nightmare gaster #nightmaster #the watchers #multiverse #theory

[death2you]

tumblr user death2you talks about dbd again.. -__-

i was watching one of azhymovs’ videos and i think the questions he brought up in this video is really interesting && i wanna give my own thoughts about it :3 

can the entity create life? if so, how complex?

i don't think that entity can really create life in the typical sense. i think most likely, all the things that it has 'revived' is just a meat puppet with the personality and appearance of the thing being revived rather than the Actual person or thing. so, for example, victor is not really alive in the realm; he's just a puppet made from charlotte's memories (similarly to how the different maps in the realms act. like they're not the Real place, but a place formed from killers' memories) and if they were to escape from the realm, i dont think victor could survive outside of it, since he's from the entity herself. the entity could definitely heal people, considering she snatched killers and survivors from the brink of death, but the most important thing is that they weren't dead Yet. most were on their last legs or simply fell unconscious due to blood loss, but they were still technically alive, so it was easier for the entity to heal them back to full and then more. 

furthermore, i dont think the meat puppets that the entity creates is complex at all. victor has a set pattern and skillset from when charlotte releases him: he readies up, he screeches, and he attaches onto a survivor, or dies when he gets kicked. there's not really a personality(?) outside of that, unlike trickster or spirit. to a lesser extent, the animals in the realm also just either make noise, or is an extension of the entity herself (the crows) or just sit there to look pretty (maurice). 

do survivors still need to consider human functions?

no ^_^ the entity would probably remove the need for hunger, needing to relieve themselves etc etc. because i really don't think she gives a fuck about all of that in the grand scheme of things. i don't think it would remove the Want for these, though. like a survivor might, in the head, be Really hungry and have a craving for something, but it wouldn't cause their stomach to growl. like an itch you can't scratch because it just doesn't exist. they Could physically eat things though, i just don’t think it would get digested or even go through the organs the way it normally would. similarly, i think she won't remove the feeling of exhaustion and wanting to go to sleep, but not the physical feeling of tiredness. so.. i think the Emotional affects of human functions would still be there but it's a disconnect because the Physical affects aren't. if that makes sense.  && on a similar note: i don’t think their appearance would change unless the entity itself dictated it.. like they’re permanently stuck the exact same as how the entity took them

what do the characters do when not in the trials?

just hang out !! ^__^ i think the survivors mostly keep to the campfire, sticking by each other, talking, hanging out, or just being in comfortable silence as survivors come and go from trials. but sometimes they probably go and explore the surrounding forests, try and see if they can scavenge for plants (as it's mentioned in claudette's (botany knowledge ?) perk that she does do that) and other similar things. also some survivors who like being alone, like jake for example, probably go and sit in the forest by themselves and whatnot...

for killers, i think they hang out mostly in their respective realms and for killers that don't really have their own realms probably 'share' (moreso ignore and tolerate each other) realms with other killers. (so like. hillbilly and bubba probably share a realm as they would both feel comfortable in that type of environment.) & if there’s no realms killers would feel comfortable in, i think they have something similar to the campfire for survivors for them just to hang around at. although i think there’s definitely Less friendships between the killers compared to the survivors, so maybe this wouldn’t really be populated. i think the only outlier is ghostface; i think he would go around the different realms and just be annoying to the other killers lol. i like the idea of him taking refugee in one of the houses in haddonfield, though ^__^ he loves his slashers, after all

what happens to characters when they leave? (what happened to ST?)

ok azhymovs said in the video that the entity and the mindflayer probably had a deal that expired and thus the mindflayer took steve, nancy, and demo back, but thats such a Lameeeee answer, especially since we have a more interesting in-lore answer. they got drained dry and thrown in the void!!!!!! maybe it's because i dont particularly care for ST or its characters, but they just couldn't handle the pressure. sorry. they weren't That girl. and ik in the video, azhymovs said that they just dont seem like the type and im sorry to say but they obviously Were that type. -___- don't be a lameo cus you like the characters. 

#Love. to talk. #95

[mbdailynews]

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[autisticandroids]

anyway if anyone wants to hear my actual reading on what was going through cas' head in 10x22: i think that he was intentionally trying to manipulate dean into hurting him because he thought the guilt from that might snap dean out of the mark's influence and convince him to let them get it off him.

my evidence for this:

in the speech he gives beforehand ("i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world"), he emphasizes how dean's decision to keep the mark will hurt him. this is what he uses to try and convince dean to give up the mark.

there is a distinct disconnect between cas' words and his actions. he says "i don't want to have to hurt you" which is a threat, and he puts his hand on dean's shoulder, which is aggressive and guaranteed to piss dean off in the state he's in. however, once dean starts punching, he only blocks. he never once hits back. the most aggressive thing he does the entire fight is attempting to restrain dean in a callback to the demon dean glowy eyes restraining bear hug. he never once hits him, nor does he even really struggle when dean grabs him. he just blocks and rag dolls.

he does however keep following and provoking dean when dean walks away, despite knowing that it's a fight he cannot win. almost as though he is intentionally looking for dean to beat him up.

he gives dean his angel blade on purpose. like, angels don't actually keep their blades up their sleeves, they're too long. like, they look short because they're short for a sword, but they're like two feet long. if angels had them up their sleeves all the time, they wouldn't be able to bend their elbows. so angel blades are definitely conjured. and it seems unlikely that cas conjured it in an attempt to fight back, because either he was too weak to use the blade when he conjured it, which seems dumb, or he had already conjured it before when he wasn't too weak and not used it. either way, that indicates that he did not have intent to use the blade. additionally, cas' angel blade is the only readily available weapon that can actually kill cas. like, the number of things that can kill an angel is rather small. angel blades and their derivatives, bigger angels, leviathans, the lance of michael, the first blade, seemingly certain spells, am i forgetting anything? anyway, i don't think dean had anything on hand that could have done the job. like, there were probably angel blades somewhere in the bunker, and i don't remember where the first blade was at the time but dean did not have it on him. so if dean had wanted to actually kill or permanently harm cas instead of just beating him up, he would have had to like. get up and go get a weapon capable of doing that. except cas conjured and gave him one, for the specific purpose of offering dean the chance to kill him in order to snap him out of it.

now, this indicates an appalling lack of self-worth on cas' part. he thought it was worth potentially dying just to kind of guilt trip dean into removing the mark. but it also implies a lot more agency in that situation that appears on the surface, and it is what i think he was doing in 10x22.

#spn

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

as the world caves in

A/N: this is my gift for @dangerousducky​ for the @hermbi-discord​ gift exchange!! you said you liked desertduo and hurt/comfort and i kinda went ham. enjoy!

Warnings: canonical character death, temporary character death, ptsd, trauma, cosmic/eldritch horror elements 

Summary: Grian has some trouble settling into Hermitcraft after the events of 3rd Life. But at least he's not alone.

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Grian was tense as he flitted from tree to tree. Scar was below, leading the charged creeper along the path. Every time Scar let the creeper get a bit too close and it hissed, Grian’s heart rate skyrocketed. His feathers might as well have been permanently puffed up now, with how stressed he was getting. Scar paused his movements to reply to something Grian had said, but all Grian could hear was a hiss and a BOOM with a cut off yelp from Scar a few moments later.

Then suddenly, Grian was somewhere else. Nightfall with a circle of friends joking and laughing, in a world destined to crumble into war and madness. A “boy-who-cried-wolf” kind of prank gone horribly wrong. A hiss. A BOOM. It was his fault, his fault, his fault.

Grian swooped down into the hole the creeper had left, feeling disconnected from his body. Trembling hands picked up Scar’s hat, numb fingers tracing along the brim. He fell to his knees, hearing the sound of them hit the dirt but not feeling the impact. Scar was a life down, and it was his fault again.

“Grian?” a voice called, but it sounded muddled. Like Grian was underwater. There was the sound of rocks skittering along dirt as someone slid into the pit and scrambled over to Grian. A set of hands gently took the hat away before those hands- calloused, worn, and warm- grabbed Grian’s. He couldn’t make himself look up to see the owner of said hands.

“I’m sorry,” was all he could get out, voice hollow.

“Hey, it’s alright! I’ve got plenty of charged creepers, we can try again!” the voice said, so cheery and familiar but Grian couldn’t face it. Couldn’t face him.

“I-” Grian started, but it was more of a shallow gasp than the beginning of a statement. He couldn’t get himself to form words, to do anything except sit there numbly as the repeating mantra of “your fault” echoed in his head. A concerned sound escaped the man kneeling in front of him, and he squeezed Grian’s hands.

“Grian? Hey buddy, can you look at me for a minute?” the voice asked softly, and Grian finally mustered the strength to look Scar in the eyes. And he was immediately confused. Because Scar’s eyes weren’t yellow, or red, or even green. They’re brown, soft and concerned.

“Your eyes…” Grian trailed off. Scar smiled a bit, thumbs idly smoothing back and forth over the backs of Grian’s hands.

“We’re not there anymore, remember? We’re okay,” Scar said softly. Grian’s wings finally relaxed a little at that, but a confused frown took over his face.

“We’re… not?” Grian asked. Scar smiled, gentle and encouraging.

“Yup, we’re just outside of Boatem- where you, me, Mumbo, Pearl, and Impulse live,” Scar replied. Grian’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Impulse. He was a double agent, a turncoat, how did they know if they could trust him- wait. He was on their side in the end, sort of… but that didn’t matter. He was just trying to survive, same as they all were. And Scar was right, they weren’t there anymore anyway.

“We’re okay?” Grian asked softly, just to be sure. Scar smiled brighter.

“We’re okay,” he confirmed, pulling Grian into a hug. Grian finally let himself relax, wings curling around Scar slightly as he hugged him back.

“Thank you,” Grian murmured, almost shy to speak any louder. But Scar heard him, squeezing Grian a bit tighter before loosening his hold, leaning back to look Grian in the eyes again.

“I think the creeper for your bebagerie can wait,” Scar said with a grin. Grian couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head fondly.

“Menagerie, Scar. Magical Menagerie,” Grian chuckled as Scar helped him up.

“Yeah, that’s what I said! Catastrophe,” Scar replied, laughing as well.

“With how today went, catastrophe sounds about right,” Grian said, laughter breaking off into a sigh.

“C’mon, let's go home,” Scar said softly, equipping his elytra and gathering up the rest of his things. Grian helped him, and patched up a little bit of the damage the creeper did, before the two of them took off into the sky. As the wind ruffled his hair and feathers, Grian sighed, feeling a bit at peace. Scar flew below him, alive and fine. There was no desert to monopolize, no kings to resent, no limit on life. They were free, they were safe.

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Except they weren’t. Not really. The twisted game was demanded again, with some changes and new faces in the mix. And like a fool, Grian followed their whims and created it again (although he ignored their rule of simply “watching”). It would go better this time, it had to! They had more experience this time around, and the new people would catch on pretty quickly. And they agreed to have different allegiances, new allyships… but Grian couldn’t quite shake the old habits of sticking with Scar at first. He made a new alliance in the Southlands… but even then, it seemed like all roads led to him and Scar. Until it didn’t, and the world fell into chaos as soon as the first permadeath hit (and even that, despite all the changes that had been made, didn’t change much at all either- Jimmy died, and like a canary in a coal mine, signaled the end of it all). Soon enough Scar died, before Grian had the chance to ally with him again. And later Grian was struck down by Scott- the eventual victor who won through loyalty and honor in a world that was built for betrayal and distrust.

But even as they all returned to their respective worlds, Boatem wasn’t free or safe. The moon grew bigger, closer, and the world began to tear itself apart at its approach. They tried everything they could think of to stop the inevitable- but soon it was clear that escaping was the only thing that could save them. Scar built them a way out- but even that didn’t work as planned, and honestly Grian wasn’t sure why he expected otherwise from Scar. They fell into the Boatem Hole one last time… and it welcomed them with open arms.

Grian realized he had been wrong in that respect- Boatem may not have been safe, but what lurked beneath it was. They had all treated the Boatem Hole like it was something to fear, that it was a punishment for digging too deep- but it was meant to save them all along. It had always called to them, luring them to jump in… but it was never out of harmful intentions. It knew- somehow it knew that the world would end. And as he floated alongside his friends, listening to them bicker affectionately as he stared into the starry void around them- he finally felt truly at peace. There were no death games, no danger, just stars as far as the eye could see, and friendship around him.

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[har-rison-s]

pray, do tell

request: If you don’t mind me asking, request for Loki asking the other Loki’s if they have a s/o in their timeline during episode 5?

a/n: hi ! i absolutely ADORE this idea and i hope i'll write it out respectfully :)) i loved episode 5 so much, except for SOME scenes, and i especially enjoyed multiple lokis sitting around and talking, chilling, that's like... my dream place to be. YOU DON'T KNOW THE EFFECT PRESIDENT LOKI HAS ON ME. like it should be studied in labs and schools cos ??????? that feeling when he's on screen was just something else. also ! kid loki holding alligator loki my beloved <3. i'd love to be surrounded by lokis, me and loki actually have the same personality type so they're like... my people. sorry for the rant, hahah ! this one is a bit shorter than my other loki works, sorry about that :/ also it took me like 40 minutes to find decent gifs lmao. happy reading !! <3

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disclaimer: lokis mentioned have he/him pronouns !

Weirded out by what he's seeing, and not entirely sure it's real, Loki can't take his eyes off it, either. The way alligator Loki drinks his boxed wine is just so fascinating to him, yet weird and other-wordly (he knows those well) at the same time. And he's weirded out more by the fact that he doesn't find a variant of him being an alligator strange in any way. He's had a few trying days, as he said himself.

Loki manages to divert his eyes off the creature with horns on its head and looks to the grapes he holds in his hand. He picks small dirt away from the berries and takes a grape into his mouth with ease. The taste reminds him of many things. His childhood, his home, his family... Thor, Frigga, Odin, Sif and the Warriors Three. Asgard. The Gardens, the waters, the Bifrost. Heimdall. Visits to the city, the markets, the celebrations.

Love.

Loki blinks, fooling himself and others by aiming to portray that he's not thinking about anything important. But he is. She was the most important thing to him, and now... Well, maybe during the New York heist, she's still fine, but after Ragnarok... Loki fears too much to think about it.

He wishes he could remember everything with her that followed New York, but all he has of their future is some worn-out tape in the TVA archives. Perhaps even pictures... He wants to live through all they had now, he wishes he could do that most of all. Of course, there's the finding Mobius and helping Sylvie burn down the TVA thing, but upon remembering her, it all falls into the background.

His first love. Not a god, like him, but she was a goddess in his eyes. He smiles now, subtly, at the fond memories of her. He noticed the little moments he had with her in the tape Mobius had, about his whole future. How beautiful she always was, her subtle way of laughing and going about her smiles and giggles, how exceptional and different her clothes always were, how her hair shined in any light...

“Did any of you...” Loki starts to say, and sighs shortly before continuing, thinking he'll probably regret asking it, “did any of you leave a... a lover behind when the TVA arrested you? Prince or princess?” He looks between his variants. Young Loki shoots him a stern look. “Apologies, my liege. You seem too young for that.” Loki bids him a polite smile, but his brain whirs. “How long have you been here, anyway?”

“Don't know. Time doesn't really... exist here.” Young Loki says and throws a salt biscuit into alligator Loki's jaws. “But no lovers in my lifetime, Loki.” He pointedly looks at the older variant of himself, nodding slightly.

“Not yet, at least.” Loki points out and gets scoffs and chuckles from Boastful and Classic Loki. He looks at them with a furrowed brow.

“Oh, you and your grand plan,” Classic Loki shakes his head before taking another sip from his huge cup. Loki only rolls his eyes, but still waits for answers to his question, “well,” Classic Loki downs his drink, “it would be no surprise to you that I had countless partners before I chose isolation. Partners of any kind.” He winks. Loki nods, understanding how much alike he truly is with his variants. “But I feel there is no one truly... truly made for me. Like midgardians would say - 'the one'.“

“In my case, there were many 'the ones',” Boastful Loki says, mocking Classic's use of words. All other Lokis roll their eyes, “I actually feel like every person in the whole universe was made to be with me. I'm just that irresistible.” He smiles pleasantly to himself. Alligator Loki growls again.

“That's another “liar” from him to you, Boast,” Classic Loki nods his head towards Boastful, who only shakes his head and frowns.

“I had my fair share of men and women before I was taken,” Boastful says, “must have been the same for you, Loki.” He looks at him. “Asgard was truly a giving place.”

Loki chuckles, but looks away from his variants. “Oh, it was...” he says quietly, “it was.” His voice grows even more quiet. Young and Classic Loki exchange a look.

“Do tell us, your mischievousness.” Classic Loki urges him. Loki shoots him a nervous look, then he leans back into the sofa and sighs, his eyes strictly focused on his hands.

“I had plenty before I met... one,” he starts to say, “me and her share a past, and, it seems, a future as well. After New York, I am taken to Asgard, imprisoned, but she is there. I fake my death and rule over Asgard as Odin, and she's there. I help Thor destroy our evil sister--”

“Oh, she was a nasty one.” Boastful says, shaking his head. “We used to have a connection, but then she just... I don't even know.” He shrugs. Loki eyes him for a second before continuing.

“We destroyed Asgard, but saved its people, and saved her. We make for Midgard, and she's there with me.” Loki sighs, his eyes gloomy. “And then... Thanos attacks, destroys half, if not all our people, and...” he can't even speak further. His variants share a look, each having quite the correct guess for what could follow after that. Boastful drinks from his cup in an awkward manner. “But I feel like that's another life I lived. Or another me. I don't know, I feel so... disconnected from her, from what we had. Must be the TVA and this... void. And all that's happened, all I've learned about my future.” He sighs again.

“Meeting her again would be a wake-up call, no?” Boastful asks. Loki shrugs, a sad expression on his face.

“Rather a sign that you're real.” Classic Loki says with a wide, true smile. Loki looks to him as if looking at a mentor. “I often felt like the people I loved and the love I had for them, even if it was not reciprocated, were a reminder that I am real, I exist and I can feel all these things.”

Loki considers his words, and then nods along, finding a truth in them.

“After all, love and all other emotions are the human part in all of us.” Classic says. “And it isn't always bad to feel like a regular human being.” Loki can also find truth in those words. Love makes one feel alive, makes you feel like you're on the right path, found the right person, found your purpose. It doesn't always have to be glorious, it can be small, but nonetheless important to you.

“I used to think humans smaller than us, more pathetic and puny, but...” Loki shakes his head, “we, gods, are just the same, really.” He chuckles sadly. “Having quarrels over the stupidest things, being as imperfect as humans... Sometimes I even felt like I was too good, too perfect for something like true love, which is a pathetic emotion that makes you feel all kinds of other feelings, but...” he smiles, “often times I felt like that, she told me everyone was deserving of love, even me.” His smile grows wider.

“She sounds lovely.” Classic Loki tells him with a kind smile.

“She was that, and more.” Loki nods along. Young Loki imitates the sound of a snore and throws a crumpled piece of paper at Loki's shoulder.

“You're making me extremely bored.” He announces and sits straighter in his chair, looking over the mess that is his palace. “Love's boring.” Young Loki throws a juice carton across the room, making a face.

“You are just too young to understand and know it, your majesty.” Boastful says with a wink, and the next juice carton is flying over his head with a snicker from Young Loki. Classic Loki keeps Boastful tight in his seat so an argument wouldn't arise, and Boastful hesitantly restrains, his drink almost spilling over his cup. Loki watches them with a sappy smile on his features, and decides this is a good place to spend eternity at, even without her.

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[random-iz-stuff]

If an Irkan dies but the PAK is still around, the PAK tries to connect to whatever the closest living thing is, right? Can other aliens wear a PAK? I'm assuming the empire would kill them pretty quick. but. I mean it sounds interesting

(avoid comic spoilers if you can I haven't read them yet lol. Put it under a readmore maybe if it becomes relevant)

If the PAK is disconnected from the irken and the irken dies, the PAK will attempt to connect to any (sentient) living being or supercomputer. After connecting, the PAK will overwrite the creature’s brain with the brain of it’s irken user after a few minutes.

But this is only a temporary fix for several reasons.

The first reason is the differences between irken biology and the biology of other aliens.

PAKs draw power from many parts of the user’s biology, including the circulatory system, digestive system and electrical signals from the brain. But PAKs are made to draw power from irken biology, which has exactly two main organs, the brain and the squeedilyspooch (I probably butchered the spelling there), which is one superorgan that contains all of the things an irken needs to live, including the lungs, heart (two of them actually), digestive tract and much more.

Most aliens don’t have irken biology, and instead have their own unique biology, so the PAK can’t properly draw power from them and will eventually shut down completely, permanently killing both the irken consciousness and the body the PAK is connected to.

The second reason is the differences between irken brains and everything else.

I’m not saying irkens are smarter than the rest of the galaxy or anything here. Even here on earth, different creatures have different sized and shaped brains. Just look at the differences between a dolphin brain and a human brain.

Point is, irken PAKs are made for irken brains, and you would have to be insane to try and attach a PAK to yourself if you’re not an irken. Hell, you would have to be insane to attach a PAK that isn’t yours to yourself if you ARE an irken, because PAKs are made for that specific irken’s brain. (Although it might be possible to switch the PAK’s of newborn smeets without issue because the PAKs haven’t properly adapted to fit that specific irken’s brain yet. Once the smeet is a few months old this won’t be possible).

So if a PAK attaches itself to an alien with similar enough biology for it to power itself, it would still be unable to properly access the brain and would destroy both the organic brain and itself trying to overwrite the organic brain because they’re just not compatible. The same thing happens when a PAK connects to and overwrites a supercomputer. After a few hours, it’ll destroy itself because it’s just not compatible.

So in order for a PAK to connect to an alien body without destroying it, it needs similar enough biology to power itself and an almost identical brain structure to the original irken body.

But even if a PAK DOES somehow connect to an alien body and is able to function properly, it’s still only a temporary thing, and will only last for about a week or so until the alien body drops dead for one specific reason:

Irkens undergo surgery so PAKs can be attached.

Seconds after being born, Irken smeets have mechanical implants placed in their spine, taking up the majority of their backs so the PAK can connect to the brain and the rest of the body without getting in the way of stuff like nerves and blood vessels that are too sensitive for the PAK to mess with. These spinal implants are very important because without them, the PAK will directly connect to the brain in ways that may harm the irken’s body, causing things like paralysis, mass amounts of internal bleeding and serious brain damage.

If you somehow connect to an irken PAK with no issues, you will eventually die from the PAK’s invasive connection procedures and general unawareness of what it’s doing because it’s made to deal with irken biology, not other creatures, and doesn’t know the difference between important parts and useless parts when connected to something non-irken.

There’s not much you can do about this because irkens and irkens alone have these specific spinal implants. You can attempt to add your own spinal implants but good luck getting the PAK to use them properly because you’re not an irken, so what an irken views as “important parts of biology that the implants must protect” will be very different from what you consider “important parts that should be protected”.

Not that you’d even know at that point because your brain will have been overwritten by the PAK by that point and your consciousness would have been replaced by the irken consciousness inside the PAK.

Serious Comic spoilers under the cut. Like major spoilers. Do not press read more if you haven’t read the comics.

This doesn’t mean that it’s completely impossible though.

Meet Zib.

He’s a alternate version of Dib that managed to kill his Zim and found a way to put on Zim’s PAK while retaining his human consciousness. And possibly the original Dib from the original pilot episode of Invader Zim.

Humans have a similar enough biology for PAKs to power themselves (although Zim’s PAK did slightly change Zib’s biology for the sake of efficiency), but their brains are structured differently, so Zib had to heavily edit Zim’s PAK to overcome this. Erasing Zim’s consciousness from the PAK and adding in his own while adapting the PAK and adding his own technology so it could work with a human brain instead of an irken brain. (Zim’s still in there somewhere though, he just can’t show himself or really do anything other than become a constant source of intrusive thoughts for Zib).

Zib also got around the whole “PAK damaging his insides” thing by both heavily limiting how much access the PAK has to his body and attaching the PAK to the back of his head instead of his spine, so the PAK doesn’t need to go up, across and through his spinal cord to reach the brain and instead has direct access to his brain by going straight through his head. And all it took was a few straight years of work and drilling two massive holes in the back of his head.

There’s also Fitzoo-Menga, also known as Virooz:

He managed to build his own primitive PAK using a ton of organic brain surgery and a LOT of cybernetics and even managed to take over and began to overwrite Zim’s body. His species has a similar enough brain structure to irken brains, but has very different biology, so he can overwrite the brain, but can’t power the PAK. To get around this, his primitive PAK relies on power from external sources instead of internal biology and must be charged daily to stop it from shutting down, which would permanently kill him.

His primitive PAK is also missing everything but the essentials, meaning basic life support to keep the brain and (when connected to one) body alive and that’s it. No connections to the empire database or technology and no extra equipment like weapons, tools and communication devices.

Which gives us some fridge horror when you realize that Zim ended up trapped him in the body of a creature that cannot move, meaning that he has no way of connecting himself to a power source and will die once he runs out of power, fully aware that he is dying but unable to do anything about it.

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[jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav]

helloooooo!! can i request some headcanons for the demon brothers with a MC that is Non Binary but is afab and insecure about being afab and doesnt feel like they are Non Binary. platonic or romantic either one is fine. thank you. also Jaehee is a Queen period.

I haven’t had Mystic Messenger installed on my phone for like a year and this blog is mostly, if not exclusively Obey Me rn, but I refuse to change my url because it remains true. Jaehee is the best and deserves the world <3

Also don’t mind me casually throwing in some Devildom/Celestial Realm gender headcanons as an intro~

Warnings: Mentions of gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia, insecurity gang rise up. I’ll try and keep it more general since this is meant to be a comfort/fluff piece.

The Brothers With an Insecure (AFAB) Nonbinary MC

As a whole, the Devildom doesn’t really do traditional gender. The variety in demons’ and fallen angels’ appearances makes for such a diversity of body types that markers of femininity and masculinity are easier to disregard. It’s commonplace to provide one’s pronouns along with their name when meeting someone new, and any changes in a demon’s presentation are noted with little more fanfare than a new haircut.

Even angels don’t really get preoccupied with gender: in fact, as MC discovered one day while talking with Luke and Simeon, most barely grasp the concept of what a gender is. Simeon had mentioned that this occasionally resulted in him forgetting the genders of his characters, resulting in TSL being extremely popular among transgender and nonbinary fandom communities.

But MC is not from the Devildom, nor are they from the Celestial Realm. They’re from the human world, with its reductive views on bodies, presentation, and identity. A year in the Devildom can’t erase a lifetime of cissexism.

Some days, it wears on them more than others.

Lucifer

Lucifer is always aware when MC’s self image starts wavering

As someone who has fought tooth and nail to remain true to himself, he understands the struggle of facing resistance to this

But the idea of it coming from within is somewhat foreign to him

Nonetheless, he’ll do anything within his power to make MC feel better

Will calmly, but firmly assert that MC is the only one who can determine their identity

It’s not about how they were born or raised, but who they know themself to be deep down

If it’s their gender dysphoria making them feel invalid, he’ll try and minimize it however he can

Need a different RAD uniform? No problem. Worried about being perceived a certain way? Anyone who stares at MC for too long or even dares to make a comment about their presentation is getting the Lucifer Death Glare.

Physical/body dysphoria? The Devildom has tons of temporary and permanent solutions for that, they can try whatever they’d like

It is vital for the success of the exchange program that all the students feel comfortable and well-accommodated

Also MC is very dear to him and he hates to see them suffering

Mammon

As soon as he notices MC is upset, he is READY TO FITE

Who’s been messing with them?!

What? They don’t feel like they’re really nonbinary? Are they questioning again, or—

Oh. Oh…

Well that’s stupid! What do you mean you don’t “look nonbinary”?! What’s there to look like? Humans are so weird about this stuff, look: you want to know what someone’s deal is, you ask! And their answer? That’s it! End of story, there ya go!

It’s not so simple in the human world, MC tries to explain

Mammon huffs and mumbles something about how it should be, but he can see this avenue isn’t making MC feel better

It seems whatever junk ideas the human world has about gender really gets into people’s heads…

Well, whenever Mammon wants to take his mind off of something, he opts for something exciting! Hitting the casino, making new plans that’ll definitely work this time, maybe even try and pull a prank on one of his brothers…?

But if MC just wants to cuddle and watch some mindless TV or play video games he doesn’t mind doing that either…

Leviathan

Levi knows, without fault, every single TSL characters’ pronouns and identities, if and how they change through the series, and between different media adaptations

He can (and will) list all the nonbinary characters like a gender Pokemon Rap, with special attention on those who match MC’s presentation and/or AGAB

(Not that AGAB is essential or even always available information, but dysphoria is not a rational creature, and Levi is very familiar with irrational emotions)

Would MC say that any of these characters aren’t really nonbinary because of how they look or how they started out? Then why are they any different?

But if something about their appearance is really bothering them, he might have a solution

Cosplay

Well, sort of

Crossplayers use all sorts of techniques to masculinize or feminize their appearance when necessary, and Levi’s pretty familiar with most of them

So if MC wants to try some out to see if it makes them feel more comfortable, he wouldn’t mind showing them! You know… if they’re… interested…

Also double-checks to make sure it’s okay that he calls them his “Henry” and assures them that it’s about the character’s role and personality, and not some sort of gender-based comparison

Unless... they like the comparison? andwouldliketocosplayasHenrytohisLordofShadows??

Satan

Who said this to you, MC.

Names. Now.

Boy gets frothing mad when MC explains it’s a societal and cultural problem, not an individual one, that fuels their insecurity.

If they don’t want to hear an hour long rant about the rich history of human gender expression and identity, they need to cut him off fast

If he could maim the concept of transphobia, he would

But alas, this is not a problem that can be solved (entirely) with violence

So he has to find other ways to show his support

Ask him about any notable trans, nonbinary, or otherwise gender nonconforming figures from human or demon history. He’ll happily tell MC all about them.

But, at the end of the day? In his opinion, there’s one person that shines above the rest

Someone who braved the longest odds, who persisted against the fiercest enemies and even turned them into their closest friends

Who saw others at their worst and sought to bring out the best in them…

*stage whispers* He’s talking about you

If there’s anyone who’s going to believe in the right to self determination and the irrelevance of your origins to your present identity, it’s Satan

And if anyone ever does try to tell MC that their doubts about themself are true?

Just give him their name and don’t ask questions

Asmodeus

So they’re worried about being too feminine? Is there such a thing?

If that’s the case, they can be “too feminine” together

Asmo’s gender nonconformity has earned him praise all throughout his life, so the idea of being ashamed of such a thing is alien to him

But he does know what it’s like to have an audience who expects a specific image from you

And the fear of disappointing them

But gender isn’t a performance

Well, it is, sometimes, poor choice of words: but it’s a performance for you

Asmo presents the way he does because it’s what makes him happy, same with the rest of the brothers

MC shouldn’t be any different

If they’re looking for a more masculine wardrobe or just want a change of pace, he’ll happily help them find clothes that make them feel more comfortable, but his main concern is that they know they’re free to wear what they’d like, act how they’d like, and it doesn’t change who they are

Whatever image they want to make of themself, he can get them there, but only if it’s because they want it, not because it’s what they think they’re supposed to be like, okay?

Beelzebub

When MC first confesses to Beel that they feel like they’re not really nonbinary because of their body, he kinda looks around and gestures as if to say “really? Down here?”

Has MC ever noticed that RAD doesn’t have gendered sports teams?

Yeah, if they separated people by something as irrelevant as gender or Diavolo forbid, sex, people would get seriously injured or worse

There are so many ways to be a man or a woman or a nonbinary person, and they’re not always what you’d expect

Some of Beel’s best teammates and scariest opponents look and act nothing like you’d expect them to

If they’re feeling disconnected from their body, Beel is totally down to work out with them, keep them grounded in all the good their body does for them and that they can do for it

And yes, also the good food their body lets them experience

He also definitely reaches out and gives their hand a lil squeeze if he ever notices them feeling down while they’re out together

He cares for them a lot and just wants them to be happy at the end of the day

Belphegor

Oh yeah, that’s one of the stupidest things about the human world

Belphie remembers being mistaken for a woman a lot when he used to visit the human world, and how confused he was when people got into such a tizzy over his gender

Why waste all that energy on something that doesn’t matter? If you must know, just ask the person and be done with it

It doesn’t matter what they look like

MC is MC

If they say they’re nonbinary, that’s good enough for him

If they don’t want to be touched, especially in certain places tiddy pillow naps, he might get pouty, but he’s all bark and no bite, he’ll respect their wishes

His approach to making MC feel better is more geared towards normalizing their identity

If he accepts it as a fact, then maybe they’ll catch on that people will respect them if they know what’s good for them?

Also, if they hear him mumbling about correct pronouns and punching transphobes in his sleep… No they didn’t. He’s not dreaming about them, he swears...

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