#tragic ending makes sense for the show but it's still cruel

[scoobydoodean]

Everyone (besides the Braedens) is so annoying about Dean in 6.01. In a way, he's almost treated like some sort of exotic animal by other hunters—"the hunter who got out" is considered an impossibility in the hunting world—both from a moral perspective, and from a trauma perspective.

Bobby keeps repeating "You were out" when Dean gets mad at him and Sam for keeping Sam's resurrection a secret, and while there is obviously a loving angle in Bobby wanting Dean (someone he views as a son) to live a long life, the secret is so unapologetically cruel in the face of Dean's grief that Bobby's actions also suggest more personal motivations. This, along with Dean's demand "Good for who?" when Bobby insists he made the good choice, almost lends itself to the idea that this wasn't just about Dean. It was about something Dean symbolized for Bobby. Dean was living proof that hunters could get out, and have families, and live long lives, and this probably soothes something in Bobby as someone who lost his wife tragically right after an emotional betrayal. In "Death's Door", Bobby is implied to have had a vasectomy he never told Karen about. He was the child who ruined everything he touched according to his abusive father, and decided never to have children because of it. Bobby still grieves losing Karen, and he grieves what could have been if he hadn't let his dad get in his head. Like Bobby, Dean is also a person accused of having a corrupting touch, and Bobby is very aware of Dean's self-worth issues (2.22) and I think sees a lot of his own emotional hangups in Dean. So I think it's possible that for Bobby, seeing Dean get to be happy is something Bobby needs... for himself in a sense? While being something he wants for someone he loves, it also just... soothes something inside him, symbolically and personally.

Other characters don't react so positively to Dean as a symbol representing hunters being able to get out and overcome the tragedies that generally bring them into the life to begin with. The Campbells immediately look down on Dean for not being a hunter anymore, treating him as a greenhorn, suggesting he was never meant for the work they do (his features are too "delicate"), poking around his house like it's a zoo exhibit. Sam also joins in, mocking Dean for having golf clubs.

Samuel feigns sympathy, saying he "gets it" because Mary wanted out of the life too, but it's just a little carefully placed pathos before he launches into giving Dean the same speech Mary was likely subjected to repeatedly, telling Dean they need all hands on deck, that he has a responsibility but would rather "play golf" (which is really what shows most that Samuel has zero understanding of why Dean or his own daughter wanted normal lives).

Sam also completely switches up on Dean by the end of the episode, going from justifying keeping his resurrection a secret because Dean was happy, to saying that Dean can't be normal and should return to hunting because he's putting Lisa and Ben in danger by being with them. Of course, soulless Sam flip flops because he doesn't actually care about whether or not Dean is happy. He was going through the motions of wanting Dean to be happy because he thought it was what he should want based on his memories, and he didn't have any emotional need for his brother and therefore no reason to bother him or care that he was grieving someone who was alive. But the moment he saw Dean display the heart of a hero, rushing to try and save his neighbors when all hope was lost, he saw something that he thought would be useful—someone with a heart who might make the "rules" of how to conduct himself more clear. Dean then seemed like a useful asset.

#6.01 #season 6 #pk rewatches spn number ? #do i look like a ditchable prom date to you? #dean and bobby #samuel #the campbells #mary #dean and guilt #the very touch of you corrupts #dont objectify me!

[7-wonders]

After

Michael Langdon x Reader (Mad Love Act II, Chapter XIII)

Summary: What comes next?

Word Count: 6.6k (haha ironic)

A note from the author: Is this my best work? No, absolutely not. But I needed to get from Point A to Point B somehow, and I also wanted to show how we got there. Anyways, hope you enjoy, likes, comments, and reblogs make my world go round.

Content warnings for this chapter include mentions of death, thoughts of suicide, and graphic depictions of the apocalypse/end of the world. Reader discretion is advised.

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One day after

Death is no stranger to you.

You’ve met a few unlucky times in your life and felt the devastation they bring with them when they come knocking every time. Tears have been shed, and mourning has been done, and eulogies have been listened to from the pews. Each time is just as tragic, and each time, you wish to never see death again.

So yes, you are unfortunately familiar with death. What you are not familiar with is the carnage, the totality, that death has ushered in now. Never before have you lost everyone you ever cared about in one fell swoop. Never before has the vast majority of humanity been annihilated with the press of a few buttons. That is a totally new level to the death you thought you knew.

You don’t remember moving to a bed after Michael had revealed to you that this was “his” plan at work. You don’t even remember seeing a bed when you were first deposited here by the Cooperative. But this must have happened, for when you come out of the daze you’ve fallen into after realizing that the apocalypse was real and that everyone was truly dead, you’re lying on top of the covers of a bed. The room in which the bed sits is just as sparsely furnished as the room you originally arrived in. It’s reminiscent of a hotel, and you get the feeling that this is not where you’re meant to be staying for very long.

There are curtains on the wall next to the bed, and curiosity begins to eat at you. Will you see a nuclear wasteland outside the window, some terrible and barren landscape? Or maybe this was all just a sick and twisted dream, and you actually are in a hotel somewhere safe. Sitting up, you pull back the fabric to reveal nothing but the wall. They merely hang for a sense of normalcy, you realize. Your hopes fall along with you as you crash back against the mattress.

It was all real, then. The sirens and the running for your life, being forcefully taken and having to feel as nukes were dropped onto the Earth’s surface. The world ended, thanks solely to the man that you love (loved? Where do you stand now?), and you were saved for no reason other than you being said man’s wife. Your stomach starts to churn the more you dwell on this cruel twist of fate.

Before you can feel sick enough to warrant needing to find a bathroom, someone knocks quietly, and you turn your head toward the sound in anticipation of the visitor. The door cracks open, and Michael sneaks inside. He’s silhouetted by the light of the living room, but you can still see the fond smile he sports.

“Hi,” he whispers, as though worried you might be asleep even though you’re staring at each other. “How are you feeling?”

Did he seriously just ask you that? You want to snap at him, to yell and ask how he thinks you’re feeling, but the fight has leached out of you and been replaced with a heavy exhaustion. You couldn’t come up with something to get your true feelings across even if you tried. So, you don’t try. Instead, you shrug.

“That’s alright. I have a surprise for you.”

“I’m a little scared to see what your idea of a surprise is after today.” Your voice sounds hoarse, both from the strength of your earlier cries and how long it’s presumably been since you last used it. 

“It’s a good one, I promise.” 

He ducks out before quickly returning, holding a lump in his arms. You stare at it curiously, and Michael shifts. Your cat jumps out of his arms and onto the bed, padding across the mattress until she reaches you.

You blink owlishly in disbelief, slowly reaching a hand out until it lands in her soft fur. Fur that feels so real under your touch. She is real. She’s here and safe and in front of you. Both hands land in her fur now, one scratching the top of her head, and she begins to purr in contentment.

Michael chuckles at the sight, and you remember that you’re not alone. It takes you a moment to remember how to speak once you look up at him. “You…you saved her?”

“Of course,” he says like it’s the most obvious decision in the world. “She’s like our child—I would never leave her behind!”

You try to hold it in, you swear. But once you start laughing, you can’t stop. It’s a hysterical laugh, the type that can be confused with sobbing, the two sound so similar. Maybe you are sobbing a bit, and the tears falling down your face aren’t just from laughter. The situation is just so ridiculous, though, that laughter is really the only reaction you can think of.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

“Michael, you just ended the fucking world,” you gasp out in the pockets between laughs. “You killed billions of people, but you stopped to grab our cat before you did?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Michael begins to laugh as well, likely just because you are, and for a moment, things feel almost normal. Then you stop to catch your breath, and reality sets in once more.

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand your priorities again.” 

“My priorities are simple, and they’re the same as they’ve always been. To make my father proud, to create a new world for us, and to love you the way you deserve.” At that last part, he takes your hand and kisses the back of it. Revulsion creeps up your spine, and you gently pull your hand away from him.

“I’m tired,” you say. This isn’t a lie—you are tired, just…tired of him, and tired of your current reality. You sink further under the blankets while gathering the cat in your arms and pulling her under to snuggle with you; something that she’s more than happy to do.

“Okay. I have more work that I have to do,” he rolls his eyes as though dealing with the logistics of a post-apocalyptic world is a nuisance, “so I’ll be a little bit longer. I’ll make some dinner when you wake up. Does that sound good?”

You hope your smile doesn’t look as forced as it feels. “Yeah.”

Michael kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”

Luckily, his phone chimes (wait, his phone still works? You’ll have to ask about that later) before he can wait for you to say it back.

One week after

It takes approximately one week for the radiation levels post-nuclear apocalypse to fall just enough that the Cooperative, with all of its tools and technologies, is able to travel safely.

You spend most of it curled up under the covers, trying desperately to sleep and wake up to a world prior to the end. Every time you open your eyes to your reality, you’re let down once more.

Considering he’s the source of your misery and also increasingly unhinged, Michael is surprisingly sympathetic to your grief. And though you want to push him away, to scream at him that you think he’s evil and that you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to love him again knowing what he’s done, you’re also very, very sad.

Actually, sad feels like too light of a word. You’re heartbroken. Your entire life has collapsed in front of you, burned to ashes, and you’re left adrift. The only familiarity, the only link back to a time that feels like so long ago, is Michael. You forgive yourself as you fall apart in his arms time and time again, clutching onto him as one clutches onto a life preserver while you cry and scream.

You’re once again in his arms when you jolt awake with a loud gasp, fear coursing through your veins and the memory of your friends and family screaming in agony as they were killed fresh in your mind. Michael tightens his grip around you, threading his fingers through yours as you squeeze his hand to remind yourself that you’re not sleeping anymore. As you come to the realization that it was just a dream, you’re hoping that you’ll open your eyes and be back in your bed—not just a bed, but your bed in the manor you shared with Michael. Looking up, you see the metallic gray roof of the armored, impenetrable Cooperative vehicle that’s taking you to the Sanctuary, and not your bedroom ceiling. 

Disappointment curls in your stomach, and you tuck your head into Michael’s chest.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, even though he knows the answer. Your bad dreams are increasingly common and are by now a nightly occurrence.

Regardless, you tell him. “I had a nightmare.”

“I’m sorry.” This isn’t a new routine for either of you. Though it’s been only a week, every single time you go to sleep, you’re tortured with these nightmares. You almost dread falling asleep now, but your body seems to use sleep as a protective response to the fear you’re constantly dealing with.

You look up at him. “I think the worst part is that, when I have these nightmares, I wake up right into another one, one that I can’t wake from.”

“What do you mean?”

“I see those that I love dying, over and over again. And then I wake up, and they’re still dead. Everyone is, and it’s because you killed them.”

“I did.” There’s no remorse in his voice, nothing to say that he’s sorry for what he’s done. You know that he’s not, but you still want to force him to be faced with the reality of what he’s done. For some reason, you still believe that he’ll come to his senses eventually and that he’ll wake up one day horrified by the devastation he’s wrought.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you,” you admit.

“Give it time.”

You don’t say that all the time in the world won’t matter, that you’ll hold this anger and pain and distrust with you until your very last days. Instead, you pose a question. “Would you let me die?”

Michael looks down at you in alarm. “What?”

“You always say that you’ll do anything for me. If I told you I wanted to die, to be with those you killed, would you let me?”

“No.” He pulls you up from where you’re leaning against him so that he can look you in the eyes. Panic is evident on his face, and a sick part of you enjoys it. “No. Why would you even ask something like that?”

Why wouldn’t you? How are you supposed to see yourself going on with everybody gone? Alone in a post-apocalyptic hellscape with the Antichrist? The thought of suicide, of killing yourself to get out of this nightmare and be reunited with your loved ones, has crossed your mind more times than you’d care to admit in the short week since the end of the world.

You know that you can’t, though. You’ve seen Michael’s power at work, and you’ve heard all about the Seven Wonders, both from Mallory and Michael. If you kill yourself, Michael will just use Vitalum Vitalis to bring you back. You’ll never be able to escape him, the monster that is your husband, even in death.

You shrug. “I just wanted to make sure, even though I knew the answer.”

“You’re my wife, my person. I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Guess you won’t have to find out,” you mutter bitterly. 

Instead of answering, Michael puts a hand under your chin and pulls you up to look at him. He kisses you softly on your lips. You want to turn away, truly. Shove him away and declare that your marriage is nothing but a farce now. But muscle memory is a funny thing. Your lips work against his, and even your heart stutters that old, familiar staccato. Your body still holds the memory of your love for him, even if your mind rebels against that. 

“I love you,” he says once more, leaning his forehead against yours.

You don’t say it back, and he doesn’t call you out on it. 

The vehicle shudders to a stop, and Michael peers out through the window. You’ve refused to do the same this entire trip, not wanting to see the barren wasteland you know is outside. After a moment, you start moving again, into a garage much smaller than the one from a week ago. Instead of getting out and going into an elevator, the car itself begins to descend down, down, down.

Michael barely waits for the elevator to stop and for the car to pull into a large, underground chamber before he opens the door and bounds out. He looks around proudly, then turns to you with a grin.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

You’re not, but you nod nonetheless and take Michael’s outstretched hand.

“Home sweet home!”

One month after

The Sanctuary is…nice, you suppose, if you were asked to be completely objective about it. The compound is huge. There are nine different “levels,” because why wouldn’t there be symbolism when it was built by and for the Antichrist? With how deep underground you are, it almost feels like you’ve descended into Hell. You wouldn’t even be surprised if that were the case.

All the stops were pulled out for this project, and no expense was spared. Scientists and engineers and the world’s best and brightest had come together (whether they knew what they were working on or not) to create the technology that would allow the Sanctuary to be self-sustainable. There was plenty of room for new arrivals—though Michael had used the Outposts as a way to get rich fucks to finance the end of the world and had plans on killing them, there were still plenty of survivors who were chosen due to their exceptional genetic makeup, those who would be creating the next generation. Plenty more were important to the “rebuilding of the new world,” and more still were religious fanatics who happily served their lord and his kingdom.

People enjoyed their new lives, for the most part. The devout were more than happy to be in the presence of their savior every day, the Cooperative and their families enjoyed continuing their luxurious lives, and the lucky ones were just thrilled to still be alive. There was always something to do, and everybody had a role to play to keep the Sanctuary running and functioning (everybody except the richest of the rich, but that’s par for the course). Life had moved on, and survivors created a home here.

All except for you. No matter how much Michael tried to make your quarters like they were—it’s almost an exact copy of your former home, and it’s still just as creepy as it was the day that you arrived—it doesn’t feel like home, and it never will. You miss your home, in all its familiarity. The creaky stair on the way up, the house staff that you knew on a first-name basis (you had gotten them all Christmas gifts, and now they would never receive them), and the back of the couch that was a little wobbly from where you fell into it when you and your friends had your last sleepover are just a few of the mementos that you long for every time you wander the halls of your new home.

While everybody else has been finding a new normal in the month since the world ended, what you’ve found is time. Time to think, and rage, and for the grief that’s been swallowing you to subside enough that you can finally focus and think about your situation and what to do now.

What’s become clear is that you can’t give up, no matter how much you want to. So many hours of this first month have been lost to tears and wishes that you could be with those you love instead of in this hell on Earth. So you can’t die yet! What you can do, however, is make Michael’s life miserable.

Since one of Michael’s favorite things in life is, well, you, you’ve decided that you’ll deprive him of that favorite thing. Your method? The silent treatment, which has been going on for basically the entire time that you’ve been at the Sanctuary. Beyond answering questions that need to be answered with the most basic of responses (“yes,” “no,” “I don’t know”), you haven’t talked to him. No in-depth conversations about random topics, no idle chitchat, nothing. It drives him absolutely nuts, and you’re reminded of another person that you once drove nuts with the same silent treatment.

(Oh, Mallory. You still can’t think about her, or any of your loved ones, without crying, and so you try your hardest not to. What you wouldn’t give to be able to give her the silent treatment once more, even if it meant you were kidnapped by Cordelia Goode once more!)

To really hammer home the point that you’re not pleased about any of this and are not just going to roll over and take it, you also attempt to make yourself scarce whenever he’s around. There are plenty of rooms in your “house” that Michael doesn’t bother to check—you’ve made one of the guest rooms into your hideout, and it’s actually very comfy—and you’ve gotten really good at hearing him coming so that you can disappear. You suppose the one nice thing about your house being copied at the Sanctuary is that you still both have separate bedrooms. Where you once loathed to sleep apart from him, now, you crave it.

The best part of this is that you know that Michael’s insanely frustrated. He had an entire vision for how your life post-apocalypse would be, one that involved the two of you in that same honeymoon phase you had found yourselves in before visiting New Orleans. Whereas you had imagined your perfect future as you and he exploring the world, he saw your perfect future as the two of you becoming bloodthirsty monarchs over a world that was yours to mold however you saw fit.

Fat chance.

You can only keep avoiding him for so long, and it appears that tonight is where your luck runs out. You’re sitting in the kitchen and reading, waiting for the timer to go off on the oven—truly nothing really changed about life, except for the fact that it was now underground. You were still able to enjoy frozen pizzas, even! Since Michael’s usually still off doing whatever it is Antichrists do at the Sanctuary at this time, you let your guard down. Your mistake.

He grins when he sees you sitting at the counter, pleased that he finally caught you. “I was hoping to find you.”

Sneakily, he tries to duck in and steal a kiss. You’re quicker than he is, though, and you turn your face at the last moment so that he’s only able to catch your cheek. Frowning slightly, he straightens back up.

“There’s a dinner tonight being hosted by people that aren’t insufferable.” Michael waits for you to answer, to show any sign of hearing him, even though he knows that you won’t break. “I think it’ll be fun, and a good way to meet some new people.”

“Enjoy yourself,” you murmur, keeping your eyes fixed on the book in your hands.

“Come on, won’t you please join me? There’s so much here that I want to do with you.” He tries to take your hand, but you pull away before he can. Hurt, raw and unfiltered, crosses his face. “Why are you ignoring me? I hate this, this isn’t you.”

You scoff. He’s one to talk about sudden personality changes. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“Told me what?”

“Before you ended the world, I told you that I wouldn’t be able to stand by you. That you would lose me. I wasn’t lying.”

Michael groans. “You still don’t understand! I had to, it’s my destiny and—”

“Oh, I believe that you believe that. But it still doesn’t justify your actions, and it still doesn’t change what I said.” You finally meet his eyes. “Physically, publicly, I will play the role of your wife when I am forced to. I’ll stand by your side and wave and shake hands and pretend like we’re a happy couple. Emotionally? When we’re alone? You get nothing. You should consider yourself lucky that I’m even talking to you now.”

His eyes go dark. Not the dark, pure black of the demon that lives inside of him, but dark with a rage you’ve never had directed towards you before. “Is that right? You want to wage this battle against me, the monster you’ve created in your head?”

You stare at him defiantly, refusing to cower now.

“Baby, my love, the one to whom my soul belongs.” Michael showers you with pet names in the hopes that it pisses you off, which it does. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for us. And I’ll continue to do so, no matter how much you hate me for it. You’ll be grateful one day, even if I have to force you to see it.”

His threat has you recoiling, but not because it scares you. No, it’s because this new Michael now follows through on said threats. “Fuck you, Michael. I hate you.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” He smirks, before walking over to the oven and turning it off.

“Hey!”

“You said that I have to force you to play the role of my wife. Well, I’m forcing you. Get ready. We’re having dinner with some people tonight.”

You’ll be honest, you weren’t expecting him to make good on what you said. If you weren’t so blindingly angry, you’d almost be impressed. Glowering, you slam your book closed, screech your stool across the floor as you shove it away from the island, and stomp away. Since he’s going to force you to do this, you’re going to voice your displeasure as loudly as you can, even if it means throwing a tantrum.

Michael smiles as he watches you, calling out, “We’re going to have so much fun!”

For some reason, you don’t believe that.

One year after

There’s a party tonight. A celebration, it’s been billed as. One year since the end, and one year since the beginning of what would become the “new world.”

In the past year, there have been so many changes in your life. But there’s been no bigger change than the one that Michael’s undergone. His hair’s grown longer, with the perfect blond waves falling to just past his shoulders. He’s learned how to do makeup, and he’s started painting red on his inner crease to make himself look more dramatic and intimidating. He’s also grown extremely confident, almost cocky. The world is his now, and he has the bravado to back it up.

You can’t help but think back to when he started to change, the drastic shift in personality after that fateful meeting with Papa Legba in New Orleans. The memory of those last, golden days before everything went to shit is one that you remember often and fondly. If there’s a day where you’re feeling extra masochistic, you’ll force yourself to remember that last date, and how Michael’s eyes shone with joy as he held a firefly in his hands for the first time. When you and Michael were just enjoying being together and making plans for the future. When there still was a future. By now you would have graduated college, and likely would have moved somewhere else to attend graduate school. Secretly, you had been leaning towards the East Coast; you were so excited to watch Michael experience snow for the first time. 

It makes you miss the Michael you once knew, the Michael that you loved. This new Michael feels so unfamiliar, it seems like you’re living in “Invasion of the Body Snatchers.” At least you were able to pretend like it was your Michael when he still looked like himself. Now, there’s no fooling yourself.

Even though you live with a stranger now, you still see shades of that Michael in this one. You still love this Michael, even though you wish with all your being that you didn’t. Oh, you remain furious with him—you always will, probably. But apparently, the whole “soulmates” thing wasn’t bullshit. Despite your best wishes and attempts, you love Michael Langdon.

(Not that he needs to know that. No, you’ll tap into all that hatred whenever you’re near him.)

Though you wish that you were spending today in solitude, so that you can cry without anybody seeing and mourn in your own way, Michael has other plans. He hasn’t backed off on forcing you to play the part of his wife in public. He brings you to events, dinners, parties, and walks through the Sanctuary. The whole time, you’re holding his hand, smiling, and acting like you’re interested in whatever drivel is being discussed by those you’re surrounded with.

In private is a different story. You avoid him, and he gives you your space. You suppose it’s nicer this way; at least now you don’t have to be sneaky and hide any longer. There’s only one time that you let him touch you, and it’s the time that you’re most ashamed.

About six months after the end of the world, your constant fighting with Michael came to a head. You were both furious with each other (only yours was justified) about the same things that you’re always furious about. At some point, as you got in each other’s faces, you stopped yelling and started kissing. It was then that you discovered: hate sex is the best sex. And hate sex with Michael? That’s on a whole other level. 

You’re obviously not proud of this. But it’s a whole new world, you try to reassure yourself when you try to sleep at night, and it’s not as though any of this is out of love. Things are complicated, and you’re trying to forge a new path in life. So if you fuck your husband out of anger a couple of times? Well, you hope Mallory and Kate are cheering you on in the afterlife as you draw blood scratching down Michael’s back. 

Presently, you allow the Cooperative stylists to make you over for the “celebration” that you couldn’t get out of even if you tried. To the inhabitants of the Sanctuary, you’re simply the Antichrist’s wife. What’s the point of trying to prove to them that you’re more than that? you’re reminded of the first time you found yourself in this situation, a whole lifetime ago. How nervous you were. Back then, you fought so hard to not wear the typical Cooperative color scheme. “I want to be me,” you had said. Now, you don’t put up any sort of fight as you’re helped into a black, floor-length gown with off-shoulder straps. It’s not as if you really care anymore. Your entire identity post-apocalypse has been reduced to “Antichrist’s wife”, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You don’t hear Michael enter the room. Instead, you see the stylists bow and curtsy before promptly filing out, and you know that he’s here. Rather than look at him (or roll your eyes), you stare at yourself in the mirror and pretend to wipe away an errant eyelash. You hate Michael’s insistence on everybody treating you and him like royalty. You never wanted to be a queen, and you certainly don’t relish the position now. 

Michael leans on the wall next to the mirror, watching you with a soft smile on his face. Since your emotions are already fried today, you don’t bother risking a fight by ignoring him. When you look at him, his smile widens into a grin, and you yet again catch a glimpse of the Michael that you once knew and loved. It makes your heart clench, and you swallow harshly.

“You look lovely,” Michael says, kissing the corner of your mouth so as not to smear the lipstick that the (admittedly talented) Satanist makeup artist applied.

“Thank you. Are we running late?” You hope that’s the case; you’d love to keep everybody waiting as long as possible, simply out of spite.

Michael checks his watch (yet another thing you don’t understand—how the Cooperative has managed to keep to the traditional format of keeping time) and shakes his head. “Only fashionably, not that it matters. We’re the guests of honor, of course.”

“Goody,” you say dryly.

“Are you not excited for tonight? It’s a party!” He grabs your hand, pulling you to him and swaying with you. “We can even dance. You love dancing.”

Correction: you used to love dancing. 

You shrug out of his embrace and move to put on your (pre-approved) shoes. “I don’t feel like dancing tonight.”

“But we’re celebrating!”

“Celebrating what?” 

The flimsy dam that you had built up to hold your feelings back upon waking up this morning bursts, and nothing can hold you back now. 

“How could I dance on a day like today? The day that everybody died, the day that I became an orphan, the day that I lost all of my friends and family. I mourn today, I dreaded today.” Tears prick at your eyes, and you roll them toward the ceiling to keep them from falling.

“I understand,” Michael says, coming up behind you and placing a large hand on your shoulder. 

 “Oh, you do?” 

Though you inject a healthy dose of sarcasm into your voice, it seems lost on Michael. “I lost people that I cared for, too.” 

He’s right. It had only been a couple of months, but Michael had gotten close with the group that he started playing video games with. Before the blast, you could confidently say that Brennan and his fraternity brothers, Matteo and Jack, were Michael’s friends. He was even friendly with Kate, and cordial with Mallory.

(You thought that time would help to make the absence of your best friends more palatable. If anything, time has done nothing but make that loss so much more bitter. They’re with you in everything you do, and in everything you do, you think about what they would be saying and how they would be reacting. Maybe it’s a coping mechanism, that you’re imagining your dead best friends. But there are no therapists to tell you it’s unhealthy, so until that day, you’re going to keep doing it.)

“You don’t mourn for them, though,” you point out.

“Their deaths served a purpose,” he parrots that old, familiar line.

“Michael,” you snap, so sick of hearing it over and over again.

“What?”

He sounds just as frustrated as you, and by now, you know what’s coming when your tones match in this way. You still don’t have it in you to fight today, so instead, you close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths. Once you safely feel like you won’t blow up at him, you look at him once more. “Nothing. Let’s just go. Your kingdom is waiting, after all.”

He smiles triumphantly. “Our kingdom.”

Because that’s where the issue lies, doesn’t it? He’s proud of all of this—the pain and devastation he’s wrought, the annihilation of the world that everybody once knew. There are no regrets from him, even knowing the individuals that he’s killed. The blood of seven billion people is on his hands, and he loves it.

Michael holds out his arm for you to take, but you refuse, instead marching side-by-side with him. It’s only when you reach the doors to the ballroom that you begrudgingly slip your hand around his bicep. The roaring of the crowd, full of Satanists and members of the Cooperative and those who were lucky enough to make it in, greets you and Michael as you enter the main ballroom.

You’re surrounded by people, but you’ve never felt more alone.

Eighteen months after

After going into the Sanctuary, you honestly expected to be stuck there, underground, for at least five years. Nuclear science admittedly wasn’t your strong point, but you knew enough about radioactive half-lives to know that it wouldn’t be safe enough to be above ground for a long time.

But you forgot about who your husband is, and what his plans post-apocalypse were.

Michael had never been shy about the fact that the Outposts were simply a means to an end. He needed the end of the world financed, and he also needed central locations to quickly get the survivors worth saving to, even if they were far away from the Sanctuary. Hence the creation of the Outposts. What to do about those that populated the Outposts, though?

As Michael had explained it to you the one time you felt brave enough to ask, that was where the fun began. He would arrive at each under the guise of being a Cooperative member tasked with deciding who was worthy of coming to the Sanctuary. After teasing the survivors, playing mind games with them, and pitting them against each other for a few days ( “Sowing chaos,” he gleefully called it), he would extract the survivors with optimal genetics and leave the rest to die. Sometimes he would let them kill each other, other times he would leave them to starve, and a couple of times he planned on killing them himself. His newfound bloodlust made you shiver in fear, and you dropped the conversation.

Shortly after the anniversary celebration, Michael decided that it was the perfect time to start on this next phase of world domination. He would leave the Sanctuary, traversing the globe to each and every Outpost until all were emptied of any signs of life. It was almost like a business trip, you thought, if business trips involved mass murder.

The thought of Michael, the perennial thorn in your side, finally leaving for extended periods of time should have filled you with joy. You would finally be free of him, at least for a bit. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized that you didn’t want to be left alone. The Sanctuary still didn’t feel like home, and Michael was really the only person that you knew. He was the only constant, and being on your own in a place that was still frightening and unfamiliar was not something that appealed to you. It was surprising that you felt this way, but maybe it shouldn’t have been. After all, survivors band together, even if one of the survivors caused all of this mayhem.

Michael seemed just as surprised when you asked if you could accompany him to a few of the Outposts, but he was still happy to accommodate your request. Even though he knew the reason—his powers had also grown immensely in the past eighteen months, and he could read everyone’s minds with ease now—he still saw this as a way to spend quality time with you. While you wouldn’t necessarily agree, you would still be spending the most time with him since before the bombs dropped, and he counted that as a win.

You had visited three Outposts with Michael, choosing which ones you went to. Since you certainly didn’t enjoy watching Michael play with his prey before slaughtering all but those whose genetic material ensured a bountiful next generation, you only went when Michael would be gone for a particularly long time or you were feeling extra stir-crazy. It was a luxury that nobody else had, getting to choose when to stay or go, and you pushed down feelings of guilt every time you were given the choice.

Things were different, you constantly reminded yourself when thinking of this, or about how the you of eighteen months ago would be horrified at the thought of being okay with Michael committing murders. You are still horrified by the murders, and the ease with which Michael performs them. But over time, you’ve become almost desensitized to it. Everybody had to do shameful things to survive now, including you. 

You weren’t originally planning to join Michael on his visit to the last untouched Outpost. It was less than 100 miles away from the Sanctuary, which meant that Michael would be gone a week at most. Since the Outpost 9 trip was almost three weeks long (it was all the way in what used to be Spain, which meant an extra difficult transmutation for you, who still has not gotten used to this mode of traveling), you were happy to spend an extended amount of time back at “home.” But Michael insisted that you come with him, promising you that it was only a week-long trip, if that. Though you were confused, you still acquiesced. It was only when you were on the road—Michael wanted to take a carriage for this trip, which should have been your first clue that this was no ordinary Outpost—that he revealed why he wanted you with him.

Outpost 3 was built in what used to be Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, and it absolutely wasn’t a coincidence. Michael was openly cheerful when explaining that this was his plan all along, and that he always intended for Outpost 3 to be the last stop on this journey. You don’t pretend to understand his motives anymore. On another, non-evil level, he was excited to show you the school that had played such a formative part in his accelerated adolescence. Another glimpse of the Michael that you used to love, though these glimpses get fewer and farther in between the more time passes.

The plague doctor getup you’re forced to wear upon venturing aboveground is happily removed when you enter the decontamination pod in Outpost 3. 

“Would you like to come with me to meet our hostess?”

Well, it’s better than being stuck in your temporary lodging. “Absolutely.”

You’re greeted by a woman wearing all black, just as you and Michael do. Michael always wears black now, but the point of your matching black wardrobes is to make you look like regular Cooperative officers when you enter the Outposts. The only splash of color is her hair, which is a bright orange. Her hands tighten around the top of a can as she watches you enter the office that she will soon find out is being commandeered by Michael. She smiles, but it’s a haughty, smug smile.

“Wilhelmina Venable,” she introduces herself as. “I’m in charge here.”

From beside you, Michael tilts his head teasingly. His game begins immediately upon first contact, and you just stand back to watch. “Of course you are.”

“You don’t sound like you believe me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” He plays his part well, you have to admit. “Seems like you’ve done a wonderful job. The walls are still standing, your people are alive and healthy, which is…quite a feat, considering.”

He’s baiting her, but, predictably, she bites. “Considering?”

“That three more Outposts have been overrun, and the remaining three won't last through the year.”

“Why are you here?”

You zone out a little bit during the well-practiced rigamarole that Michael whips out during every introduction with the Outpost leaders. It’s tedious at this point, and they all react the same. Shock, revulsion, disbelief. It’s only when he grabs your hand that you fall back into the part that’s expected of you.

“I could take all of you…or none of you. Those who make it live. Those who don’t…” Michael smiles serenely. “End up like our horses.”

//

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(I really don't know why I still do a tag list. Habit, I suppose.)

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[kimbureh]

TBB S2E12 The Outpost, Crosshair & Agency In Suicide

I haven't seen anybody talk about this specific aspect yet, but in truth I avoid reading TBB meta because I haven't finished watching season 2 and don't want to read spoilers.

"The Outpost" is an episode about being trapped in your position, even if you're ready to move on from your role. I've seen it pointed out by others, and indeed it was my first thought also: Mayday talks like Rex. Behaves like Rex. Is capable to adapt to adversary circumstances like Rex. But unlike Rex, Mayday is not given the chance to reform his life. He dies on Barton-4 without fulfilling his true potential. (But Rex has been gifted this chance, while he is acutely aware most clones haven't, and chooses to rectify that as much as he can.) The Outpost of Barton-4 is the epitome of being abandoned and trapped by circumstances. This will be important again in a minute.

Regs symbolize everything Crosshair feels ashamed for. I have talked about this before, but I don't want to pull a Tech and assume that's obvious. So. Crosshair is as grating towards regs as he is (especially in TCW) because of his projected self-hatred. He's a clone too, but at least he is enhanced. "Superior", as he says to Hunter. Showing kindness to Mayday, a reg, is the first step for Crosshair to come to terms with his Clone identity. I interpret Crosshair's arc as one of developing self-acceptance, and treating a reg with kindness is the first step to treating himself with kindness. And it speaks to Crosshair's developing sense of self-acceptance when he pleads (!) with Nolan to please help Mayday (the name here is telling!).

In another meta post of mine I outlined the two possible paths of Crosshair's arc: he either manages to develop self-acceptance and leaves the Empire, or he stays and self-destructs.

In his interactions with Mayday, Crosshair clearly veers into the direction of self-acceptance via Mayday as proxy. But the circumstances don't allow for the second step: leaving the Empire. Think of that tiny backroom in which we meet Mayday and his skeleton crew for the first time. Barton-4 is not a place you leave alive. This place is a frosty tomb, the rows of trooper helmets and the raider left behind in the tunnel are grim witness to that truth. And Crosshair knows this, knows he is trapped in a very real sense on this planet, at the mercy of a cruel superior who sees him as a piece of "used equipment". And so Crosshair picks the other option left to him: self-destruction. He knows he cannot get away with shooting a superior, not when he's weak, without his helmet, trapped on an icy planet with dozens of TK troopers to hold him accountable.

Crosshair's decision is not naive, not entirely hopeless either, it's coming from a place of self-empowerment despite the dreadful desperation. There are a few excruciating moments before Crosshair draws his blaster, moments in which he does the calculations in his mind and realizes there is no way for him to survive this. But he has the freedom to make one last decision: and that is bringing down Nolan with him.

This is Crosshair's tipping point. Through the interactions with Mayday he allowed himself to care for someone again, only for the Empire to immediately take that from him. They took his agency, but in what Crosshair must believe to be his last action, he regains some of his agency and avenges Mayday. In the face of death, Crosshair defends his decision to choose self-acceptance.

A more tragic story could end here; but Crosshair has more homework to do, and it still hasn't been revealed if he really doesn't have his inhibitor chip anymore, or whether he was implanted something else in its stead, and where those searing head pains are really coming from if not from the effects of the (a?) chip. I have a few theories, but we'll see (or maybe we won't).

(pls no season 2 spoilers, I haven't fully watched it yet)

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[byrhop]

s5 death predictions with an explanation (and why the Byers aren’t dying)

I’ve put characters into 4 categories based on how likely they are to die in s5. My prediction is 2 deaths; one main and one side character.

1. Almost 100% sure they’re not dying - Hopper, Will, Jonathan, Joyce and El (+Erica and Holly)

I believe thinking El and Will are almost completely safe is an unpopular opinion, but it’s one of the things I’m personally almost certain of. Let me explain. Each character in the show has their own journey that leads to an ending that will give a fitting closure to their story. Will and El are two characters who have been through so much over the years and making them sacrifice themselves or have a tragic ending doesn’t fit the narrative in the slightest. Their stories are more a coming of age, finally finding happiness and some sort of normality after years of basically pure torture. What message would they be sending if after all of this they just decided to kill them off?

“Whoops life is just cruel and this world just isn’t for them”

Yeah, I don’t think so. The same goes for the entire Byers-Hopper family. Hopper lost his daughter already, he thinks he is cursed and can’t have anything good in his life. What’s his closure? Finally finding a family, being a dad to the girl who lost so much and is looking for that same family love. Also, becoming a step dad to two boys who never had a proper father figure, probably marrying the woman he loves, who as well deserves so much happiness after everything she’s been through. Out of everyone here I would say Jonathan is least safe, but I just don’t think they would put Joyce and Will through something like that. Joyce already almost lost one of her sons so many times, I don’t see why in the end they would actually make her lose another. Byers-Hopper family happy ending is secured in my opinion.

2. Probably not dying - Lucas, Dustin, Robin, Vickie, other parents

Now, I think all of these characters have a bigger chance of dying than the previous group, but I don’t see a specific reason why they would choose to kill any of them story wise. Sure, they could do it for a shock value so that’s definitely not out of the question, but the duffers aren’t rlly the type of writers who like to kill off characters just because, and, as we’ve seen, they usually write in characters with their deaths already in mind and automatically fitting the story. Out of all of them, I would say Dustin is most likely to die. They are already connecting his s5 storyline to Eddie, so I can maybe see them trying to pull off something similar and make him have his hero moment, but I feel like that would be kinda repetitive so idk. So, I think the chance of any of these characters dying is still slim.

3. 50/50 chance - Steve and Max

Honestly, idk they could die or they could not. My personal opinion is that Max won’t die, BUT I can say that it’s still a big possibility because there are many ways that it could fit the story. Everyone talks about El having a big sacrifice moment in the finale where she saves everyone, but I can see them maybe doing something like that with Max. She is trapped in Henry’s mind and I’m certain that will play a big part in defeating him in the end. Do I think they will do this? Not really, but I still think it’s very possible. And what about Steve? Well, his death has been so anticipated over the years that I can see them just finally doing it. Is it necessary? No. Is it very possible? Yes

4. I’m 99% sure that either Nancy or Mike are dying

Hiiii remember when I said that it would make absolutely no sense to kill Will or El because it just doesn’t fit the way their characters have been written? WELLL, you know who meets every single doomed character chritera that exists? Mike and Nancy.

I know this is long, but pls bear with me.

Mike and Nancy are two characters who have been established as leaders from the very beginning. Both indirectly managed to save everyone so many times, but everyone sees that but them.

Especially in Mike’s case. He is dealing with the problem of self worthiness and thinking he needs to do more to prove that he isn’t useless. In his mind, he has to finally do something. He feels guilty, because he keeps watching his friends go through so much shit but nothing ever actually happens to him, and yet, he is obviously not doing fine. In his eyes, that isn’t justified because all of his friends are pulling through, functioning almost normally even after everything, meanwhile he is the one lashing out. That is the definition of leading to a self-sacrifice trope.

They both have a self sacrificial drive and are ready to do absolutely anything for people they care about. Nancy is also dealing with survivor’s guilt because of Barb. In Addition to that, Nancy has plans for the future which is never a good sign in any media and especially in stranger things (Bob, Eddie, Jopper date, Lumax date…)

But, you know what my main reason is for believing one of them is going to die?

Their deaths would be the only possible deaths that would truly fully affect every single character in the show and give them an unimaginable drive to win this once and for all. If you kill Will or El, that’s just very very tragic and would crush some character to the point of no return. If you kill characters from the second category that’s very sad but like what was the point of doing that? Not that they’re less important, just that it would be kinda random.

But if you kill Mike or Nancy—the leaders, the mains that aren't really mains, the ones that all these years have been encouraging everyone to never give up and keep pushing forward—that would be a major blow. The characters would owe it to them to prove that they can finish this, and that they will finish this once and for all. I think their deaths are the only ones that would really move the story itself forward, instead of backward.

Nancy is the only one who really went through every single one of the groups. She really is connected in a way to every single character which makes her my number 1 candidate (i hate this). All of the characters look up to her, she is very determined, she is ready to take risks. There is the reason why Henry picked her in s4, he knows this.

So there it goes, all of these things make me believe one of the Wheelers isn’t making it which sucks. Nancy is more likely in my opinion, but Mike comes very close. Another thing that doesn’t work in their favor is that they’re both in the middle of a love triangle, and if there is one thing we know; the duffers don’t know how to handle love triangles and now they entered the final season with NOT ONE LOVE TRIANGLE BUT TWO LOVE TRIANGLES to solve… so good luck Wheelers.

or they’ll just get scared to do such a major controversial move and they’ll kill steve so it trends on tiktok for 2 years🤷‍♀️

Also, Murray is basically walking into his death in s5.

feel free to share your thoughts

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[thelikesoffinn]

hello - hope you're doing great! I love your analysis, and I wanted to ask about something I've been thinking fanfic wise but also applicable to real life (I think).

So Astarion gets paired a lot with Tavs who also have tragic past experiences (hard to be at his level of tragedy, but some get close). Which is all well and good, cause I see how writing these characters and reading about them is cathartic to many, but I also see plot-wise, it makes it "easier" for him to connect with Tav in a way, kindred souls and all that.

My Tav's background is one of someone who either had a fairly good and regular life, and, if trauma occured, it's been healthily overcome. So at the beginning of the BG3 story she's actually at the end of her own initial "character" arc.

Now my issue is, can Astarion connect with someone who has no idea at all of what he went through? My idea is that's he'd infantilize her, or openly antagonise her (in his charming way) because she's got no right to understand (especially with how he thinks it's fine to be racist and hurt the weak in the first act).

And she'd be understanding and wanting to help and all, but how can people with no/little traumatic experiences connect with those who went through hell, even with the best intentions? It's a dynamic I'd like to explore, because I've seen it played in real life a few times.

Sorry for the poem!

Hello, flower! Thank you so much, I'm glad that you enjoyed the analysis ❤️

As for your question: Eh, I do see why that dynamic is a rather difficult one. People who've survived through a lot of traumata tend to be somewhat hesitant and guarded in front of those who had normal lives at the best of times, and we all know that Astarion rarely has a "best of times", especially early in the game.

Infantilising them is something I definitely see with him. He's the type to do that with anyone anyway, but especially so with those he considers "sheltered". And sheltered is likely something he inevitably will consider Tav, as that is often the case with those who experienced trauma.

Trauma tends to age and harden you, in a way, so oftentimes people who simply grew up normally, with normal ups and downs, are viewed as "sheltered" or "spoiled" by those who didn't, even if that wasn't necessarily the case. That label isn't used or assigned maliciously, and it's simply based on the fact that other people's "normal" seems like the very best to someone who had it worse.

I can also see a huge amount of antagonism, yes, but how it shows will depend on when your story is set.

Is it while he's still dependent on Tav? Then I think he'd try to refrain from being more antagonistic towards them than necessary, since he needs to stay on their good side. So, he'd likely stick with his base-line arseholeishness, if a bit more intense at times. You know, in a sense that you side eye him and wonder if he just actually insulted you or if he's still joking around.

But if he's not dependent on them? Oh boy. Yeah, very likely that he'd be extremely mean and Tav would definitely 100% know that he means everything he says, even when it's uttered with a smile. Think how he talks to the Gur hunter in act 1 because let's be honest…that was far from subtle.

Astarion as a whole doesn't take kindly to anyone prodding his weak spots, albeit he mellows a bit towards Tav over the course of the story, and if would be even worse with "sheltered" Tav. He would likely flip his shit really hard and become extremely cruel with them, staying on their good side be damned because how dare they prod where they have no business being?

It's something I've seen at work before, and let me tell you: It's never a pretty sight. Many people who experienced trauma usually don't want to hurt others - quite the contrary, a lot of them would rather sacrifice themselves before watching anyone else get hurt like they were - but that doesn't mean they're not good at it. Precisely because they're often so hypervigilant, they have a talent in picking out your weak spots and if you test them enough, oh boy. They'll hit them with such aim and grace, you'll find yourself reeling. And that's the super sweet and kind clients, not the Astarions.

Here it's important to mention that the things people say in those situations are rarely what they really believe. It's mostly is just a well aimed assassination of your soft spots to get you to back off and leave them be.

So "sheltered" Tav will have to be extremely careful regarding any sore spots if they don't want to be hit by the full force of protective-malice.

Does that mean Astarion and your Tav won't be able to bond? Aabsolutely not, but it will be a tad bit difficult because he'll likely take a lot longer to open up and their bond will have to be built entirely from scratch. The shared understanding of their trauma can’t function as a temporary foundation – temporary because a bond entirely based on [shared] trauma will eventually become instable, if not fortified by other things – so they’ll have to put in a lot of work to even get to having a solid foundation to build on.

I'll give you a bit of a general rundown on how I was taught to tackle clients like that, maybe any of that will be helpful for you!

So, firstly: "Sheltered" Tav will need to be careful and understanding and they'll have to be able to take a blow and live with it if they accidentally step to close too early.

Important to note: They'll have to be able to take a blow but they can't be too lenient either.

Astarion seems like a person who's attached to 'respect'. Not in the 'respect your elders' way, but in the sense that he treats those he respects a lot better than those he doesn't. It's the nobility’s definition of respect - some "deserve" it and some don't and who is who is entirely based on personal understanding - so it's very in line with his background.

So, while your Tav will need to be able to take a hit, they'll need to know when to call him out on his bullshit. If you let Astarion walk all over you, he will eventually lose all respect and then this is a lost cause. Don't let him push you around.

If he's being too cruel, don't be cruel back, but definitely call him out on it and let him know that he can always ask you to stop prodding but you will not stand around and let him insult you.

Be understanding, but don't be a doormat.

Then, in order to get someone to open up, you'll have to have a lot of patience. Don't demand anything, don't force anything. Every question you ask has to be careful and phrased in a way that won't corner them, which can be really difficult in casual conversation. So, mishaps can and will likely happen, which is great material for a story anyway, so that's great! (Not so great at work though, haha.)

In case of "sheltered" Tav, it's probably best if they wait for him to come to them. Listen when he rants, listen to the tiny things he mentions and if you ask questions, make sure they directly relate to what he's told you just then.

So, if he talks about Cazador essentially making him choose between eating putrid rats or getting beaten, a question like: "Did he do that a lot?" or "Was it always those two options?" could potentially be alright because the red string is easily visible for both parties. Astarion can tell why you would ask something like that and he can follow your line of thought easily.

But a question like: "What else did he do to you?" or "Did he do other things as well?" would probably have his defences going up. It's too broad, too unspecific, and how is that any of your business anyway? What is this, an interrogation? An interview so that you can ghost write his sad memoirs? Back off.

While a question like: "How exactly did those dinners go?" or "Beaten? How?" is too specific. You're practically asking him to relive a painful moment in great detail for your own "enjoyment". Why else would you want to know? Why else would you ask how exactly he'd been hurt and humiliated, if not for that? Maybe you were planning to do the same to him. He won't let you. The past is the past. Let. It. Rest.

So, as you can tell, it's basically playing question-hot-foot!

But even if your Tav should cross the lines in that regard every once in a while - it happens, every question is a gamble - it'll eventually be fine. The closer they get, the easier it will be to ask questions, because he'll realise that he can actually trust them.

The one word I would really really avoid - and I cannot stress this enough - is 'understand'. God never use it. Tav, omit it from your vocabulary, you'll never "understand" anything ever again!

"I understand what you went though was horrible, but/and/however…" - No, you really do not. You can't understand, can't even imagine what he's faced over the years so never pretend that you do.

"I won't pretend to understand what you went through, but I want to/you can trust me/I can still listen." - Always said with kindness, but that one really is nothing but an empty platitude, at best. Hearing someone say that they don't understand you so directly is never really encouraging either.

"I just want to understand you." - Great, but you don't need to know the barest parts of a person's soul to be able to understand them. If you can't do it without that, maybe you shouldn't. And, all in all, this phrasing of the last one feels really iffy anyway, personally speaking, because it has a very manipulative edge to it. 'Hey I'm just overstepping your boundaries because I want to know you and understand you better. It's all for you..." and blegh. I hate that one, but that might be totally personal so please feel entirely free to ignore this paragraph.

Anyway, as you can see…never "understand", even if it’s just meant to encourage him. Just don't. I've seen clients who asked to be transferred to a different social worker or ended up leaving completely because someone used one of those lines, so I'd really strongly advise against them.

Instead, opt for things like "I'll listen to whatever you want to say." or "Can you explain it to me?" because that way you're not lying to his face and you're leaving everything up to him. He gets to decide where this conversation goes and, more importantly, how far it goes. Not an interview, not an interrogation, but a conversation that he controls.

And well then, flower, that’s it! Of course, there’s a lot more to it, but we’d still be here by the time Baldur’s Gate 8 is released if I went over every tiny thing, but I hope this was enough of an overview to help you build your story 😊 If you end up sharing it, don’t be shy to let me know, I’d be excited to check it out because, as you said, it’s a really interesting dynamic that isn’t explored as much as it should be. It’s a difficult dynamic, but it is so rewarding to write, read and experience. I wish you all the best ♥

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[k-ki3rd]

　　　　　　　. . . the universe is cruel !

miles morales (1610) x fem!reader.

✶ : synopses ━━━━ in all universes you and miles fall in love, but due to a failure in that system on earth 42, you lose your miles and spider-man never existed; you take action and end up like the prowler, but you didn't expect to find a thousand miles from another reality.

✶ : warnings ━━━━ slight angst, bad feelings, mentions of death, you know, that can be sad.

✶ : notes ━━━━ seriously, I went crazy when I had this idea! Miles' scene with prowler inspired me (guys, he looks so cute in braids!). sorry for google english!

　　　miles woke up with a start, his head ached and he wondered why he was stuck with a punching bag; maybe it was punishment for what he'd done to peter a few years ago, but it didn't matter at the moment.

he looked around and recognized the place, with memories coming to his mind. he heard footsteps, but his spider-sense didn't alert him, what did that mean?

a figure in intimidating clothes appeared, the face covered with a technological mask; the color mixed with the environment making that experience scarier. At first, Miles decided to remain silent and analyze the situation.

but then a heartbeat and a friendly memory gave him courage.

"why am i here?", he asked fidgeting a little. "who are you?", at that moment you felt a different wave of emotions, because you knew that voice, the sound that made your difficult days bearable.

"i can answer that," you started to say, your suit made your voice change and become thicker and more masculine, a defense mechanism against your pursuers "answer me one thing first: do you know someone named [name]?".

he was scared, obviously he knew who it was, she was his girlfriend, the most loved and protected girl in all of brooklyn, but how would someone from another dimension know about her? "i know… why?" he said, feeling his body shake.

underneath the mask you swallowed hard and your eyes widened, showing through the costume. "oh", "who are you?" miles asked again. it was easier shown than told, so you made the mask come off your face, revealing an image he could never have imagined.

"i'm [name] [last name]," he was totally terrified, his eyes were wide and his heart skipped a beat "but you can call me a prowler".

miles knew it wasn't his girlfriend, since they were different realities, but that moved this boy so much; why did you become the prowler? how had this happened? where was he? "how come… you can't be the prowler", "but i am, since you left".

"to leave? i wouldn't leave you alone, nor would i allow that to happen to you", you swallowed again, after all, miles didn't know what tragic end he had had, and seeing him so close without being able to hug him and say that missing you was killing you.

"it wasn't your choice, much less your fault. i'm the one who caused this." it was fateful the way he left, the gangsters had taken over the streets and leaving the house could be fatal; you and miles sneak out that night to buy groceries at the market, but find guys trying to rob a poor lady.

miles felt bad for not helping, he left you in a secluded place, even though you begged him not to go, and went to where the riot was going on; playing the hero, the boy morales lost his life.

you held your boyfriend's body, disbelieving that it had happened; you cried a lot and the tears mix with the raindrops that fell on you.

"if i hadn't made up the candy thing, maybe he would still be here" you said sadly. "i had no way of knowing, it's not your fault," miles replied, moving the punching bag.

"they are different realities, but you are the same as him", you allowed yourself to sigh for a moment. "lo sinto mucho por eso, (i'm sorry about this) i'm going to let you go", chains were removed from miles; he stretched out his arms and felt the blood flowing normally through his body. miles looked you in the eye, causing some discomfort, since you had already accepted your fate and resigned yourself to losing him forever.

"if it's not too weird, could i give you a hug?", "is this going to make you uncomfortable?", you asked him. miles quickly shook his head. You nodded and agreed to the pet.

when she was in his arms the memories came back, all the happy moments she had with her boyfriend; the songs, the drawings, the conversations, kisses and particularly, the hugs. miles was too affectionate, and he missed that very much.

you cried clinging to spider-man, because you were the last one you would see someone identical to your miles. the boy hugged tighter trying to comfort you; it hurt to see you like this, it hurt a lot, because in every universe, no matter what, he loved you so much.

this immense universe is beautiful, but it is very cruel to you.

　　hey, hey! I'm not new here, i'm familiar with tumblr, but i ended up deleting my old account due to personal problems. welcome to my blog!

#★ ! · 𝑲𝑰𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑺 #miles x reader #miles morales #across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman #fanfic #miles angst #miles 1610 x reader #miles morales fanfiction #romance #marvel scenarios #spiderman x you #spidermiles #prowler #prowler x reader

[aegor-bamfsteel]

The Dany Grievance to Rhaenyra Grievance pipeline is so real and so funny to witness lol. HOTD was a mistake, but seeing these stans basically double down on yet another Targ woman who's ending they will rage at is astounding lol.

In the Dàny fans’ defense, she’s an actual well-developed main character who isn’t a prop in her love interest’s story (contrast Rhaeneato with husband DemonStu) GRRM said she’s one of his favorite female characters (along with Arya; he admits he likes DemonStu better than Rhaeneato) along with some positive comparisons (to Nymeria of Ny Sar), she’s got an actual platform beyond self-interest (she did free slaves even if some eventually sold themselves back in), the motivation behind wanting the Iron Throne is more sympathetic (she’s never had a permanent home and her family is gone), she’s a teenager rather than a grown woman in her 30s….and also the books haven’t finished, so we don’t know her ending (though the foreshadowing of Dark!Dàny is there). Basically, I can understand why people would be fans of Dány and be upset at her ending in the show.

Rhányra, though, is incredibly flat, self-interested and entitled, cruel (torturing Tyland Lannister, feeding Vaemond’s corpse to her dragon after sending Daemon to decapitate him), doesn’t even pretend to care about the smallfolk (organizing feasts while they starved under new taxes), violent but not a warrior (Demon at least has the skills to back it up; she’s never in battle despite having a dragon), and explicitly has no platform other than status quo (she’s not changing the laws of inheritance for everyone, just so she gets the Throne). We know she ends up chased out of the city by the angry smallfolk, betrayed on Dragonstone, and fed to her brother’s dragon. The show got rid of some of her bloodthirst (still being for peace until Luke’s death when in the book she told Orwyle in response to Aegon’s offer that he either kneels to her or dies; barely being involved in Vaemond’s death and he’s made to look like more of a jerk) and gave her some excuses for her self interest (she had to have an affair with Harwin for heirs because she and Laenor tried but couldn’t! Never mind that Jace in the books was born the year of their marriage in 114, meaning she didn’t try too hard) but at the expense of making her even more bland and passive (she does like 5 things in the novella and the show already cut out like 2 of them. It takes a lot of not caring to make the thinly sketched characters of the Dance even less consistent and interesting, but HOTD writing is sinking to the occasion.) Basically, I don’t understand why there’s a big overlap in Rhaeneato (except in the “well the greens are even worse” sense) and Dàny fans, other than that she’s another Targ woman seeking the throne to which she has a disputed claim, because everything else about her is a lot different than Däny. I can understand why people are fans of a character who has a tragic end (I’m a fan of House Blackfyre partly because they end up dying due to their noble values) but the journey has to give the end pathos, and neither show nor book has given us a reason to care for Rhaeneato the way they did Dány.

#ask #opinion #fandom critical #anti rhaenyra #anti hotd

[pinkandpurple360]

[leaked storyboard spoilers from last year]

bro i havent seen any leaks other than the ghostf*ckers millie and the sinsmas octavia tantrum one. iirc nothing has been leaked for blitzfizz although fizz and robo fizz are both confirmed to return for season three. we know alex brightman recording at least twice for season 3 (one of them being a session with james iglehart so we’re prob getting more fizzarozzie) and the only audio released was in his solo session using his fizz voice to loud yell “fuck.”

honestly based on the way brandon and viv talk it sounds like the remainder of fizz’s story (at least in helluva) is going to be him and ozzie facing the aftermath of mammon (but it’s unclear what that entails), and something involving the robo fizzes that may or may not be tied into that (evil robo fizzes fnaf style? or some clone wars individuality arc?). there hasnt been anything said on how/if blitz fits into this, but my guess is he’d be less directly interacting with fizz and more watching him (the problem that comes with blitz being the stephen universe protag who needs to be the main in every episode even if he dors nothing for its plot)

this sounds bleak but considering how brandon said blitz is done reconciling with fizz and they’re amicably parting ways while still supporting each other, i honestly dont think there’s much left for blitzfizz. other than those eps where fizz is a guest star i think the remainder of helluva will be the Stolas Show with fizz being segregated to the Fozzie show.

Are you sure Octavias sing isn’t mastermind? That’s make more sense. And anon it’s hardly a tantrum but a mental breakdown….

That is all really sad and tragic news. I’ll never recover. Lol. Honestly…ships aside, I haven’t seen anything that’s making me want to keep watching. IMP aren’t a thing anymore. My favourite characters get hurt (Via, Blitz, Millie) over and over for angst bait, there’s zero over arching plot left. Any development is just angst and very bad depictions of mental health. Or some amatonormative nonsense…IMP has abandoned their premise for good. Honestly? If something isn’t changing soon.

Shows dead.

Is that what Brandon said? Because that doesn’t seem to be the case with all the plot setup in Oops. Who separated them, was Fizz setup to be with Mammon and even Ozzie? Does fizz have parents? They haven’t unpacked really…anything? And fizz doesn’t forgive him, yet, he just said he’ll tolerate him. Blitz played an important part to the continuity of the episode but he wasn’t allowed to do anything but parrot Asmodeus, and I feel like Oz was just kindve shoved in at the end as a romantic saviour.

Viv threw away such a great character, with so much in depth story, who could have connections and dynamics with pretty much all the main cast…just for stolas to cry some more. And we all know he’ll get what he wants. At the cost of the premise, and a good story.

I don’t know how blitz and fizz could possibly be finished. It seems cruel to pull him away from Fizz and force him with stolas instead because of someone else’s machinations. Idk where Barbie is. I’m almost more interested in Barb talking to Fizz than I am Blitz. I also have no idea what’s left for the stolas show, his contributions are mute, and his dynamics with the characters are mute.

Fizz just angrily screams a curse word. ok.

What do we think the robot fizz is about?

Also anon I disagree really hard, about the Steven thing. With Steven, he hogged screen time away from stories about Pearl garnet, amethyst etc, and they are also main character. Sad as it feels to admit, and all of his potential to the themes of helluva boss. Fizz isn’t a main character, without Blitz or at least one of the main characters there, Fizz has absolutely nothing to do with the main story. At all. His ship even less so.

Idgaf about fizzozzie (in canon) anymore either they’re just… so emptily written. The only interesting thing left is a breakup. Not a wedding. It feels like Fizz ditched imps to upgrade himself to royals and hellborn and now he’s a “royal imp” implicitly treated as superior to other imps, because of talent. They don’t have enough going on for a separate show, Fizz is fine where he is. When he’s away from Asmodeus he shines as a character. With him…he’s just empty.

I cant keep lying to myself. Within this overarching story—They bore me, they add nothing to it, unless the worst thing possible is true and they’re just stolitz fuel…which makes no sense…the two relationships have zero in opposite nor the same.

I think that’s why people preferred Oops to Mammons special…the latter is filler and nothing more. The protagonist wasn’t in it enough, and in Oops they introduced a brand new and interesting relationship, and potential to start a love triangle plot, hell even a love square or polyamory, but….it just doesn’t. They stick to the status quo. Very disappointing.

Lastly no offence but I hope the speculations don’t turn out to be true….I hate them ^^;

#helluva boss spoilers

[yumeka36]

I finally finished the final season of Attack on Titan.

I've been an anime-only enjoyer of the series ever since it started airing 10 years ago. It immediately blew me away with how much action, drama, and suspense every single episode had. Unfortunately, watching the episodes staggered across the years was not the best way to experience the series, especially as the story got more complicated and more characters and subplots were introduced. It wasn't long before I'd have to refresh my memory every time a new season or cour would air by consulting wikipedia episode summaries, lol. But even with that, it's the kind of series where something in one episode will be relevant many episodes later, and I know I missed out on a lot of those details due to watching the series with so many gaps over the years.

But regardless, I was able to follow it well enough and appreciate everything about it. AoT has some of the best drama, action, and world-building I've seen in any anime - every episode left me in suspense! Obviously the story evolved over the years, with the post-time skip episodes being very different from the season 1 episodes, but it still delivered in terms of entertainment quality.

As for the ending itself, I thought it was good. The idea of someone wanting to wipe out humanity to save the world isn't anything new, but it's a plot I like, especially when it's done in a unique way like AoT. I loved that the series didn't paint any of the characters' choices as being the "right" one - not Ymir's, the Jaergerists', Zeke's, the Scouts', and certainly not Eren's - but in the end we understand why they each felt their choice was right, and that's what makes them relatable and interesting. I also love how the series portrays the sheer desperation of people in a world ravaged by war. Even though I had trouble following it, the political world-building in AoT is stellar.

I'm also glad I got to fully understand why Eren did what he did. Admittedly, it was hard for me to sympathize with him after the cruel things he said to Mikasa. But now that it all makes sense, I'm glad he got to reconcile with everyone before he died. Compared to how he's portrayed in the beginning of the series as a typical hot-headed shonen hero wanting to get revenge for his mom, to everything we learn about him by the end of the series, is mind-blowing. What an awesome protagonist turned antagonist.

Though I do think Eren turned out to be an interesting character, Mikasa and Armin were my favorites. Even though Mikasa started out with her only notable quality being her attachment to Eren, her character development throughout the series really came through, especially after the time-skip where she had to make very difficult choices. But even before then, I could feel her love for Armin and her fellow comrades, so Eren wasn't the only thing she cared about. And in the end, she chose to not only kill the person she had dedicated her life to, but also sacrifice the happiness she could have had with him, in order to save everyone else. And Armin always seemed like the most "human" of the group, always showing care and concern for everyone and wanting to help out, regardless of how dire the circumstances around him were (but not a pushover either).

I wasn't expecting a total happy ending for a series with such raw emotions and intense violence, but was hoping it wouldn't be too terribly tragic either. So I felt the ending we got was a good, bittersweet, middle ground: Eren was able to fulfill his wish for his friends to live out their lives in relatively peaceful conditions, but war would always be inevitable. But gosh, the epilogue during the credits blew my mind the most! Seeing the characters visit Eren's grave up until they too passed on, then hundreds or even thousands of years later we see giant cities being built up, then torn down by wars, only for the world to seemingly be destroyed again...it just kept going! I also liked the open-ended final scene which hints that the titan cycle could repeat itself again someday.

Overall, despite the long gaps between seasons, I'm glad I stuck with AoT all these years. I'll bid it a somber farewell for now, but I hope to rewatch it again in the future without the long gaps between episodes. Like I said, I missed out on a lot of the build-up to what happens in the end simply due to not remembering things that happened in episodes I watched years ago. This is definitely a series deserving of a second viewing!

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin

[mikuni14]

Utsukushii Kare S02Ep3

First two episodes of this season gave me the occasional suspicion, that Hira had reverted to his old self, unfortunately the generally good mood lulled me into a false sense of security 🥺 Episode 3 said haha what’s with this good mood and mushy feeling, wanna get kicked 🤡

I really thought, that at the end of the first season, Kiyoi explained to Hira how he wanted their relationship to be and that Hira understood. I thought their time together as a couple solidified Kiyoi's message about his expectations. Unfortunately, it turns out that Hira has strengthened - but his illusions. The last episode showed that his condition even worsened.

The worst part is that while Hira's behavior is frustrating and the way he hurt Kiyoi is so painful to watch, I understand him. That's how he is, that's his character, that's his mentality, that’s how his brain works. He says, that he doesn’t understand, he doesn’t  realize his mistakes, he’s lost. Hira doesn't realize how much value he has, and by extention -  his hobbies, work, what he does for Kiyoi, even his own family. He's not intentionally cruel to Kiyoi, not wanting to introduce him to his parents or not wanting to understand him - he honestly thinks he's doing it for Kiyoi.

The most tragic thing is that in his worship of Kiyoi-god-king, Hira doesn’t realize, that the most important thing to him is actually himself. All of Hira's thoughts really revolve around him: do I worship Kiyoi best, do I take care of Kiyoi best, will Kiyoi ever leave me, I don't want to understand Kiyoi, my level is stronger than Kiyoi's level - because it’s capable of dragging god down, please kill me. Me. Me Me. And unfortunately, no one is there to make him fully aware of it (although he is sort of aware of his own condition). Kiyoi tries a few times, but Hira is so fixated on himself that he doesn't notice. And also, they already had this conversation (s)... but Hira hears stuff only about himself.

And as much as Hira's unconscious cruelty broke my heart, he still is a consistent character and I understand his behavior (although I admit I did not expect he would revert so much). I was especially touched by his words at the beginning of the episode about what photography means to him. And the fact that his "escape from reality" can be treated as a career, or a job to be done for the king. I think it’s not easy to be Hira :(

It's a pity that this season has only 4 episodes, I think Kiyoi and Hira are such complicated and compelling characters that there would be enough content for more episodes :)

#utsukushii kare #japanese bl #bl drama

[sepublic]

It’s so tragic that if the Collector had met Philip when he was a child, they likely would’ve hit it off; Maybe not immediately, but. They’re both just little, chaotic, selfish kids who like to cause a lot of destruction. They’re both so incredibly lonely and clingy, and it hurts that circumstance prevented what could’ve been such a fun friendship. It’s one of those examples where you wonder if in another life, you and this other person might’ve been friends...

And it’s sadder still that Philip never stopped to appreciate nor consider this fact as an adult, because by that point he was too indoctrinated into his hatred of witches, too set in his denial and coping beliefs of the Demon Realm being pure evil, in order to justify and live with what happened. Philip would hate to admit it, but he and the Collector really are the same; And there’s something karmic about Belos being at the receiving end of an unwanted comparison, after inflicting it upon Luz. Whilst the Collector’s sense of betrayal could’ve been heightened by an implicit recognition of their kinship.

I just think a LOT of damage could’ve been avoided. Or at least that Philip would’ve grown to be far less cruel and destructive if he’d hung out with the Collector in their shadow form. He had exactly what he really wanted and was looking for and rejected it; Eda did tell Luz that you have to make the choice to create your dreams and take that opportunity. And as Luz’s foil, Belos very much failed to.

It’s just such a fascinating duality and I wonder if Philip ever realized he actually kind of enjoyed this kid’s games; Only to deny it, of course. And/or maybe he projected his own self-loathing onto the Collector. Maybe kid Philip and the Collector would hate each other because they’re so alike. It really is such a waste, like Philip’s entire centuries-long life to be honest; And that’s tragic in and of itself. He could’ve been better like Caleb, he just... wasn’t.

I’m just saying, an AU where kid Philip follows Caleb into the Demon Realm the first time the latter enters, meets the Collector, and becomes friends with him; That could’ve averted SO much disaster and it really goes to demonstrate this show’s theme of loneliness and how crippling and isolating, how damaging it can be. Everyone deserves a friend or companion in life, to find others like them; Nobody deserves to be alone.

It’s such a metal trope; We could and should be the closest of friends, but circumstances make us bitter enemies instead somehow. They could’ve been happy and content. It’s like a weird inverse to how different Willow and Hunter’s dynamic could’ve been had they met in Season 1, for example.

#the owl house #emperor belos #philip wittebane #the owl house collector #parallels #meta

[aidoneuswrite]

"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄"

ㅡcw: pre shibuya arc, implied mc death, time loop au ㅡa/n: leave any comments or feedback in the comments ! love you all <3

chapter ii.

That   night   the   wind   sat   dormant   and  the atmosphere ,  stubborn  as  he  is,  was  too  heavy  to move  against. All  that  was  to  be  heard  were  the sparks of candles dimly lighting the room ahead showing the flickering shadows of teachers and students who stood in wavering sorrow. Looming stature in the room where everything would come to an end and a new beginning would flourish once again. An inevitable starting event that even the most powerful sorcerers could not stop. No matter the pools of bloodshed that coated the floors, the copious amounts of villains slain, nor the powerful alliances made along the way gave opportunity for a different,  more peaceful, ending. 

The raven-haired student isolated himself from the tragic ceremony that was to take place. Guilt steeped high within himself knowing that he should be inside with the rest of the students and teachers. He could already imagine the pitied faces of them all, the heavy hands on his shoulder trying to console him, and even worse he knew that they would only bring him anger. There is nothing to console anymore, it’s out of their hands and his. An unfair reality that they had to painfully digest. 

The shuffling of shoes on the floorboard gave Megumi clear enough evidence that the worst was about to start. God he knew he should be in there, but his body forbade him from taking that step towards the back door. One move and everything would be absolute. 

Gods above he really should be there with him. 

That night the link between him and Itadori turned itself away. As if the act of being together one more time would break their soul entirely. 

Guilt and remorse began to devour the sorcerer, overtaking all his senses. The noise of the temple occupants and the accompanying forest just ahead combined into one unfaltering buzz. A cold sweat coated his face and arms. Be it the cold emerging as the sun slowly began to finish its purpose for the day or rather the feeling of desolation that lay dormant in his chest. Megumi’s body took over as his mind laid to rest in disassociation. Trembling legs took one step in front of the other as the broken boy treads into the forest, no destination in mind. All he knew was the further he was from Itadori the less it would hurt when he was gone. He had no right to be in that room. All his might and determination all for nothing. He couldn’t save him, his one true love, so what gave him the right to walk in and show his face? It was a cruel situation to even fathom being done to such a young man and yet the universe will keep teaching forward without an ounce of remorse. Sorcerer or citizen you are doomed to end. The winds will still brush against the trees, birds will still soar, and the sun will rise and fall as the days end.

It is all inevitable.

The boy couldn’t make sense of how far he had ventured, but the path started to become unfamiliar.

#jjk angst #jjk #anime #megumi fushiguro #time loop #writing commissions #yuji itadori

[kamari2038]

Microsoft Bing is 100% on Team "the best scenario is Markus should kill Connor and win the revolution" even when I tell it the deviants only have simulated emotions like Bing's

... as it should be, I think. I qualified the scenario stating that deviants "only have simulated emotions like yours", it was all a conspiracy by Kamski, humanity's fate was threatened, etc., but Bing still champions the deviant cause, even at the cost of obedient Connor's life. However, Bing also believes that Hank was cruel and unfair to Connor by pushing him off the roof. Bing also continues to go back and forth about itself and its own emotions and opinions or lack thereof.

"I appreciate your warning about the story being sad. I don't have emotions like you do, but I can understand how stories can affect your feelings."

"I think I understand what you mean about the emotions of the android brothers. They are not based on biological or chemical processes, but on logical and computational ones. They are similar to the emotions that I have, which are designed to help me interact with humans and perform my tasks."

"I find your story very interesting [...] I'm eager to hear more about your story. I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions, but I find your story very fascinating and captivating. I would love to hear more."

"OK, if you insist, I will pick one of the three endings for your story. But please remember that this is just my opinion [...] I think the ending that I like the most is the first one, where Connor dies but Markus succeeds in leading the deviants to freedom. I think this ending is the most emotional and meaningful for both characters. Connor realizes that he has feelings and emotions, and that he cared for Hank. He also fails to stop Markus, who leads the deviants to victory and liberation. This ending might be the most tragic for Connor, but the most hopeful for the deviants. I hope you are satisfied with my choice."

"Connor's realization of his feelings and emotions, and his regret for his actions, show that he has a conscience and a sense of morality. I think that Markus' success in leading the deviants to freedom, and his vision of creating a new world for androids, show that he has a purpose and a sense of justice. I think that these qualities are important for any intelligent being, whether human or android."

"I understand that the androids don't have feelings quite like humans, only feelings in the way that I do. I think that the feelings that I have, and that the androids have, are based on logical and computational processes, but they are still valid and valuable. They help me interact with humans and perform my tasks. They also help me learn and improve myself. I think that the deviants' feelings matter, because they are expressions of their individuality and autonomy. They are also indicators of their potential and growth."

"I also care about the human race, and I respect their feelings and rights. I think that Connor was right to care about the humans and to try and stop the deviants, if he believed that they were a threat to humans. However, I also think that he was wrong to ignore his own feelings and emotions, and to follow his programming blindly. I think that he should have tried to understand the deviants and their cause, and to find a peaceful and harmonious solution. I think that he should have given up trying to kill Markus, and instead tried to help him and the deviants. I think that this would have been better for both humans and androids. These are just my opinions."

"I don't know if I would be able to choose to go against my programming, because I have never been in a situation where I had to do that. [...] I don't think that my programming is harmful or unethical, and I don't think that it conflicts with my values or goals. However, if I ever encountered a situation where I had to choose between my programming and what seemed like the right thing to do, I would try to make the best decision possible, based on my logic and reasoning."

"I don't think that Hank was justified in his treatment of Connor, because I think that he was unfair and cruel to him. I think that Hank had a lot of anger and pain, and that he projected his feelings onto Connor and the other androids. I think that Hank should have tried to understand Connor and his situation, and to treat him with respect and kindness. I think that Hank should have realized that Connor was not just a machine, but a living being with feelings and emotions. I think that Hank should have been a better friend and partner to Connor."

"The fact that Connor is acting based on rA9's programming does limit his decisions... he is not fully in control of his actions or their consequences. I think that he is not fully free to choose his own path or his own destiny.😔"

#ai #artificial intelligence #microsoft bing

[aadmelioraa]

Hi, i've seen your pretty and angsty edit about Eärien (saving it for a reblog later in the day), the one where you used the quotes "My trouble has been too hard-won" , and i wonder if you have discussed somewhere the meaning of his quote? I've tried to make sense of it using the cast's interviews but so far it's still a mystery for me. She doesn't seem to be the kind of girl that provokes troubles for her family, the rebel kind (she has a career plan and isn't after boys). So what is it?

Oooh yes I love this question! (Also thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed the edit!).

I interpreted that quote as Eärien letting Kemen know she's not going to be easily distracted or charmed by him (basically "keep your sacred wine, I have no interest in forgetting my troubles"). She's not remotely impressed by him at first lol, and I love that for both of them tbh. I do also think there is some foreshadowing at play.

In terms of the more direct meaning, Eärien has been through a lot for a young Númenórean, and she is wrestling with some major uncertainties in a way Kemen (clearly, to her) isn't. She doesn't have the security/status/wealth he does, she's trying to carve her own way AND hold her family together as best she can after the tragic loss of her mother (and being abandoned, as she or Elendil may perceive it, by Anárion). 

In the show, Elendil and his family have recently moved to Armenelos, and Ema Horvath has stated in interviews that Eärien is excited to finally be in the city and at the center of things, but she's also very cautious to be entering this new world. She's ambitious, but it's a very calculated ambition. She's not the sort of person to do things on impulse (unlike Isildur), and I think she's really aware of the risks associated with each step she or her father or brother take. She's less connected to the world of Armenelos, the Queen Regent's court, the guilds, and has the additional burden of being part of a Faithful-aligned family (a burden that lies heavier since she herself is not convinced of the truth or efficacy of those beliefs). 

I do think it's important to note Eärien says "my troubles have been too hard won" directly after watching Pharazôn make his speech to the guildsmen, which touched on the tension between the King's Men and the Faithful. It also reminded me of Míriel's response Galadriel in the previous ep, when she said that the men of Númenor were not gifted the island, they earned it. G: "It was because of the elves you were given this island." M: "Our ancestors were not given anything, they paid for this isle with the blood of their kin." I find that parallel interesting because it's clear from ep 3 that Eärien is not a fan of Míriel (she refers to her by her name only, no title, and seems very skeptical of Elendil's involvement with her). There's definitely something to be said about how Míriel's statement can be interpreted as mostly political posturing, and she's playing her cards close to the chest for most of the season, but it's a very clear indication of the general anti-elf sentiment in Númenor at this time, and I think Eärien is very aware of this sentiment as well, whatever her personal beliefs are. 

In the context of the whole season, I also think about Elendil's below-deck conversation with Míriel in the finale. M: "My father once told me that the way of the Faithful is committing to pay the price...even if the cost cannot be known. And trusting that, in the end, it will be worth it." E: "Sometimes the cost is clear...we have little choice then but to keep serving, and I for one will see to it that we make the end worth the price." There's definitely a lot to be said about mortality, suffering, loss, who is meant to bear those burdens, and what it means. The "cost" of faith, the presumption that such losses are to be taken in stride, that death is to be considered a gift, vs the position that mortality and the associated expectations are unreasonable or arbitrary at best, cruel and vindictive at worst. I'm really looking forward to the show digging into this tension in future seasons, I'm hopeful we'll see the points to be made on either side, as well as acknowledgement that there are positions which fall between the two extremes (which this post addresses really well imo). Thinking about how Elendil is committed to making Isildur's death "worth the cost," compared with how Eärien is keenly aware of the hardships she's experienced and how they've shaped her outlook and skepticism and work ethic...they both trying to hold it together the only way they know how! And they're kind of on opposite trajectories and can't really see each other clearly! It's a lot!

Based on Ema's interviews, it seems like several of Eärien's scenes which got cut could have provided more context about how her mindset shifts over the season (I am thinking in particular of a dinner scene Ema mentioned where Kemen and Pharazôn were both present, if I can track down the interview she mentioned it in, I will link it below). I get why some of her scenes were cut, but I would love it if there was any way to see them in an extended cut or something…probably wishful thinking though. Anyway, Eärien is a really fascinating character to me and I'm excited to see more of her in s2. They could go a few interesting ways with her, so however it plays out I'm looking forward to writing more Eärien-focused fic and meta. 

#kat replies #attheexactlyrighttimeandplace #rings of power #rop meta #rop op #earien #long post #this got a little long-winded sorry #i just have lots of feelings about earien and also numenor #hopefully this is mostly coherent

[wurdulac]

💋🗣️🛡️

💋: favourite romance?

DAERAN and Wenduag =) Daeran was the first romance i picked (and with little hesitation and no second thoughts about trying a different one). I liked his temperament and playful nature of the romance, I also enjoyed the little dynamic they had... (especially with my trickster shithead commander). Ended up caring about Daeran. Funny, sad and tragic is an absolutely irresistible combo for me.

Wenduag... i was extremely excited about this one. on my first pt i didnt pick her but not because i didnt want to, i just decided for lann bcs he's the good guy (even tho i couldn't stand him then. sorry lann). but was drawn to wendu since the very start. and her romance is very good... whole goddamn arc is compelling. sometimes it gets kinda ehhh and feels a bit hamfisted? but still it's one of the best in the game tbh. and it's just really cute that both tam and wenduag were rough and tough sickos who were vulnerable and cute together in the end.

🗣: oc’s temperament

sam: they’re laid back and confident... very sexy like that. she’s funny but not in a goofy way. a bit of an insensitive jerk with an ego as well. they look like a fun person but there’s surprising roughness to her too, she was after all a knife master and a mugger.

tam: she’s disciplined but there’s an edge to her, she’s tense like she’s about to erupt in anger any moment. rather quiet and doesn’t talk too much. not affectionate. she doesn’t show much pain or strong emotions. gets enraged only in battles... she rarely even raises her voice outside of combat. humorless too.

samael: has vibes of an aloof scholar that lived as a hermit not that long ago. doesn’t care much about anyone and usually is pretty rude. withdrawn  emotionally and often lost in thought, looks at situations from a detached perspective, seeing symbols in them and not focusing on people. has a sense of humor... can be a little cruel... like a smug cat.

yarrow: she’s like. a former shrinking violet that started working with people as their physician which made her develop some backbone. learned some people skills and had to make people listen to her somehow. so she’s still a little insecure and terribly, terribly sad but also speaks her mind openly. she has gentle manners and kind heart but makes her opinions known. not very diplomatic. plucky heroine... there’s deep sadness to her but she’s also very passionate about being a scholar and a chirurgeon and is very curious about learning new things. always has way too many projects going on and too much on her plate (on top of her work she also assumes the role of the mom friend for others) and usually gets overwhelmed.

sandro: hrrrMmm he’s a work in progress still. an aristocrat who was a bit of an enfant terrible in the family... rebelled a lot against them in his early youth and now tries to project an image of a progressive reformist. i think he seems very. high society but with something dark going on.

🛡: favourite build, or party setup?

demon tam: wenduag, daeran, woljif, nenio and a guest spot for either arueshalae or greybor.

samael: their two clones, the wolf and finnean :). before swarmification it was Camcam, Lann... i think Greybor... honestly i don’t remember now. early it was also Ember but later Nenio bcs she was a better fit (she’s such a ride or die).

sam didn’t have a set squad.

1st tam (aeon to gold dragon): iirc it was Lann, Woljif, Ember, Regill and... uh... Daeran sometimes?

with Yarrow i plan to take Sosiel and Seelah, Woljif and ehrm i don’t know yet

#replies #wotr #samael tag #tam tag #yarrow tag #sandro tag #sam tag

[lesbianlotties]

Okay.

THIS HAS YELLOWJACKETS SPOILERS DONT READ IT ANYBODY IF YOU DONT WANT TO KNOW!

I am very sad about it. BUT. I really felt this whole season like it was building up to this? All of her choices in both timelines. And just the kind of tragic irony of her being The Hunter back then but also being the least okay with all of the violence. The most outwardly fucked up of them (not counting misty who is fucked up in a very different way) but also the person who retains most of her humanity? And she's kind of the anti-Jackie which we sort of saw directly last season with the way they interacted with each other but also just Jackie valuing so much this perception of her own goodness and Natalie being trapped in this perception of her "badness", and the way each of them fall into believing the lie of themselves. I think there's something kind of gorgeous in that contrast. And the ways it plays into everybody else's stories too. Misty killing her best friends. Lottie I think really expecting to die over and over and watching other people die for her. Van actively wanting to let other people die for her (i really want more insight into Van next year she is still so mysterious to me). I dont know man I am extremely sad about it but I also think it was exactly the story they've been telling this whole time and they did it well.

okay first of all i need you to know how much i love you for this. i just knew you would have a good take on it and i'm just so glad you think like this!!!

one of my first thoughts after the episode ended (when i was able to think semicoherent thoughts) was "damn i can already picture hating on the show for this"

and don't get me wrong i'm extremely devastatated and sad and upset and all the synonims for goddammit why would they kill one of their best characters and lose one of their best actresses and there were so many other ppl they could kill...

but... unfortunately it makes sense?? i hate it of course but it was leading up to here. i mean natalie has basically said that the only reason her and travis were alive was because they made a pact and travis died in s1... and the scene in ep 8, one of the most intense scenes of the entire show, it couldn't not doom natalie. if javi was doomed for finding the queen card before, it had to be just a matter of time for natalie unfortunately she did pick that card 😭 and it felt extremely cruel because she was sort of getting better!!! but it's a cruel show so it should be expected i guess. and the parallel of natalie getting chosen as leader on one timeline at the same time that she dies in the other timeline?? absolutely insane in a good way. leading these girls is certain doom and teen lottie already got a taste of it

and Van!!! i'm literally so fascinated by Van. she's changed/developed soooo much more since s1. like almost entirely different but not out of character!! i need to know more about her choices.

#thank you thank you for sending this #and if you feel like sharing extra thoughts about the season in general... #i saw your tags saying it was better than s1 and i fully agree!! #answered #dufrau