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omnom-obeyme · 1 day ago

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hii !! would you mind writing headcanons on how obey me chars would react to finding out that reader self harms? Feel free to ignore this request if you arent comfortable enough to write it !! Have a lovely day or night <3

I just want to start by saying thank you so much for the request and being respectful! I personally don't feel comfortable discussing topics relating to self-harm specifically due to personal reasons, but I didn't want to ignore this ask because I know how comforting reading fics/hcs like this can be when you're struggling because I've been there. So, I hope you don't mind too much, but I kind of reframed it to be about how the characters would help a reader who's struggling in general. I'm also sorry this took so long to get out. I've been so exhausted from work recently, but I finally had the time to sit down and write today. I hope you enjoy!

The Obey Me Characters with a Struggling Reader

Pairings: main cast x reader (separate)

Warnings: discussions surrounding mental illness; mentions of anxiety, depression, insecurity, difficulty eating, and sleeplessness; romantic undertones in most parts; nothing particularly extreme

Lucifer is an extremely supportive demon all the way around. He's also extremely observant, so chances are that he realized you were having a rough go of things long before you did.

He never explicitly brings it up, but he's always there. He never lets you struggle on your own, even when his own schedule demands too much out of him.

He'll always help with classwork, paperwork, student council assignments, and anything else he can.

Is your assigned dinner duty too stressful for you? He'll do all the prep work for you. Is starting your essay too daunting for you? Books on the subject your studying suddenly appear on your desk when you return to your bedroom. You're struggling to take care of yourself? Lucifer just happened to book you a spa day at the Devildom's most luxurious spa. Just as a reward.

He won't usually directly bring anything up. He knows how much mental struggles can wound a person's pride. He's always there for you, though. His support is more quiet than most, and he never asks for a reward. Seeing you get through the day, safe and healthy is all he could ask for.

You can't help the way your world seems to crash down around you when Lucifer kindly informs you that you've completely missed the due date for your paperwork. You try your best to keep up with all of your assignments, your student council work, and being tugged in twenty different directions by the demons, angel, and enigmatic sorcerer in your life. Missed calls, ill-timed remarks, and fumbled assignments have all been pressurizing inside you for the past few months, and you crumple down into the chair in front of Lucifer's desk. You don't know if you're more embarrassed to be crying in front of him or that you're crying at all.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. God, I'm such an idiot," you mumble to yourself. You're absolutely certain that Lucifer is internally jeering at you and wondering how he could have picked such a useless human.

All you're met with, though, is the warm smell of his cologne and the comforting weight of his arms around you as he leans down to hug you.

"You're not an idiot, lamb. Making one error doesn't make you stupid," he soothes. His large hand rubs up and down your back slowly. He lifts you up into his arms and settles the both of you down into his large desk chair. You spend the night cradled in his arms as he helps you finish the overdue paperwork.

Mammon is a bit of an oblivious demon. He's not stupid by any means, he's just not the most observant when it comes to stuff you try to keep hidden from him.

He won't really recognize that you're struggling unless you tell him or he exacerbates the issue. Of course, that frequently comes in the form of his teasing. Most days, you can just brush it off, but it's hard to move past when you're feeling particularly insecure.

He'll be so apologetic once he realizes he hurt your feelings or has somehow managed to inconvenience you when you're already stressed out.

Mammon is a true believer in the idea that laughter is the best medicine. He'll always be on the lookout for ways to brighten your day. He's not above making a fool of himself to get you to smile, either.

He's also fully willing to embarrass himself by getting all sappy and mushy and heaping a bunch of praise onto you. Anything for his treasure, after all.

"Nah, of course you don't get it. You're just a dumb human."

Mammon's words are meant playfully, but sometimes you forget that. The demon has a habit of exhausting your tolerance for being teased. Most days, you're able to grin and bear it, silently reminding yourself that Mammon truly does love you and doesn't mean what he's saying.

Today is not one of those days. Even Mammon can see the way your smile threatens to wobble off your face and the way a subtle shimmer pools in your waterline. His cockiness instantly slides away, and he almost looks like he's about to start crying himself.

"Treasure, no, wait--dammit!" Mammon practically launches himself at you in his haste to hold you in his arms. He tucks you against his chest and squeezes you tightly. "I didn't mean that! You're not dumb! You're the only human worthy enough to be the Great Mammon's companion! That automatically means you're, like, stupidly smart!"

It's enough to make you laugh, and relief courses through Mammon like a wave. He might not be the most tactful, but he'll always bring joy to your day.

Honestly, the only time Levi ever promotes healthy coping mechanisms is for you. He's a mess himself and can't take his own advice, but he'll absolutely push himself out of his comfort zone if it means making his Henry feel better.

Yes, he'll let you hide in his room and wallow. He'll let you tuck yourself away in a pile of plushies if the only way you can fall asleep is with the soothing lights of his aquarium tanks brushing your skin. He'll even set up a special game of DND full of your favorite things just to get you distracted and happy.

Of course, you can't just coast or exist exclusively off distractions for the rest of your life. When you need to talk before everything inside you explodes, he'll silently turn off the lights, sit in one end of his bathtub, and invite you to sit in the other end. There's no pressure and no judgment from Levi. He gets it.

He's not always the best at advice or constructive criticism, but he's always there to listen and provide much needed distractions.

It's another one of those nights. The lights are dim, you're quiet, and Levi is trying his best to not stare at you. He knows you can feel it even when the lights are off. You're both sitting in the tub with your knees against your chest.

He suddenly feels the brush of your fingers against the tip of his tail, and he has to physically stop himself from running away at the contact. He doesn't mind it, not really. He's just not used to the idea that you don't find him gross.

"It's just...been a lot recently," you whisper, your words mixing with the bubbling coming from the fish tanks. "I just feel like I can't live up to anything anyone here expects me to be."

Levi doesn't usually talk on nights like these. He doesn't want to interrupt you, but he just can't keep his mouth shut at that.

"None of us expect you to be anything. I mean, you've already done way more for all of us than anyone else ever has. We just, like...like you a lot," Levi mumbles.

You chew on your bottom lip, and your fingers keep flicking over the end of Levi's tail. These nights always leave a hollow feeling in your chest, but you know your thoughts and feelings are safe in the dark and in the heart of your otaku with a heart of gold.

Satan really, really gets it. He's dealt with his anger for literally all his life. He knows how overwhelming dealing with mental issues can be. He knows how hard it is to overcome your own mind.

He really wants to be your prince charming, in just about anyway he can. He's gentle, understanding, and always patient with you. He never rushes you, and he never judges you.

He loves a self-help book, unironically. He won't be condescending about it or anything. All of his recommendations are always from a place of "I've tried this, and it really helped me. I hope it can help you in some way, too."

He'll help pick up any slack, too. He's always available to help with schoolwork, studying, or exam prep. He'll go slow with you and make sure you understand what you're learning, too. And on the days when you really need it? Yeah, he'll slip you a copy of his homework answers, but only for you.

He's also always there to sweep you off your feet. He'll take you on walks in the most gorgeous forest you've ever seen, you'll visit the most beautiful lakes or mountains--just anywhere Satan thinks you'll find beautiful. He loves seeing you eyes light up when it's just the two of you.

The words on the pages in front of you have been blurring together into incomprehensible nonsense for the past five pages. You keep trying to push through, but you can't make heads or tails of anything, especially since you could barely understand the base concept this chapter is building on anyway.

Tears prick your eyes, and your head droops forward. Satan, as perceptive as ever, is quick to propose a break.

"We've been at it for a while, yeah? Let's relax for a bit," he murmurs. His voice is soothing to your frayed nerves, but his fingers work the real magic as he begins rubbing your scalp. "Do you need anything? Water? A snack? A blanket?"

You respond with a simple shake of your head, content in the moment. His fingers withdraw after a while, and he sits down next to you.

"Now...what exactly are you having trouble with?"

Asmo feels insecure more often than he'd ever admit to himself. He's more of a "fake it til you make it" kind of demon, though, so you'll rarely ever know he's down. It's a bit weird, but it really does work for him.

He sees the beauty in most things, and he'll help you see it, too. Especially when it comes to yourself. You've completely bewitched the Avatar of Lust! Of course you're absolutely gorgeous, and he won't stop adoring you until you see yourself the way he does.

Do I even need to say that he's huge on self-care days? He'll literally lock the both of you up in his bedroom and bathroom, and you'll spend the day doing each other's nails, practicing makeup, doing face masks, doing affirmations, meditating, and trying out different herbal tea blends.

He's incredibly loving, and seeing you hurt hurts him. He's always going to go out of his way to lift you up and make sure you shine just as much as he does.

Sometimes, it's hard not to compare yourself to Asmo. He's just so blindingly beautiful, not to mention how stunning all the demons that surround him are. It's hard not to feel inadequate. You're just a normal human, after all. Some of these succubi were literally crafted just to be gorgeous.

Asmo doesn't see it like that, though. No, you have one of the most gorgeous essences he's ever seen. It goes so much deeper than your appearance, but, even then, it radiates out of your skin like sunlight to Asmo. No one has ever made him feel as seen, loved, or appreciated as you do, and he longs to return that feeling to you.

One too many dejected glances in his direction in public led to Asmo throwing a spa day for the two of you. The rest of his brothers were locked out of his room and banned for the day. This is all for you.

"I got you a new hair oil to try since you were complaining about it being too frizzy the other day, hon! It's lightweight but still nourishing, so it should be just the thing," Asmo explains as he runs his fingers through your hair. He lets out a quiet sigh. "I just love your hair. It's so perfect on you."

Asmo leans forward and rests his chin on your shoulder, lightly pressing his cheek to yours.

"Look at us! Aww...we're so adorable together! It should be criminal."

A smile tugs at your lips, and you can't fight the laugh that bubbles past your lips.

"Yeah, we are, Asmo."

Beel's another one who's more of a silent supporter. He wants nothing more than for you to feel safe and secure. He's not the most eloquent or expressive demon, but there's never any doubt about how he feels around you and how he wants you to feel.

If you're having a hard time eating, he'll help pick out recipes that sound appealing. He'll even make it for you himself! This is the one time he'd be able to restrain himself from eating all the ingredients. He'd also be super helpful on finding easy, nutritious, and yummy snacks to make if you're struggling with effort. He's also not above influencing you a little to make you more hungry.

He's also someone you can count on to get you moving. Whether it's just stretching, a walk, or a genuine workout, Beel will make sure you get some kind of activity in. He really does believe that getting your blood flowing is a great way to burn off negative feelings and to work up a bit of hunger.

He'll drop everything he's doing just to hold you, too. He's used to carrying Belphie everywhere, and he's happy to do that for you, too. Anything you need from him, he'd happily give you.

Beel's large hand holds yours loosely as you take a walk downtown. He finally managed to coax you out of your room, and he's practically been begging to get you to go to Hell's Kitchen with him. And, really, how could you ever deny him when he turns on his unintentional puppy eyes?

Of course, Beel has a big smile on his face. He's happy to see you out and about again. You haven't told him exactly what's been going on in your head, but he knows something's been weighing on you recently. He doesn't try to pry the information from you, nor is he pressuring you into talking to him. He's a gentle giant, after all.

"I'm really happy you're here with me, MC. I missed eating with you," Beel says once you're finally seated at the restaurant.

Something in your chest clenches, and you reach out to take both of Beel's hands.

"I'm glad I'm here with you, too, Beel."

Well, I think we all know Belphie's solution to most things. He's going to get you to try and sleep it off. Of course, he'll also be all snuggled into your side as he coaxes you to sleep.

Yes, he's a brat, but he'll be surprisingly tender with you if you show him how vulnerable you're feeling. He'll hold you tighter than usual, give you the best dreams ever, and he'll even let you use his special pillow.

He'll be particularly clingy if you tell him you haven't been sleeping well. That just won't do at all. Don't worry, though. Belphie can put you fast asleep in no time at all.

Of course, he'll also drag you down the planetarium to talk. He'll set up a soft blanket and then you'll just lie side by side as he slowly coaxes what's been going on with you out of your head.

He's a really good listener, despite the sleepiness. He'll always listen to whatever it is that you have to say. He knows what it's like to have his voice ignored, and he doesn't want the same for you.

When a knock at the attic door wakes Belphegor up, he's about ready to start swinging indiscriminately. That is until he sees you. You look pretty pathetic, honestly. You're wearing your pajamas, and you've got a throw blanket in your hand that's trailing behind you sadly like you're some kind of cartoon kid.

Belphie tilts his head to the side and looks at you expectantly.

"I can't sleep," you mutter, slightly embarrassed.

"Typical human. Come here," Belphie yawns as he pats the space next to him.

You slowly pad over to him and curl up against his side. He slips his pillow under your head, and his tail as well as one of his arms wraps around you. You're instantly soothed, and you can already feel sleep creeping in on the edges of your consciousness.

"G'night, Belph," you whisper as your eyes slip shut.

"Goodnight," Belphie whispers back, content to fight off bad dreams for the rest of the night.

Honestly, Diavolo won't really get it until you explain it to him fully. He's been sad before, and he's absolutely experienced negative emotions, but chronic anxiety? Yeah, he doesn't really have anything to be anxious about. There are some perks to being the strongest, wealthiest being in the entire Devildom. He's also not the kind of person to get down very often, so you do have to sit him down and explain your experiences and your point of view to him.

After that, he'll be extremely conscientious of your feelings. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you or add to your stress. The second he hears about teachers giving you too much work or demons making negative comments toward you, he's on the case. He's very protective of his exchange students! That's his official excuse anyway

Diavolo's honestly like a walking ray of sunshine most of the time, and it's hard not to feel energized in his presence. He's silly, loving, and pretty joyful overall, not to mention his positivity. It's easy to feel more relaxed and forget about your troubles in his presence.

Regardless, he'd do anything in his power for you. He'd build you your own luxury retreat in a cozy spot in the Devildom just for you to escape to. He's got unlimited resources, and he'll put them to use for you! Just say the word.

"I'm sorry, Dia, I just--I couldn't stay in there any longer. They all just stare at me, and I can't take it. It's--" Diavolo gently interrupts your rambling by placing a warm hand on your shoulder.

"It's no trouble at all," he says warmly. "In truth, I'd much rather spend the night exclusively with you. You make much better company than the nobles..."

A bit of warmth blooms in your chest, and you duck your head.

"I don't think that's a very hard standard to beat."

Diavolo's laughter warms you further, and he rubs your arm tenderly.

"No, dear. No, it's not. I'm certain Lucifer will be able to cover for me. Now, why don't we get into something more comfortable and sit by the fire, hmm?"

Barbatos is a very pragmatic individual. He very rarely feels anxious due to the fact that he kinda knows every possible future. That being said, he's still extremely sympathetic toward your feelings because he knows how things can go wrong, even if they won't actually go wrong.

He'll give you reassurance and comfort, but he won't let you wallow. He has too much respect for you to let you spiral. He's like a lifeguard, always keeping your head above water in that sense.

He'll craft a special magical blend of tea just for you to soothe you. Drinking it puts you at ease and gives you an almost serene feeling.

He's someone who'll go mother hen mode on you. It can feel a bit overwhelming having someone always checking in on you, but he just wants to make sure that you're taking care of yourself.

He won't always be able to be there for you physically, but he'll leave little good luck charms and positive energy attractors as little gifts. Of course, you won't know their true nature, but Barbatos prefers it that way.

I was just thinking of you, MC. Are you perhaps free tomorrow? I'd like you to come to the castle to sample the potential dessert menu for Lord Diavolo's party.

You stare down at your DDD as the text from Barbatos rolls in. The light from your screen is the only light available in your dark bedroom, and you squint. You can't honestly remember the last time you left the House of Lamentation, despite requests from the brothers for your company.

You sigh. Barbatos is never bad company...

Yeah, I can come by tomorrow. Is 1:00 good?

Of course. I will await your arrival with baited breath.

Barbatos sets his DDD down on the kitchen counter. Lord Diavolo's party isn't happening for another two months, but you don't need to know that. He'd gladly spend the rest of his day baking if it meant getting you back by his side.

Solomon might seem like he might not be the best person to talk to, but he's still a human. He may not worry about dying anymore, but his nervous system is still wired just the same as yours is. He understands the way your emotions work better than anyone else in the cast, really, since he's the only one who can directly understand the bodily experiences associated with them.

He can't cook for you, but he's always willing to get some sweet treats and have a chill day doing nothing.

On the flip side, he's also down to drag you out of the house to force you to get some external stimulation. He's very big on getting out and touching grass. He'll be especially keen on private trips up to the human world, so you can feel the actual sun on your skin and touch flowers without worrying about them giving you a rash.

He's more than willing to be your cheerleader on the sidelines. He'll always be your number one believer. As a mentor, a friend, or a partner, he's always got your back.

Your eyes watch the way Solomon's deft fingers move while crafting a spell. It's a relatively simple spell--you're just changing the shape of a wine glass to a champagne flute--but you can't seem to get it down for some reason. This is the tenth time that Solomon's demonstrated the spell, but your fingers still fumble on the third movement. Instead of changing shape, the glass in front of you shatters.

You let out a frustrated noise and collapse back onto the chair you're sitting in.

"It's pointless. I'm useless. I'll never be able to do it."

Solomon tuts, and he suddenly appears behind you. His snowy hair blocks out the candlelight, and he's now the only thing you can focus on.

"Don't say never, MC. It's not a good look on you. The reason you're struggling so much is due to the fact that you have too much raw magical energy in you. It just wants to flow out all at once. We just have to get that under control, and then you'll be just as good as me. Probably better. Maybe," he winks at you.

"But, still...I think that's enough for tonight. Would you like some cupcakes?"

You shoot him a slightly horrified look.

"No, I didn't make them," he sighs. "Simeon made too many."

Simeon would be so gentle with you, and it's not even in a condescending way. He's just so incredibly sweet, and he'd be so worried about you once you tell him you've been having a hard time.

Of course, he's an angel, and I personally HC that angels have an innate ability to be soothing toward humans without even doing anything. You can't help but mellow out a bit once you're around Simeon.

He's so easy to talk to. He's completely understanding and never interrupts you. He gives great advice, too. He's always able to help you find a path forward.

He's also more than willing to help you take care of yourself. He'll cook for you, make sure you're eating, make sure you're drinking water, he'll check in with you before bed, and he'll also make sure to reach out if he knows you have any difficult assignments coming up. He's a very warm, supportive presence all-around, and he'll always be there for you.

Simeon's smiling at you, and it's like the gates of Heaven are opening just for you. A sense of calm soothes the anxiety in your chest, and you let out a short huff.

"It's nothing that anyone's done, really, I just can't believe that everyone here likes me enough to actually want to be my friend. It's...I dunno. It's weird."

Simeon's hand settles over yours gently, and he pats your hand. You came over to Purgatory Hall for a much needed break from the chaotic House of Lamentation. It's not like you'd ever turn down the chance to eat Simeon's food, anyway.

"Oh, dear...you don't realize how lovable you are do, you?" Simeon murmurs.

Heat crawls up the sides of your neck and you stammer out a weak, "Wh--I don't...uh..."

Simeon just shakes his head gracefully, though the fond look in his blue eyes never dissipates.

"You are the most amazing human I have ever met, dear. Never forget that."

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dcdreamblog · 20 hours ago

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Plenty of superhero romances tend to go sour because of the dangers of that kind of life, from death to blackmail to SA to the 90s Green Lantern’s ever infamous fridge incident. Are there any superhero love stories that you know of off the top of your head that didn’t have any kind of tragedy? What do you think made them successful?

I mean there's never going to be such thing as a romance with NO tragedy in it, is there?

To put it in the most minimized possible way "into every life a little rain must fall" no? HUMAN lives are full to bursting with tragedy, heartache, sickness, death and misery. That's part of why love exists. It's one of the things that gets a human being out of bed in the morning. Drives us a little bit further up the mountain when the boulder is pounding on our shoulders. It's a light that beats back the darkness.

I have a perfect example of love, and tragedy, and light. And it's the kind of thing a lot of people in the HERE AND NOW would have trouble accepting.

(A comical illustration from Alan Scott and Molly Mayne's wedding invitations, given out only to their superheroic comrades)

Alan Scott and Molly Mayne met in 1947 when Molly made her 'debut' as the criminal Harlequin. It was a spur of the moment decision brought on by Mayne's then long time infatuation with Scott in his Green Lantern guise. Hoping to attract his attention and become a bewitching femme fatale. They sparred, physically and verbally and all in good fun off and on for many years but that spark just never developed between them. There was a reason.

Alan Scott is a gay man. And always has been.

When forced into retirement by the passage of the Keene Act in 1950, Alan did marry another woman named Rose Canton secretly another supervillainess by the name of Thorn. When the resurgence of her mental illness caused her to disappear from Alan's life he was left distraught. Having reconnected through mutual friends the pair hit it off and they too, were married. A marriage that continues to this day.

Didn't I just say Scott was a gay man? I did.

Scott had known he was a homosexual since his railroad engineer days in the early 1940s, having conducting various affairs with men he knew along the way. He'd been blackmailed, blackballed, even undergoing failed conversion therapy at the infamous Arkham Asylum. By the 1950s Scott had buried his homosexuality intellectually if not emotionally in an attempt to simply survive the society in which he lived but it could never last forever.

After a long period of repression that nearly drove Scott and his son Todd (the superhero Obsidian) apart, it eventually bubbled to the surface and Scott was forced to accept himself...and his wife accepted him just as readily.

See, it turns out that Molly had known all along. Their marriage of nearly as century had never been consummated and through conversation with Scott's comrades and friends it eventually became clear to her why. Scott's buried repression and abuse, two lost children that came crashing back into his life with various degrees of anger, an ex-wife whose murderous alternative personality came seeking revenge on the Scott family, a lifetime of supervillains, criminal conspiracy and violent trauma.

And it didn't matter to her. To either of them in the end.

Alan Scott, a gay man. And Molly Mayne, a straight woman, are married to this day. And DEEPLY in love despite it. Mayne has become the clearest mother figure to Scott's two children, the heroes Jade and Obsidian. She has also become a perennial figure in the superhero history space (I've casually met her once or twice, due to something involving the demon lord Neron she currently resembles a woman in her late 60s despite being over 100).

There are many illicit and definitional questions summoned up by the duo. Sex, labels, the arrangement of beds. But you know what?

It doesn't matter and its none of my goddamn business. Scott and Mayne recently, despite it all, celebrated their 70th anniversary and on this Pride Month, a time all about tossing out old labels to discover and defend the things that make us happy above all. What other way to define and cherish love could POSSIBLY matter than these quotes"

"To my lift, my light, my constant smile. To she who makes every tear a temporary one" - Tweet by Scott upon their anniversary

"A blazing fire. A verdant bloom of life. Stronger than any darkness has ever been." - Tweet by Mayne upon their anniversary

#dc #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #superhero #comics #tw unreality #unreality #unreality blog #ask game #ask blog #asks open #please interact #worldbuilding #green lantern #alan scott #harlequin #molly mayne

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muirneach · 11 months ago

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cdn historian’s continued assertion that riel was insane (and therefore his actions were wrong) is… insane. because if u were 24 and actively seeing the horrors of colonialism unfold upon your homeland and you were doing everything to protect your people but there were threats being made on you literally every day from everyone from your neighbour to the fucking prime minister and ultimately you are unable to effectively stand in the way of the ceaseless march of imperialism you would probably be insane too. and anyways it’s not really any doubt that riel was mentally ill but that doesn’t mean his actions were lesser for it. i don’t care if he thought he was a prophet that god spoke through he was literally right about everything he did. sorry i am doing my weekly reading of my métis history book

#i mean obviously i know why (racism and perpetuating of the colonial agenda)#and. also. demonization of mental illness #but still when you think about his life. like jesus christ dude…..#and thats only 1869-1870!! ignoring the next 15 years of batshit events #then he got elected to parliament MULTIPLE TIMES after successfully founding an entire province #but was unable to actually take his seat in ottawa because you guessed it; warrant for his arrest #and then he got exiled like for realsies and then got secretly admitted into an asylum for a while #because again; the horror of it all takes a toll #and then he was chilling in montana with his wife and children #and then bam. was made to go do Another resistance #because the westward expansion Just Kept Going. except this time it was worse #and then he got murdered! and then his entire family died within a few years of him!#and also when he was a kid his father was a leader or held uprisings and then he was sent to seminary school at age 13 in quebec #and never saw his father again because riel only came home when he died #and also he tried to marry the love of his life in america during this time but her parents found out he was indigenous and refused it #anyways. hes my special historical guy and he makes me soooooooooooo. aaughhh.#history

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starry-bi-sky · 8 months ago

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on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

#svsss #luo binghe #svsss au #scum villain #scum villian self saving system #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #disciple shen yuan #lbh. visibly exhausted and with twitchy eyes: im fine :) | everyone else: ho no the fuck you ARENT.#SQQ was hysterical not because he found out LBH was half-demon but bc he was having a long-awaited mental breakdown over his autonomy :)#or (limited) lack thereof. he was having a sudden onset crisis of mortality and was handling at quite literally the WORST time. oops #im thinking very hard that LBH would never push his disciple into the abyss especially with no system to force him to. so SQQ either #had to goad him into it (failing always) or throw himself in. he ended up doing it himself but not before some very impressive hysterics.#BUT ALSO. IF THIS HAD BEEN WHERE SQQ WAS THE HALF-HEAVENLY DEMON INSTEAD IT WOULD'VE BEEN SO GREAT.#and by great i mean horribly angsty bc SQQ is NOT doing too hot and has. in very SY-like fashion. convinced himself that LBH will kill him #when he finds out he's a demon. so when it comes out i have this mental image of him lunging at LBH and LBH flinches back. but SQQ wraps hi #hands around the blade of Zheng Yang and yanks it up so the tip of the blade is digging into his chest where is heart is. LBH can't yank th #sword away without risking slicing into SQQ's hands. SQQ's hair has fallen out of its tail/bun and is now messily spilling down his #back and its NO helping the kinda deranged look he has going on. he's visibly shaking and his eyes keep flittering away and back at LBH's #face. SQQ is looking at the messages from the system warning him that he has to go into the abyss or punishment will occur. he's like.#rambling though. talking about how shizun doesn't *like* unclean things and there is nothing more unclean than a demon. like he is #INSISTING. LBH can't?? get a fucking word in. actually. SY isn't listening that much either anyways. too overwhelmed with the system and #the amount of stress he's under and his crumbling mental state and the innate and primal desire to live even when he's standing in front of #his own executioner. it all ends with him sitting on the ground at the lip of the abyss with his hair falling in his face. he looks so #unkempt and fallen apart and so distinctly *non-Shen Qingqiu* that LBH feels physically ill over it. tears are streaming down SQQ's face #and despite everything he is smiling. its not a nice smile. its a very frayed falling apart at the seams about to crack smile.#he tells shizun not to worry about staining his blade with this disciple's filthy blood because this disciple will take care of it himself.#and then he falls into the abyss before luo binghe can so much as grab him. the only reason LBh doesn't literally jump in after him is bc #he was numb with shock and the abyss was already closed before he could feel his legs again :]

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just-null · 4 months ago

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PET AU?????!!!! Oh mighty cult leader please give us, your greatful pitful annons, your divine words and opinions (I would cuddle the heck out of all of themm!!!)

As you wish, my beloved cult member!!

this is more of an explanation of the universe than headcanons. Those will be next, but I hope it's still interesting!! This will be tagged under "null kny pet au" to not be confused with anyone else's version

Long story short— reincarnation is a thing here! Bad people turn into animals and go through an endless cycle over and over until they've truly repented for their misdeeds.

To make things interesting, I bent the rules of how things usually work! This is my version of a pet au, and of course, is still yandere because your cult leader is an addict. I'M SORRY IF YOU WERE EXPECTING FLUFF.... THATS LATER. TRUST!!!!!!!!!

[CW! dark themes, alluding to past trauma and "self exit," self destructive behaviors(?), sedation and drugs, dehumanization(?), yandere obsessive goodness]

The pet aspect of this au!

Demons are hybrids who're likely to restart their cycle, giving them their nickname of lost souls. Human characters are hybrids at the pinnacle of rehabilitation, referred to as guiding souls. And you, who's nearby their hybrid shelter. Either working in it or being in its vicinity.

Guiding souls are allowed to be housed by responsible candidates, but it's unlikely for lost souls. Either way the problem is they turn everyone away except you.

Both guiding souls and lost souls have a deep rooted affection towards you. You definitely don't remember it, but they've been with you for many, many, MANY life times, always restarting and eagerly awaiting for stage three and four of the cycle to find you again.

Lower and Upper moons + Muzan have reincarnated more times than you can fathom, yet they can remember most of them. Their psyche is fragile and incredibly hostile towards almost anybody. Not recommended for new staff or housing candidates.

Slayers + Ubuyashiki reincarnated more than average. They committed sins they're ashamed of and show great promise for change. They're practically regular model citizens, except for the occasional outburst. Very well liked by staff and potential housing candidates!!

Guiding souls and lost souls are separated in the shelter but are occasionally allowed to roam and interact with each other. They bicker at best and get into full fist fights at worst. It's highly recommended to be gentle but firm with both. Only guiding and lost souls have both seen and experienced the worst of what life can offer, and staff don't want to cause a frenzy by startling them.

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They're not always transparent with their thoughts. It's more than likely that they don't tell you about their experiences as most would rather focus on their life now rather than how it used to be or what's coming next. Some will tell you if asked, others will dance around it, and others initially refuse.

Still, they'll go through the agony and pain of life after miserable life again and again if it meant being blessed by your light in one of them.

If they're able to have feelings this intense for one being, lost souls refuse to see themselves in the wrong. Feelings like this should be praised. They should be considered good in the eyes of the divine, shouldn't it? What if the universe is wrong for once, huh?! They've lied, cheated, stole, hurt, even killed all to be able to get to you sooner. To feel you again! Their feelings for you are so pure, there's no way it could possibly be another reason to restart!! Even if it was, does it really matter?! What the universe dictates is irrelevant anyway, you're their choice and always will be. So long as you have a soul that continues to shine brightly, they'll find their way towards you when the cycle restarts. Guiding souls are.. anxious. They want to do good by you, want to be seen with love like they've achieved before, want to get to know every version of you and fall in love with every iteration. The finish line is RIGHT there, they know this, it's always been so close, and they'll be able to live by your side as equals.. But they know if they complete the cycle, complete stage four, become fully reborn, they won't remember you. After so many horrible lives lived, they finally understood what it meant to be remorseful about what led them into this mess. Saying that, they can't bring themselves to let go of you. What's the point in living a peaceful existence when there will always be a part of them missing? That's why they "personally restart" their cycle, uncaring that they're so close to forgiveness.

Not every life was kind on them. Silver lining, at least they know they have a new body without the physical scars of their experiences anymore, and of course, you! Though.. even you were harsh sometimes, but they'd rather pull all their teeth out than leave your side. Preferably, they hope you'll throw them a bone and be cordial at least, but if you want to beat, scream, or drive them away, they'll always come back. No matter what you do, they'll forever be loyal to you and you only.

If this is what it takes, they'll love you over and over in this never ending torturous loop until time ends, so until then, spare them a glance, yeah? You don't know how much they've missed you..

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Unnecessarily detailed lore:

SHORT STORY LONG, reincarnation is real here, and it's commonly known that when bad people die, their soul is reborn into an animal. Bad meaning murder, assault, ruining someone's life, intense crimes like that. It can be avoided if the soul had no other choice or feels deep remorse prior to their human life ending.

Failure to meet those requirements begins "the cycle." Each lifetime is a show of dedication to turn back into a full human. A step towards forgiveness from the world they wronged. Souls will retain the excruciating memory of their lives before, only given the mercy of forgetting and keeping the wisdom they earned once they're reborn into a full blooded human.

Animals who're just animals exist, but it's extremely difficult to tell who's a soul under trial and who's not.

It starts off simple, an insect. Depending on how bad the soul was, they'll be something that has a difficult life, like those moths that starve to death upon entering adulthood. Souls will always progress to the next stage after this one, temporarily forgetting about their previous lives.

The next life is exactly the same, but souls regain the ability to remember all their past lives again.

Next is a land mammal or aquatic creature, something easier than before, but still not strong enough to cause havoc. They have a little more intelligence than before.

Then souls become half human, half animal, or more commonly known, hybrids. They might as well be human with animal characteristics, but due to societal interference and their history, they're regarded as subhuman. Like pets.

Lastly, they are fully human, where they get to keep their appreciation for life and forget the past.

The real test is during stage four. If the soul proves to have learned nothing from their previous lives, they'll restart the cycle from the beginning and try again. Ending their life will not count and only restart the cycle. They must die of natural causes.

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There are souls who've restarted numerous times that when they reach stage four again, they're very fragile or aggressive. Due to this, humans adapted to shelter them and help give them another chance at life. It's not uncommon for these souls to try and use their memories to give themselves an upper hand in their next life, forcing humans to give them less autonomy. The more aggressive a soul the more humans will have to use force to keep them down such as sedation, muzzling, restraints. It's often used for lost and guiding souls out of any other type of hybrid but used as a last resort. Risks like these are one of the main reason why hybrids aren't allowed on the streets without supervision or an owner. Souls under trial can get attached to one another, familial wise, platonically, or romantically. As a twisted sense of both mercy and punishment, the world allows them to be reborn together. The cruel part comes when the older of the pair is the first to be reborn, leaving the younger to follow when it's their time. At least they know that the world will allow them to find each other once again in the next life. Sometimes, souls under trial try finding the human soul they've grown attached to in stages three and four, in this case, you. Because of the never ending cycle of punishment, they crave your hold, your care, your love. You. They want to get back to you as soon as possible, and if that means coming to you as a small animal first, then so be it. Some have probably done that numerous times before.

Truly, reincarnated souls who've grown attached to someone are dangerous both to others and themselves. They'll do anything for their human and let their human do anything them.

The current life cycle where this au takes place is one of the best life times they've all had. So yes, cuddling them is like winning the jackpot!

#null rot #not art #cloaked cult member #null gospel #null kny pet au #yandere kny #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #IM DRAWING A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR THE NEXT POST GOING OVER THE CLONES. PLEASE HAVE PATIENCE GIVE ME LIKE A DAY OR TWO #LETS GO BABY. IT WOULDNT BE YANDERE IF THEY WERE MENTALLY STABLE. BOOM SHAKALAKA YESSS GAWD #this is my “oh sweet a comedy anime” *20 episodes later* “WHERE IS THE COMEDY” type of au #THIS IS BACKGROUND KNOWLEDGE. ITS UP TO YOU TO SET UP THE GENRE #does this feel like a reincarnation au?? THATS NOT THE MAIN FOCUS.#PUNCHES GROUND THIS IS A PET AU. FUCK. THIS IS ABOUT THEM BEING CUTE LITTLE GUYS BUT THEYRE ALSO FUCKED UP #i had to ensure yall'd be nice to them or else ill gun you down. or be mean!! its really up to you how this iteration of their life goes #i dont know where to squeeze this in but muzan was your first and your second was Kagaya #that rivalry went DEEP #hEH

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lucky-penne · 1 month ago

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Me coping with the horrors of reality

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moonlessnight-things · 7 months ago

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Moonpaw! Its a bit of an unusual design due to me wanting to preserve her uncannyness. Also I really dislike the idea of her having an "evil" cell sibling, sooo now Moonpool talks to her in the form of a cat. The baby can talk to water now. In my little au brain she was created by Moonpool, with Whistle and Frost finding her, and the former taking her to Windclan. Only two of them kind of have an inclination about what Moonpaw is, or at least where she came from - and it aint Starclan.

#warrior cats designs #warrior cats fanart #erin hunter warriors #warrior cats #warriors #moonpaw #moonpaw wc #moonpaw warrior cats #the elders quest #changing skies #wc #also i have no clue why this fandom hopped on the “evil sibling” bandwagon so fast #I thought we talked like a lot about not demonizing mental illnesses #but it doesnt matter now because we have a cool design??

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wormzandpastaz · 2 months ago

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an angel visited me creepypasta oc art 👍👍

#my posts #tw blood #creepypasta #digital art #no id #creepypasta oc #wormz ocz #If I ever were to write her story or talk about it in depth #I feel as if I would need to do a lot more research and reading first to do it respectfully #The horror of her story is more about how abuse manifests in religious environments and how it effects mentally ill children who aren’t #given proper support and the tragic outcomes that can come of it #But that’s all just ideas of how it can be idk how well I can pull it of in terms of execution #Honestly half of creepypasta stories are about the mistreatment of the mentally ill #but then also half the time the story is demonizing said mental illness #Definitely want to avoid that

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glitter-stained · 6 months ago

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I'm not saying making tentatodd sexy (as in like, a crossover between a mermaid and glossy black octopus-y tentacle porn monster) would have fixed Nightwing Brothers in Blood... but it would have made it much better

#sometimes when I talk about demonization of mental illness it's narratives that imply the illness/trauma makes the bad guy evil #and there's nuance to be explored in the analysis like how much of it is demonization what explanations do we get etc #but sometimes #sometimes the mentally ill character having an episode transforms into a literal ugly ass monster that eats people #and I'm like what do you even want me to say to this #i know why some of y'all enjoy it and I get it BiB has a great premise it could have been great #personally there's other stuff I dislike in it but I get it #but jesus fucking christ who thought the tentacle monster was a good idea #at least make him sexy!!!#(i'm not kidding that would have mitigated the demonization.#best version is no tentacle monster but if there is a tentacle monster at least make it hot)#dc #jason todd #dc comics #red hood #nightwing bib #nightwing brothers in blood #tentatodd #anti nightwing brothers in blood #also to me jason is either a bottom + sub or aro i don't see him doing anything at all with the tentacles #but HE COULD

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xltoucan · 10 days ago

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I'm going to be real I think it's weird to have a bit about Ichiban having schizophrenia. Like as if it's a funny joke.

#rgg #extraloudsquawking #people with schizophrenia are real people and these jokes can come across as dehumanizing #sorry i probably just need to get off tiktok. its so prevalent there #i think we should leave mentally ill ppl out of our joking? especially highly stigmatized ones #um i do also want to iterate that any depictions of mental illness on my blog are in good faith #no mental illness should be demonized or be the butt of the joke. yes everyone that includes those with npd #there can be good jokes involving mental illness but that's nuanced and being part of the in group moreso. and the joke is never about #that it's funny people suffer with that condition/act like that. people who have been killed for having psychosis #I dont think you need to be hanged for making a weird joke. I just think you should consider what you're joking about and reflect a bit #<- additional tags to make sure my point gets across #rgg 7

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medicalunprofessional · 1 year ago

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#psychonauts #gristol malik #theodore malik #<-Yeah. Hes there #psychonauts 2 spoiler #nightmaretheater #time on canvas: 8 hours #also YES this is psychonauts fanart. I prommy. Iii prommy. its gristol when he was younger #rips my hair out rips my eyes out #Hi Ugly. Points at him #travel back in time and take him away from his parents Okay #you will get my message #as much as i hate him i feel he must be understood at some level.#im not saying we should excuse or forgive him. No. We need to understand why he turned out like that #(its his parents (he only knows propaganda))#i have so much to say on the topic . i have been consumed by thoughts of him #kind of upsetting how the one guy with a cluster b personality disorder gets No Understanding in the Understanding Mentally Ill People game #<-once again. Not excusing his actions #also yeah sorry i had to unleash the rendering demons oops

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qoldenskies · 1 month ago

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Just wanted to say I really like how you write Splinter. It feels very authentic as someone with a home life like that so I find your fics vry cathartic :)

thank you! ;~; i have very complicated feelings on splinter because i admit that the "good/bad parent splinter" tags kind of annoy me sometimes just a little... because i think splinter is a parent they all love and cherish and adore and they end up with good relationships with him from what's shown, but we also must not undermine it. splinter was a neglectful parent, and neglect is abuse, and that is extremely noticeable in the way that they all act. but it also wasn't his fault for being mentally ill and... i suppose the whole transformation feels like a metaphor for physical disability? ive always seen it as something kind of like chronic illness.

splinter's a victim of circumstance and he is not fully responsible for the position he put them in. the sad reality is that the closest equivalent is living a life in poverty, and the kind of situations raph and donnie were put in can happen to kids even with attentive, considerate and healthy parents. but this doesn't mean poor, or disabled, or mentally ill people shouldn't be having children. that is a eugenicist narrative that would also predominantly be applied to and enforced on people of color. the problem lies in the lack of resources and capitalism as a whole. i feel like making him unambiguously abusive because he's malicious and hates his kids can be kind of a cop-out, although it depends on the story you want to tell.

i do think accountability is something i want to hit splinter with and the show does try to do it to at least some extent-- but also it's a comedy first and foremost. some of splinter's neglect is played up for goofs and gaffes so i feel like taking gags to show that he's secretly an abuser (whatever the hell the end of lair games was, or him whacking them with his tail, for example) is kind of disingenuous lmao. rise plays up very real problems for the sake of comedic effect, and i like that there's some underlying things to pick at in-between the lines that makes the characters feel so alive. i feel like it's what fanfic's for.

but also i understand why people DONT like splinter. there are some parts of his characterization, especially his design, that are very racist. i just hate when people make his depiction even more racist when they make him evil. i also dont like the fatphobia in the show idk. the biggest reason i havent drawn him is because i would want to redesign him, but i cant really fix the weird racist undertones without making him anything but a rat i fear.

#ask #its always morally correct to hate your shitty dad tho btw. to anyone reading this #i understand splinter is not young palatable and cute like the turtles are so a lot of people dont care enough but i do... I DOOOO.#ive seen some stories about splinter being shittier than i write him that actually approach it with a lot of nuance #i support going down dark paths for characters if youre gonna really take them into consideration first #i have a parent a lot like splinter that failed me really badly but they're also like. my mommyyyyy my mommmmmmyyyyyyyy #i have mommy issues. but i also have a very good relationship with them now. they're so kind and supportive #it was just a learning process. and they're very disabled and mentally ill. i understand why they were the way that they were #i went on about demonization but i also find it kind of sad when people make him unambiguously good too #less fun to be had. although i understand not addressing it when there's a completely different story to be told #the influence of splinter's neglect hangs so heavy over them all that it appears in literally everything i write #especially because i write a lot of . donnie. lawl. you have to talk about splinter to get to the root of donnie's issues #raph's too

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yes i just made a post about nonbinary victor and yes i will make analysis on a transfem reading of victor in the next breath

long, rambling analysis under the cut

• victor does not merely seek to create life but to do so in a way that bypasses the female body entirely. a transmasculine reading might focus on his desire to "usurp" childbirth, but in a transfeminine reading, his method reflects an unwillingness to claim masculinity through the traditional path of fatherhood. instead, he externalizes the process, removing himself from it as much as possible

• his tendency toward secrecy and repression also reinforces his role as a feminine character. unlike a traditional male protagonist who would confront his guilt head-on, victor internalizes his fears, choosing to suffer silently rather than assert control over his narrative; his silence and self-inflicted isolation recall the way women in gothic fiction are often dismissed, disbelieved, or forced into silence by societal constraints

• as victor grows more and more ill during the creation process (one big metaphor for childbirth), he, despite being aware of his sickness, describes being unable to stop himself due to "supernatural" forces outside of himself: "the energy of my purpose alone sustained me: my labours would soon end," much like how pregnancy is an uncontrollable, continuous process. moreover, his "languor and extreme weakness" parallels the physical toll of pregnancy and labor, what he literally describes as quote "time spent in painful labour"

• victor describes himself as "timid as a love-sick girl" (!) during his illness in the 1823 text

• he experiences postpartum depression and psychosis

• in general, he is expected to take on the more traditionally masculine role of being this pillar of emotional support for the family. victor is reprimanded and reminded time and time again by alphonse to conform and uphold these traditional masculine values of "sucking up" his grief, but continues to experience a stereotypically "feminine" range of emotion despite, what alphonse incorrectly recognizes as false pride. additionally, upon his return to geneva he is in such a state of emotional turmoil he is the one who has to be comforted by elizabeth, not the other way around

• in the same vein, as the heir to the frankenstein family his father assumes he will carry on the family legacy and pursue a respectable, intellectual career as a syndic, yet victor's interest veer into obsession, secrecy, and isolation--behaviors that mirror the gothic trope of the confined, melancholic woman rather than the bold and authoritative man of science. he id the only frankenstein to go into further education upon the whim of his parents, and he returns from ingolstadt in a worse state than before

• alongside elizabeth, he takes on the traditionally feminine role of caretaker of young william and ernest

• his destruction of the bride can be read as a metaphor for abortion, particularly alongside his profound guilt, grief and psychological decline afterwards. his reasoning for tearing apart the female creature mirrors anxieties surrounding reproduction and parenthood: he fears she will bear offspring, that she will be uncontrollable, that she will exert influence over the creature

• victor experiences gendered oppression for his "feminine" emotional demonstrativeness of anxiety, weakness, fear, etc. (within the historical context)--one that, while not explicit, places him in the position of a disbelieved, silenced, and emotionally unstable figure. from the moment after the creatures animation, victor anticipates that no one will believe his story, a fear that parallels the societal treatment of women who speak out about trauma, abuse, or other experiences that challenge dominant narratives. he repeatedly laments that if he were to reveal the truth, he would be labeled mad, irrational, or delusional--labels historically used to dismiss women’s testimony

• even when victor does attempt to speak out, his fears about being seen as mad are realized. when he tells the magistrate that the creature is responsible for the murder of elizabeth, he is met with skepticism and his words are treated as the ravings of a madman. this moment in particular envokes the historical treatment of women who were seen as having "excessive emotions". his story is too outrageous, his grief too unhinged, his emotions too raw--he does not embody the calm, rational, masculine authority that commands belief

• this all adds another layer to his dynamic with walton and clerval, both of whom serve as more socially acceptable and physically capable (i say physically capable because victor had to rely on them for care) male counterparts. walton, in particular, acts as a recorder of victors tale, much like how male voices have historically been needed to validate women’s experiences. victor must rely on walton, a man, to preserve his narrative, just as women have often needed male advocates to be taken seriously

• clerval actively assumes responsiblity for victor’s well-being in times of illness as he not only nurses him back to health but also controls how his condition is reported to others, particularly elizabeth and alphonse. he mediates victor’s communication with his family, much like how a husband would manage a wife’s affairs, especially regarding health and medical decisions. this positions victor in a traditionally passive, dependent role assigned to women and further shows his lack of autonomy--he is not just physically weakened but also deprived of agency over his own care, reliant on clerval’s judgment and control

• furthermore, when he requests to travel alone to create the bride, they send clerval with him without consulting him, reinforcing the idea that victor cannot (or should not) function independently. simultaneously this also creates a dynamic resembling husband and wife between clerval and victor, (as the lovely @victorfreakenste1n, who first pointed this out to me, phrased it) “women can’t do anything on their own, they need their husband to make proper decisions”

• victor is rarely in control of his own life, despite his obsession with controlling life itself. his parents orchestrate his future by choosing his wife and his career path. even when he attempts to assert independence--pursuing science against their expectations--his actions are driven by compulsion (as his studies spiral into an uncontrollable obsession) rather than genuine autonomy. his “escape” to ingolstadt isn’t a rebellion but a deferral of obligation, and his eventual return home is forced by tragedy

• victor’s treatment also mirrors elizabeth’s: just as she is expected to wait patiently for victor, he is expected to defer to his family’s guidance. both are essentially passive participants in their own fates, shaped by expectations they cannot fully escape

takes a bow. the end

#rob.txt #frankenstein #victor frankenstein #analysis #leaving this one in the tags but dare i say the general reception of victor as a character #where he is demonized constantly for things outside of his control like physical and mental illness #also speaks to the feminine experience

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