#either you commit to saving everyone or you'll be saving no one

[stillness-in-green]

The thing that doesn't make sense to me if Izuku resolved to kill is how it doesn't let them prove AFO wrong? AFO did his big reveal which only makes it clearer how deep the grooming went and it should've been time for Izuku to understand Tenko and Tenko to understand the abuse then reject the mindset forced onto him. But Izuku killing Tenko doesn't do that. Tenko just dies. It feels very wrong.

I guess Izuku just wasn't very interested in proving AFO wrong! Honestly, the only thing I immediately remember Izuku disputing the guy on was the same thing he disputed Shigaraki on: that he was anything more than a human being. AFO isn't a Demon King, but just a lonely man. Shigaraki hasn't transcended humanity; there's still a human somewhere deep inside of him. Izuku won't correct his allies' use of dehumanizing language for Villains, of course, but he's quick to push back when the Villains themselves self-aggrandize.

Sorry, I really only have withering disdain for Deku at this point. And I guess I don't really see any evidence that Deku was ever particularly driven by "proving AFO wrong." He wants to stop AFO, certainly, but that's because AFO is a monster who takes advantage of vulnerable people to maneuver them into doing Bad Things that advance AFO's Bad Plans and sets them onto Bad Paths that are difficult to walk back, not because he expressly opposes AFO on this or that ideological point about the nature of humanity and society.

(Hit the jump for the rest of a somewhat rambly reply.)

If anything, current evidence is that neither Deku nor the manga itself really do disagree with AFO about the frailty of humans, as expressed by Tsukauchi answering Deku's question about how to prevent future tragedies by shrugging and saying, "You don't, because life fucking sucks sometimes and that's just how it is. Our hands are completely tied on improving the system as we have it, so all we can do is punch out the Villains that appear in front of us to stop them from causing more harm."

That's also me being a bit harsh, of course. The fact that Deku is even still asking that question in the epilogue suggests that the manga hasn't reached its final answer yet, and maybe it will yet come up with something better! It doesn't have much time left, but it's still possible!

All the same, Deku is still having to ask that question in the epilogue because he never truly faced it over the course of the story. Never thinking about what Shigaraki as a person said in favor of fetishizing the Crying Child, never coming up with any kind of non-violent plan of attack or conversational approach, I have to ask what exactly about Shigaraki did Deku ever disagree with AFO on?

AFO, in the end, characterized Shigaraki as a puppet he molded exactly as he desired, a doll who he sculpted and programmed to act as he wished, a feeble child who has never made a single decision that AFO didn't cultivate him to make. So far as I can tell, Deku never really contested that framing. He didn't know the extent of it until the full reveal, of course, but Deku, like AFO, insisted on approaching Shigaraki solely through that "Crying Child" lens. He seemed to believe that nothing Shigaraki said or did on the surface really mattered (save as a reason that Shigaraki had to be stopped and potentially killed), that the "truth" of Shigaraki was that feeble little weeping boy who never grew up.

How could Deku possibly "prove AFO wrong" in that context? He doesn't even disagree with him! I mean, he's got some nice talk about how people deserve a second chance, sure; he says that people doing wrong doesn't make them Villains for the rest of their lives. What does do that, however - insofar as I can tell from how opaque the series keeps Deku throughout the final war - is refusing the hand out of the darkness. You stop being a victim and become a Villain for the rest of your life by choosing to remain a Villain even when offered an alternative (no matter how patently awful that alternative is).

Shigaraki chooses to remain a Villain and Deku doesn't have a counter for that because Deku never really got past the false binary represented by Villains and Victims to begin with. And I think the same goes for people who expected Shigaraki to just fold when he realized the extent of the grooming he'd undergone. Disallowing Shigaraki any agency in who he is and what he's done is defining him the same way AFO and Deku both did; when Shigaraki refuses to accept that framing, refuses to be a passive victim, the only thing left for him to be is a Villain. And when a Villain refuses to stop...

Well, Hawks already told us what the Heroes' answer to that is. "Someone has to die." As no one ever stepped up to prove him wrong, as far as the story is concerned, he isn't.

AFO always knew that victims can be turned into Villains with the right nudges; that's the whole reason for him cultivating "warped seeds" whenever and wherever he found them. Hero Society is - and always has been - much too rigid in its enforcement of the Hero/Villain/Victim narrative to effectively combat him. Crucially, Deku - the boy who wants to bring everything back just the way it was - doesn't disagree with him. He thinks AFO is an asshole for setting people up to fail, but he doesn't disagree about what failure means. So if AFO, Deku, and the story itself are all in agreement, what's even there for Deku to disprove?

Now, there is something that would prove AFO wrong, but it isn't something you can do while insisting on drawing lines to separate sad manipulated woobie victims who just need to be saved from awful unrepentant villains who just need to rot. It isn't something you can do while infantilizing Shigaraki Tomura.

The way to prove AFO wrong is to make room in society to help all Villains. Even if they aren't asking for it, even if they never ask for it, and even if they're jolly bastards who don't really deserve it! As long as there's a point at which it becomes okay to give up on trying to save Villains, Shigaraki will remain unsavable. He will insist on being unsavable. He could no more let that go than All Might could step aside and let AFO's attack kill an innocent at Kamino.

That's what it means to be a Hero for Villains.

Ultimately, what makes AFO right is that he knows that Hero Society makes it difficult if not impossible to uncross the victim-to-Villain bridge, and so anyone who does cross that bridge (with or without his influence) is that much more susceptible to him. Deku, in turn, thinks the only Villains he can save are those who drop everything and come sprinting as fast as they can back to the Hero side, so anyone who won't do that is someone he can't help.

Shigaraki refused to stop trying to create a better world for Villains. Toga refused to live in a world that would imprison her. Twice refused to give up on the friends no Hero would help. It's the same with every other Villain who refused to quietly endure their status quo: in a society that refuses to change how it treats Villains, anyone who won't submit to suffering in silence cannot be saved.

That's the paradigm AFO exploits, and Deku will never prove him wrong without resolving to change the paradigm first. We'll see if the last two chapters get him there.

[frickingnerd]

something to believe in

pairing: miles edgeworth x gn!reader

summary: you get arrested for a crime you didn't commit, refusing to talk to any of the defense attorneys sent to you. but a certain prosecutor refuses to give up on you!

tags: platonic relationship (strangers), angst with an open/happy ending, supportive/caring!miles, framed!reader

“you're the fourth defense attorney they sent to me today. but before you even sit down, let me tell you this; i'm not talking to you either.”

the moment edgeworth entered the room, he was kindly greeted by you. yet he just huffed amused, shrugging it off and taking a seat on the other side of the glass plate.

“lucky for you, i'm not a defense attorney.” he stated, before introducing himself. “i'm prosecutor miles edgeworth.”

“what's a prosecutor doing here then? aren't you the ones trying to frame me for this murder?” you huffed, leaning forward a little, as you held eye contact with the man in front of you.

“believe it or not, i care more about the truth than winning this case. if you're innocent, then i want to know it.”

there was a moment of silence, where miles and you clearly observed one another, before you leaned back again and shook your head.

“like i'm saying, i'm not talking.”

“pushing me away will not help you.” miles sighed, now mirroring your former pose and leaning forward. “nor will it help you to refuse any of the attorneys sent to you. they're all good people, willing to take on your case and help you.”

“i don't want their help.” you stated. “some people just don't want to be saved.”

miles’ eyes narrowed as he stared at you, watching your face grow more serious. he had met enough liars in his career as a prosecutor to know that you didn't mean what you were saying. you were lying not just to him, but to yourself as well!

“how are you just okay with this?” miles sighed quietly, shaking his head. “you're taking the blame for a crime you clearly didn't commit. yet i don't think you're trying to protect anyone…”

“maybe i did. it'd be easier if you gave up on me, alright? make me the villain in this story. everyone else is already on board with it…”

the moment you said those words, miles noticed you averting your gaze for a moment, swallowing hard. you were trying to act tougher than you were, but he could see that you were just scared, yet too prideful to admit it.

“you believe that no matter what you say or do, you'll be convicted for this crime. is that it?” miles rose from his chair, hands slamming on the table, as he raised his voice. “so you'd rather take the easy way out, play along with everyone's lies and ruin your life, instead of doing what's hard and fighting for your innocence! you're a coward. perhaps you truly aren't worth saving.”

“HEY–!” you yelled back, jumping up from your chair as well and glaring at the prosecutor through the glass front. if it wasn’t there, you likely would've punched him by now…

“what? are you angry?” miles huffed amused, before turning serious again. “i'm not the one you should be angry at. instead, you should direct that anger towards the person who framed you for this! use that anger as your motivation to reveal the truth and take them down, while proving your innocence!”

there was another moment of silence, the tension between the two of you almost unbearable, until you quietly sighed and sat down again. miles waited for a moment, before seating himself as well and continuing the conversation in a more civilized manner.

“i know that you're scared to fight, as it still might be in vain. but i know a good defense attorney, who can help you win this case. you just have to let him help you…”

you lowered your head, still quietly weighing your options. but ultimately, edgeworth was right. you shouldn't just go down without a fight!

“what's that attorney's name?” you eventually gave in, leading to a small smile hushing over miles’ lips.

“phoenix wright.” he stated, as he got up from his chair again. “i can assure you, he's the best in his field. and if he dares to lose this case, i'll make sure to reprimand him for that myself.”

[sillylogiclover]

Rambling #59

Scene 1

HOLY SHIT I FOUND IT

"Wow! Being a girl would be cool!" BLAAACK DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL US? Also THEY'RE SO BLORBO IN THIS?! LITERALLY GOES TO CHECK ON MFC WHEN SOMETHING'S WRONG. OK I LOVE THIS BLACK I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

FUCKER WENT FROM 'NOO I LIKE WHAT I AM NOW' TO JUSt. 'Hey this ain't so bad :3'

Black is trans and doesn't even know oh my god I LOVE HER 🥺 I also adore they didn't change the personality and that she's still a prick. I LOVE HER SO MUCH I CANNOT.

"Hey check out my sweet ass transition" And then she kills the transphobes with her now also trans henchwomen. I FUCKING LOVE THIS SO MUCH SHE'S. THE SHE

Ignoring the kiss scene; Where is Brud's spike/horn?

BALD BALD BALD- BAHAHA

I'M CRYING I DID NOT EXPECT THAT

Wooow ok Raddy was just making sure Orena was ok and she just killed him 💔

Also he didn't become starstruck by the lady like the others were... Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm :3

HOLY SHIT SHE

I'M IN AWE SHE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL

ALSO THAT JUST

"I'M STILL PRETTIER THAN YOU >:(" YES YOU ARE BLACK YES YOU ARE YOU BEAUTIFUL GLORIOUS WOMEN HS if you don't make an ep where Black ACTUALLY realizes she's trans I will eat your tile flooring.

Scene 2

...So. So Black casually decided to make Pinki a house to live in. Ok I think I REALLY adore HS Black rn- Ohhhhh they want her to marry them nvm-

ALSO OMG THE FAMILY OF ALL TIME

.......... HELP-

I'm not gonna say it. Just. Look at it. And you'll know why I'm laughing.

ALSO THE AMOUT OF CRIME COMMITED IN THIS SEGMENT IS INSANE. ARSON. BATTERY. LACING. Goddamn this is all very unblorbo of Black.

Can I give them all a hug omfg THEY NEED IT. Also the child throwing the keyboard at Black is so smart. Dude give that child a damn award.

AND THEN THEY GET A HAPPY END I'M SO JOYOUS!

Scene 3

.....I'm just realizing hs Gray sounds a bit similar to gt Gray? Or am I tripping? Either way strong intro, everyone's dead and he's digging at Wenda's grave. It then cuts to em all making music and what is the DEAL WITH MAKING EVERYONE HATE GRAY'S SOUND? Also Black is being a blorbo once again :3

When not in evil mode they sound so UNDYINGLY CUTE IT HURTS. Girl why you so ':D'? And- Oh- Wait nope they're evil again FUCK. BAHAHA THEY ALL JUST DROP DEAD LIKE A FUCKING OVERDRAMATIC GOAT I LOVE THIS

Also Gray punching Black in the face and killing him was just the move to do. :3 AND THEN BOOM MAGIC SPELL AND EVERYONE'S ALIVE!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Oh wait nope Gray's dead - Well he'll be missed :<

Scene 4

Starting off strong?

Waaait they changed designs for this one? Like the artstyle is noticeably different- SO ANYWAY I guess the reason Black is evil is because of being outcasted due to their sound? Like they're actually such pricks to them wtf?

Also why do I wanna punch this version of Clukr-

They also shoved them like VERY AGGRESSIVLY TO THE GROUND LIKE THEY WERE TRYING THEIR GODDAMN BEST.

So yeah he kills em all and uh GRAY CAME AT THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME. BUT UH WENDA TO THE GODDAMN RESCUE IG?? Then she almost dies and then Gray saves HER

Then Black regrets everything and fixes it and IS BLORBO AGAIN

...That was a wild ride goddamn-

[frenchkisstheabyss]

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♰ Pairing: vampire!hyunjin x vampire!chubby!reader

♰ Genre: horror/angst

♰ Summary: A new drug's turning vampire's feral and when Hyunjin uncovers a plot to pin it all on you, he's determined to make your enemies pay even if he puts himself in danger in the process.

♰ Word Count: 2.3kish

♰ Warnings: mentioned drug use (it's synthetic blood), blood, burning alive, mentions of violence, strong language, stabbing, vampires obviously, low key psychotic love, pet names (baby, honey).

♰ A/N: I created this to have two parts. This one is more action-oriented and the second will be more romantic. I'm just trying to do my part to give us chubby badass vampire babes whose men love them enough to commit murder, ya know?

The underground club scene can grow quite boring for a vampire. Your first few blood raves make you feel more alive than you ever did when you actually had a pulse. But the ones that follow? They become so mundane and predictable that not even the introduction of human drugs can save them from losing their luster.

Enter a new drug, Ultra, synthetic blood by vampires for vampires. Guaranteed to fuck you up. One dose opens your eyes to a world far beyond your own. It mutates your cells. Alters your brain chemistry. Turns you into a brand new beast. The power you gain is addictive and the things you’ll do to hold onto it, the sins you'll commit, you don’t even want to imagine.

But you must imagine them. You are the one who created Ultra, or so they say, and some incredibly powerful people are looking to give you a taste of your own poison. Tell me, are you prepared to die? Again?

Distorted metal music ricochets off of the stone walls of the club with the force of a dozen automatic rifles firing all at once. The occasional rapid flashing of strobe lights illuminates the darkness, giving the few hundred bloodsuckers on the dance floor the closest thing to a sunrise that they can tolerate. Everyone dances except for one weasel of a man. A dealer slinking through the crowd in his worn leather jacket handing off vials of Ultra to this person and the next.

“I won’t have to do this for long,” he tells his friend at the bar when he stops to grab a drink. This friend, a fellow scumbag, grins as he knocks back a shot, completely unphased by the recent carnage caused by the shit his companion has been peddling. “The council says once I do this they can get rid of her and make room for me.” “Make room for you? Tell me you don’t really think those rich fucks would ever let us into their secret society”

The dealer nods to the bartender to give him his usual, “See, that’s your problem. You think too small. That’s why you’ll never get anywhere.” His friend only rolls his eyes, turning to check his surroundings before he leans in to offer some advice. “I’d be quieter about this if I were you. If she finds out you’re trying to set her up she’ll sick her dog on you then you won’t get anywhere either.” “Fuck her” the dealer spits, finishing off his drink, “She can sick her dog on me. I’ll just have to put him down.”

Agitated, he slams his glass down on the bar, nearly shattering it. “I’m supposed to be afraid of her?” he mutters, shoving the other man aside to turn down a winding hallway that leads to the back door. He stops in front of the door to dig for a cigarette, wincing at the brightness of the few working lights that dangle from the ceiling of the desolate hallway. The air shifts, growing colder around him, but he’s much too busy fidgeting with his lighter to notice the change. Too lost in the ecstasy of that first drag to notice the shadow along the wall closing in on him. “I don’t even know why they have to do all of this. Should just kill her. She’s just some stupid b—”  

An ice pick pierces his neck from behind, taking every twist and turn between his muscles before emerging on the other side. The cigarette falls from his lips, extinguished by the tiny pool of blood forming in vivid red on the concrete floor. “Just some what?” Hyunjin questions, rolling the ice pick between the man’s vertebrae. The sound of metal splitting bone is music to Hyunjin’s ears. “Speak! What were you going to call her?” The man opens his mouth but no answers tumble out. Only blood and desperate gasps for air. Tears begin to form in his eyes as the reality of his helplessness sets in.

Hyunjin leans over the man’s shoulder, his large hand reaching around to cover his mouth. “I should’ve known you’d have nothing interesting to say” he sighs, almost sounding disappointed, “You’re just some stupid bitch.” The ice pick slips out smooth as butter, finding a new home in the man’s left lung followed by his right. Hyunjin moves in a blur of darkness, leaving the man spinning in circles trying to predict where the next attack will come from.

Blood pours from a dozen different holes scattered across his body. He reaches out to grab the collar of Hyunjin’s expertly pressed suit only to pull back a fistful of nothing. The coldness, he feels it now as he drops to his knees, his vision darkening. One final stab, inches from his heart, is all he feels before the bulbs in the ceiling pop leaving him in the dark. 

“Oh, Jinnie, look! Here you are!” you sing from the comfort of a rose infused bubble bath. You ease down further into the steamy water, the rose petals dancing at the surface cloaking your naked body. “Pisces,” you begin to read off from the astrology book you’ve been flipping through, “As Jupiter aligns with Neptune in your house of love, you mustn’t shy away from sharing your true feelings with your partner—” Hyunjin kneels beside you, tilting your book back to view the title. He cracks a smile, “A Girl’s Guide to Astrology 2023. After a hundred years, you still believe in that stuff?” “Mmm, maybe” you shrug, running your black manicured nails through his slicked back hair.

Resting his head on the edge of the tub, Hyunjin closes his eyes and lets you massage his scalp. He could stay like this for hours, having you read to him by candlelight as your fingers melt away all that plagues him. “What are your true feelings? You seem troubled.” “No trouble, my love.” Tossing the book to the floor, you raise his head to look at you. It never fails, even after a century together, that looking into his eyes makes you want to melt. Beyond the beauty of his features lies a softness reserved only for moments like this. For moments with you. A softness that most men of your kind lacked even before they turned.

“You’re lying to me, Jinnie. What’s wrong?” One brush of your thumb across his cheek is all it takes to break his defenses. “You know that Ultra stuff that has everyone turning feral?” You nod, not daring to ask if he’d taken it. He’d never touch something like that. Not your Jinnie. Not when he’s seen firsthand what it does. It’d be hypocritical to say that neither of you lusts for violence. But violence directed towards people who don’t deserve it? Tearing the limbs from innocent lovers in the park? Slaughtering whole families? There’s no pride in that. “I caught the guy who’s been dealing it. He’s upstairs. I think—” Hyunjin pauses, bracing for your reaction, “I think the council plans to say that you made it.”

Your iris pulses an electric red, your heart pumping a pure searing hatred through your veins. The council. Five decrepit bastards who rule their own sectors of the city under the guise of keeping the peace between vampires and humans when in reality it’s all about the money. That’s all it’s ever been about. They’re criminals, the same as any mafia you’ve ever known, and you worked your ass off for your seat among them. They could never quite accept that a woman infringed upon their little boys' club. They would’ve put a stake through your heart a long time ago if it weren’t against their own bullshit rules. 

Rule #1: We never kill our own. The Consequence: Death. 

Ultra doesn’t just make vampires kill humans. It makes them kill each other. And finally, when their bodies can’t mutate anymore, it kills the host too. If they can pin this on you then you’re dead. You, every vampire under your protection, and Hyunjin—

Not him. Never him. 

You rip through the halls of your sprawling mansion, hearing Hyunjin’s voice as if it were far away at the end of a long tunnel. “Cover up at least, honey” he insists, throwing a flowy silk robe around your wet body. You slip your arms in, not missing a beat as you grab a blade from the wall on your way to the third floor. You can hear shallow breathing as if it were your own. The stench of whisky and blood floods your senses the closer you get, nearly making you nauseous. Kicking the door into your spare bedroom, you come upon the man plotting your death.

He’s chained to the bed, his clothes tattered where wounds from the ice pick have slowly begun to heal. You descend upon him, your blade pressed to his throat, fangs bared. “Tell me everything” you demand, realizing at once that you’ve seen him before. Nowhere in particular. Here and there. In places you never thought much of. Had his appearances there really been a coincidence? No, there was a reason. He’s been watching you all this time. How didn’t you see it? “No” he refuses, licking the dried blood from his bottom lip, “Kill me and you’ll burn for it. You both know that!”

You gasp, sitting up on top of him, “Oh no, baby, did you hear that?” Hyunjin leans against the wooden bedpost, his reappearance startling the man. “I heard. Kill him and we’ll burn” Hyunjin dramatically cowers in fear, “I’m so scared. We better be careful, huh?” “Mmhmm” you agree, inching the blade away from the man’s neck and burying it in the mattress beside his head. “Jinnie, how long do you think until sunrise?” Hyunjin makes his way to the window, peeking out at the breathtaking landscape that surrounds your home.

It’s early enough in the morning for the sky to still cling to hues of dark blue as the sun creeps up along the horizon. “Half an hour maybe.” “Would you be a dear and open the curtains? It’s so dark in here.” The man’s eyes dart back and forth, watching your smile grow more devious with each curtain Hyunjin ties open. “Wait, you can’t—” the man panics, struggling against his chains. “I know. I know. We can’t kill you!” you groan, climbing off of him, “But we’re gonna. I mean, thanks to you they’ll probably try to kill me anyway, and since you won’t answer any questions you’re useless.”

Hyunjin takes you by the hand, escorting you to the door. “You go to bed. I’ve got it from here” he whispers, kissing you on the forehead. You cross your arms defiantly, refusing to move an inch. “No, we’ll finish this together like we do everything else.” Hyunjin’s arms come around your waist, pressing your plush body to his. “I always take care of you, don't I?” he asks, his hands tracing your figure. “Always.” “Then go and wait for me, okay? This won’t take long.” You glance over at the man on the bed, your mind racing with all the things you could do to him. All horrors he’d very much deserve.

“Fine but hurry. You've been gone all night. I’ve missed you.” Your lips meet, sparking something that sets your body ablaze in a different way. One that has you tugging at the buttons on his shirt as your tongue teases the sharp points of his fangs. You don’t want to break away and neither does he. Once Hyunjin has his hands on you everything around him loses its importance. The only thing his body longs for—needs as if his survival depends upon it—is you. But he manages to turn you loose for your own safety, locking the door when you leave to be extra safe.

Without another word, he circles the room slowly closing each curtain he opened only moments ago. “What happened? Change of heart?” the man taunts, trying and failing to get a rise out of him. Hyunjin grabs the vintage French parlor chair positioned by the window and drags it to the darkest corner of the room. He sits in silence, his face void of emotion, his eyes unblinking. Hyunjin’s focus is no longer on his prisoner but on the evolution of the light that breaks through the curtains.

Minute after agonizing minute passes until the fear of the unknown forces the man to ramble off everything he can think of. Insults, confessions, pleas for mercy. None of it gets the slightest reaction until the faintest sunbeam casts its light on the carpet. Hyunjin rises, locking eyes with the man for the first time as he approaches the sunbeam. “My wife always said we all have special abilities. Things that make us unique,” he says, rolling up his left sleeve. “I didn’t believe her at first but then one day I got caught in the sun.”

Hyunjin shoves his forearm into the sunlight, his bare skin exposed to what should be eating through him like acid. “Nothing, see? It takes a while for me to burn but you—I have a feeling you’ll strike up like a match.” “No, please! You don’t understand!” Hyunjin smirks, twirling over to the window, “You don’t understand. You told my baby she’d burn. You first!” Hyunjin tears open the curtain nearest to the bed, letting the sun shine in at full power. “What a beautiful morning” he hums, sliding the others open to the tune of screams that would wake the dead.

The man on the bed is burning, his skin bubbling like he’s being deep fried. In a sense he is. The heat from the sun is cooking him. He feels every pop. Every sizzle. Tiny fires ignite, charring his skin. Hyunjin watches on, the steam rising from his own skin barely a tickle. He won’t leave this room before he’s seen him burnt to a crisp, reduced to nothing more than a charred corpse for him to deliver to the council as a warning of sorts.

Threaten what he loves and this is only a taste of the fate that awaits them.

[hpowellsmith]

Hey Harris, do you mind asking your wife a question for me lol, I can’t find her tumblr anywhere or else I would’ve asked myself.

I’m playing Asteroid Run and can’t seem to get the “It’s the uniform” achievement or the “Romance the office man” or whatever it’s called- I’m trying to 100% the game.

Anyway I hope you both know how much I admire your writing.

Take care

Hello! My wife doesn't have a Tumblr so feel free to message me with things about her games. I get to scurry up and give her the gift of a lovely compliment or a question about something in her work.

I hope this is useful! Thank you ever so much for your kind comments.

It's the Uniform: Gain a Commission

In Chapter 7, agree to make a deal with T-PES.

In Chapter 8, ask Katja to join Solib, then state that you want to be a double agent. Take the transponder with you when you leave.

In Chapter 10, make a distraction. The scores for this are complicated!

You need T-PES Strength to be as high as possible, and Solib Fervor to be as low as possible so if there are points earlier in the game that contribute there, choose them - you may need to look at the code for this, or just keep an eye on the stats page.

Distraction using an illness either needs Shiori with you, or:

Sabotage the air filtration (needs Solib Anarchic >= 60)

Steal an emetic (needs Solib Recruitment <= 40)

Trick a medic (needs Solib Leverage >= 60)

Distraction using the engine either needs Dylan with you, or:

Sabotage the fuel (needs Solib Anarchic >= 60)

Break fuel injector array (needs Solib Recruitment <= 40)

Trick an engineer (needs Solib Leverage >= 60)

Distraction using a riot either needs Dylan with you, or:

Announce that we should cut and run (needs Solib Anarchic >= 60)

Start a rumour about mutiny (needs Solib Fervor <= 40)

Everyone's on hair trigger (needs Solib Aggressor >= 60)

In the final chapter, you'll get offered to join T-PES - accept it and the commission.

Silver Fox: Romance the company man

Don't commit to a romance earlier in the game.

Become governor or interim governor on Vesta Station. This is really complicated and I'm not entirely sure whether I've got everything listed, so I'm sorry if it doesn't end up working fully!

In the aftermath, choose one of:

Get stuck in on Vesta Station and help out (needs Isolationist Shipping Lanes >= 60)

Help Vesta Station with supplies (needs supplies >= 60)

Direct people to supply caches (needs cache maps >= 60)

Rally refugee ships (needs Isolationist shipping lanes <= 40)

Focus on crew (needs morale >= 60)

Saving the Elegant Glider, being the lead in saving the station, and low damage to the station will all contribute to your chance to being offered the governor position. When people are talking about who should be the next governor, choose one of:

I've respected the right of the shipping lanes (needs Isolationist Shipping Lanes >= 60)

I've contributed to the caches, helping people (needs cache maps >= 60)

I saved Vesta station (needs low damage to the station and high shipping strength)

You can also become governor if you're with T-PES. Technically you can become governor as Solib, but I doubt that would be compatible with romancing Victor.

Name Victor your advisor. Then you can meet with him afterwards.

[callmearcturus]

@vmprsm replied to your post “Raw MKV rip of Mission Impossible: Fallout:...”:

Theoretically, if one wanted their own copies of the MI movies safely on a hard drive....where would one go?

​I mean, there is a site where you can acquire a lot of movies via torrent. I tend to use (rot13) 1337k.gb and I got a heavily discounted Windscribe VPN subscription that I use on almost all of my devices.

But my thing is that... I want commentary reels and special features, and sometimes you'll download a movie but the fucking subtitles are either bad or they become desynced over time and I haaaaate it.

So I've been gathering bits and pieces over the past year to get a Plex system going in my house and it works like a fucking DREAM. But it requires some investment. If you just want to have a few local copies of your favorite movies, this is way overkill. But me, I am canceling all of my family's streaming services and pivoting to our Plex.

So what I have for actually getting the files:

I don't have this model but it's similar to this, a Pioneer External Blu-ray Reader. It sits on a little shelf and is connected to my PC by a USB cable. (I think I got mine for around 68 bucks so you can wait for a sale.)

I use MakeMKV which will rip the big honking raw files from a Blu-ray and leave them as matroshka (.mkv) files.

Because these raw files are ENORMOUS, I compress them in Handbrake. Handbrake is wildly powerful, can convert file formats and make them super small. I have my Handbrake set up special to dump all the non-English language subtitles and audio tracks to save space.

(SUPER BONUS TIP FOR HANDBRAKE: If you have a dedicated GPU, you can give Handbrake permission to use it, and it'll compress shit literally 10x faster, love it.)

At the moment, I am using a Western Digital portable 5TB external harddrive because it was one sale and I couldn't beat the price. Eventually, I want to upgrade to two 10TB HDDs so I can keep a full backup of everything I'm ripping. Because this is a bit of a time and energy commitment and I don't wanna lose all my progress here!

At first I was running Plex off my desktop PC and that worked totally fine, but my family hates having to touch my desktop to wake it up every time, so I very recently grabbed one of these guys:

This is a Beelink Mini PC S12 Pro. It is small enough to fit in my hand but it is a speedy little demon that runs Windows 11. (And eventually I am gonna use it to firewall out ads from our entire home network, I'm pumped for that project but ANYWAY.)

The upside of these mini boys is that instead of being a hefty workhorse like my main computer, this is small and has a low-power draw.

So I moved my Plex Media Server to the mini PC, plugged in my 5TB drive of movies, and now everyone in the house can easily stream anything I have added to the library.

This is what it looks like, if you're curious. Any device in the house that runs Plex and is signed in can select any movie or TV show I have and just watch it like it was Netflix or something.

A month ago, I has like.... 65 movies? Now I'm ripping a few and we're gonna break 100 soon.

"But Arc, where do you get so many blurays!"

My local library.

When I lived in Broward County, FL, I had an extravagantly wonderful library system. Tax dollars at fucking WORK, y'all. Now I live in Georgia and the library system is not nearly as good, but I have still gotten my hands on a frankly ridiculous amount of blurays. Every week I'm picking up 3 to 10 movies or shows, taking them home, making good copies, and returning them.

All of this is an investment and it is work. But as someone who built my computer, built my keyboard, cracked my 3DS and PS Vita-- this is fun to me! This is what I love to do. And through doing it, I've seen more movies in the past year than the last ten years put together.

So yeah, I can't recommend this to everyone, but if you wanna get out of your subscriptions and to just have high quality shit on demand, this is what I'm doing.

Cannot stress this enough tho, if this seems interesting to you: wait for sales. All the components here go on steep sale if you wait patiently. Take your time assembling the parts and keep in mind that shit is modular, you can upgrade parts later.

[zestirial]

I've honestly only just realized...

That without Izuku, there would have been no Mha at all.

Let me explain: I imagined what the universe would have been like without Izuku's presence. Whether he committed suicide or simply changed profession.

Well, you know what? They would have been in deep shit!

To start things off, we have the SCA attack. Who allowed Mineta and Tsuyu to escape thanks to their quirks? While they were trapped on a boat surrounded by water, with villains at their heels? And who literally saved All Might? I'll leave you to stir it all up, and think of the disaster that could have been even greater if he hadn't been there.

Several injured students would have been the last straw for U.A.! At the beginning of the year, no less.

Let's take the sports festival a step further. I'll keep it simple. If Izuku hadn't been there, Shoto would NEVER have accepted his left side. So he's going to rot to the core because of his rage. And who went to see Endeavor after that to set him straight?

And then, of course, there's the internship part. Iida decides to take revenge on Stain for what he did to his brother.

In the anime, we have deku who arrives in time to save him. But here, no one will be there to help him, and above all, Shoto won't be coming as backup, as he had joined the position sent by the green man.

No Izuku, no location, no location, no rescue.

So Iida must either be dead, or so injured that he can't continue his heroic course, so bye-bye!

Then it's off to training camp. To cut a long story short, Kota would never have accepted the heroes, and there was nothing he could have done since Muscular would have already killed him.

Then it's Eri's rescue. Since Mirio would have inherited the One for All, things wouldn't have turned out the same way at all. So I can't really put an opinion on it, since I'm only basing my opinion on my memory.

But anyway, you get the point.

Izuku midoriya brought back a lot of precious things to his entourage.

He saved and protected many things that he himself neglected.

I've based this summary on the things that struck me most in general order. Clearly, if you ever watch the anime again, you'll find a lot more details! But it's clear that he did more than that. Whether for his friends, his elders or his teachers.

The things he's done are gears for the future, so of course I'm not saying everything. But one fact that's easy to admit and notice is Shoto Todoroki's evolution.

Without Izuku, he would have achieved nothing, and an immeasurable hatred would have reached him by season 6.

Izuku helped him to find inner peace, to reconnect with his family and to make him what he is now.

I say that for him, but it applies to everyone who crosses his path. And who have decided to follow in his footsteps.

So... Thank you for everything Izuku Midoriya! Our hero!❤️

[wanderersrest]

The Devil That Is Capitalism

Content Warning: this post is going to potentially be talking about a whole smorgasbord of dicey topics including child abuse, child sexual abuse, child soldiers, war crimes, death, fates worse than death, politics, militarism, casual mention of suicide, and, of course, capitalism.

Also Spoiler Warning for Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans

Reader discretion is advised.

Mobile Suit Gundam has always been a series about the horrors of war. To me, though, one of the more fascinating things about the series is that a lot of the wars in the various timelines stem from some form of unchecked capitalism. Though I haven't watched every series in the franchise yet, I do think one series in particular stands out in its portrayal of capitalism and its woes: 2015's Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans. Strap yourselves in, because this is going to be an extremely long post, and make sure that you've read the content warning at the top of the post.

Oh, and it might help to read my Spoilery Rant on Iron-Blooded Orphans. It is informed, in part, by what I'm about to say in this post. And also make sure you read the context post about Gundam and its thematic ties to capitalism. And you might want to open up TVTropes' character page, because there are going to be a lot of nouns thrown around.

Left For The Wolves

Iron-Blooded Orphans begins with our titular orphans, the Third Company of the Chryse Guard Security organization (CGS), being chosen to escort one Kudelia Aina Bernstein from Mars to Earth so that she can meet with the leaders of the Earth economic blocs and negotiate the freedom of her nation of Chryse. After they are left to die by their superiors when Gjallarhorn, the protectors of the Earth sphere, attack, the Third Company manage to pull through using an old Mobile Suit that CGS had been using as a power source: the ASW-G-08 Gundam Barbatos (ehe intensifies). Once the dust settles, the members of the Third Group stage a violent coup against their owners and rename themselves Tekkadan: the Iron Flower That Never Wilts.

And right away, we can see how capitalism shapes the Post-Disaster timeline. The fact that children are not only forced to pick up undesirable jobs in order to just barely eke out a living, to say nothing of the fact that those who become child soldiers are forced to undergo surgery to have the Alaya-Vijyana System implanted into them. And, uh...

Getting the AV Implant is not good. IF the surgery is successful, then you are now capable of piloting the tank-like Mobile Worker. But due to the fact that the Alaya-Vijyana System has been outlawed by Gjallarhorn, the only people who perform it by the time Iron-Blooded Orphans are back alley doctors. And if your body rejects the AV System, you'll only be paralyzed from the waist down. If you're lucky.

So it's either that or, in the case of Atra, it's brothel work. The only thing that saved Atra was the fact that she was too young to do anything serious, so she was relegated to cleaning and dishwashing. But it isn't unheard of for these Martian street rats to be used for the other unsavory acts, as we'll soon find out.

Pitting the Poor Against One Another (Featuring Ein Dalton)

Another aspect of Iron-Blooded Orphans that exemplifies the worst parts of capitalism is how the systems put in place by capitalism will pit poor people against other poor people. The best example of this in action in IBO is everyone's favorite ball of rage: Ein Dalton.

Like the orphans who populate Tekkadan, Ein is a member of Gjallarhorn who was born and raised in Mars. Of course, due to its nature as a colony of the Earth Sphere, citizens of Mars are generally treated as second-class citizens. And even though he is a soldier of Gjallarhorn, Ein is treated just like the street rats of Mars. It is important to note that when Ein is introduced, the only person who really respects him as a human being is his direct superior Crank Zent.

And Crank ends up committing suicide by Tekkadan. And then Tekkadan, the people who killed Crank, end up commandeering his Mobile Suit for their own purposes. This ends up setting up a good amount of bad blood between Ein and Tekkadan, which lasts for the rest of the first season. And it's a real shame for Ein since, in theory, he and the members of Tekkadan have a shared upbringing as Martian citizens. But because Ein is working for Gjallarhorn, he is placed in an organization that treats him as a second-class citizen. And only two people in this organization treat him with respect: the now deceased Crank and Gaelio Bauduin, who takes Ein under his wing immediately after Crank's passing.

This kind of exploitation that pits marginalized groups against one another is a key component of capitalism and its more sinister cousin, imperialism. Since Mars is treated as a place that has lots of resources, the people don't matter. The people only exist to help extract said resources. So this, coupled with Ein being stuck in an organization where one of the few people who treat him as a human being is killed off for rather selfish (but really understandable) reasons, he ends up loathing the people whose struggles are most sympathetic to his own.

So when a mortally wounded Ein gets strapped into the EB-AX-2 Graze Ein, it makes sense in a really sad way that he is reduced to a screaming mess of a mechanical monster. And boy, if I had a nickel for every time Iron-Blooded Orphans introduced a screaming mechanical monster, well... you should just start calling me Doofenschmertz. But more on that soon.

It's All About Who Has the Power and the Money

Moving on to Gjallarhorn itself, we can see how capitalism and the status quo has made the organization complacent. Our first introduction to Gjallarhorn includes the head of the Mars Branch being bribed by Kudelia's father in an attempt to bring her back home. The Mars Branch head decides that killing her along with everyone who is trying to give her passage to Earth. So right from the get-go, we know that Gjallarhorn members are willing to commit crimes all because no one will really stop them. After all, Gjallarhorn have basically been the one true military power in the Post-Disaster timeline for more than 300 years at this point.

Gjallarhorn at this point is a corrupt and hollow shell of its former self. At this point in the Post-Disaster timeline, the organization has gone from a group that protected humanity from the Mobile Armors to an organization that protects the status quo at all costs while protecting the worst of the lot. The attack on CGS at the beginning of the series is a great example of this, and it doesn't stop there.

Gjallarhorn is guilty of election interference due to their involvement with economic bloc nation Arbrau's elections, as they had place Tomonosuke Makanai under house arrest in an attempt to keep him from being elected. Gjallarhorn is also guilty of committing multiple false flag operations, which I will talk about later. There's also the fact that one of the heads of the Seven Stars married off his son to a child, though in that case that is largely to make said son look bad (and we'll touch on the son soon).

And nothing exemplifies Gjallarhorn's descent into decadence more than at least two heads of the Seven Stars, Carta Issue and Iok Kujan, being glory hounds who will sacrifice all of their men just to look good. Both only look out for themselves, with the latter in particular being a detriment to not just his enemies but his allies as well. In fact, I would go so far as to say that Iok actively screws everyone over by being the biggest failson the series has to offer. And Iok's stupidity rears its head at one of the worst moments imaginable: the awakening of the Mobile Armor Hashmal. And the worst part about this? Hashmal isn't the biggest monster the series has to offer.

The monster is also not Gundam Barbatos, or really any of the Gundam frames, for that matter.

The Real Monster Was Rustal Elion

One of the more maddening takes that's pervasive one places like Reddit is the idea that Orga and McGillis are the bad guys. Like we all just forgot that Rustal Elion exists? Or for that matter Nobliss Gordon, Jasley Donomikols, or Iok Kujan?

And the real irony of this is that, contrary to what Gundam is famous for, Iron-Blooded Orphans is one of the few Gundam series where there are actual, capital V villains. Yes, our protagonists are violent even by the standards of Gundam protagonists and will do whatever it takes to win, but they're all creations of the systems of violence that capitalism have produced. And yes, that does include resident Char Clone McGillis Fareed (though, as I have said before, I can understand if someone said he was a villain too). It turns out being a street urchin who is adopted by a man who would proceed to sexually abuse McGillis is going to mess you up mentally. That's why, in their final confrontation, Gaelio can only look on McGillis in pity. It doesn't absolve McGillis of any wrongdoing, but it does make sense why he wouldn't trust anyone with his plan of dismantling Gjallarhorn. Doubly so when Gaelio all but states that he would have joined McGillis in his cause had the latter just opened up to the former.

But people like YouTuber Boofire191 will swear to you that the "protagonists" are the bad guys. Right...

Because performing multiple false flag operations as a justification for committing multiple war crimes makes you a good guy, right? Because that's something that both Rustal and Iok have done, twice in the case of Rustal specifically, three times if we count him as also being Iok's superior.

Or murdering civilians in cold blood just to get a rise out of your rival? That has Jasley written all over it. Oh, and Iok is also partly responsible for this as well as killing off unarmed civilians on top of hiring Jasley.

Or, for that matter, trying to have a Martian politician assassinated? Nobliss tried to pull this off with Kudelia in season one. Heck, Nobliss' whole MO is fighting for Martian independence in such a way that he can also make a profit while doing so. That's why he ultimately sells Tekkadan out to Rustal in season 2.

Or what about awakening a mobile armor even though your enemies are literally telling you not to? Because Iok sure didn't care about the fact that he could potentially awaken the nightmare of the Calamity War. His foolish mistakes end up costing everyone everything, including Rustal.

Yes, really. Iok is so much of a failson that he manages to ruin Rustal's plans. Because remember: Rustal's end game is not just restoring the status quo. It's restoring the status quo in such a way that he, Rustal Elion, would be the new head of the Seven Stars. Of course, Iok screws this up in the best way he ever could:

By slowly getting slowly crushed to death by Akihiro and the Gusion Rebake Full City.

I single out Rustal, by the way, for one very specific reason: he's the only one of these villains who is still alive by the end of the show. Jasley gets his just desserts when Tekkadan leaves Teiwaz (which I haven't even mentioned, good lord) for the sole purpose of getting revenge for Naze Turbine and company's demise at the hands of Jasley. Nobliss Gordon is gunned down in a bathroom stall by an older Ride Mass, which makes for a fitting end for a greedy corporate fat cat like Gordon. And that slimeball named Iok Kujan... is crushed to death in the most satisfying of manners by the GOAT, Akihiro Altland.

I had to bring it up again. Iok's death always sparks joy in me.

But Rustal is not defeated. And this is important, because Rustal represents the status quo. This is why my point about Iok screwing things up even for Rustal is so important: with at least four of the Seven Stars families out of commission, it is all but impossible for things to continue the way they are now. And remember, Rustal still wins in the end. He gets to save face as the hero who stopped the Devil of Tekkadan, all while people don't hear about the war crimes he committed just to do so.

And don't forget: the people Rustal won against were almost exclusively children. He slaughtered children in the name of the status quo.

Conclusion

To tie it all together, everything in the Post-Disaster timeline is about power. Money speaks volumes in Iron-Blooded Orphans, and it's what sets Orga and Tekkadan on their path to fame, infamy, and ruin. Tekkadan's arrival onto the scene, alongside the scheming of one McGillis Fareed, sets us up for a situation where people who could shake things up are appearing. And if there is anything capitalists hate, it's anything that rocks the boat.

In a way, Rustal Elion ultimately serves as the setting's equivalent to an immune response. These dangerous entities have appeared and are threatening the status quo, so it is up to Rustal and his Arianrhod Fleet to crush them. And like an immune response, whether it be a real one or the kind seen in Cells At Work, his response is ruthless. But it isn't enough, and he is ultimately forced to compromise.

And that, to me, is a fitting end to a man obsessed with power.

[thelastmemeera]

The Trolley Problem: Inconveniently Labeled Lever Edition™

Let's do a little thought experiment:

Suppose a runaway trolley is speeding towards an indeterminate number of people who've all been tied down to the railway. You happen to be standing next to a lever that, if pulled, will briefly divert the trolley onto an unoccupied passing loop, thereby avoiding one of the people tied to the rails before merging back onto the main track and proceeding to run over everyone else. Regardless of your actions, most of the people tied to the track will likely die, but one less person will die if you choose to flip the switch. What should you do?

What's the catch?

Aha! You see, some dastardly ne'er-do-well has welded a sign onto the lever that reads "By pulling this lever, I hereby give my full support to this trolley and whatever it happens to do, especially if it ends up killing a bunch of people tied to the train tracks."

Will I be held legally, financially, and/or socially responsible for my choice to pull or not pull the lever?

No. In fact, no one will even know you were anywhere near the lever unless you decide to tell them. But you'll know, of course.

Wait a minute, who's going about tying people down on train tracks in the first place? Could we stop the trolley and untie them, and perhaps devise an alternative means of transportation that doesn't involve vehicular manslaughter?

All very good questions! We absolutely can and should stop the trolley and address the issues that lead to this situation, but you almost certainly will not have time to do that before the trolley hits the first person on the tracks.

If I pull the lever, does the sign make me ethically responsible for the deaths of whoever the trolley hits? If I don't pull the lever, am I ethically responsible for the person I could have saved?

I can't tell you that. What do you think?

You probably see where I'm going with this.

It basically comes down to whether you agree with the following two statements:

Barring one of them being struck by lightning or something like that, it's overwhelmingly likely that either Kamala Harris or Donald Trump will become the next US president.

Both Harris and Trump will do terrible things if they become president, but there are significantly bad things Trump will do that Harris would not, whereas the bad things Harris will do that Trump would not are comparatively minimal.

If so, then unless you've got a plan you're very sure is going to completely upend the political system before the winner takes office on January 20th, you'd kind of have to agree that if you're eligible to vote in the US and you don't vote Harris, you're doing actual material harm to the world for largely symbolic reasons.

But voting doesn't do anything!

Off the top of my head, Trump appointed 3 Supreme Court justices during his term, directly leading to rulings that badly limited the EPA's ability to regulate greenhouse emissions, blocked $430 billion of student loan debt from being cancelled, and overturned federal protection for abortion rights, causing abortion bans in multiple states. I'm sure you can think of other examples. If none of this is at all significant to you, then yes, perhaps voting doesn't do anything.

But the system is inherently broken, and voting isn't going to fix that.

Voting isn't signing a blood contract that you've given up on the revolution, it's a minimal effort thing you do to limit the extent of bad things happening in the immediate future. Even if socialist utopia is instated on January 21st, that's still one day you could've possibly made less bad with almost zero commitment on your part.

But Harris is contributing to the genocide in Palestine, and will continue to if elected.

Trump is even more unabashedly pro-genocide than Harris is. Yes, you'll be able to proudly say you didn't vote for anyone who would bankroll Israel's ethnic cleansing, while in all likelihood making things actively worse for the people you're purporting to support. And that's entirely your prerogative, but understand you're taking your hand off the lever and watching someone get splattered by a trolley so you could pretend your inaction wasn't also a choice.

But perhaps we need the Democrats to lose to Trump in order to force them to put up slightly more reasonable candidates next time around.

Did that work the last time?

[bandnerdlevel43]

Ravioli Week, Day Two- Tender Care (Sickfic, sequel to Day One)

Lu Legend x Ravio (Ravioli)

Summary: After a failed attempt to save Rulie, Hilda led Ravio and the others into hiding with nothing but a sick and injured Legend to show for their efforts. Everyone’s taking it badly- even Ravio, who’s Link is the only one free from the Shadow’s clutches, is unable to leave Legend’s side.

Word Count: 1,913

Warnings: Nothing major. Legend suffers the aftereffects of his time in Dink Jail, Ravio and Shadow are a little sad, Hilda is tired of Everything, mosty light angst with fluff at the end

A/N: I’m apologizing profusely yet again for being super late. In my defense, I hit a massive writer’s block after day one, and school has been the worst lately. At the same time, I didn’t want to quit Ravioli Week after being committed to it for so long, and this is the result. This was written in the midst of my dry spell, so it was mostly a sort of “practice run” with the focus on how each character bounces off of one another. I’ll be back to writing regularly (and maybe with better quality?) now that my braincells are working and school is over. Thank you so much!

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“How is he?” Hilda asked.

Ravio blinked up at the Queen of Lorule from his spot beside Legend. Her hair was in a loose ponytail- he'd forgotten to help her braid it- and her makeup was minimal. It had been, ever since the rescue. Ravio couldn't judge. She had been preoccupied with other matters.

“His fever is getting worse,” he mumbled, softly running his fingers through the sleeping hero's hair. “His wounds haven't healed, and he's been coughing his throat raw.”

Hilda exhaled deeply. She sat beside him, joining him in his quiet vigil. “Is there anything I can get you?” she asked intently.

“Saria's taking care of it,” he said.

“I'm talking about you, Ravio, not him.”

Ravio hesitated. He looked away and shook his head. 

She laid a hand on his shoulder, and Ravio lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. They were tired, likely from the strain of holding the group together. She really shouldn't be worrying about him, of all people. She knew he could take care of himself. Still, she continued. “Ravio, you haven't slept in days,” she hissed under her breath. “You haven't eaten, either. What's going on?”

Ravio flinched and chewed the inside of his cheek. “I-I'm sorry, I just-” he stammered. “I've- well, I've been worried, see, and I just haven't found the time-”

Legend shifted and grunted in his sleep. Ravio froze with his mouth open. He snapped it closed and frowned, pausing for a long moment.

“Never mind,” Hilda muttered. “Just… promise you'll eat your food and get some sleep.”

Ravio nodded absently and narrowed his eyes at the rise and fall of Legend's chest, his ears flicking in amusement.

Hilda sighed impatiently and stood, walking away with her cape snapping in the air. He felt a prick of guilt in his heart for ignoring her, but it wasn't long before it was swiftly packed away into the neat little box in the back of his head where he hid the rest of his cares and worries. He was always left with some form of sorrow or another whenever he did that, as if his mind was lamenting the passing of his own emotions.

What a silly thought.

“Hmm… Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?” Ravio asked the trees. He chuckled. “For shame, Mister Hero.”

Silence. 

“Did you hear something you liked?” he went on, his tone light. “Or did you notice the irony in her request? One of the two, if not both, I assume.”

My, the crickets sound rather beautiful tonight.

“Bold. But justified, probably,” he reasoned. “And it's so very Hilda of her.”

“It's because she cares about you.”

One of the shadows flickered, and a blood red eye stared at him from amidst the gloom. “Idiot,” its owner added.

Ravio smiled. “Shadow. I should've guessed Hilda wasn't the only one in character today.”

“What does that mean?”

“Meaning I expected Mister Hero- who is currently faking sleep- to answer.” He shrugged. “I suppose finding another nosy hero in the bushes should've been expected as well.”

Shadow emerged from his namesake with folded arms. “Very clever.”

“Shut up, both of you,” Legend grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Look, you're both very witty, but I'd bet each rupee in Ravio's pockets right now that Saria can hear every word you two are saying.”

Shadow snorted. “Doesn't matter. She'd know what our breath smelled like without even getting close.”

“It is somewhat of an inevitability,” Ravio conceded, “even if that is an absolutely horrible metaphor.”

“The kid knows things,” Shadow said, ignoring him. “You'll just have to get used to it, Blondie.”

It was almost funny how quickly Legend's expression went sour. Ravio had to give him a stern look to keep him from saying something insulting.

On the other hand, Shadow didn't show any signs of pleasure at successfully annoying him. His cap, which was normally very expressive, didn't curl or even twitch. Instead, it hung limply from his head. He must've been more depressed than he thought, Ravio realized with a pang.

“Look, Shadow, I’m-” Ravio started.

“Don't apologize,” he interrupted sharply. “I didn't come here to talk about myself. Or you, for the matter.”

Ravio wrinkled his nose, taken aback. “Care to tell us what you did come here to talk about?”

“Nothing,” the darkling responded curtly. He reached into the shadows and said, “Frankly, I'd rather not be here at all. But Saria and Aurora send their best wishes, and I'm the poor guy who has to bring ‘em.”

With that, he gifted Ravio a rag, a canteen, and a bottle filled with a shimmering gold-colored elixir. Ravio accepted them, dipping his head towards Shadow. Thank them for me, would you?” he said.

Shadow's only answer was a flick of his cap as he turned and let himself be swallowed by darkness. He left behind a lingering sense of melancholy.

Legend seemed to sense it, too. “Just like him to dampen the mood and leave,” he muttered.

Ravio winced and pointed out, “That's not really fair.” He's suffering, just like the rest of us.

When he didn't respond, Ravio shook his head and placed his hand over the other's heart. “You need to rest,” he said gently. “Here, drink this.”

He placed the bottle of elixir that Saria had cooked up for him in his hand. Legend cast it a suspicious glance before uncorking and downing it in one go. He grimaced as it went down.

“Water?” Ravio offered.

Legend shook his head.

“Take some anyway,” he insisted.

Legend scoffed, but grabbed the canteen and took a long drink. “Anything else you want me to inhale?” he asked sarcastically.

“Nothing else,” Ravio answered simply.

“Good, ‘cause I-”

Suddenly, yet another coughing fit struck, this one particularly nasty. His throat must be so raw by now, after having this sickness tear at him for so long. Ravio wrung his hands anxiously as he worked through it. There wasn't anything he could do, and he had always hated hearing it.

Luckily, it didn't take long for the coughing to abate. Legend groaned weakly. Ravio found himself shifting closer and allowing the frail hero to lean on him.

“Are you alright?” he asked nervously.

“I'm fine, Rav, stop worrying about me,” he rasped. He pursed his torn and bitten lips and reached again for the water. 

“Can I get you something to eat?”

“Ravio, really.”

Ravio bit his tongue. He couldn't help it! He was so worried- terrified, even- that his lover would do something rash to prove he was strong, or something noble and courageous like that. Heroes were prone to being stubborn idiots and getting themselves hurt because of it. Besides, fretting over these stupid heroes was one of the few things he was actually good at.

“Could you at least try to sleep for a couple more hours?” Ravio persisted. 

Legend scowled. “Sleep is all I've been doing. Sleep during the day, sleep during the night, take an elixir, repeat.” He clenched his fists. “It's driving me insane. I want to do something, Rav.”

Ravio understood, he truly did. He just wished he'd stop being so obstinate about it. “If I take you for a walk after, would you do it?” he suggested.

Legend hesitated. He mulled that over in that frustratingly beautiful head of his, pretending not to care too much, but Ravio had seen how his ears had perked at the idea. He wasn't too surprised when Legend nodded.

Ravio wasted no time in gently pushing him back down into his bedroll and tucking him into his blankets. He doused the rag that Shadow had given him in water and wrung it out so it wasn't soggy. He placed the damp cloth on Legend's forehead. He didn't miss the tiny sigh of relief that slipped from his lips as it made contact with his burning skin. 

“Hilda’s right, you know,” Legend said abruptly. “You shouldn't be starving yourself for my sake. Or keeping yourself awake all night.”

Ravio stiffened. Lolia! Why was everyone worried about him? Would he never escape?

“And this, ladies and gentlemen, is what we call irony,” announced a tiny Shadow in his head. He metaphorically swatted it away.

“I'm not going to explode if you get a snack or something,” Legend informed him.

Ravio shot him a flat look. “Thanks,” he remarked. “I feel better already.”

“Ravio, I mean it.”

“You're being just as sarcastic, Mister Hero.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I am not!”

“I already know you're not going to explode. That's sarcasm, Link.”

Legend rolled his eyes. “Fine. But if you don't take care of yourself, I'll make you,” he warned.

“Oh?” Ravio raised a brow. “And how will you do that?”

Legend smirked. With a devious glint in his eye eerily similar to Tetra’s own, he pounced. Ravio yelped as he was tackled from his seat and wrestled into the hero's bedding. He strained to free himself, but to no avail. He was startlingly strong, even when sick! 

“Link, you're contagious!” he gasped.

“Should've thought about that during dinner last night,” he growled teasingly.

“How was I supposed to kn- ACK!”

Ravio let out an involuntary and extremely undignified squeak as Legend poked a finger into his side. Sensing weakness, Legend continued to prod him mercilessly. Ravio squealed and squirmed but Legend refused to relent. 

“Link! Stop it!” he giggled uncontrollably. “Let me go!”

Legend laughed at him! The audacity of that Hylian! He had half a mind to whack him with his own pillow.

“Okay, okay, I get it!” he panted. “I'll do it, just let me go!”

Legend let him wriggle free and stumble to his feet, grinning mischievously up at him. Ravio's face was red, but he tried to hide his embarrassment by pretending to dust off his robes.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Mister Hero had the gall to say. “I'm sure Saria has something you can eat.”

Oh, Goddess, Saria! She had heard everything, hadn't she? Ravio groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“If you-” Legend began.

“Not a word out of you, Mister Hero,” Ravio chided. “You resorted to tickling to coerce me. How low the Hero of Legend has sunk!”

“Stop being dramatic,” he chuckled. “Now, scram. Eat some bread or something.”

“I'll have you know,” Ravio sniffed. “I am being as dramatic as the situation calls for.”

“Hey, I told you to get lost, didn't I? Go on, now. Shoo.” Legend waved his hands at him.

Ravio stuck his tongue out at him like they had when they were kids, bickering over trivial, meaningless things like the price of a hookshot or where to put Sheerow’s cage. It was almost unbelievable how dramatically things had evolved since then, yet some things were as familiar as ever. Goddess, he loved that man, even when he acted like a constipated raccoon with cacti for droppings. Maybe that's where he found the patience to turn around, approach Saria, and ask for one of the pastries she loves making. Her overjoyed expression almost made it worth the mortification of being teased about his husband.

When he returned, Legend was nestled in his blankets, curled into himself and snoring softly. Ravio found himself smiling as he brushed his pink-tinted locks from his lover's face.

He decided to eat the pastry. Legend deserved some sleep untormented by thoughts involving Ravio's own self-care.

It was the sweetest he'd had in a long time.

[danganronpa96]

What if Papyrus was in Danganronpa 69 instead of Sans? How would he react to the deaths and executions? How serious do you think the others will take him? Would he be able to take up the role of leader after Krabs dies? And the biggest mystery to all of this, since Papyrus probably wouldn't form as deep as a connection as Sans did with Nagito and wouldn't act on anger, how differently would Chapter 4 go? Would Peter still die just by someone else's hands or would Brian end up killing someone to save Stewie and possibly the rest of the family, since Peter would probably say his worries to Brian?

I love papaya

Since there are a lot of questions here, and I don't know if you want me to tackle them all, I'll give a brief answer for each:

Instead of a little skeleton cracking a pun or joke every 5 seconds, you'll get a tall skeleton showing off his talents as a potential royal guard and extremely awesome and amazing puzzle maker (so I'd assume he'd be the Ultimate Puzzle Maker OR Royal Guard if he decides to take the 'granting yourself your own talent' idea to a serious degree)

I don't think his reaction would ever be so over-zealous, knowing of what can occur during Undertale. He may find the first few times seeing a body or execution scarring and frightening, of course.

I think it depends on the characters in question. For those like Fluttershy and Parappa, they would like his confident and friendly nature. For others like Brian and Teto, they'd instead find him more obnoxious and possibly annoying (and maybe fun to tease). I think while usually Papyrus will confuse them with his own schemes, he would pull through with surprisingly good ideas, making those like Luigi respect him more.

Honestly, I think he could give it a good shot. He'd definitely want to join Krab's crew during the first chapter in order to help everyone. And, I feel like he'd want to continue what Krab's tried to do in his own way. However, he'd stay pretty determined to keep it up, even if most people start belittling him for it (as he tries to push down the self-doubts in order to keep helping everyone).

It does make for an interesting divergence. If everything up to this point played out the same in canon (aka Papyrus does not interfere with any of the first 3 cases), the fourth murder is up in the air in terms of what could happen. I don't think Papyrus would be the one to consider murder, even if his video contained Sans in some sort of danger. So, it would either be one of the Family Man crew (or possibly The Conductor? Ayano wouldn't be likely with her development). In that case, I'd see the murder taking place under the influence of alcohol (due to the bar) and one of those three committing murder after mulling over their loved ones for too long. Therefore I see one drunk killing another drunk or something lol (I don't see Brian outright planning a murder sober, since at this point he's forming a friendship with Luigi, unless he were to throw it all away for himself and Peter).

[genevievethayer]

headcanons for saved!

tw: religion, religious cult, dub-con, non-con, drugging, manipulation, grooming, love-bombing, pseudo-incest

prophet!billy who tells you, the night you come to their compound at long last, that your arrival was prophesied to him by the Lord

prophet!billy who tells you that you shall now be known as the "Maiden" to all his followers

prophet!billy who tells you that you're a sanctified being made in God's image, & that he's chosen you for a divine purpose

prophet!billy who tells his flock that you shall be worshipped and treated with the utmost respect and reverence

prophet!billy who keeps you sweet & pliant by ensuring there's hallucinogenic drugs in everything you drink, so you'll never be sad again

prophet!billy who dresses you solely in pretty little white dresses, with dainty flowers in your hair, to advertise your purity to everyone who gazes upon you in the cult compound

prophet!billy who prefers you to either go barefoot, or to wear only soft slippers so you'll have no chance of escape

prophet!billy who deems that you should live solely under his roof, so the two of you can stay close

prophet!billy who tells you that he's joining your souls & putting God inside of you when the two of you have sex

prophet!billy who tells you it must be your special secret, because God says so—everyone else here wouldn't understand the holy act you are both committing every night

prophet!billy who needs to know where you are at all times, because if he were to lose you, it would mean the end of everything

prophet!billy who encourages you to unburden yourself in every way to him: confess your sins, your wants & desires, your needs, your every thought & action

prophet!billy who tells you that no one will ever love you the way that he does

prophet!billy who assures you that the compound is your one true home—that armageddon is coming soon & only this place can keep you safe

prophet!billy who tells you that you're doing the Lord's work by tending to your prophet's needs in the bedroom

prophet!billy who gives you something strong and very strange tasting one night at dinner

prophet!billy who carries you to bed once you're unconscious

prophet!billy who cums deep inside of you

prophet!billy who tells you, once your period is late, that you're carrying the next coming of christ—conceived through immaculate conception

prophet!billy who tells you that by carrying the messiah, it means the end times are upon you all

prophet!billy who promises you that your people here at the commune are the only ones who God will save & take to heaven when the time comes—carrying his second son is proof of that

prophet!billy who preaches with eyes full of fire & words full of conviction, while you stare at him adoringly from behind glassy eyes and with a foggy mind

prophet!billy who entrusts your care to only one other

sister!thayer who treats you adoringly, like fine, fragile China

sister!thayer who loves you so, so much, her special girl

sister!thayer who cooks for you, bathes you, dresses you, and puts you to bed

sister!thayer who loves brushing your hair out after your baths full of pleasant smelling oils that make your skin clean and soft

sister!thayer who will lie down with you in bed and hold you in her arms, telling you that your new mama loves you so dearly

sister!thayer who takes care of you like no one has ever done before in your entire, empty life

sister!thayer who slips her hand between your thighs, telling you she only wants to help her beloved girl relax and feel good

sister!thayer who plays with your pussy while holding you close and speaking encouraging words that make you cry tears of joy: you're so perfect, so beautiful, such a lovey, pretty pussy, so incredibly blessed

sister!thayer who is so, so proud of you when you cum for her, or all over the prophet's cock every night

sister!thayer who cups the back of your head, bringing you close as you twine yourself around her while the prophet pounds into you from behind

sister!thayer who tells you she is so fortunate to have the Maiden's love

sister!thayer who just loves to kiss you on the lips while cupping your cheeks in her steady hands

sister!thayer who promises you that you are so incredibly loved and adored by her, the prophet, and all your new family, but most of all by God

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who want you to have a serene gestation as possible

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who want you staying close to home—no more afternoon walks in the woods

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who gift you the loveliest maternity dresses, which are sheer, putting all of your fertile body on display for your fellow followers

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who won't allow anyone else to cradle your swollen belly—it is for their hands only

prophet!billy & sister!thayer who tell you that you will all be the happiest family there's ever been

prophet!billy who marries you, likening himself to Joseph and yourself to the virgin Mary

sister!thayer who will be there for anything you should need, including tending to that pressure between your thighs at night with her tongue

prophet!billy who is the love of your life

sister!thayer who is your lover & new mama

You, who is so unbelievably content & specially chosen

[shieldherostuffs]

Death is the only ending for the Shield Hero

(If you can't tell from the title, I've gotten into Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess)

Naofumi had just started playing a new Romance-Adventure-RPG that'd gotten popular because of how well it mixed together the two main objectives of romancing NPCs while also trying to save that fictional world.

In the game, you could play as three of the four Heroes summoned to that world: the Spear, Bow, or Sword Heroes, each with their own strengths, weaknesses, actions, dialogue options, and NPCs to romance. Outside of the set Love Interests, depending on how you plated and progressed the plot, you could unlock new characters to romance or plots to explore as you tried to save the world while navigating relationships. It even offered the option to romance NPC of different genders depending on the settings, and charm some of the enemies over to your side!

However, together with whichever avatar you chose, beside them would be another summoned Hero, the antagonist whose jealous of your character, Naofumi Iwatani, the Shield Hero. Naofumi had started playing the game because he shared the name one of the characters.

Naofumi did feel a little offended by sharing a name with an antagonist so easy to get rid of. Accuse him of anything, and everyone will listen as long as your rep is positive. Protect one of your love interests, and suddenly all his defense and the shield becomes useless. You could even leave him to die fighting monsters by rescuing the slaves under him.

Multiple of the bigger starting scenes include the Shield Hero having committed some sort of crime, and often being executed depending on your decisions.

However, despite how easily the plot lets the Shield Hero be killed, once you get close to the end of the game, you'll find out that it's crucial for both Heroes to be alive to win and save the world.

So, while saving the world and romancing the love interests, you also somehow have to keep the antagonist alive despite the plot against him.

But, that's just the Normal Mode of the game, as Naofumi would later find out.

After completing the game with the Sword Hero character, apparently, there was a hidden sequel to the story, however, it costs real money to buy, and as always, Naofumi is broke. So, he chooses the second option, to complete Hard Mode to unlock the sequel.

Hard Mode is the game, but played from the viewpoint of Naofumi Iwatnani, the Shield Hero.

After playing the game, Naofumi couldn't help but feel bad for being so offended at sharing their name.

The Shield Hero is a pitiful character, summoned to that world with no previous knowledge, and everything set against him. Naofumi hadn't really noticed in Normal Mode, but everyone seemed to have something against the Shield Hero. Plus, in Hard Mode, as the Shield Hero, you don't play against one of the other avatars, instead playing against all three of them, together with your quickly deteriorating reputation.

Because of the sad reputation stat and low to negative favorability of the characters around them, it's way too hard to get anywhere without being executed. And then, even if you get far enough to assemble a party, they'll either be slaves to get taken away by the other heroes under the guise of saving them, or adventurers who'll either want you to mug, kill, or do both to you, before running off to another Hero.

So, can you guess what happens next?

Naofumi falls asleep early in the morning after trying to binge complete Hard Mode and ends up transmigrated into the character of Naofumi Iwatani, The Shield Hero, able to see the favorability stats of everyone around him, and until he unlocks Free Actions, is also stuck with limited dialogues and actions.

[gege-wondering-around]

So, today I was out celebrating the last day of school with two of my friends and one of them asked me about writing advices cause he knows I write fanfics and I thought to share with everyone who might need it the same things I told him today.

You don't have to stress over what you write, take your time and follow your flow of work, it'll all come to you.

Embrace what writing gives you. Which could mean: a new way of thinking about certain topics after you wrote them, the way you approach things you never thought about before (and how, after your 'first interaction' with the topic, you wanna interact with future topics)

Understand where you work better. Because it's not about forcing yourself to write, but finding the 'circumstances' (or settings if you prefer) in which you work better, for example for me is sitting on the stairs out my front door, or in the garden.

Do it for yourself. I understand you wanna post it online but you shouldn't think about setting a dead line for yourself, no one is running after you and you can take your time.

And if you don't wanna post it online. Even if no one or only a few people you choose will read your work, it'll still be amazing and proof of your commitment and effort. You don't have to post it to be a writer.

For as long as your work exists, you're doing amazing! Whether it's a WIP, a simple idea, a single line, it's amazing and the beginning of your journey as a writer.

Write what you want and like. It can be cliche or 'the usual thing' but it's still important and valid cause it's coming from you and you're special simply you are you, which means your work, even if it's a 'common plot' (which it never is cause your interpretation of it makes it special) will be unique because You wrote it.

Be proud of what you do. Never beat yourself up or compare yourself to other writers, you (as a beginner or not) have your own way of writing and your ideas are special and worth your efforts and time.

Don't start off thinking your work is overall bad. Don't block yourself over self criticism, if you can't choose a genre or trope it's fine, experiment with them all see which one you wanna explore more. But don't block yourself right at the start.

Understand it takes time. If you wanna go for a oneshot without many sub plots or you wanna simply write a scene you're in live with, you might not have this problem, but if you go for a complicate structured fic, for which you need infos (canon or fanon) it will take time to find what you need (or create the connections/infos you'll need).

Little plot maps can save you on the long run. If you plan to write something big, complicated and with many connections along the narration, a plot-map can help you. Ex. : you write a buller point of events, highlight the connection where you want them and so on.

You don't have to be the 'greatest of them all'. You can be you and write your story, you don't have to be worldwide know to be a legitimate write. You are a writer the second you picked up the pen/open the document and started thinking about it.

To be a writer you don't have to meet any standard. There are no standard (apart from guidelines of sites and simple common sense. Ex. Don't be racist). You can write any length, any genre, any trope, any shit, any setting, any AU, anything. Do as you want (and remember to be respectful).

Enjoy what you do. It might be your calling in life or just a little hobby of yours, either way, ENJOY EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. Don't fall in the mindset of 'I have to this - i have to that' DO WHAT YOU ENJOY.

When you feel like you're losing motivation, remember why you started in the first place. It common to lose motivation and it does make you less of a writer, it's human to fall out of something when it takes more than what you expected, but it's necessarily not a bad thing. Motivation is showed through your dedocation, your dedication through your effort, your effort through your work. It will take time to write it and you'll be proud of it every day you'll look at it, especially when you love what you write. I promise you, if you feel like your motivation is slipping away, see how much effort you put in your work and re-read it, you'll fall in love with it even more and your motivation will be back.

You don't have to write every day. You can take pauses, big or small, through your work. A hour, a day, a week, a month, a year.

Write when you feel like writing. Some days you'll be exhausted and drained of all energy and it's okay, maybe that day you won't write and it's completely fine. Your writing time is for yourself, it's not a daily tast you have to accomplish to feel fullfilled. Your writing time is something you do spontaneously and willingly, don't force yourself to write when you feel like nothing can come out of your creativity/mind/pen.

If nothing comes to you about what to write next in your plot/work/chapter, take a break and change your 'settings'. If you write at your desk, on your pc (or any other electronics), take a sheet of paper and a pen, go outside or somewhere you like (my advice is outside, around nature) and sit down. Things and ideas will come at you, the pen and paper will help you get in touch with your ideas without any pressure.

Docs on 'forever pages'. I don't know exactly how it's called in English, but on google docs you can put this long infinite scroll of one screen-big page which can help you reduce anxiety and the feeling of being pressured to fill the entire page with words. (I highly suggest this if you can, it helps a lot. Also, change the paper color to any color you like, i personally use a light gray) (if you don't have this option: you don't have to fill the whole page to end a chapter/work. You can end it in a single line and leave the rest of the sheet blank, it's okay. Don't write something you feel as unnecessary.)

Haters exist. It sucks but it's true, there'll be someone that will hate on your work just to spead hate, but it doesn't mean your work is bad. Remember, for as long as you love your work, that's the only opinion that matters.

And please, remember these are just the suggestions/advices I gave to him and to myself when I first stared writing and I learned them as I wrote more and more. You don't have to follow any of this but if they managed to help you, I'm glad they did.

YOU ARE A WRITER, DESPITE EVERYTHING, YOU ARE.

You're an amazing, talented writer and no one can take that away from you and if you are a beginner or you want to try to write, please do. Take your time, enjoy the ride and live the life. You'll be amazing at what you do.

Also, I'm proud of you. whether you wrote 10, 100, 1000 or 10.000 words today or in the last week, or month.

I AM PROUD OF YOU.

AND SO YOU SHOULD BE TOO.

you are doing amazing just because you started, you're gonna be fantastic cause you are meant to do great things, and everything you love will show you how much it loves you back.

BE PROUD. BE YOU. BE THE WRITER YOU WANT TO BE.

[templeofvengeance]

❛  unlike you, every time someone dies i'm left to deal with the strain.  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

Unlike?

Unlike.

"How many do you imagine I've watched die, M.iguel O'Hara?" The response was bitter and impulsive-- not the point, he knew. As a matter of fact, that's the problem. Whatever 'strain' had dampened over his long life, and death was an inevitable nuisance at worst. Those who did harm against the travelers of the night could rot for all he cared. Indeed, he had ordered the deaths of so many, and seen millions more. Innocent travelers perished while he was between Avatars, or had ordered his Avatar to do something with higher priority. Every night demanded those sorts of calls.

He couldn't save everyone. Khonshu was born with that knowledge, and felt nothing but pity for humans that had to learn the hard way.

That's not to say Khonshu never mourned.

Words were snagged between his pride and the truth. It was impossible to commit to either one, especially when he'd already tipped his hand. "If you speak of the multiverse, remember that you chose it. You'll get no pity there. None from me, either."

That's not the point either, but that time he missed it on purpose.

[bardoftheshire]

speaking of Atlas, maybe you should do an Atlas x Reader possibly?🤭

Why of course I can! I'm doing headcannons for him instead though if that's alright! (Totally didn't push this off for a day and then immediately write it after, oops! Sorry Anon!)

Dating Atlas Would Include...

Atlas (Bioshock) x GN Reader

Notes; I'm going to completely forget the fact that Atlas is in fact Fontaine, hope you enjoy!

Warnings; Violence, smoking, drinking, all that Bioshock fanfic jazz

He's a very caring person, you saw how he helped Jack in the game and how much he talked about saving his "wife" and "child," so you'd assume he'd be the same way towards you.

Not the biggest on PDA, he might hold your hand in public though.

In your own privacy he tries to be as affectionate as possible towards you being you two might not get to be around eachother often.

He definitely loves to hold you in his arms as if your the only thing in the universe, it helps calm him and forget about all the wrong with Andrew Ryan and Rapture.

I'd like to think that the only reason he's not as affectionate in public is because he wants to hold up this tough guy kinda figure so no one thinks he's weak.

He really does love you though. He'd probably do as much as he can for you it's insane. Possibly even as far as, murder? He's just very protective of you, even if you werent stuck in the chaos of Rapture he would still be just as territorial and protective of you.

He's such a great listener. Though he's used to everyone else listening to him as he talks about how to put an end to Ryan, he'll put everything aside to listen to your worries and whats troubling you.

Being It's the early 60s I'd assume he would call you love, sweetheart, darling, and maybe even doll a lot.

He's definitely mentioned marrying you a couple times, yet he's scared of actually moving forward and committing to it because of where you two are stuck.

Not thinking about having kids as he doesn't want them to be born into Rapture and have with all the bad, would wait until you two can get out of there for good.

This man just absolutely adores receiving kisses. Something as small as you giving him a gentle peck on the cheek or even a small kiss on his hands just makes him melt.

He loves giving you kisses as well! He would be one of those guys to kiss you on the hand very often but loves kissing your forehead and your lips. His lips would probably taste of alcohol and cigarettes though.

Probably sings to you when you can't sleep. Id imagine he'd love singing The Ink Spots, Bing Crosby, and Frank Sinatra, its just kinda what I'd assume would be in his vocal range.

Oh boy don't even get me started with his accent. His accent would probably be ever so slightly prominent when he would sing for you. You and I know very well it's one of the things you fell in love with Atlas for.

Loves words of affirmation. He loves when you tell him how good he's doing and to try and not to worry, he'd instantly calm down and maybe even cry?

He definitely has a bad smoking problem there's no denying that, but being It's the 60s and smoking was a fairly common habit, you don't get on about him for it at all.

You and him have definitely gotten in a couple of nasty arguments, most of which were because of the state of Rapture and how little time he would spend with you. Some of which had eventually led to either one of you leaving for the night to have a couple of drinks. But regardless, you two always talk it out and forgive eachother for your own nasty behaviors.

Even through your fights, Atlas is very loyal to you and wouldn't stoop as low as to see the girls in Eve's Garden. As I said he cares very deeply for you and only you, your the only person he fancies at that moment and won't hurt you that way when he's still very much in a relationship with you.

Eventually in the end though, it definitely wouldn't end up working out. Eventually you'll get tired of all that is happening with Atlas and how often he's gone doing work that you'll either leave and avoid him best you can, or you'll tell him yourself. You two definitely aren't good for eachother with Atlas having so much influence over Rapture and you trying to have as much of a quiet life as you can get in Rapture after the downfall, and also with the fights and arguments to never end as long as your together.

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Little bit of angst at the end if you could consider it that, but I'm a sucker for a bad/unhappy ending. Anyways, I hope it's up to your expectations of my writing and I deeply apologize it wasn't an actual fanfiction but I'd figure headcannons are just as fun to read. Bye for now!