#except of course that that's a much harder lesson to learn

[darkshrimpemotions]

The thing is, Guillermo being too kind and pure of heart to eat humans was always a fucking lie. Like??? Obviously, I think. And the Cannon Capital arc isn't really a departure for his character, it's us seeing all his worst traits highlighted in an environment that makes them MUCH less fun and sympathetic.

Guillermo has always been an intensely stubborn, self-serving character prone to tunnel vision who was willing to turn over pretty much every corner of his soul if it served his goals. Even if he did sometimes feel bad about it or force himself not to think about it so he wouldn't feel bad, he still did it.

He's still the guy who befriended people with the express purpose of luring them in to be killed. For years. He's still the guy who offered one of his oldest friends up to be murdered at an orgy, and only changed his mind at the very last second. He's still the guy whose version of trying to have a normal human life for once involved lying to pretty much every human in his life--his bio family and his boyfriend--about every aspect of his life but his name. He's still the guy who dismembered the corpses of his victims--yes they're still his victims even if he didn't strike the killing blows himself--in the front yard each morning with a dreamy smile on his face as he talked about the heart wanting what it wants.

Sacrificing Nandor to serve his goals at Cannon Capital is really not that different than sacrificing Jeremy to serve his goals as Nandor's familiar, except that in this case he had a lot more time to think about it and still did it, not via silence or omission but via a direct act of betrayal to Nandor's face. Perhaps it's because he never had to suffer any real consequences for his betrayal of Jeremy that no lessons were learned?

It's also really telling that when you reset Guillermo to his base state via sleep hypnosis, it's the sweetest, most wide-eyed and innocent version of him and STILL the first thing he does is offer himself up to be a vampire's familiar, all in a bid to have enough power that he can't ever be bullied again.

It's understandable. It's reprehensible. It's really ugly in a way that's harder to laugh off when you attach that to an extremely timely, familiar (heh) real-world scenario such as a venture capital firm that makes their money through shady real-estate deals that absolutely gut local livelihoods. But the Guillermo we're seeing right now is just as tunnel-visioned and stubborn and selfish as the Guillermo we've always known. We just very understandably like him less for it when it's real-world monsters we've all seen ruin real lives instead of fantasy monsters that are silly and fun to watch.

But this isn't out of character or off course or a step back. Guillermo is deep in denial and clinging to the Cannon Capital job because he can't face what he's lost as of the end of season 5. He's replaced Nandor with a master that's worse in every way, he's still clinging to the house while pretending he's separating himself, he's still sleeping on the remains of the makeshift coffin Nandor bought for him. He tells himself he is facing it and moving on, but I hope this time we all know that's a lie.

And I'm here for it when it all falls down around his ears, and he finally has to face himself. I'm really excited for it, actually!

[ha-youwish]

Rating the FFXV official minecraft skins

Of course ffxv has a fucking minecraft crossover, but since theres not really that many popular major characters they have made some.... interesting picks for this. let's take a look

the chocobros. the guys. yup. thats them. its hard to see gladio's nose so it kinda looks like his eyes are hella far from his mouth.

either way they all look gay as usual 10/10

ardyn's look here is a little less detailed than i'd want it to be. it doesnt capture the look of all the layers he wears (maybe it needs more contrast?). his mouth is so wide for what. also i want his hat. where is it.

give me the hat. 7.5/10

lots to talk about here. regis is looking pretty damn accurate. luna is a little bland, even with her normal clothes being white i feel like there could've been more detail. the rest of these capture the general vibe tho the level of detail is unequal smh. i like how cute iris's outfit is.

overall, luna 6/10, the rest 8/10.

i was lamenting the lack of tits on cindy but the wise @orangenuggets let me know its bc of the top surgery. 10/10

aranea, wedge, and biggs. i pretty much only remember aranea, and honestly there should be another version of her skin with the helmet that shit went hard. i like the hat on biggs, even though i had to double check which one he was oops. the helmet for wedge looks a little awkward it doesnt feel like he's a character here

10/10, for aranea and biggs, 7/10 for wedge

this is what i call the "why are you here" section. we have evil science guy, that one blond bitch who like immediately explodes and dies, the fucking nifflheim emperor, gilgamesh??? daemon ravus??? whoever the fuck this is???? why are you here. who wants to play as any of these guys except for like. ffxv minecraft roleplayers.

the skins are accurate i guess. 5/10

they decided to put some of the enemies from the game in here. as someone who hardly remembers any of them its similarly as "okay. why" to me as the last group. the tonberry is cute and kinda dinky looking. i really like the mindflayer design surprisingly... that def brings it up a point

overall 8/10 for these guys

MASCOTS YAY, these are all pretty cute and bulky, really gives off the costume feeling. the chocobo bigass beak is adorable i like it a lot 11/10

gentiana's design here actually goes way harder than i thought it would. she slays 20/10

now for the astrals! shiva is so blue. i need like 10 more of her thank you. 10/10

the god of being sososo mad at everyone. i think if there were more raised textures on the body it'd be cool ykwim? 9/10

its ramugh. if only you could remove the leg walking animation so he floats ominously. i suppose there's mods... 9/10

titan. his design was pretty simple already but somehow this doesnt look like him to me? am i crazy? 7/10

bahamut that stupid god that i hate. i hate how sick this looks. i hate him. 10/10

and last but not least.... the design that sucks the most......

LEVIATHAN. WHAT THAT THING. 10000000000000/10

i think the lesson to be learned here is that you can tell how good the original design is when you're forced to simplify it. and also dont make minecraft skins of an angry water snake thing.

[stayevildarling]

please write the agatha professor fic! there may be great writers and those kinda fics out there but you are an amazing writer and have your own style!!

Agatha Harkness x Reader- Spells behind closed doors

A/N: fine here‘s my attempt💜 no one come for me please

tw/tags: female reader, professor agatha, smut, corruption, top agatha, oral (reader recieving), enchanted strap (both recieving)

word count: 3.7k

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Agatha Harkness, professor of your potion and magical arts classes stands by the desk, her posture elegant, her features in perfect control as she begins her class. She had always carried herself with a grace that was captivating. Her voice low and smooth. You hung to her every word, not just for knowledge but because of her. You sit at the front of the class, trying to focus on the lesson but it was impossible to ignore the way she moved, the way her voice sent shivers down your spine.

However you aren‘t the only one, half of the class seemed to be obsessed with her ever since she took over for the semester, they all seemed under her spell but somehow your feelings ran deeper. There was something electric between you and the professor, unspoken words but undeniable and it both scared and excited you at the same time. Over the months, you began working harder than you ever had in her classes, striving for the perfect grades in every assignment. And of course Agatha being Agatha, she noticed your effort, subtle praises leaving her lips and causing your heart to race.

„Exceptional work“ she had told you earlier this week, handing you back an assignment on potions. You couldn‘t stop thinking about how her fingers had lingered on yours for just a moment too long, her gaze steady but unreadable. You had spent your days replaying that moment in your mind over and over again, wondering if this was just your imagination or the obvious crush you had on your professor. But even with near perfect grades, you still felt the need to push yourself further for her, to please her in some way.

So after class you decided to stay behind, waiting for other students to filter out. The brunette looks up from her desk, her eyes fixed on you and for a moment you see a look of surprise in her features but at the same time as if she had been waiting for a moment to get you alone. „Can I help you with something, dear?“ she asks, her tone casual, despite the flicker of curiosity in her features. Your throat feels dry but you force yourself to speak „I wanted to ask if there is any way I could do extra credit.. to improve my mark“.

She tilts her head in confusion but you notice the faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, no matter how much she tries to hide it. „You have already achieved one of the highest marks in the class, why the sudden need to improve?“ she questions curiously and for a moment you feel insecure under her intense gaze, trying to focus on anything but her beautiful eyes or her hands filled with rings. „I just want to.. do better.. push myself further“ you stammer „I feel like there is more I can do and learn“ you admit, feeling the fear of her rejecting you, of you reading this wrong.

But the smirk deepens as she straightens, stepping around her desk to stand in front of you. „Ambitious. I like that“ she remarks, causing you to swallow hard as she moves closer, her presence overwhelming. „So, is there something I can do?“ you ask curiously which causes her gaze to land on you, her expression unreadable for a moment. She pauses, leaving your heart beating out of your chest before she finally speaks. „Extra credit with me isnt easy. It will require dedication and it won‘t be part of regular curriculum. Are you certain you are prepared for that?“ she asks curiously.

„Yes“ you say quickly but your features firm, confirming your statement. „I‘m ready.. whatever it takes“ you stammer nervously as her smile slowly grows, almost knowing. „Very well, meet me in my office tonight at 8. Don‘t be late“. Your heart pounds in your chest as you nod, unsure what you just agreed to but unable to resist the woman either way. You gather your things before smiling at her and leaving, sighing as you step into the hallway, feeling like you hadn‘t breathed for that entire interaction.

Time passes painfully slow as you try and kill some time, working on some other courses and assignments, before going over your notes on potions and spells again, unsure what exactly Professor Harkness had in mind for you tonight. When it‘s finally time you make your way to her office, feeling both shaky and excited at the same time, knees feeling weak by the time you knock against the large wooden door. By the time you arrive, the door is slightly ajar and you hear her voice, inviting as she calls out „Come in“.

Stepping inside, you find her seated at her desk, a candle flickering and the shadows of it dancing across the walls, the dim light making the atmosphere both comfortable and mysterious at the same time. She looks up from a book, her eyes locking onto yours as she takes your outfit into view. „Right on time“ she says, a hint of approval in her tone as she gestures you towards the chair opposite her desk. „Sit“ she instructs and you do after closing the door. The air in the room is filled with tension, your heart beating so loud inside your chest that you are sure she could hear it.

Agatha leans back in her chair, studying you as she begins speaking „Before we begin, let‘s be clear- extra credit under my guidance isn‘t just about improving your mark. It‘s about pushing boundaries, yours in particular“. Her words sent a heat through you that you couldn‘t grasp, one that makes you flinch and shiver at the same time. But you nod, determined as you try and keep your composure. „I understand Professor“ you almost whisper causing her to smirk.

It takes a second before she leans forward slightly, her voice a little darker. „Good, then let‘s start with a test of trust“. The older woman reaches into the top drawer of her desk, pulling out a small vial with a shimmering dark liquid. „Drink this“ she instructs and for a moment you hesitate as you meet her eyes. „What is it?“ you ask curiously as you take the vial from her hands, removing the lid and pulling it closer to your lips. „A truth serum“ she replies casually „Mild of course. I need to know that you‘re being honest- about your intentions, limits and desires“ she explains.

Your pulse quickens and the brunette enjoys the way your eyes widen and you drown the liquid in one gulp, clearly trusting the woman as she could have given you anything and you would have happily drank it. The liquid burns as it goes down your throat, a slight warmth spreading through your body. The woman‘s smirk widens as she watches you, her gaze sharp and almost predatory. „Now“ she begins, standing and moving to lean against the desk, much closer to you than before. „Tell me, why are you here?“

Your mouth opens before your mind is able to stop it, the potion working immediately as Agatha knew exactly what she is doing of course. „I wanted to impress you Professor“ you admit, your voice trembling. „I wanted to feel closer to you“ the words cause you to wince, this definitely not being the way you imagined her every finding out about this. Agatha‘s lips curve into a slow, knowing smile, having of course known about this long before but enjoying the show nevertheless. „Is that all?“ she asks curiously as she tilts her head to the side again.

You shake your head, the heat in your chest rising to your face as it burns red. „No. I want- I want you to notice me, not just as your student“ you admit, your hands trembling as you register just exactly what you are saying. Her breath hitches slightly at your words, her expression hardening for a moment. „Careful“ she murmurs, her voice low „You‘re treading dangerous grounds“ she warns but the potion betrays you yet again as it blurts out exactly what is on your mind. „Maybe… I want dangerous“ you whisper, surprising even yourself.

The woman‘s eyes darken, surprised at your words but causing her smirk to return as she leans down, her face inches from your own. „Good. Then let‘s see how far you are willing to go“ she whispers. Her presence is both suffocating and intoxicating but there was no way you could keep your eyes from hers, the way she looked so perfect, the dark purple suit combination making her look etheral. Her smirk deepens as she watches your eyes trail from the collar of her shirt, to her lips, back to her hands and rings. She couldn‘t deny she enjoyed the rawness of this, your vulnerability due to the potion but she also couldn‘t lie that this had been exactly her plan, corrupting you slowly from the first time she had seen you.

„You‘re an interesting one“ she admits, her fingers reaching out, gracing your jaw as you stare into her eyes „Tell me, how long have you felt this way about me?“ she asks curiously and your mouth immediately opens as you answer „Since the first lesson“. Your words take her by surprise nevertheless before she tuts „That long? and yet you have kept it hidden for so long, impressive“ she praises and you can‘t help the way your stomach twists at her words. „I didn‘t want to ruin things“ you admit, again catching her by surprise as a low chuckle errupts around you. „And what if I let you indulge in these things? what do you think would happen?“ she asks curiously.

Your desperation gets the better of you as you sigh, the truth potion and anticipation of this evening causing your breathing to hitch. „I don‘t care about the consequences, I just want you“. Agatha‘s smile disappears for a moment, replaced by something you couldn‘t read but it appears again seconds later as she speaks again „Bold words“ her fingers trail down your chin as she tilts your head to meet her gaze „Are you sure you are ready for what that means?“ she questions and as your eyes lock onto her own you nod eagerly before the word „Yes“ escapes you. „Fine, I‘ll hold you to that“ she hums in approval.

And then her lips crash against your own, without any warning, causing you to melt right into her despite the way her lips lead you fiercely and commanding. You melt right into her, hands instinctively reaching for her waist but she is quick to grab your wrists, pinning them against the desk behind you. „Ah ah“ she scolds, her voice like silk against your lips „Remember darling, you are still my student. Let me set the rules“ she whispers and you nod desperately, completely at her mercy. „Good girl“ she purrs into your ear „Let‘s see how well you can handle following instructions“ she breathes as she pins you against her desk properly.

Agatha‘s grip on your wrist is firm, not painful but a perfect reminder for both her strength and control not just now but in general. Her lips return to yours, slower this time, deliberate as she nibbles against your bottom lip and it takes everything within you not to moan at the sensation. „You taste sweet, desperate and so willing“ she teases. „Are you sure you‘re up for this?“ she whispers in your ear before you breathe out a low „Yes“ the truth potion still working it‘s magic and effect on you. Her smile deepens as she releases your wrists, pulling your body towards her for a moment before she sends the contents of her desk flying. „Sit“ she instructs and you obey immediately as you hop onto her desk.

You watch filled with anticipation, your entire body burning with desire as she unbuttons her jacket, placing it neatly aside before taking her rings off, one by one, painfully slow causing your breath to hitch yet again. She moves with purpose, almost as if still teaching a class, only this time the subject was you. Agatha moves between your legs, her hands settling on your tights, her fingers rubbing little circles as she speaks again. „You are so eager“ she whispers as she tugs a strand of hair behind your ears „I just want to make you proud Professor“ you confess, causing her to smile as she whispers „You already have darling but tonight let‘s see how far you are willing to go“.

Her hands slide higher, gathering your skirt as her lips kiss down your neck, leaving marks that you wouldn‘t be able to hide or explain to anyone for that matter. The way she nipples on the soft skin causes you to tilt your head, giving her more access, causing her to smirk into you „Such a good girl“ she praises and the words cause you to clench your thighs together, struggling to keep your composure. „I need you to stay still, can you do that?“ she asks and you nod before she clears her throat „Words“ she instructs and you immediately open your mouth „Yes I can do that“ you confirm causing her to nod in approval again.

The brunette begins trailing her fingers over your thighs and with a flick of her wrist she completely exposes you of your clothing, leaving you gasping for breath at the sudden cold sensation of your body against her wooden desk. She never breaks eye contact as she holds you captive, her fingers travelling higher and higher to exactly where you need her. „Look at you“ she purrs, her voice dripping wirh satisfaction „Already so eager, so responsive“ she praises „I wonder.. are you like this for anyone or just?“ she begins but you cut her off „Just for you“ you pant, causing a proud smirk to fill her features. „Good answer“ she praises and if you could pay any attention right now, you would have seen the way her pupils blew at your words.

Agatha leans in again, the kiss slower this time, filled with hunger as her tongue enters your mouth, drawing the sweetest noises from you. Her fingers travel further, never giving you enough though, simply teasing you as you flinch in her arms, bucking your hips at nothing as she leaves you hanging. You whimper against her lips, moving your glistening core closer to her fingers but she shakes her head „Patience darling, remember whos in control“ she chuckles lowly causing you to bite your lip. „Let me hear you“ she whispers as she collects your juices on her fingers, bringing them to your lips as you open obediently and suck on her fingers all while keeping eye contact with the older woman.

Your fingers grip against her desk, your breath coming out in slow ragged moans as she continues teasing you, her fingers and mouth exploring your body but not staying where you need her, not even for a second too long. Every touch is calculated to leave you trembling, desperate and begging for more. „You are such a quick learner“ she praises as your moans errupt in her office. „But I wonder how well you will follow instructions when you‘re this undone“ she teases but your desperation gets the better off you „Anything, I‘ll do anything“ you mumble before she grins. „Good“ she murmurs, her eyes darkening as she moves her face impossibly closer to yours. „Then beg for it“.

And she doesn‘t need to tell you twice, this being exactly like your daydreams about her during class, nights filled with dreams of the woman, this being better than any of those fantasies combined. „Please professor Harkness“ you whisper as you glance into her eyes, fluttering your eyelashes a few times hoping this would increase her chances to give in. Before she can encourage you to be more clearer however, the truth potion takes over as your deepest and darkest desires spill from your lips. „Take me right here, however you want, bend me over your desk, fill me up, do whatever you want. I want you please, I‘ll do anything“ you beg and your words take her by surprise, her eyebrows raising as she of course had noticed your desperation but nothing could have prepared her for those words.

She had planned to tease you all night, make you a trembling crying mess but those sweet words and how well you had behaved so far tonight she couldn‘t help herself, in a swift motion going on her knees as she keeps eye contact and explores your drenched pussy with her tongue. The second her mouth comes into contact with your glistening core your thighs close around her head, keeping her in place as gutteral moans escspe you. „Yes professor.. just like that“ you pant, feeling her tongue swirl around your clit, occasionally dipping it inside you as you feel the coil in your stomach build up and already feeling like it‘s getting ready to snap. „So good“ she moans into you, the vibrations of her voice against your clit causing you to buck your hips.

Something dark takes over the woman as she hears those sweet noises, seeing how you are doing so well and she can‘t help herself as she stands, leaving you whining for a moment before she grips your hands, pushing them behind your back as she swiftly turns you around, bending you over her desk just like you had begged her moments ago. You turn your head and watch as a cloud of purple appears behind you, leaving her in a harness and exposing her purple fake cock, the sight causing you to shiver against her still fully clothed body. And despite giving into you, it was clear who is in control, her grip on your hands firm as she uses her magic to tie them together behind your back, your chest cold against her desk as she slowly makes you watch her stroking her fake cock, causing you to almost whine.

„Please Professor Harkness, I promise I can take it, I‘ll be so good for you… I“ you continue begging but before you can carry on she pushes into you, without warning, without gentleness as she pushes her entire length inside, making you take her completely just like you had begged her for minutes ago. „Oh .. oh god“ you almost scream, feeling her completely inside you and if only you knew she enchanted it, wanting to feel the walls of your pussy filling her up and taking her so well. „Just like that please“ you encourage her and she doesn’t hold back, fucking into you with a ruthless pace that leaves you trembling and gasping for breath, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks. „You are taking me so well“ she praises, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure.

And there was something so utterly intimate about this moment, the two of you having dreamt of this moment since you first stepped into her class even though Agatha wouldn‘t admit it, how she had corrupted you into this moment so perfectly, how you had been so good and obedient tonight, well beyond her imagination and expectations from you. She can‘t help herself from pounding into you hard, not holding back as she initially planned to edge you until you are on your knees but she couldn‘t deny how good you feel, her own pleasure taking over as she keeps her cock inside you, feeling you pulsing around her as your sweet perfect noises and begging fill her office.

She leans down just enough to reach your ear before she nibbles on it and whipers „What if I pulled out now darling? made you get dressed and leave?“ she teaes, eager to hear your reponse as she knows the truth potion still lingered. „I wouldn‘t like that“ you whisper which causes her to grin „But I would because I promised you to obey“ and something about your words drives her even more crazy. She pulls out for a second, only to spin you around, having you facing her as she pounds into you again, ruthless. „Keep your eyes on me“ she instructs and you can‘t help the whisper „Yes professor“ that escapes you, only turning her on even more. „Don‘t you dare cum without my permission“ she warns causing you to lock your eyes onto her, nodding before answering quickly „Never Ms Harkness“.

Your eagerness drives her crazy, pounding into you even harder than before, her hand finding your clit as she begins lazily rubbing you, making it impossible to keep your eyes open but still you do, letting her consume you, letting her take you and drag you under fully, completely and utterly in her control. It doesn‘t take long before her own desire reaches it‘s peaking point, your mouth ajar, eyes glistening with tears as you keep them on her own. „Please Professor.. may I cum?“ you pant, bucking your hips and she can‘t help it, slamming into you before reaching for your hardened nipples „Cum for me“ she gives you permission and you cum undone, her own cum mixing with your own as she slowly begins stilling her movements, pulling out of you and immediately making you feel empty, wishing the feeling would never go.

It takes you several minutes to catch your breathing, the orgasm more intense than anything you have ever felt before. With a flick of her wrist she has you untied and back in your clothing but you miss your underwear, finding it tugged into her trouser pocket. She extacts her hand to you, slowly pulling you up as she hovers above you, her lips capturing yours yet again. „If you keep this up, I‘m sure we can improve your mark in no time“ she teases with a smirk causing your jar to drop a little, assuming this was a one time thing. You nod, your knees feeling like jelly as you begin gathering your things. „Same time tomorrow?“ you ask which she both grins and nods to. You stare at her for a second longer, in disbelief this happened for a moment before you glance at her one more time „Thank you Professor“ you whisper as you walk out.

„So perfect“ she whispers as she watches you walk out and she can‘t help but smirk, her little game having worked perfectly and knowing she wasn‘t going to stop this anytime soon, her perfect obedient student.

[herofics]

Hi do you do requests for continuations of fanfics you did 5 years ago😭.

For contacts it is the one about Aizawa's adopted kid gets killed in a villain attack, I don't know if you're long over that but I was thinking if you did continue it could it be like other student's reactions🙏. (love your works btw❤️)

A/N: Oh I will gladly write some more for that. I just picked some characters and mashed them all together into HCs. The post mentioned is this one (I think at least). Thank you for liking my stuff :D

•When Aizawa carried your lifeless body out of what was left of the dorms, everyone was already in shock from what had happened, and your death certainly didn’t make things any easier

•The police and paramedics had been alerted and teachers were pouring to the scene to help and make sure everyone was alright

•Almost everyone else had gotten out with only minor injuries, except for you

•The whole class was quiet, some because of the shock, some because they were showing respect

•You were put into an ambulance and taken away, even though no one could help you anymore, Aizawa wanted to go with you, but he also had a responsibility to his class, so he decided to go to the hospital later

•”Is everyone okay?” he asked as the rest of class-A stood there quietly

•Everyone muttered something akin to a “yes” but no one knew what else to say

•”They pushed me out of the way” Midoriya said

•As if he doesn’t carry the world on his shoulders already, the blame he placed on himself for what happened to you was certainly enough to drive anyone past the breaking point

•Aizawa assured him that it wasn’t his fault, but how could it not be? If he just had better control of his quirk, if he was as fast as All Might, you wouldn’t be dead

•There was a lot of buzz outside the school as to how it could have happened, how does a student get killed in the UA dorms?

•The whole class and Aizawa were so tired of hearing all the theories and the media blaming everyone but the actual culprits

•The whole class brought something for your desk in the class, candles, incense, flowers, food, things like that

•It became a sort of shrine to you

•The whole class was understandably distraught about what had happened, but your closest friends were the most messed up about it

•Bakugou didn’t yell at anyone for at least two weeks, he just muttered to himself whenever someone annoyed him

•He knew heroes die on the job all the time, but you weren’t a hero, you were a student

•It drove him to train harder, study harder, so next time something like this happened, maybe he wouldn’t feel so fucking useless

•Midoriya got the worst of it, he blamed himself, no matter how much everyone else told him it wasn’t his fault, he just wouldn’t listen

•He too started training harder, developing his quirk and his control over it, he didn’t want this to happen again

•In a way you motivated the whole class to be better, get stronger, it just sucked you had to die for that

•Yaoyorozu started practicing more extensive first aid after that, she took some courses outside of what the school offered, and started taking lessons from Recovery Girl too

•Some of the class followed her example, such as Uraraka, Tokoyami, Asui and Todoroki

•Yaoyorozu also made sure to learn how to make certain medicines, hemostatic gauze and things like that with her quirk, that could help in a situation like what happened to you

•His students efforts brought some light into the dark time Aizawa was going through, and the little shrine on your old desk was a nice gesture

•Even though it was sometimes a painful reminder, it was also a reminder of how much you were loved by your classmates and friends

[gremlingottoosilly]

very surprised that the lovefool AU didn't have König spanking the reader while making her count every hit in German, starting over everytime she messes up 😵‍💫

GERMAN LESSONS

Your kidnapper decided to refresh your knowledge of German numbers. Unfortunately for you, Konig doesn't appreciate failure. TW and tags: Spanking, non-con, kidnapping, power imbalance, controlling yandere Konig, size difference, fingering

You messed up. 

At this point, you’re not even sure what set König – your kidnapper, as you learned to never forget – off. It might have been some slightly bratty comment, maybe your smile wasn’t cute and girlfriendly enough, maybe you were sleeping a bit too tight and refused to give him hug as he always made you do. It’s hard to predict him, with his mood swings going from almost being a loving boyfriend with an affinity for making you warm and nice for him up to a torturer who wants nothing but to punish your holes as harshly as possible. 

You messed up, and you don’t even remember how – perhaps, this is what made your punishment even worse. König has a desire to make you answer to his every whim, and when you’re as much as resisting even one small thing…

— Fucking brat. I was too soft on you, ja? 

He drags you to his lap, but it’s far from his regular affection. You could have expected kisses, maybe something else soft and pretty, maybe his hands hugging you firmly – but he drops you on his thighs like a dead weight, harsh hand pressing between your shoulder blades to make you lat flat. Ass up in the air, little clothes you had – only his shirt, of course, König fucking hated seeing his little captive girlfriend in actual clothes and not another of his sexual fantasies. 

You sob, you whimper, and you’re trembling because this is the first time he is like this. Violent and cruel in the bedroom – yes, he was kinda beating you up in his basement, but you thought that he wouldn’t drag this to your shared bed. You hoped that the worst punishment you could take is his dick up your ass or a very violent mouth fucking – not this. You hoped for a punishment to be sex, not pain. 

Not his huge hands striking you across your ass like you’re a bratty kid in need of a lesson. 

— I thought you could be a proper girl for me, Schatz. I trusted you. 

You’d say he sounds hurt, but you can recognize the sadistic gleam in his voice. König doesn’t even bother with preparing your skin first, he strikes as hard as he can – and you cry every freaking time because, oh god, it feels horrible, and you’re going to be sick, and you don’t know what to do except for crying your eyes out with every harsh slap across the plush flesh of your ass. Your skin jiggles with every strike, and his cruel laugh almost feels as painful as his hands. 

— I’m sorry! Pl…please, don’t…god…

You whimper, crying, just a dumb girl for big bad König, who has all the power over you now. Giant hands enveloping your asscheeks only to strike harder, to land blows equally on both sides of your ass. There is nothing sexy about it – you only feel a burning sensation and sweet numbness every time they hit lands somewhere new, not tearing already exhausted flesh with new pain. 

It’s like your bottom has been set on fire – he is preparing you for something far worse, you know, not even counting each strike. 

He drags his hand all across the redness of your ass, making you whimper from pain. He chuckles, knowing just how utterly pathetic you look right now – poor girl, can barely even think about getting your mind in place as you can’t even try to think about his hands doing all of this. You want him to fucking stop touching you, but you know that the chances are slim. Non-existing even. 

— Now, Schatz, it wasn’t that bad. Just a preparation. 

If that was a preparation, you don’t want to know what a real one will feel like. You whimper, trying to get up from his lap – maybe, if you cry loud and long enough, he will think about stopping hurting you. Maybe, if you’re pathetic enough, you’ll have the chance for mercy. Maybe, if you’re able to distract him from hurting you, he will think of other options for your body. 

Your hands are trying to reach his crotch – you don’t want to fuck him, but his dick is a far better punishment than his hands. You feel dirty when your hands are trying to hold onto his pants, taking them off as if you’re nothing but a depraved slut in need of a good pounding. Each ounce of dignity gets washed away as your hands softly palm his erection through his pants. Bastard is hard – you knew he was getting off from your pain, but being reminded of this so explicitly…

Only but he is striking you again, harsh palm against already swollen flesh. You yelp. You squirm. You cry. 

Of course, he doesn’t really care. 

— Being a slut won’t help you, dumb thing. 

You sob, hands retracting back to being awkwardly placed in front of your face. Your position on his lap makes your cheeks burn – both of them, which is even more embarrassing. At this point, you aren’t even sure if you’d prefer him cutting your limbs off. Maybe it would at least feel less humiliating. 

— I’m s…sorry, König, I…

He places a hand on your ass again. Softer this time, if only for a bit – your skin still stings as he continues to stroke your aching skin in a feeble attempt at reassuring. His hands are burning, and you don’t want to be touched like this, but even the slight human interaction is probably the only thing that will keep you sane right now. It might be pathetic, but just like a cat, you are crawling to meet the hand that has the power to softly cradle you. Like a domestic pet König made you to be, you hide your claws and present your rear to his touches. Maybe, he had enough. Maybe, this is over. 

His hard-on pressing in your tummy tells you another story. 

— Let’s do it this way, Schatzi. 

His other hand goes to dig in your hair, holding your head high enough to make sure you’re listening. You whimper from pain pulsating in your scalp but don’t make a sound – terrified of making this moment of kindness short-lived. 

— W-what? 

You give him the answer because you’re a good pet, a trained one, because your captor expects nothing but perfect obedience, and you would do anything to make the pain stop. Too bad that your “anything” isn’t even nearly enough. 

— Let’s teach you how to count, ja? 

He tried teaching you German, bit by bit. Dragged you a bunch of kid's books, the simplest expression took you days to learn because every mistake would mean an even rougher round of fucking, and every perfectly pronounced word would mean yet another round of “lovemaking” – soon, you learned to stagger your progress perfectly, being the most mediocre captive student this country has ever saw. You might be dumb, but…ah, no, judging by König’s standards, that’s it. 

You lick your lips, preparing for the worst. He is rubbing your ass softly, gently, but his touches aren’t bringing you relaxation – you can only wait for his to continue, to make you suffer more like he didn’t kiss you like a lover just a few days before, softly cradling your head on his chest and promising to bring you very nice cake if you’d continue to be a good girl and warm his dick with your pussy. 

— For every strike, I expect you to count. If you mess up, we will start over. 

— H…how many times? 

— Let’s start with ten, ja? You don’t look too strong right now, Katzen. 

You never looked strong, this is the sole reason why you’re even here. Not a proper soldier, not actually a fighter, just a fucking domestic girlfriend for a bastard like König, who has nothing but his ego and a rank that made you sick from how much power he had – people like him shouldn’t be in charge, even if he is a merc and not an actual commander. Even if he is nothing but a bloodthirsty hound, he still has way too much power over little ol’ you. 

You nod, but that’s not good enough. You grunt in acknowledgment, but it doesn’t satisfy him either. 

— I…I understand. Sir. 

— What are we saying to be polite, Katzen? 

— Please? S…spank me. Bitte. I promise I will count. 

You can feel his fingers twitching, trembling. He doesn’t like this little game either, it probably feels too artificial and awkward – you’d rather just be beat up by him, but alas, if he needs to take off some steam at the expense of your body…you aren’t exactly fine with that, but it’s not like you really have an opinion on the matter. At least it’s not needles and knives in your sensitive places – just his hands and your sore bottom. 

Then he strikes. 

First time, it felt like the worst pain in the world. Your ass, already sore and bruised, was heated up again – you cut down your scream because you know that he doesn’t want anything but counting. Nothing but your obedience, your pain, you might not want to be a spectacle for someone like König, but you don’t have even an illusion of choice here. You yelp, the only thing you allow yourself to do. 

You start counting. 

— E..ein. 

— Good girl. 

His fingers suddenly slip down to find your pussy, already wet and fucking messy for him. You can’t help it, it felt too wrong and too right at the same time – his hands on your body, his voice praising you like he didn’t just [unished you for as much as fucking existing. You whine, your body trembling with fear as he launches at you again – another harsh smack forcing you to remember all the numbers like your life depended on it. In some way, it really did. 

You lick your lips, biting into soft flesh to suppress your little cries. You can be stronger than this, you need to be stronger than this. 

König strikes your ass quickly, second and third time – you are keeping up as much as you can. Sobbing when he drags his hand lower, his fingers landing somewhere between our cheeks. There is still a lot of clean skin to uncover to reveal new pain – you’re sobbing between rounds, only allowing yourself to breathe when he pushes his fingers down your folds and plays with your core. 

It’s somehow worse than normal spanking. The pain was numbing, allowing you to slip into some other dimension. The pleasure is overweening, fucking with your brain like you should be thanking König for being so nice and stroking your clit between the rounds of punishment. 

You moan as he pushes a finger in, quickly forcing another slap on your already swollen ass. You don’t miss counting, but you do feel like your head is going to explode. Mind isn’t working enough to actually produce something meaningful – only pathetic chants of numbers and his name mixed properly. You feel like you’re going to suffocate. 

König appreciates the view – his darling, precious girlfriend, he never knew you could be any more beautiful but here you are, laying on his lap like a good kitten you are. With his hands bruising you, he should have punished you sooner – you have become so bratty lately, forgetting your place and who is wearing pants around here. He should have brought you across his thighs way sooner, maybe turn this into a regular thing and have you moan his name as you’re pathetically sobbing and begging for him to stop. 

He strikes you a few times more, his other hand two knuckle-deep in the wetness of your cunt. Such a slut for your boyfriend, you shouldn’t get off this kind of punishment – but of course, he can’t really blame his precious girl for being this fucking needy. He appreciated moving you from the basement, it’s much easier to be with his girl when you’re not rotting on some old mattress – yet, he feel that you started to get out of line as he allowed you too much over and over again. 

It’s a good thing he will be able to punish you even more. 

— It’s the fifth one, Liebling. Want a break? 

You consider your options, he can see your adorable face scrunching in, not understanding if he is for real or not. You’re pretty, too pretty to be this alone, small, and scared – he can’t help but lift your head again, hearing you groaning from pain as he strains your hair just so he can press his mask against your forehead. Mockery of a kiss, but he doesn’t want to face you right now. 

This whole fucking thing wasn’t comfortable enough for him. If only he could, he would just make you obedient through less awkward ways – but you’re so fucking bratty, it really is impossible. König smiles, pushing two of his fingers deep into your hole, stroking your folds as gently as possible. He is weak – he can’t stay mad at his favorite girl for long, no matter how much he wants to try and stand his ground this time. God, you’re too fucking adorable to resist.

— Please? You’re so cute, he might as well let you get out of your punishment. It’s not like him to be this soft, but he already turned your ass into a bruised mess, and if he comes any further, you might actually start to bleed – oh well, he doesn’t want this. Oh well, you will pay for this later – on your back, ass high in the air. Maybe he will try your ass today, just so he could have a nice and tight hole around him. A good way to make you shut up, for sure. 

You whimper when he is holding you close, soothing you like a desperate kitten – you cling onto him, all the brattiness going out of your body, just like he intended. So, so pretty for him, he doesn’t know what he will do with you later. 

He spanks you one last time just to hear your precious whimpers. 

God, just how much he fucking adores you. 

[thirteenheavens]

Hello!! i love your writing and saw your requests were open :) would you be able to write anything for minghao? you can have free reign with the topic or scenario🤍

Of course I did a short little teaser for this one :D

Minghao had always been good at controlling himself, but you were his weakness. Just a look or a touch from you was enough to make him hard, and tonight was no exception.

He had been watching you all night, his eyes trailing over your body as you danced and flirted with the other members. He tried to control his desire, but every time you smiled at him or leaned in close, he could feel himself growing harder.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He excused himself from the group and headed to the bathroom, hoping to take care of his problem in private. But as soon as he closed the door behind him, you followed him in.

Minghao turned to face you, his eyes dark with desire. He could tell from the look on your face that you knew exactly what you were doing to him.

"You're playing with fire," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You know how much I want you, and yet you keep teasing me like this."

You took a step closer to him, a sly smile playing on your lips. You knew exactly how to push his buttons, and you weren't afraid to do it.

"What are you going to do about it?" you asked, your voice low and sultry. "Are you going to punish me for being a tease?"

Minghao's eyes darkened even further, and he reached out to grab your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

"Oh, I'll punish you," he growled, his grip on your wrist tightening. "I'll make you pay for teasing me like this. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

Minghao pushed you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

"You think you can get away with driving me crazy like this?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to pay for every little tease, every flirty smile, every brush of your hand against mine. I'm going to make sure you never forget who you belong to."

Minghao's lips moved down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. His free hand moved down to your hip, gripping you tightly as he pressed his body even closer to yours.

"You're going to be mine, and mine alone," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "No one else can touch you like this, no one else can make you feel the way I do."

Minghao continued to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. He knew he was being possessive, but he didn't care. He wanted everyone to know that you were his, and he was determined to mark you as such.

His hand on your hip moved lower, sliding between your legs to cup your mound. He groaned against your neck as he felt the wetness there, his fingers pressing against you through the fabric of your clothes.

Minghao's fingers moved in slow, teasing circles, rubbing against your sensitive clit through the fabric of your clothes. He knew it wasn't enough to get you off, but he wanted to draw out the torture, to keep you on the edge for as long as possible.

"You're already so wet for me," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You love this, don't you? You love being my good little toy."

Minghao continued to tease you, his fingers never straying from their position between your legs. He could feel your body trembling against his, your breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.

"You're so desperate for more," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I'm not going to give it to you just yet. You need to learn your lesson first, sweetheart.

Minghao pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at you. Your face was flushed, your eyes glazed with desire. He loved seeing you like this, so desperate and needy for him.

"You're not going to cum until I say so," he said firmly. "You're going to be a good girl and wait, no matter how much you want it."

Minghao's hand moved away from your center, leaving you feeling empty and aching. He took a step back, admiring the sight of you leaning against the wall, your body trembling with need.

"Look at you," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "You're a mess already, and I've barely even touched you. You're so sensitive, so desperate for my touch."

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[thecatundertheladder]

First off thank you so much for the answer it was a great read. My second question has to do with my biggest gripe with show, that is wu keeping secrets. He never learns his lesson with it from Moro to asphera and the one I hate the most,Kai and nya’s parents. He was Kai’s fathers best friend and he never tells them anything about their parents except fact that they were elemental masters. That secret helped with whole Chen thing and I’m honestly surprised that the two weren’t furious that he didn’t tell them anything. So does he or garmadon tell them anything, and if not how does fsm and garmadon react to that?

You 🤝 me

Fixing plot holes with this au

So Wu not telling people things is a thing that happens a lot in the show, and obviously the reason is that Ninjago didn't plan ahead with their seasons until Dragons Rising. But I believe that the in-universe reasons are a) he didn't these things were important or relevent (I mean the Aspheera incident happened when he was a child so 🤷‍♀️) and b) he's paranoid about over sharing which leads to under sharing.

The whole Morro incident didn't happen in this universe (see: this post) so we don't need to justify that (thank god).

So if we take all that into account it leaves two main issues. Wu not telling them about their parents and not training Nya as a water ninja from the start. So let's get into that.

In this au, the reason Wu didn't tell Nya about her powers is because Lloyd was born too late (this is also the reason tomorrow's tea happened, it was the universe course correcting). He was supposed to be born well before the venom kicked in fully, so he would be a teenager roughly the same age as his guardians when fighting the Overlord. Instead, he was born not long before the venom kicked in and Garmadon was banished to the Underworld.

This meant that by the time the four ninja were beginning their training, they were quickly running out of time. In an effort to insure the four ninja of the prophecy plus the green ninja got enough training Wu deliberately didn’t tell Nya that she had water powers so he would’t have to spend time teaching her instead of the others. Especially since he doesn’t know much about water as an element, since he, garmadon and FSM couldn’t use it. So he also wanted to wait for Nyad before he started anything beyond basic training with Nya.

But by the time the prophecy was over Nya had already made herself as Samurai X and Wu felt bad about potentially destroying it by telling her. It wasn’t until the Preeminent tried to take over Ninjago that Wu finally got the confidence up to tell her.

Garmadon does not approve of Wu’s decision to not tell Nya about her powers at all. He thinks the longer he leaves it the worse it will be when she finally does get told - and she does have to be told, the ocean does not like to be restrained. But he leaves it since Nya is primarily under Wu’s care. FSM agrees with Wu initial decision to not tell her in order to spend as much time training the the other five

And now the previous elemental masters, which I will admit, was harder to work out, but I love a good opportunity for world building and plot hole fixing! In season four Garmadon says the reason that the ninja didn't know about the other EMs was because they were made to feel special. I assume this decision was to motivate them when facing the Ultimate Evil^tm. However, that doesn't really explain why Wu and Garmadon didn't tell them post-defeating the Ultimate Evil^tm.

Wu told all all four og ninja that their powers came from the First Spinjitzu Master, and the thing is in canon, he's technically not lying, he's just missing out the part where they got passed down through generations of elemental masters. In this au, he really isn't lying. The FSM boosted the fours powers so they could protect Lloyd better - some of their powers are directly from them. But moving on...

Ray was Wu's best friend, so when he went missing and Wu didn't have his powers to track him down, he was devasted. I think in part Wu's decision to not tell Kai and Nya about their parents was because he was grieving them still, and grief makes people do strange things. Obviously this is a mistake, as, like you said, it leads to Kai nearly being manipulated by Chen.

Wu not telling Cole about Lily was in a mis-guided attempt to help him salvage his relationship with his father. He had originally assumed that Lou had told Cole but when it became apparent that he hadn't, Wu left it - he didn't want to damage Lou and Cole's relationship further by revealing something that Lou had kept secret.

For Jay and Libber, Wu was aware that Jay didn't know he was adopted, and it was this that partly influenced his decision to not tell any of the ninja about their parents as it would lead to some uncomfortable revelations with Jay.

For Zane and the previous elemental master of ice, it falls into the catagory of simply not relevent. Zane does not have any relation to him, though he does learn about him when the Ninja eventually get sat down and told everything about the previous generation.

And of course Wu (in this au at least) has a problem of forgetting to tell people things. He was under the impression that the ninja all knew about his and Garmadon's heritage and that they also knew the FSM was alive, but of course they didn't.

Garmadon does not like that Wu kept all this a secret, but as I mentioned before he doesn't want to over step his boundaries and tell them. And he also has the problem of forgetting to tell people things - it's hereditary. FSM also does not like that Wu and Garmadon elect to not tell the ninja about the other and previous EMs. They believe that the elemental masters of each generation should be at the very least aquaintances with each other (they're a little biased, the first EMs are as good as family to FSM). But the thing is, between seasons 3 and 5, FSM pays very little attention to Ninjago. They were planning to find Maya and Ray for Wu, Kai, and Nya post Final Battle, but well, they forgot. Immortals - especially FSM - can have very bad time management skills.

Hopefully this covers everything and makes sense but if not just let me know. And feel free to keeps the asks coming because they're very fun to answer!

[edenfenixblogs]

hey i saw the post about your cousin's bar mitzvah, and well first of all congrats to her. but also uh one thing you mentioned made me curious- what *am* i supposed to do should i find a dead body on the side of the road, if it's no problem for me to ask? not to worry you or anything like that but i guess it'd be useful to know if i pass a car crash on a road trip again.

Ah! What a good ask!!!! I see you committing to the act of learning more about Judaism as an act of allyship, and I appreciate you! Thanks so much for taking an interest.

Obligatory disclaimer: I’m not a biblical scholar or a Talmudic expert. I’m just a Jew who likes being a Jew.

So my Torah portion was in Leviticus. For those who don’t know, Leviticus and Numbers are often considered the doldrums of Torah books. It’s not where a lot of the well-known exciting parts happen. Those books generally contain a lot of lists of rules and mitzvot.

But this is actually why I like the way Judaism reads the whole Torah in order. It forces us to confront the “boring” stuff. And in so doing, we have to think harder about why that stuff is included in our books.

So that’s why my assigned portion was interesting to me.

The actual text basically says “don’t touch dead bodies.” But I remember reading the Talmudic scholarship which was especially interesting because its focus was to elaborate on all the exceptions and then talked about the importance of doing good deeds without a reward and not punishing those who need to do things like touch dead bodies.

The point of the text isn’t to condemn people who are doing the “forbidden” thing without any cause. The text outlines a lot of rules (many of which are not relevant anymore) and, frankly excessive punishments for breaking the rules.

But Judaism doesn’t end at the literal text. Talmud (rabbinical interpretation) is equally important.

My take on the material was this:

There are some things that, on the whole, we shouldn’t do. We shouldn’t touch dead bodies. We shouldn’t come to synagogue when we are sick. We shouldn’t cheat on our spouses. Etc.

But sometimes, you do need to break the rules. And for some things, someone must always break the rules. There must be someone in any community whose job it is to touch dead bodies. Someone must bury the dead. At the very least.

For people in that position, it is so vitally important that we do not throw the literal text in their face. It is important that we do not condemn them or shun them or otherwise exclude them from our community. Judaism is about community. And you cannot have a community that is based upon excluding people who do essential jobs. Rather, thank them. Because they are doing a good thing with no inherent reward. Quite the opposite. Those people should be celebrated. They take on the hard work knowing it carries risk of exclusion and judgment, but they do it anyway. Because it’s right.

Back in the day, if you saw a dead body on the side of the road and no one seemed available to bury it? Bury it. Give that fallen soul dignity. Then pray about it. Physically and emotionally wash the sin* away. (*sin in Judaism is not the same as the Christian idea of sin. Sin is more akin to an “oops” or “missing the mark.”) And take pleasure in doing something good for humanity and knowing that nobody else had to take on that sin for you.

So, nowadays, if you see a dead body on the side of the road? Call the person whose job it is to deal with that. And thank them for doing this very emotionally difficult work. Welcome that person into your community. Be kind to them. It matters. Because there is no community at all without them and people like them.

And in general? The more broad lesson to this is to of course be kind to people who do unglamorous but necessary work. And to take on that unglamorous work ourselves when necessary. That’s how we keep our community functional and healthy. Do good deeds without expecting a reward. Do what’s right even when you expect a bad outcome. Do good and right things for their own sake, because that’s what we exist to do. Create goodness in the world. The reward is the better world we create.

Thanks for asking @clawdia-houyhnhnm

[ozfi]

blade watch with robin archive

Something something being scared of instincts because they can be seen as animalistic when theres such an importance given to Humanity and humans being separate from animals (and undead). And youre not even certain of your humanity at this point in the first place

Waiiit its ok to fall into substance abuse when it makes you forget the parts of yourself youre scared about <3 & become someone who isnt you but feels like the "better version of yourself" that you could ever be

you cant find a way through and nothing you try is working and the whole world seems against you (even as it tries to help) so . Do something worse

I heart digging a deeper hole thats even harder to get out of

its especially potent i think cuz there was that moment where tachibana really did think she was getting better while fighting isaka at the end of 09

like i feel better im having a breakthrough i might die here but itll be worth it

but not even THAT worked. and that is what was supposed to work. so what other option does she have?

Something to be said abt how in this new era you can actually see tachibana's eyes that her hair is no longer in front of but it doesnt make her any more like. I forgot what the adjective is for showing emotions

expressive? readable? im forgetting the word i want too

Switch from obvious depressive feeling horrible in her life and body -> toxic hypermasculinity in order to try and power thru and become a better expected version of herself

Down to the way she wears her jacket and shit

I see it i see it -

i like that kenzaki and tachibana have to run forward and put intent in their transformation but mutsuki quite literally waits for it to overtake him and hajime just is. obviously -

i honestly like . how people in blade kind of just get worse at first cuz like. its not that simple. theyre all trying their best but they dont really understand each other. things often get bad despite how hard you try

Lessons have to be learned thru it going really bad Because none of them learn anything when things go well

mutsuki in particular has had such a bad time going on he's traumatized as fuck and getting over that wouldnt be so simple...

mutsuki and tachibana both have to deal with autonomy in really interesting ways

i also like how someone being worried for them isnt enough to stop the bad thing from happening. love isnt a be-all end-all savior Thing. you have to work for it. someone has to actually understand what's going on and you have to keep trying even when the bad things are happening and it feels like they wont stop. you just cant give up.

Love is used as a pillar but its not the whole of it you have to build upon it Its the foundations, a life built without love can work but on a precarious balance, a life that has love but nothing else doesnt have a roof and shelter

nozomi loves mutsuki sure but she's saying she wants the old mutsuki back. but the old mutsuki is constantly terrified, weak, sad, stuck in the dark,

she has her heart in the right place to be sure! she doesnt know about mutsukis trauma! but its that lack of understanding that isolates mutsuki further

everyone wants mutsuki back in the light.

isnt there another option?

(surely if we looked for one we would find it)

Theyre too busy trying to take it away from him to figure out the mechanisms behind why he needs it

Well, tachibana is trying a little more but shes also projecting too much and not seeing his individuality thru it

the spider chose mutsuki for a reason and you cant just wrench someone away from a bad coping mechanism (tachibana should know this . but of course she doesnt)

The joker has no ancestor. The joker has no family. The joker has no future except to immisce itself in the life of others

hajime has nothing, has created nothing, needs to rely on nothing , is connected to nothing, has no past aside violence, no future besides bloodshed, hajime has no right to exist in this world

Mutsuki projecting because he couldnt fight the ace and now all that he is is dictated by and defined by the ace

Whereas hajime pulled through that

he does constantly say hes the strongest even when hes clearly losing and its a pretty intentional thing to repeat

Hes trying to convince himself that it was the right thing to do and that hes on the right path

Right. like he didnt make a mistake in seeking it out, that he really can get strong on his own, that this isnt hurting him because if he lost then?

how can he be strong if hes so weak?

when kenzaki is in danger he doesnt rely on hirose or koutaro

they work together for the sake of others and he even calls them friends but its hard to find times (aside from casual cohabitation) where he trusts them the way he should

He seeks out their proofs of friendship but hes not willing to do the same

Like hes so happy early on when they talk abt him as a friend and such

he's happy to be cared about but i dont really think he extends that feeling in the same way

and he doesnt really understand how much hes cared about?

He knows the concept of care is something thats good and that he should he happy he has but he doesnt really understand it

I think his problem is he has too much love in his heart and he doesnt know what to do about it

Love for humanity is beautiful but its also vague, so as much as it motivates him, its hard to feel like its tangible

Love for a singular person however is much more tangible

And that makes it hurt much more in a way

how can love be so terrible monstrous and powerful and still not be enough

I do like that like People never infantilize him when they try to reason with him like they never bring up him being a kid or whatever they all treat him with respect as an equal even if they dont get him/get frustrated by him

i especially like it cuz none of them are especially older than him

the blade main character unit is 17-25 in ages

if they WERE treating him like a little baby itd be weird

mutsuki cant be ANYTHING nobody allows him to be anything he is not strong he is not very supported he's not an ally he's not anything he gets kidnapped he gets possessed he gets cloned

nobody wants him to be him

even he doesnt want himself to be himself right now

He gets used as an object and concept more than anything

The ace undead itself is turning him into a concept and a trope slowly

see NOW

NOW

shes like

NO MATTER WHAT YOU ARE. AND WHO YOU ARE. ill stand by you

as opposed to before when it was "i miss the old mutsuki"

theres something to be said about how kenzaki struggles envisioning a future

be it near or long term

he only lives in the present in that way

its unexpected but its also not out of left field at all like it makes u reatroactively think abtthe way kenzaki has been this whole time and when u look back at it it makes total sense, u know what i mean?

kenzaki is in that perfect spot of main character where main characters can often be given a like. idk how to word what i mean

theres a strong projection

a projection thats so strong that you kinda forge your own idea of the character until they go against that idea and you realize that you based it on tropes and nothing else

and that all this time hes been thinking about something else and living something differently while everyone around him projected onto him as a hero

i think kenzaki is a good example of a narrative that only shows you whats on screen and something about the way he is makes it very clear that hes on camera and theres a facet to him that would only be shown outside of it. however he exists in a show and doesnt exist when hes off camera so in the end all we see of him is like. its staged. literally but also in the way his character works? he doesnt talk or show how he feels but when it's "revealed" you look back and see that all the warning signs were there but were just overtaken by the narrative being built aroudn him -

like i said before i think kenzaki felt happy about being cared about because thats a concept thats alien to him and hes been taught that its a good thing that he should cherish. however thats not a feeling thats internalized and i dont think he Actually feels cared about or understands what that care means or how hes supposed to reciprocate it

he literally has not been cared about for over a decade before this

and theres things to be said about the people he lost being family and how he feels distant from anyone outside of that (further solidifying the evidence how intensely he feels about hajime

did you notice in the last 10 episodes other people had to come along and be empathetic in kenzakis place?

when mutsuki is brought down from the chains its tachibana who tells him she understands

kenzaki doesnt say ANYTHING!!

hes obviously unhappy. and its not a good situation. but every single time this happens someone else is doing the empathizing and kenzaki is unhappy but silent. and its hard to notice unless you look for it . but its there

"i believe in how much hirose loves her dad" is so roundabout its like

How did he get away with this

where most people would hear "the joker must be stopped before it becomes last" he hears "i must stand opposite the joker to forever keep it at a standstill" which is absolutely not a normal person thing to think

literally every single other person around kenzaki was set on either hajime Not being the joker (impossible) or sealing him

they even acknowledged kenzaki being able to become the joker but it was a bad thing and to be avoided

and i wont deny its horrible. his literal humanity was torn out and replaced. but.

and this is a BIG

BUT

this is exactly what hes been chasing after the whole show

regardless of if its good or bad its what he wanted and its one of the first choices hes ever taken fully for himself where he's owned that quote unquote "selfishness" of his

his literal humanity was taken but this is the most human choice he possibly could have made

something i like about blade is that

i dunno its about humanity sure but its like.. sometimes being human isnt all its cracked up to be

but its important to hajime. because of everything that goes with it

and thats important

everyone skirts those lines between humanity and inhumanity. all four of them do

[ap1ratesl1fe]

i was just resting my eyes. (ned + klio)

𝙰𝚅𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈… 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

"Yes, I am sure you were."

The corner of her lips pulled into a smirk as she teased the man. The Historian setting her quill down on her paper she'd been using during their lesson. Of course, she knew how dedicated Ned was to learning. In fact, she could argue that he was the most dedicated out of all her students. He had a much harder time with it and tended to mix up some of his letters. That only seemed to motivate the man even more to succeed at his studies. To learn more. To do and feel better.

She admired the man so much for his dedication. But she supposes even the most dedicated of people deserved to have some rest. Not her, of course. She felt off-balanced whenever she tried to rest. Practically guilty for doing anything except expanding her mind.

Perhaps she was a hypocrite for feeling like such, only to encourage her pupils to take breaks.

"Let's be done for the day, yeah? You've worked hard. You deserve to rest."

[kleopatras-cat]

When I was young I had bone-straight hair.

In my teens i thought they were getting a different texture because I was doing something wrong.

I tried so many things to make it naturally fully straight again but in vain.

My hairstylist mentioned hairstyles for wavy hair at the appointment, and when I replied saying my hair was straight just not the best at the moment, he said " hair texture changes over time for some. You might have had straight hair as a child, but it's growing into a beautiful, light wavy type now. Care for it as such, and it will enhance your features"

As a child school was easy for me, I never had to study particularly hard to be considered bright.

As I got older it started getting harder and harder, to the point where I cried so very often because I recognized so much potential in myself that I could never seem to live up to.

A psychologist later told me I had adhd, and that it came with its own gifts and challenges. That if I learnt healthy ways to accept it and live with it, I could still achieve the things I wanted, without having to tear myself down every time.

From a very long time, I wanted to work in medicine. I was passionate about it, and my friends, family and basically everyone around me was supportive, and genuinely believed I would make an excellent doctor. My best friend's entire family called me 'doc'.

The entrance test in my country for medicine is very very hard and very very competitive. Being in an Asian country, every other kid wants to become a doctor, whether for their own dreams or their family's.

I didn't clear the test the first time. I thought it was because I hadn't worked hard enough, or that I hadn't sacrificed enough.

I took a gap year, worked my ass off, distanced myself from my friend and family, deleted all social media (except tumblr), didn't leave the house for around six months except when I absolutely had to.

I cleared it, but then came the admissions part, where I saw how much it cost. I come from a middle class family, with no rich relatives to go to. My father was prepared to sacrifice his retirement savings for himself and my mother, just to get me into medical school.

I decided to not go for medicine, instead choosing admission into a degree that will help give financial stability at a younger age, and will NOT require my parents to give up their savings for illness and old age.

Life keeps repeating the same patterns, keeps trying to teach you the same lessons until you learn them.

Starting this course is going to be hard, considering that people I know will be my seniors due to the gap year I took.

I'm going to have to tell people not to call me doc anymore, without tearing up.

I'm going in a field which is unfamiliar territory for me (but with trustable mentors)

But hopefully me recognizing this pattern and not attempting to struggle my way through med school is the start of learning how to go beyond this pattern.

Learning how to not be stubborn about the idea of who i am and what makes me Me.

Learning not to hold on to my past self so tightly that I don't allow my present and my future to wave hello.

[musicarenagh]

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[liquidstar]

Old post but I actually have MORE to say about this as it pertains to the pride route. Under the cut though because this post is already far too long for literally answering 1 question. Anyway, here's my reading of it at least

The What:IF premise for Pride:IF is basically "What if Subaru didn't call for help in that ally?" and by extent, making whether or not he defeats Elsa alone a matter of pride. But... There's something about this explanation that I feel is shallow. Not that it's wrong, but that it doesn't capture how this relates to Subaru in arc 1 in the main route.

The What:IF routes (Not counting stuff like School:IF/Mimagau:IF/Butterfly Dream which are basically AUs) all center on the idea of Subaru making a different choice during the key moment of the arc they correlate to. They're basically where his arc reaches it's peak, the point in the story that he learns the lesson they're teaching. Is they "key" moment in arc 1 supposed to be how he handles getting mugged by Ton Chin and Kan? I don't think so... That's not really what the arc is centered on. I think this divergence is a byproduct of the REAL key choice.

This moment (cut for brevity):

Except Pride:IF doesn't posit a scenario where Subaru runs away (This is tackled in Wrath:IF and Sloth:IF though, in two super different ways). I think instead what it's showing us is that Subaru has bonded with these people. Felt, Rom, and Emilia (Who he still calls Satella) are all starting to look like people to him. "People he used to know."

When he's isekai'd he very much expects the hero fantasy, he walks around for the first half of loop 1 waiting for his magic protagonist powers to kick in (in his own words), and even after that doesn't happen he keeps idealizing the world and the people in it. Even after being literally murdered.

In this loop, when he ponders running away, he again falls back on old tropes. Selling an otherworldly item and getting rich, living in luxury, something that'd you'd expect from a wish fulfillment story. It's when he snaps out of this mentality and gets a grip on the situation that he decides "I don't have time for these fucking muggers" and calls for help in the ally, instead of being a protagonist.

I think Pride:IF Subaru still does ultimately make the same choice to save everyone, but he comes to a very different conclusion than main route Subaru. Maybe he doesn't process his feelings as to why he cares the right way, and instead relies on the protagonist persona, as part of his pride. Pridebaru doesn't "wake up" to the fact that he's not The Protagonist (in an in-universe sense, in the actual story he still is, obviously) and still tries to solve everything on his own. Through this, he also reduces other people to tropes yet again (Including himself).

Emilia is his goal, Emilia is placed on the highest pedestal. Emilia is an angel, a savior, Emilia is the Main Girl. Elsa is like an unbeatable video game boss, something he has to resent for, dying over and over again. Losing more and more of his sanity each time, unable to really think clearly about this whole thing anymore and so leaning harder into it.

Reinhard is what shatters this delusion. Because Subaru is not that kind of OP protagonist in any timeline. Reinhard is the real deal. Of course he's envious of him, of course he hates him. But through this envy he's also reduced Reinhard to that OP hero trope.

And because of this, he'll burn down the entire kingdom. He will force the idea of an angel and a savior onto Emilia, he will force his idea of a perfect hero onto Reinhard (so he can tear it down) and he will use any number of people to do it. Elsa, Meili, the archbishops, Ferris, Julius, Otto ("The man who could have been his friend"- there was never really a chance for true friendship here because he was just a means to an end).

Pridebaru uses people as objects. It's not that he didn't grow to care about them at all, in fact he did quite a bit, but they were still tools. Forcing his own will onto others, not above murder and manipulation by any means. The way he treats Ferris especially, saying, "This time, I'll definitely figure out how to keep you from killing yourself" but this isn't coming from a place of love and protection. Ferris is just a tool he wants.

To trample over people's personhoods like that, to make their measure their value only as far as their worth to you... That's Pride. Sin Archbishop of Pride, Natsuki Subaru, is a sinner for this reason.

What do you think of Typhon's version of pride?

Okay so my thoughts on Typhon and pride are the same as my thoughts on the depiction of the deadly sins in Re:Zero in general; In a story about identity and perception (self-recognition through the other), the most vile sin is a transgression on the self (of you or others)

When it comes to Typhon and pride in particular, it seems to be about placing your own perception of another person above all else. As if they could never be anything beyond what you see, because your opinion is always Right and Just.

I joked earlier about Typon being "Light Yagami if he was 12 and a girl," and though that was mostly goofing, Light WOULD absolutely be an example of pride as depicted in Re:Zero. But there are plenty more examples of how this vice could apply to people...

We need to understand a bit of Typhon's character- her father was an executioner who would kill "bad guys," giving her a warped perception of justice and penitence. Her decreeing of other people as "sinners" who deserve punishment, in simple and childlike black and white morality, is something that's coded somewhat religiously. (Which makes sense, with the sin theme in general). Which makes it ironic that she herself is a "sinner."

But that's another way this vice could apply in the real world too. You see it all the time. Whether it's religious people claiming you're a sinner for going against their beliefs, netizens deciding you deserve harassment for a problematic thing you did, authority figures deciding you're the problem child for not following rules, the media finding their newest object of ridicule, people who shun you for breaking a more, etc.

All this stuff is something that places a subjective judgement as a representation as the whole of one's being. And one that vindicates treating them as "sinners" or otherwise social deviants deserving of punishment. It's something that breaks people. It's something that shatters their sense of self. That makes it a sin, as it applies to personhood.

It's simply the pinnacle of Pride, the arrogance to declare your perception of another person's being to be the correct one. To pass judgement on them based on it, and to see yourself as the one fit to carry out this seld-determined justice, to demand their repentance, to destroy their being.

She says it herself, "Sin can only be repaid with pain. Sin will become a wedge that allows no escape."

But those are just my thoughts...

[tim-han-reviews]

Tim Han Success Insider: Life will always be hard, but the pain of regret is harder. Choose the better path. 🔥

There’s an old Japanese proverb that one rarely forgets, "Fall seven times, stand up eight." It's quite simple, really. Yet, it illustrates perhaps one of the most universal truths about life-- it will knock you down, but it's on you to keep standing up again. The fact is, life will always be hard, full of challenges that test your resilience. But remember this crucial piece of wisdom - choosing the path to face these trials is always less painful than living with the pain of regret lingering in your heart.

Take it from me, Tim Han. Except that I didn't always go by that name. As a child growing up in a deprived community, stigmatized and feeling utterly hopeless, I was 'Tiny Tim.' Back then, labels felt like a life sentence. But later on, it was through navigating the road less traveled, wading through difficult waters that I managed to redefine who I was-Determined. Resilient. Success Insider.

Every journey begins with that first crucial step. To turn away from the path that everyone else is trudging along, and carve out a route that is uniquely yours. So, I chose to tread on and on, each step etching a new line in my life’s manuscript. Yes, this path wasn’t paved with roses, nor brilliant accomplishments. But each jagged rock beneath my feet, every blister, every fall was a lesson learned, fortifying my will.

Sounds painfully hard, doesn’t it? It indeed was. But what's more difficult to bear is the rooting pain of regret. The sting of 'what ifs,' the lament of dreams unfulfilled, the agony of ambitions set aside - that's the real tormentor. Imagine meeting an older version of yourself and realizing you are unrecognizable because you never dared to risk, to strive, to fight for your dreams.

Perhaps you have stumbled upon this post today because somewhere deep down, you recognize that echo of possibility. A spark that reminds you that you were meant for more than just existing, but truly living. You were not meant to be just another face in the crowd, but to step forth, rise, and carve out your unique path.

Life is not a mathematical equation, pre-formulated and unsolvable. It's more of an artwork in progress. And you, my friend, are the artist. It means walking that path of resistance, raw and painful like a boisterous storm. Witnessing that storm churn not only your skies but reshape the very landscape of your being. Becoming a beacon that lights the way for others to see and follow.

We often create our own prisons, ironically, in the name of safety, comfort, and fear of uncertainty. A life lived in fear, self-doubt or servitude to other’s expectations, is not a life fully lived. Instead of being another brick in the wall, wouldn't you rather be the one who breaks it down?

You see, I'm just another ordinary individual, perhaps much like you. But one thing sets me and other successful people apart - the choice to turn away from the norm, daring to embrace the pain, and using that as fuel to push beyond the unseen horizon. And I can tell you this for certain, the LMA course was born out of that same fiery forge of trials and tribulations.

And so, it's your turn to ask yourself, right here, right now. What path will you choose? Will you opt for the path that's merely comfortable and easy, or will you confront the discomforts, the challenges, the tears and the sweat, and grow from them?

Remember, the flames can either burn you or forge you. Will you continue to douse your dreams or fan them instead? Will you settle for the mundane or seek out the extraordinary? The choice is yours to make because the better path always awaits those who dare to tread. Keep your heart alight with the courage to pursue that better path. Allow it to illuminate the way, to guide you towards living life extraordinarily, sans any regrets.

As Scott Fitzgerald once said, "For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again." So, dare to choose the better path, let go of regrets and embrace the glorious uncertainty of life.

[masala-and-thunderstorms]

I’ve been panicking since I posted the thing about the ex-friend, because what if she interpreted it as an attack and what if she told everyone I had attacked her and what if I was in fact just being terrible and manipulative without realizing it.

But in rereading old emails to see if I was just erasing the ways I’d been abusive the way abusive people often do, what I found was several different instances of her frantically apologizing and calling herself a piece of shit and begging me not to stop confiding in her, and me reassuring her? Which is... genuinely startling, because her main claim to abuse was that I hurled vicious insults at her every time she made a mistake / accidentally hurt me and therefore created an atmosphere of terror.

And like... I kept claiming I wasn’t angry and I understood why she’d done whatever had upset me, and I assume that I was lying since I did in fact blow up eventually. It’s really shitty and disorienting when someone is mad at you and tells you they aren’t mad. It does in fact sound like an atmosphere of terror. Especially when my eventual anger was about something I’d already repeatedly reassured her I wasn’t angry about.

Also, the thing where my reaction when people feel bad about hurting me is to fall over myself reassuring them that I’m not mad and they’re still wonderful and they still love them, is... a problem, both because it encourages people to hurt me in the same way again and again, and because telling myself I’m not angry doesn’t actually make the anger go away; it just makes it that much more surprising and hurtful when it comes up. (The part of me that isn’t constantly looking to make things my fault says that I did ask her every time to please stop doing whatever thing I was reassuring her didn’t make her a shitty person, and says that someone willing to repeatedly hurt you no matter how many times you ask them to stop as long as you forgive them is someone who is comfortable hurting you and just uncomfortable with consequences. But that’s just one more reason I should be clearer when something isn’t okay, because it weeds out people like that.)

Which... is weird because I always thought the takeaway from this relationship was that I was too easily hurt / angered and should be more forgiving, and turns out the takeaway was always “be honest with people the first time you’re mad at them instead of the twenty-first.”

[bluepeachstudios]

You said in answer to a previous ask that Ghost gives the boys lessons - what are each boy’s favourite subjects, and what’s Ghost’s favourite subject to teach?

Well Ghost's favorite subject is obviously science. LOVES it. Physics specifically, but he doesn't get to go very deep into that except with Donnie and Leo. YES LEO HAS TO TAKE PHYSICS LESSONS BECAUSE HE OPENS SPACIAL PORTALS, OF COURSE HE HAS TO TAKE PHYSICS LESSONS.

Donnie's favorite is biology, especially when it comes to plants. He loves engineering and science in general but PLANTS. They're so cool. Donnie honestly just loves learning whatever Ghost teaches. Ghost even has him help teach his brothers, because teaching Donnie how to teach them is a lot harder for Donnie than say, learning physics alongside them. Ghost's always been good at explaining things in layman's terms, so Donnie's trying to learn from that.

Raph likes ✨HISTORY✨ he likes to hear stories and history is just a bunch of stories. He learns what he can and retains it and tries to use stories of leaders to learn how to be a better protector for his brothers, and a better hero. He likes learning about the world, too, and how many different people are in it, and how other cultures do things differently than what they're used to in America.

Mikey likes chemistry! It's fun for him. He likes seeing how things interact with each other. Ghost teaches a lot through actually physically doing stuff so Mikey's like "YEAHHH DRY ICE DRY ICE DRY ICE" and dumps it in a bucket of water to play around in the fog. He likes dancing in it. Mikey also just likes mixing things to see what they do, especially chemicals that react to make different colors. Ghost's Mikey is actually very good at chemistry.

Leo. Leo hates math. Leo's very good at math. Ghost is actually stunned at how good at math Leo is. He can do most equations just. In his head? But he hates doing math. He thinks it's incredibly boring. He's much more interested in literature. Ghost teaches a lot differently than public schools in America do, obviously, but he considers comics literature! Deep plots can happen in comics, and Ghost knows the boys all LOVE comics, so he'll teach them a comic first, how to break down the themes and plots and storylines and what it means, basically reading comprehension, and then he'll give them an actual book with similar themes. It makes the books interesting because the boys are excited to make the connections, and Leo ESPECIALLY loves trying to guess how books will end early.

Ghost's boys would be considered more knowledgeable than the canon Rise boys, mostly because Ghost insists on them knowing these things.

They are all unreasonably devastated over the loss of the Library of Alexandria. They get this from Ghost, who is even more unreasonably devastated about it. He went on a whole hour-long rant about it and the boys were absolutely FASCINATED because they'd never seen him so animated before so they hung on every word. Now they, too, can go on hour-long rants about the burning of the Library of Alexandria.