#Cornering stability

[goodoldbandit]

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[jaredthebc2]

God just the fact N doesn’t heal from his trauma in a linear way and if anything is self destructive in the way he handles it especially in BW2 staying in the room that is basically the physical representation of his trauma (AND technically repeating his trauma just self inflicted instead of from an abusive father) makes me insane.

Like normally kids media would traumatize a character and then after like one or two events go “They’re doing much better now and making strives in recovery!” And just depict it as either a non issue now that it’s been “addressed” or at most show them going to therapy or something. But no Pokémon has the balls to go “Yeah you’re not mentally recovering from this stuff that easily, if anything you seek comfort from the things that hurt you and you very much will inflict that pain on yourself again for the sake of stability and normalization”

Like him staying in his room indefinitely in BW2 is most likely just a mechanic so you can rematch him and talk to him and obviously the story isn’t endless so at some point he has to run out of things to do (Kinda like how Cheren in BW1 is in that cave indefinitely after the story) but the fact he says he’s in the castle to wait for the protagonist, SPECIFICALLY HIS ROOM. Like damn Pokémon you really have the balls to make N basically inflict mental self harm on himself like that it really is just an emotional gut punch

[frosting-surfeit]

Okay but zim and dib would NEVER go to prom willingly

The poor things would probably be forced to attend by their school tho wouldn't they

[buddiequeerbait]

the simple answer is that it's never gonna feel like buck got off the hamster wheel of uncertainty until he's with eddie, and it's never gonna feel like eddie can stop tucking pieces of himself into neat little boxes and hiding them away until he's with buck.

[stressedjester]

See this is what I meant about him riding with Bats all the time. And that hand placement?? 👀

[the-blossica-fan]

I had another cursed idea, but also hi! ^-^

Evil Syndrome... but it effects Kakania and Isolde 😮

Hi there Comrade Ryuusei!! Answered late because well, Saturday classes but I'm here!

We are in deep trouble 😊

Well not so much, actually. Evil Isolde (opposite) is actually a pretty sane individual, not into arts more into robotics and mathematics. She's creepy sane because you're so used to her gloomy and obviously unstable aura that you get whiplash from seeing her stable and happy.

As for Kakania, however...

Let's say she's like Isolde if not worse. Kakania is a pretty sane individual but has some issues (parrot ahh girl), now Evil Kakania is a deeply quiet unsettling girl that's evil. She's low-key malicious.

Their relationship would be like "I want you, I need you. You are everything to me." "...I just asked you to pass me my handkerchief."

Kakania would probably have a deep obsession with Isolde (She has a normal relationship with people, opposite would either be obsession or indifference. I'm putting obsession for Isolde and indifference for everyone else)

They're literally opposites of each other in any way. They have almost the same relationship but Isolde is the mentally sane one (and doesn't try to fix Kakania) while Kakania is the mentally unstable dependent one.

The problem would be if normal Isolde met Evil Kakania.

You DON'T want that to happen.

[dontlookup0-0]

that’s the thing when you’ve never had stability you’ll carry around an anchor, just to drop it anywhere that looks remotely similar to how you imagined

however, when it’s ultimately time to go.. good luck trying to pull up an anchor.

what I’m trying to say is, I never know when I’ve over stayed my welcome.

[heymacy]

joy list? joy list ✨

i was tagged by my sweet sweet friends @howlinchickhowl, @energievie, @creepkinginc, & @gardenerian to share some things that have been bringing me joy 💛

turning 30 🎉

celebrations! birthdays! anniversaries! reunions!

the very occasional fruity little cocktail 🍸

walking around the city

laying in the grass

seeing Van Gogh's paintings (and the brushstrokes) with my own two eyes 🎨

diet coke 🫣

when my least affectionate kitty snuggles up with me unprompted

mail from the pals 💌

rainy days 🌧

sharing secrets

thrift stores

jalapeño aioli

4x08 🌈

the salted caramel + pistachio candle from trader joe's

writing! sharing my words! getting feedback! writing more! ✏️

tag game tuesday

opening myself up 📸

new beginnings

all of you 🥰

i'm tagging @iansfreckles, @nicksobotka, @heymrspatel, @metalheadmickey, @whatwouldmickeydo, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @gallawitchxx, @squidyyy23, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @7x10mickey, @deedala, @michellemisfit, @harrowhark-a-vagrant, @thepupperino, @thisdivorce, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @crossmydna, @rereadanon, @vintagelacerosette, @mishervellous, @callivich, @y0itsbri, @palepinkgoat, @purplemagpie, @grumble-fish, @tectonicduck, @xninetiestrendx, @arrowflier, @too-schoolforcool, @tanktopgallavich, @ardent-fox, @mickmilks, @suzy-queued, @auds-and-evens, & @captainjowl 💫

[screamingay]

bad dream still haunting me :((

[victorluvsalice]

Welcome back to the Chill Valicer Save, where we have just hit Fall Thursday, aka Harvestfest! How did that go for our intrepid trio and their new robot housemate? Well –

-->Picked up where I left off at the end of the last update, with Victor just having upgraded the sink in the blue-and-white second-floor bathroom; Alice reading a werewolf book; Smiler playing chess; and Marm recharging outside by the tree in the back. I had Alice, Marm, and Smiler continue doing what they were doing (which, in Alice’s case, included petting Shadow before getting back to her book...standing up for some reason) and had Victor use the toilet before making it self-cleaning. Surprise the cat wandered in while he was doing that, so I had him say hi, give her some pets, and play with her with a laser pointer to help get their friendship up. I then went back to see how Alice was doing –

Only to catch her about to just eat some prepped seafood straight out of the container. At one of the fancy place settings on the table no less. *facepalm* I went “girl, put that back in your inventory and use it to make REAL FOOD” and thus had her make a fried fish plate instead. Because that’s exactly the kind of thing you want to make at like 2 AM in your underwear. XD On the other hand, the dish came out looking AMAZING (and I say this as someone who openly Does Not Like fish), so perhaps it IS the kind of thing you want to make at 2 AM! Probably not in your underwear, though. Flying grease and all.

-->While that was going on, a thunderstorm rocked up outside – I was promptly like, “Shit, Marm!” and directed him to get inside before his durability went down too much. Fortunately he made it into the house before there was any major trouble – and I was able to confirm that yes, it’s the scared emotion that causes that weird blank face plate on him. Guessing the eyes for that emotion were never rendered correctly on a Servo’s model (even though it appears on his portrait…). Anyway, I had him go play chess with Smiler, as he wanted to get Logic 3 for his Renaissance Sim aspiration, then checked in on Victor. He was done with the cats, so I had him come downstairs to give the washing machine the “Whisper Quiet” upgrade before directing Alice to get into her “Sim Sessions” outfit with the Delicate mood-improving bracelet –

Just in time to be like “are you trying to shower in the rain AGAIN?! No!” Fortunately she only got as far as just outside the back door before the action canceled out and she changed clothes like I asked. Even better, her stopping there made me see that a trash plant had somehow sprouted on the back porch! O.o Like, what the hell? I didn’t even realize any trash had been left out there – certainly not for that long! I had Alice uproot the darn thing and throw it away, then – after looking at her wants and seeing she wanted to finish reading a book – bought a couple more werewolf books for her to peruse, telling her to try out “Fanged Friends Forever.” She did so –

And for some reason took it out onto the front porch to read. O.o Like, okay, Marm had just gone into the living room to watch sports after losing his chess match to Smiler, but surely she could have found a better place to read a werewolf story than on the porch in a thunderstorm?? Then again, she is Erratic, and they have no fear of storms, so… *shrug* She successfully finished the book, so that’s all I care about! Now I just have to have her reread it so she can finally unlock that “secret werewolf writings” ability…

-->Anyway – with Alice thus occupied, I had chess champion Smiler go and give the fridge in the kitchen the “Freshmaker” upgrade while Victor finished up the washing machine upgrades and petted Shock, then had them move onto giving the oven a “Self Cleaning” upgrade while Victor grabbed some leftover chili for breakfast (he was GOING to have ice cream, but I was like “come on, have a proper meal for breakfast for once”). Once Victor was full, I had him get dressed and head out to the greenhouse to see what plants needed tending, while I checked on the animals to see if any of them desperately needed anything. Fortunately, they did not, so I didn’t have to send anybody out in the storm! I instead had Marm resume his chess playing; sent Alice to her and Victor’s bedroom to start a new Playful book (called “Nicer Stories of Wonderland,” because she does have a few); and sent Smiler down to the basement to make another bottle of potato nectar. I then went to check back in on Victor –

And saw, to my surprise, that no plants needed tending! O.O Well, that’s rare. I decided to have Victor fertilize the lettuce and pumpkin in his oversized crops with some vitality fertilizer, then evolved a bunch of plants that were ready to advance to the next level of quality. I then had him bond with his enraged bees to calm them down, and grab a swarm to help pollinate the orchard trees at the back of the greenhouse. Which, uh, took a moment because I kept getting distracted checking in on everyone else. XD But he did do it eventually, and got the entire barn super-sold for a tidy profit. :) We love to see it!

-->As for everybody else – Alice kept plugging away on her book; Marm got Logic 2 from all his chess-playing, which was nice; and Smiler finished up their nectar without incident! Though while they were getting that sorted, I decided to check on the status of their canning machine, since I was curious to see if having to update the mod for the latest patches had wiped the inventory from it. It had not, fortunately –

But I’m glad I checked anyway, because the damn thing had a ton of milk in it, most of which was spoiled, and a decent amount about ready to go off. I quickly cleared out all the spoiled milks (by which I mean sold ‘em for $15 a pop because the game let me do that when I dragged them into Smiler’s inventory), then had Smiler make a box of cheese with most of what remained. They stuck the cheese in their inventory (which – shit, I don’t remember if I put it in the fridge or not), then flew over to the study to fix up Marm, whose durability was looking a little iffy, poor guy. Happily Smiler quickly got him fixed up, and he settled in to recharge his flagging battery –

[sharpsuite]

♢  — WHAT IS YOUR TRUE ROLE IN THE STORY?

the one at the crossroads.

questioning yourself again? well it's a hard choice is it not. you always decide you've made your mind but you seem to nevertheless return to this state of uncertainty. are you good or evil? dark or light alas? alas, I am not fit for such details in morality. In my slightly skewed sight of it, neither truly exist. they are but a mindset, but mindset or not, they still give you quite the anxieties hm? you are one who has lived in fear, your heart is hidden, and you don't know who to trust. you doubt you can even trust yourself. the caustic words of poisonous people have corroded into your skull. "you are evil. you are a monster. you are bad." well that is indeed a bunch of poppycock, mind my language, for the only one who may decide that is you. my dear, you are torn between never allowing others to hurt the ways you hurt, and from running away from all who might harm you with gnashing teeth. you are a cornered animal who has been kicked by the ones it trusted. you do not know whether to trust again, for your mind is screaming, don't. but if I may, you can be both. it is not the question of whether you are good or evil, it is the question, what do I deserve and how might I reach that? you do not deserve pain, correct? so never chase that, instead kindly decline and flee from those like your past assailants, but trust the ones who you know are good. sometimes you will find people to be a messy combination of both pain and love, but so are you and I. my advice is to simply be kind, but be willing to question. always question, always wonder. do not give away your heart on a silver platter my dear, it is worth far more than the sun himself, but don't fail to allow healing. you deserve good things in life. so as you stand between two roads, walk between the third you just now have noticed. life seems to be made of entirely preposterous choices, but if you look close enough, you'll reveal the right ones that are normally hidden from sight. breathe my dear, things will be well. trust yourself, and carve your own path.

the supporter

oh gentle comrade, you know what it takes to make others shine. you live your life assisting others to reach their goals, but many say you are lackluster and unnecessary. but alas, do we need the stars any less for their dim light helps the moon glow brighter! you are warm inside and out, perhaps made of sunshine one might ask? but I can see you are as weary and worn as the hero you so desperately cling to. your purpose is to serve? Is it not? it's those moments of undying loyalty that make your bones ring true with honor. "I am right beside you," you whisper, for unlike the ones who lie through their teeth you will be with your ally through joy, through heart ache, through death it is a difficult thing to gain your trust back if one has shattered it though, you are forgiving yes? you give many chances, but alas, one can only look away from a wrong doing so long. you can't exactly turn your other cheek as one wrings a blade through your middle. you are made of a steadfast heartbeat and a tired, knowing smile. you bring solace to the aching, and comfort to the wronged. but what happens when your protagonist loses? what happens when your valiant heroes fail you? will you pick up a sword and vanquish their enemy or will you wait patiently for yet another savior to appear and save the day? one must live long enough to see their heroes die. but are you brave enough to take their place? the only strings that bind you to your oaths of subservience are your own doubts. "am I good enough?" they whisper in your ears. you answer that yourself love. for the only difference between the paladin and the stable boy are mettle. it is not the question of can you be a hero. it is simply, will you be?

tagged by: found it myself :) tagging: @cartelheir ; @wellfell ; @xinxiins ; @saburaito ; @irrwicht ; @samuhelll ; whoever else wants to !!

[ailelie]

The problem, Elia reflected between tight and gasping breaths, was that she never took enough time for herself. She just kept saying “yes” to people when she really ought to be saying “no.” It was that damned empathy of hers. Her father always said it was her curse. Elia could take one look in someone's pleading face and find herself agreeing to grade papers over her birthday, run a three-hour errand, babysit overnight, or — to give the most recent example — agree to steal a priceless amulet from the bedroom of Lord Cathryn during his inaugural ball.

The theft, of course, had happened without a hitch. The problem — and reason she was now fleeing for her life — had come after. The amulet, one she had been assured was merely a mundane family keepsake stolen during the Meruvian War, contained an elemental. She had not prepared for a thrice-cursed storm elemental.

Elia leapt over the low wall marking the furthest edge of Lord Cathryn’s estate. Here, old forest grew over and around the wall transforming it from a sign of the Cathryn family’s prowess to a harbinger of their hubristic demise. A demise now most assuredly come given the wreckage behind her. Crouched against the mossy stone and hidden in the shadows of ancient trees, Elia attempted to breathe. The effort was rather more bothersome than she would have liked. Her quiet life in the academy had made her soft.

Beyond the wall, a storm howled. The elemental made no distinction among people. As the holder of the amulet, she was as culpable as those who had imprisoned and used it. Explanations and reason did not matter. Elia pressed her forehead against the cool stone wall as her mind raced. She could neither run nor hide forever. The elemental would catch her. And, when it did, the crater it had made of Cathryn Hall would seem a mercy.

She had only one move to make. Gods help her; she almost preferred death.

Elia bit the edge of her thumb until it bled. She’d bought every protection spell she could find to ensure she never bled. Even her monthlies were only a memory. No blade nor stone nor living nor nonliving thing could harm her. Except herself.

A scarlet bead bubbled at the base of her nail. The tiny drop both saved and damned her.

Her betrothed was coming.

The betrothal then, much like her actions now, had been an act of desperation. Back then it had been the rather tricky matter of a long-lost pearl, a grief-mad mage, a demonic sea-lord, and a blood fae. Between the mage intent on using her to resurrect his lost love and a sea-lord claiming her as his pet to deny the mage his reunion, an alliance with the blood fae had seemed the best escape. She gave him the pearl; he gave her a door out of there.

He had not, however, explained that she could only use his portal if his magic recognized her as bound to him. At that exact moment, with the portal open and waiting, the mage had finished his working. Elia's life began evaporating from her skin.

“I gave you the pearl!” she’d yelled.

“And I gave you a door.” He'd marked it with a bow. “Now what will you give me to walk through it?”

The sea-lord had then flooded the room, cutting off the working, but filling her lungs. She'd coughed up saltwater and gasped, “Anything.” Details hadn’t mattered. Only living had.

The blood fae bit her and they'd both fallen through the door.

Only later did she realize his manipulations. The fae was no mere bloodling, but rather was Daaven Eranyvetri, the heir of the Crosswise Court. He could have ended the conflict with the mage and sea-lord with a snap of his fingers. Instead, he’d chosen to entrap her. She still didn't know why.

Their door had opened into the open court room of his family’s holdings. There among the tittering courtiers, he’d dragged her — hand still bleeding — to his mother’s throne and declared her his betrothed.

In retrospect, she should have allied with the sea-lord.

"Dearest," Daaven said, appearing eye-level before her. He combed his long fingers through her falling-down hair, "you've been hiding from me."

She shuddered. "Can you stop the elemental?"

Daaven stood and stretched. The fine silks of his coat wafted warm incense as he moved. She hated how well it settled her rabbiting heart. Three months she'd lived in his court before she'd found a way to escape. During that time, she'd never named them betrothed, had never accepted his gifts, and had never granted him her kiss. That had been why she could escape as she did.

With a sketch of his hand, the howling winds quieted and the pelting rain slowed. The storm was not gone; he'd simply enclosed the two of them within a bubble of time.

"One minute," he announced. "Why should I not simply leave once those seconds pass?"

She glared up at him, hating the smug line of his lips and flat light of his emerald eyes. "I'm your betrothed."

His eyes widened, and he swallowed. "Are you? Wives-to-be don't typically run away and hide for five years."

Her nails bit into her palms. "You tricked me."

"And yet you're calling on that trick now." He knelt so that they were eye-level. Urgency limned his every word. "Fifteen seconds. You know the rules. Say it again and seal it with a kiss." He drew a dagger and nicked his lower lip: a gift of blood and all the protection and promises that represented.

She stared at him and the bead of blood welling on his lips. If she kissed him, if she accepted his gift, she could never run again.

"Seven seconds."

Lightning cracked overhead, stretching line by line like a claw toward her. Death was waiting. Fine. If she had no choice, she could at least even the scales.

Elia smeared blood from her thumb onto her lips and surged to meet his. A gift for a gift. When she pulled back, she had no time to ponder the strange relief in his gaze. "I am your betrothed."

"And I am yours," he responded, pulling her into another kiss, accepting the gift, granting the kiss, binding himself to her as tightly as she was now bound to him. That meant something; she didn't know what yet. The bubble of time popped. A deafening roll of thunder cut to silence.

"My Elia," he murmured, smearing their blood with his thumb over her lips and corner of her mouth. "We have so much to discuss." He wrapped his other arm around her, tugging her flush against his chest. Her nose pressed into his collar and that cursedly calming resin-honey-woodsmoke scent of his.

Light flashed. And they were gone.

[yeonban]

❛ Huh. ❜ A sensible thought seems to have suddenly struck Tobias, for the first time in his goddamn life. Perhaps that is why he's abruptly stopped talking about the already forgotten previous topic, opting to instead turn to the one next to him and inquire out of nowhere. ❛ Say, do you think someone should stop flirting with others when they're in a talking stage, or after they've made a relationship official? ❜ Clearly... none of this has ever crossed his mind before.

[ramblingmenace]

I made another run because I miss playing a druid :) I don't know if I'll play on this one too, too much since Roslyn just got to act 3, but meet Peregrine :>

she's a circle of the moon druid! a few years before getting abducted, she lost the grove she grew up in to a fire set by a group of people who had it out for the archdruid. most of the grove survived and were able to move to a safer spot, but they needed a new archdruid, and Peregrine couldn't stay. it was too much for her, so she started adventuring on her own and then got captured and put on the nautaloid. she's your stereotypical druid - very down to earth, close to animals, tries to befriend any animal she sees, maybe a bit too forgiving and welcoming to people. she has it in her mind that she should've died alongside the druids, so she puts everybody before herself.

I'm not entirely sure who she's romancing yet, but I think it might be Gale. she is Very touchy. in my mind, tieflings are very sensitive creatures, a bit like cats. so she is very touch-oriented. she loves to wrap her tail around people, and she loves to hug people. she does also purr. I like to think all tiefs purr. the gold on her horns are vines, by the way. I don't have any appearance mods yet, but just imagine they're vines :) and the tip of her tail is a bit leafy / feathery :)

Peregrine is also very protective. once we start finding out the companions backgrounds, she's going to make sure no one will touch them again. she's a very devoted person, once she befriends someone, she'll do everything in her power to see they suffer no harm.

[beeapocalypse]

think the reason why hyde falls so hard into sunlight abuse after a lifetime of straightlacing it (watching his fathers alcoholism worsen over his childhood REALLY fucked with him) while smuggling all manners of shit (red honey, solacefruit, etc etc) is bc avoiding exposure was straight up impossible. he HAS to stand out in aestivals sun in order to catch some rays in mirrorcatch boxes theres no way to avoid it and all it took was a single foot in the door for him to spiral