#One of the most interesting things I noticed studying the game and the appearences of Wesker throughout is that when it comes to him

[crimescrimson]

Albert Wesker in Resident Evil Remastered (2002)

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Ghosted

Male Jock Yandere Ghost x Gender Neutral Nerd Ghost Reader

CW: Reader death, ghosts, spirit world, manipulative yandere, stalking, general yandere behavior, consensual sex

Word Count: 801

(Trying to get back into the habit of writing, this is the result, hope you like it! I consider a demented ghost as still being a monster and therefore still teratophilia.)

You had died in college. One moment, you were being your nerdy self, rummaging through your binder, and the next, you were on the ground. You didn't really remember much, all very fuzzy. Was it a stroke? A brain aneurysm? You had no idea.

Once you were brain dead, though, you stepped from your body and appeared on the ghostly plane. A fog filled realm that somewhat mirrored the world of the living. Though spirits could make alterations, there were spaces untouched by the activities of the still living. 

There were a lot of ghosts. Many of them wandered aimlessly or were stuck in a loop of denial, acting out behaviors as if they were still alive. Others lashed aggressively, unable to regain their grip on their sanity. 

You mostly kept to yourself. Like Jonesy taught you. He was a former jock about your age when he died in the late 80s. He still wore his letterman jacket. You weren't limited to the clothes you died in, but you figured it was a symbol of how he was still attached to his old life.

Jonesy had taught you a lot of things. He had pretty much been your mentor since you had died. He was there waiting when you passed. He said he had sensed someone might die as he was wandering the halls of the college, where he had also died years ago. 

Jonesy said he was stuck in a loop. Being alone had made him lose his mental stability. But when he sensed you were about to die, it snapped him out of it. He said you saved him, so he wanted to get to know you and help you navigate the land of the dead. 

Plus, being together would help prevent the two of you from getting mentally frail. 

It was a bit of a paradox. Jonesy taught you to avoid most spirits, but communication and relationships were essential to staying sane. 

"You just have to know the right types to befriend. Many of the people here have a darkness in them and can drag you down if you're not careful."

He also told you the other secret to remaining stable. 

"You have to keep busy, do stuff. Don't get too bored."

There was a surprising amount you could do as a ghost. You could go to stores and yoink whatever you wanted, eat whatever you wanted, play video games, there was even a ghost version of the internet! 

Getting infinite free popcorn at the movies was your favorite thing. Jonesy always did that lame pretend yawn thing that ended with his arm wrapped around you. It was nice, though. Made you feel safe. You had been touch starved in life.

The transition to him being your boyfriend was so seemless and natural that you barely noticed that it had happened. You had never stopped any of his advances. Cuddling you, holding you, and smooching your cheek.

You didn't even question it when chaste kisses led to him kissing you hungrily before carefully taking off your clothing, like he was removing the wrapping from something delicate. 

Soon you found yourself laying ass up on his bed with him pounding into you, drinking in all your lusty moans and unabashed calling of his name.

He gripped your hips firmly as he came deeply into you; the pleasure made you see stars. His girthy cock stretched you wonderfully. You felt so lucky and special that this jock spirit had taken an interest in you, a lowly nerd.

Jonesy felt lucky too. He hadn't been in a loop. For a year before your death, he had been haunting you, It was difficult to peek into the living world, but once he found you, he was addicted. 

He loved watching you read books, study, and watch anime. He especially loved watching you shower, fervently jerking hinself off as he did so. 

It wasn't enough though. He needed to have you with him! You had been so perfect for him. You were kindred souls in a way. You were always alone and starved for attention. You'd fall for his affections easily, and you wouldn't just crossover beyond the purgatory the two of you were now in, you were too depressed for that.

Influencing people who were still alive was nearly impossible, but decades of being alone had made Jonesy angry and bitter. He used those emotions as fuel and tried many times to trip you down the stairs or get you to stroll into traffic absentmindedly. Finally, the jock was successful in busting something in your head.

At long last, you were with him. As he held you tightly, after making love several more times, he knew he'd be able to keep you there forever and he'd never have to be alone again. 

[seoulzie]

10 things i love about you

WHEREIN: yeonjun is used to having girls swoon over him daily. however, he's set his sights on you, the one person who seems completely uninterested in his charms.

彡 paring: jock!yeonjun x reader 彡 genre: fluff 彡 warnings: none! :)

₊˚🏒 read the whole collection here!

yeonjun was the undisputed king of the campus. with his smile, athletic prowess, and a legion of admirers, he was used to getting what he wanted. however, the one thing he wanted most was the one thing he couldn't seem to have—you.

it all started when he noticed you in the library, quietly reading a book while the world buzzed around you. unlike the other girls who sought his attention, you seemed completely uninterested in him. this intrigued him more than anything.

one afternoon, as he and his friends lounged in the cafeteria, they teased him about his latest crush. "i bet you can't even get her to look at you," one of them jeered. never one to back down from a challenge, yeonjun grinned. "watch me," he declared confidently.

determined to make a connection, yeonjun approached you. you were sitting under a tree, engrossed in a novel, completely oblivious to the commotion around you. gathering his confidence, he strode over and cleared his throat.

"hey there," he began, flashing his signature smile. "whatcha reading?"

you glanced up briefly, your expression unreadable. "a book," you replied curtly before returning your attention to the pages.

yeonjun blinked, slightly taken aback by your indifference. he wasn't used to being brushed off so easily. "mind if i sit?" he asked, undeterred.

you shrugged, not bothering to look up. "it's a free country."

he sat down, trying to think of a way to engage you. "so, do you come here often?" he ventured, inwardly cringing at how cliché it sounded.

you finally looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "is that your best line?" you asked dryly.

yeonjun chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "okay, that was pretty lame. let me try again. i'm yeonjun, by the way."

"yeah, i know who you are," you said, turning back to your book. "everyone does."

there was a long pause as yeonjun searched for something, anything, to keep the conversation going. "what's your name?" he asked, hoping to at least learn something about you.

you sighed, clearly exasperated. "look, yeonjun, i'm sure you're a nice guy, but i'm really not interested in whatever game you're playing."

"it's not a game," he insisted, leaning forward earnestly. "i just... i want to get to know you."

"why?" you asked, your eyes meeting his with a challenge.

"because you're pretty," he said smugly. 

for a moment, something flickered in your eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "thanks for the compliment, but i prefer to be alone," you said, closing your book and standing up. "see you around, yeonjun."

as you walked away, yeonjun watched, feeling a mix of frustration and admiration. you were proving to be a tougher nut to crack than he had anticipated, but he wasn't giving up that easily.

"challenge accepted," he muttered to himself, a determined smile playing on his lips.

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the next day, he "accidentally" bumped into you in the hallway, flashing his signature charming smile as he helped you pick up your books. you thanked him politely but remained aloof, much to his frustration. he decided to up his game.

in an attempt to spend more time with you, yeonjun convinced a mutual friend to invite you to a study group. 

during the session, yeonjun tried to impress you with his knowledge and wit. he explained a complex theory, using grand gestures and confident tones.

"...and that's why the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell," he concluded, flashing a triumphant smile.

you raised an eyebrow. "actually, that's a bit of an oversimplification. the mitochondria do produce energy, but they also have roles in signaling, and cellular differentiation among other things."

yeonjun blinked, surprised. "oh, uh, right. of course."

"you should really read up more on cellular biology," you added with a hint of a smirk. "it's quite fascinating."

he chuckled, genuinely amused and impressed by your knowledge. "you got me there. i'll make sure to do that."

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one afternoon, you sat together on the quad, books spread out around you. yeonjun was explaining a concept from your history class, but you were only half-listening, distracted by the way his eyes lit up when he spoke.

"you know, you're pretty good at this," you said, interrupting him.

he looked at you, slightly taken aback. "at what?"

"at making things interesting," you replied. "history's never been my favorite subject, but you make it sound... exciting."

yeonjun laughed, a warm, genuine sound. "well, that's a first. most people think i'm just good for sports and parties."

you shook your head, smiling. "you're a lot more than that, yeonjun. i'm glad i got to know you."

he grinned, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "i'm glad i got to know you too. you're... different from anyone i've ever met."

there was a comfortable silence between you, filled with unspoken thoughts and feelings. you realized that you were starting to see yeonjun in a new light. he wasn't just a pretty boy jock; he was someone you genuinely cared about.

but why did you want something more? why did your heart race when he looked at you? why did you feel a pang of longing when he wasn't around?

you pushed the thoughts aside, reminding yourself that you were just friends. yet, deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that you wanted something more, something deeper.

as you looked into yeonjun's eyes, you wondered if he felt the same way.

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a few days later, you were walking through the halls, your mind drifting to thoughts of yeonjun and your recent interactions. you were starting to enjoy his company more and more, and the line between friendship and something more was beginning to blur.

as you turned a corner, you overheard yeonjun and his friends talking. they hadn't noticed you yet, so you paused, curiosity getting the better of you.

"damn, i didn't know you could actually get her to talk to you," one of his friends said, clapping yeonjun on the back.

"yeah, i thought she was a lost cause," another chimed in, laughing.

yeonjun shrugged, a small smile on his lips. "she's different, you know? it just took a bit of effort."

"so, what now?" a third friend asked. "you gonna keep trying or is this just for fun?"

your heart sank at their words. were you just a bet to him? just another challenge for the campus heartthrob to conquer? the thought stung, and you felt a wave of hurt and anger wash over you.

you turned on your heel and walked away quickly, not wanting to hear any more. as you rounded the next corner, tears pricked at your eyes. you had started to trust yeonjun, to let him in, and now it felt like it had all been a lie.

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yeonjun noticed immediately that you had become distant. your texts became curt, and you avoided him in the hallways. confused and worried, he decided to confront you after school.

he found you sitting under the tree where you usually read, your expression closed off. "hey," he said softly, sitting down beside you. "you've been avoiding me. did i do something wrong?"

you took a deep breath, your heart aching. "i overheard your friends talking in the hallway," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "they said... they said you were just trying to get me to talk to you as a bet. is that true?"

yeonjun's eyes widened

yeonjun sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "no, it's not true," he said firmly, meeting your gaze with sincerity. "i never saw you as a bet, or a challenge. from the moment i noticed you, i... i wanted to get to know you. i wanted to understand why you were different from everyone else who surrounds me every day."

you studied him for a moment, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit. his gaze was unwavering, his expression earnest. slowly, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you.

"why didn't you say anything?" you asked softly, your voice tinged with vulnerability.

yeonjun looked down, his shoulders slumping slightly. "i didn't know how," he admitted quietly. "i wanted to prove myself to you, to show you that i'm not just some shallow jock. but i guess i went about it the wrong way."

you felt torn. part of you wanted to believe him, to trust that his feelings were genuine. but another part of you feared getting hurt, feared that this was all just a misunderstanding. you looked away, unsure of what to say next.

"i love the way you get lost in your books," he began, his voice steady despite his nervousness. "i love how you stand up for what you believe in, even if it means standing alone. i love how you make me want to be a better person."

your heart pounding. "did you really mean all of that?" you asked softly.

"every word," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

"okay," you said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "okay, let's give this a chance."

a relieved smile spread across yeonjun's face, his eyes shining with gratitude and hope. "thank you," he murmured.

in that moment, the distance between you disappeared. yeonjun's lips met yours in a tender kiss, a silent promise of honesty and devotion. it was a kiss that spoke of newfound understanding, of forgiveness given and accepted, of hope for what the future held.

as you rested your head against his shoulder, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. maybe this wasn't the ending you had expected, but it was a beginning. a beginning of something real, something sincere, something that had the potential to grow into so much more.

© 2024 seoulzie

[ethereal-night-fairy]

I wonder how Slasher!Soap would deal with a passively suicidal victim. This was inspired by @ghouljams drabble.

Slasher Masterlist

Warning: MDNI dark themes, dead dove, child neglect, passive suicidal ideation, attempted murder, implied horny thoughts.

Exam season is getting to you. The food here sucks. You hate your dorm, all your friends seem fake and superficial. You don't enjoy your course work. The professors here are assholes and your job keeps forcing you to work overtime when you clearly needed to focus on your exams.

You're fed up with life wondering why you even bothered applying to this college major when you knew it wouldn't make you happy. You suppose you always wanted to make your parents proud yet they hardly ever cared. They didn't even bother to see you off when you left. Too 'busy' as they put it.

But you're too far in to drop out now. You've already spent too much money to back out. It always been like this. It's always you putting everyones needs above your own. You shot yourself in the foot this time though. You could've picked something you liked to study, but you didn't. Only because you had a small hope if you followed in the footsteps of your parents perhaps they'd pay attention to you. But you're an idiot for hoping that. It's the same story retold ever since you were a child.

At least you're good at putting up a front. No one ever suspected anthing from you. Not your family, not your so called 'friends'. You suppose you can attribute that to your acting skills. You're good at lying, you're good at masking your emotions. You're good at plastering on a smile to get through the day. As exhausting as it is you can put up with it for now. You're living like a zombie, a put together zombie but a zombie nonetheless.

But it seems that God was merciful. Because you were sent someone who'd finally put an end to your suffering. During a time where all you did was work, study and sleep he promised you everything you've ever wanted. An early grave where you could finally rest.

He promised you he was going to end your life and you felt relieved? Most people would be afraid but not you. No, unlike everyone else you were flooded with an overwhelmingly amount of relief. After so many years of pain and suffering were you finally going to be put out of your misery?

You first noticed him on your late walks home from work. There was someone following you. Someone keenly keeping an eye on you. For the first time in your life someone had taken an interest in you.

Then the notes started appearing in your dorm. Short cute but threatening notes detailing the things he wanted to do to you. Soon after the calls started. They always came late at night when you'd get home from work. And strangely you enjoyed them. Not in some sick perverse way, but just because someone wanted to talk to you. You didn't mind playing along to keep his attention on you.

For once in your life you don't have to worry about anything because you knew things were coming to an end. For once someone had shown some kind of attraction to you. Even if it is just to objectify you. You didn't mind though. Any attention is better than no attention. This takes the whole blame and guilt off you for wanting to kill yourself. No one would blame you for wasting money, no one could technically be mad at you for dying when it wasn't your fault.

And that's what you wanted, a blameless death, one that no one could argue and fight over. If someone else does kills you it doesn't really count as suicide does it? And your parents wouldn't blame themselves because you didn't do it to yourself.

It's perfect. A win-win situation for both parties.

But that's what ends up fucking everything up.

When he finally came to end your life your nonchalant attitude to dying threw Soap off his game. The worst part to Soap is that you're not even horny about the whole ordeal. This isn't a kink thing to you like he suspected in the beginning. Which confuses Soap even more because you were playing the game so seamlessly up until now.

You led him on with your fake pleas for mercy, your fake cries of fear, your fake gasps of terror. But everything was a lie, you led him on. And for some reason that upset him more than anything else. The fact he was fooled playing his own game.

Most of his victims play into the fantasy at the start thinking it's some sort of BDSM scene. Not realising they're actually going to die. He thinks that's mainly due to how handsome he is. No one ever suspects the handsome ones.

And then they end up dying in utter terror and agony. And oh how he loved their screams changing from that of pleasure to pain. Knowing full well they couldn't do anything to stop him. No amount of begging or pleas were able to spare their lives.

While with you, you fully expected to die at his hands and he finally understands now it was you who was playing with him. It was you who was weaving the game and puppeteering him to your end goal. He never had control when it came to you.

You stare at him with tired eyes and a peaceful smile as his hands tightened their way around your pretty neck. The same neck he left a necklace of hickies on just a few seconds earlier. He squeezes down watching your body fight your mind. But there's no rush of endorphins, no blood pooling to his cock as he watches you gasp because there's no real fight in you. You've long given up.

And he hates it. He hates he was tricked, he hates he was made into a fool, he hates your dead eyes. He hates that you look so broken.

Only because it wasn't him that broke you.

So his hands loosen and the colour returns to your face while you look at him confused but more upset than anything.

"There's no fun in killing the dead Dove..." The tiredness re-enters your eyes as you look at him with your withered soul. You looked so done with the world. So beaten down that killing you would be akin admitting defeat to himself.

There's no way he'd allow someone to beat him at his own game... Especially not someone as pathetic as you. He'll just have to breathe life back into you and restart this game in his favour. He'll win one way or another. Even if he has to break his own rules to do it.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Copyright © by ethereal-night-fairy. 2024. All Rights Reserved. Writing not permitted for reposting, transcription, translation or to use with AI technologies.

[not-too-many-eyes]

A Study on Mesmer Jr.

(Also Known As: Nott is obsessed with the bigot autistic girl from the time travel gacha game and its her birthday tommorow so lets talk about her.)

(CWs: Ableism, racism, child abuse) I Love Mesmer Jr. Which isn't a secret to any of my friends who have had to listen to me talk about her at length. I cannot get her out of my head. I think she's fantastically written, fun to read about, and just an all around interesting character.

As such, I want to take a moment to pull apart Mesmer Jr, and consider her place in this story. To contemplate why she acts the way she does, and to connect to the themes relating to her character. I hope you enjoy reading this.

A Curious Impression

Mesmer Jr makes an interesting impression when you first meet her. For one, she immediately causes alarm bells to rings when she talks to Sonneto, one of her earliest conversations, who she says she enjoys talking to because of their "shared values" she feels the need to say that she would have liked talking to her more if she were a "full-blooded human."

Which is something that you see a lot whenever she's complimenting an arcanist, or considering arcanists in any positive light. Even if it's inappropriate in the context, she feels the need to assert her beliefs, to say that:

Mesmer Jr, Praise: As an arcanist, your performance really amazes me. Wish you were a pure-blood human.

Of course, as we know, Mesmer Jr is an arcanist. She's a full-blooded arcanist. Being noted to be from a very Important family, and even being implied to be more talented than most of her family in their line of work: (The Fallacy of Idealism)

Nobody is more talented in this than Mesmer Jr. Her bloodline gives her outstanding ability and keen senses, which makes everything clear and intelligible to her.

She's also startlingly obedient. She has no noticeable outward negativity towards what Constantine has ordered her to do to Vertin, despite it seeming to cause pain or stress. Insisting that this is the normal treatment given to patients despite Madam Z's opinion, and we learn Much Later that her boss had an ulterior motive to all this.

She's even noted before we meet her to seem like a:

(Open Sandwich)

???: It is the other one- the one with indifferent outlines that makes her look like a refined machine.

Evoking images of perfectly programmed robots and droids that do what they are ordered to perfectly without question.

Of course, in the same part this line is from, the game is already nudging us to be open-minded when it comes to interacting with her. As the first thing we learn about her isn't her personality, isn't her appearance, isn't even her Voice.

It's her abuse.

Dirtied Hands

Open Sandwich is one of my favorite bits of writing in this game. It creates this incredible tension where you just waiting for the bad thing to happen, the line about how the child labor laws were turned into paper to wrap the sandwich is wonderful, and I love it.

But it's also the first time we ever actually hear about her. It depicts her having a Sensory Meltdown. Caused by her family's uh- blatant disregard for children's rights, and exposing her to a patient at age 12 because her skill was useful for the treatment. The trauma of the event marking the start of her "nightmare."

Of course this isn't the Only Thing she has gone through at the age of 12. The entire events of Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien happened during when she was 12. She might of had even more traumatic experience before that, considering she went to SPDM, a school that we know Very Well for their child abuse, and she Certainly had traumatic experiences afterwards.

She Is a 16 year old therapist taking care of The Foundation's most "unstable" patients, after all:

Mesmer Jr, Suitcase Climate: Those insane people screamed and rushed out of the guardroom. They kept meaninglessly and repeatedly roaring. Then, their blood shed on the snowy ground. I've seen that a lot.

The Rights of Children Don't Matter when there is Scarcity. Her needs are secondary to The Company's. Her welfare simply isn't important for the Foundation's Beautiful Future. Only the skills and infromation she can provide.

Constantine even manipulated Mesmer Jr into telling her the plan. Purposefully traumatizing her so that she would become scared and anxious. She Asked her to help them, trusting that Constantine, an adult she trusted, would be able to help. Constantine just lied, and made her continue to treat these people even when the experience mind numbingly traumatic for even fully-grown adults.

As a result, Mesmer Jr has developed multiple mental illnesses. Most notable OCD, but she seems to hallucinate in her Monologue.

She's not exactly a healthy person, which really compounds how much you Don't want her to be a therapist.

Of course, it's not like she would ever seek actual proper treatment for it.

For many reasons.

For one, Reverse 1999 is not exactly a kind world to the mentally ill, and she herself is a good example as to why.

Proper Treatment

Let's go back to the first thing I mentioned about Mesmer Jr. She's a bigot, she's a certified racist to every arcanist she ever talks to. She thinks humans are the superior race that will overtake arcanists.

She's also ableist. Just horrible ableist. These two bigotries are intertwined in Very important ways. Her hatred of arcanists is informed by her hatred of the mentally ill, and is further informed by what she has been taught about arcanists.

Reverse has established that the way arcanists and humans are generally viewed is that arcanists are the more emotional, unstable, immature ones and humans are the more logical, stable, and mature ones.

Now, this is a stereotype, one that has been proven wrong time and time again. There is nothing logical, stable, or mature about being so upset at a 12 year old you think killing her friends is a good idea.

And similarly, there is nothing actually inherently wrong about being a weirdo, or mentally ill. For one, uh, everyone is a bit of a freak sometimes, and two, Mesmer Jr treats it as if for the world to get better arcanists need to fully disappear and be replaced with human rationality, but Madam Hoffman says it best:

(Chapter 6 Part 15: With Hope Rekindled)

Hofmann: We have all heard it, humans are more rational and arcanists are more emotional. Hofmann: Their sensitive to the darkness of the world, so they can easily become absorbed in their own emotions and ignore reality Hofmann: But, if we put a human child in the position of an arcanist, who always takes on the world because of his uniqueness, who is never understood for his talents... Hoffmann: Maybe he too will become impulsive, sensitive immature and unstable Hoffmann: And that's why it sometimes dawns on me that if we put an arcanist child in the position of a human being who receives enough love, education, and positive feedback... Hoffmann: These 'instabilities' might be controllable. At least enough to keep them from hurting themselves or others.

But Mesmer Jr really does believe wholeheartedly that being a "freak" is bad, and that being an arcanist is to blame for why she is one.

Mesmer Jr, Hat and Hair: Thanks to it, we are all freaks now. Haven't you ever blamed your brain? Haven't you for once vomited due to the sound or whisper in your brain? How naive and ignorant.

That being an arcanist is something inherently wrong, and as a result of that inherent wrongness, that inherent "insanity," they need to be controlled by humanity.

Mesmer Jr, Chitchat II: I can only stand those arcanists from the Foundation and the Laplace. After all, their insanity is contained by humans.

She believes that humans are destined to overtake arcanists like it's natural selection. That it's only inevitable that arcanists will be overtaken by a species that in her eyes, is logical and understandable.

Mesmer Jr, To the Future: Just like Homo sapiens wiped out Neanderthals, arcanists will be eliminated as well. This is not a prediction, but a predestined fate.

This is, of course, due to the systemic part of Reverse's world constantly pushing this idea that arcanists are Inherently more immature and chaotic.

Constantine and her family deeply traumatized Mesmer Jr and then told her it wasn't actually their fault but this Other Group that She is also apart of but Don't Worry it can Be Controlled.

Mesmer Jr: It's not just about age. It was never going to be suitable for me. Mesmer Jr: Unless one day all the arcanists are gone. Pandora Wilson: Then you and I will be gone, too. Mesmer Jr: Exactly, along with the source of my pain

However, Mesmer Jr's own mental illnesses and susceptibility towards being overwhelmed by others emotions does really mean that she finds being around highly emotional people Taxing. She also finds that the unpredictable of life and other people Tiresome.

She was friends with Vertin in the rest when she was younger sure, but even then she did find arcanists overwhelming and "scary," even when she wasn't in the full thick of it, she saw them being treated and found it unpleasant and painful.

(Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien)

Mesmer Jr: But I'm not interested in arcanists. They are all mad people, and we had to treat them after all...They looked scary.

Now, usually, you grow out of this. She's not Born To Be Racist Forever.

In a better world she very much could have, I dunno-

Be able to actually internalize that arcanists aren't actually inherently a harmful thing, but that her needs sometimes conflict with the needs of others and grew up with the tools necessary to understand that this is a fixable problem that doesn't actually need a whole group of people including herself to die to be solved.

Or, something like that.

However, this isn't that world, this world thinks Mesmer Jr is a good therapist, and that her treatment is humane.

So she's seeks to create stability in the world as a result of that lack of support.

Mesmer Jr, Hobby: What you see is the alignment and tidiness. What I adore is this orderly state.

As much as she understands that it's a sign of her own "franticness" that she does this, it gives her comfort knowing that she has things that she Can Control. That her life isn't actually dictated fully by things out of her understanding. That she has the ability to direct her life in a small, maybe even insignificant way.

Cause, she really just doesn't have much control over her life.

Press the Button

Mesmer Jr, Clothing and Torso: ...Achieve the function.

A lot of Mesmer Jr's idolization of humanity comes from this idea of efficiency and simplicity. She talks so much about rationality and "tidiness," but as I've already established Reverse is full of so many instances of "human insanity" so it's plain ignorant to ascribe this trait to humans.

Which, well one she is ignorant, and also racism isn't rational and Mesmer Jr was taught human supremacy of course it's not going to be aligned with actual reality.

Which is true.

However, I do think it's interesting these traits that she idolizes are not from humans but from:

Mesmer Jr, Clothing and Torso: Humans are like machinery, simple and efficient. Arcanists are quite the opposite.

That's who she's actually idolizing here, isn't it? She's not really idolizing humans, that's just the framework she was given. She's idolizing machines and going "Wow humans are so cool."

Her Udimo is a machine.

Not just any machine, but a machine invented in part By Her Workplace, and even when she was 12 the narrator describes her as a "refined machine." Indifferent and rigid.

This is the beautiful controlled being that she is seeking! The beautiful tidy, orderly, calm being that just proceeds with whatever order is given to it. One that has...completely no control over it's life, and what to do with it.

Because, traditionally speaking, Machines do not have the ability to self-determine. They don't exist as people with conscious thought and emotion, but as Things and Tools that can Achieve Functions.

I noted way back in the start that Mesmer Jr is startlingly obedient. She does what she is told, and encourages others to do the same.

She's glad that Vertin:

Mesmer Jr, 100% Bond Conversation: ...Anyway, I'm glad you gave up on those insane plans.

Before saying that she doesn't want to be forced to Lobotomize Her, and that she doesn't actually want anyone to end up in Artificial Somnambulism.

But she doesn't say she won't do it. Just that she's happy Vertin did "give up" because it means that she probably won't have to. This seems to be her general approach. Even if she's not happy, she'll do it, her wants don't matter.

She assumes that she has no other option and that her only path forward is following orders from her boss. That the only path forward is the one set for her. There's no point in fighting it so she's just gonna continue on that path, and others should do the same or else they'll get Hurt. Learned Helplessness.

Sonetto is similar to her in this sense (Mesmer Jr says so herself,) and Sonetto is shown to hold quite a lot of repressed emotions, and to deviate from the rules or what is logical when she feels something is at stake.

After all: (Is ABA Really “Dog Training for Children”? A Professional Dog Trainer Weighs In.)

We all know that we can feel angry without expressing anger. That we can smile when inside we are crying. You can stop someone from expressing an emotion, but that doesn’t make the emotion go away. A dog who has been trained not to growl is considered by trainers to be a “time bomb dog.” When you read about a dog attack that came “out of nowhere” and “without warning,” it is because this sort of method was used to handle “problem behaviours.” Studies show that dogs trained with these sorts of methods actually have an increased rate of aggression, because punishing aggressive behaviour doesn’t deal with the underlying fear and anxiety that caused the aggression in the first place.

But Mesmer Jr, in contrast to Sonetto, who has an interest in poetry and curiosity in the outside world and has the aforementioned repressed emotions. Has no real distinct personal identity. She does not own anything that shows her interests, unlike her other coworkers who usually have at least Something on them. All of her items are stuff made by Laplace and exist unaltered. Even her cute little headband is a EM amplifier is part of the uniform.

She holds no control, no identity, no agency. She exists as a machine that someone can press the buttons of and achieve whatever function she needs to achieve at the given moment.

This is her current state of existence, and it's not something that's exactly sustainable. The cracks in this machine-living have been showing since she was 12. How many more do you think have been created now that she's 16?

The Foundation

Now, this is really depressing, but that's because Mesmer Jr is just a bit of a depressing character. She can't really get away from her job. For one, her parents are horrible, two The Storm means that the world is always on the verge of ending. Where else will she go?

But, as said previously:

A dog who has been trained not to growl is considered by trainers to be a “time bomb dog.”

Similarly, a girl trained to not develop any sort of identity will crack Someday.

I have no knowledge of what could happen next in her story, nor am I interested in theorizing about it. But I do find it interesting to think about.

[pawnshopbleus]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a corio x plinth reader where he aproches her bc she is a plinth (and she notices and gets mad bc she think that corio takes her for a stupid girl who would just fall for his lies) but he slowly falls for her. i would really like if it ends well, like them together. i hope you understood my idea, i love your work btw.

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

coriolanus snow x fem!plinth!reader

summary - basically what the request says, but there is no happy ending because i'm evil.

contains - angst, the capital being described as beautiful, gold-digging, rude coriolanus, not beta read

author's note - i'm so sorry @simpovereveryone for the unhappy ending, but i feel like once someone finds out you originally wanted to date them for their money there is no coming back. originally, this was going to be a happy ending, but I just couldn't write one that felt natural and real. if you want, I can do a happy Coriolanus later, but there is no happy ending in this one.

IT was no secret that Strabo Plinth’s daughter was in love. It was the only thing people would talk about at the Academy. In between each Hunger Games, Capitol citizens were bored. Gossip would spread like a wildfire. They didn’t know how to keep a secret. 

Coriolanus knew that you liked him. It was obvious to anyone that had two working eyes. The way that your eyes would follow him wherever he went, and how your back would straighten every time he walked by was evidence enough that you had a crush on the blonde boy. 

Coriolanus was flattered, really, but he just wasn’t one to date. Many girls have tried and failed at dating him. None piqued his interest. He found that most pretty Capiol girls were dumb and had no interest beyond their physical appearance. They also lacked what he needed most, money. 

Coriolanus wanted to continue his education at the University after the Academy. He needed to keep a roof over his, Tigris, and Grandma’ams head, or he would have failed as a cousin and a grandson. Those necessities don’t come cheap after a war, no matter how long ago the war was. 

And then he heard the news. Some new students were chatting during lunch. His name and yours got thrown around, and after some intense staring at his apple, he heard what they were talking about. Your little schoolgirl crush on Coriolanus, and that was confirmation enough. 

Then there you were, sitting in all your glory. 

Being the one and only daughter in the Plinth family made you susceptible to fake people. Always after your money and status, but they will talk about you behind your back. Coriolanus has heard it all. He needed to outsmart the many and study the few that made it to your inner circle. Just because you already had a crush on him meant nothing if he didn’t have a good enough reason to chase after you. 

Your red school uniform mixed in with the rest of the crowd, but your face was what drew him in. It was so different, unconventional, and beautiful. The unconventionality of your face made him want to paint a picture of you from memory. You were unique, which he liked. This won’t be too bad, Coriolanus said in his head. 

Your tired eyes met his and he didn’t look away. The bags under your eyes accentuated the fact that you couldn’t sleep last night. The thunder crashing outside of your window was probable cause to keep you awake. 

Coriolanus got up from his chair and stocked towards you. His stride was purposeful, guiding through clumps of students gathered around the room. He sat across from you and said nothing as he studied your tired expression. It was weird that your brother's friend and your crush were sitting across from you all of a sudden. You were in no way ready to talk to him right now. 

“Did you want me to tell Sejanus something?” was all you could manage to ask. Your brain was begging you to ask more. Why are you here? How is your family? Do you think I’m crazy for liking you, even though we’ve never had an actual conversation? But your mouth stayed shut, which saved you from a boatload of embarrassment. 

Coriolanus smiled. His teeth were imperfectly imperfect. A natural color, not too white, but not too yellow. His right front tooth was slightly crooked, giving his teeth personality. 

“No, I came here to talk to you.”

Your brows furrowed for a second. Why in the world would he want to talk to me? Besides being the sister of his friend, you had nothing going on for yourself. There were far prettier girls that he could talk to. You weren’t all that traversed in philosophy and classic books like he was. You were just…you. 

Your lips pressed together in a small line and then returned to normal after a second. You couldn’t form coherent words right now. You nodded your head at the boy in front of you and looked across the room, not ready to make eye contact with him at the present moment. Students talked and whispered with each other as they took in the scene. Coriolanus Snow talking to the girl that had a crush on him. Many girls who had tried to date him in the past narrowed their eyes at you. 

You had not noticed that the room was almost silent, save for the whispers of the nosey students. Coriolanus kept repeating your name, trying to break you out of your trance. You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. An unlimited amount of syllables were repeated over and over again in his baritenor voice. 

“What?” you ask as you are broken out of your trance. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” he answered your question with another. 

This seemed too good to be true. The boy you’ve had a crush on for years had just asked you out for seemingly no reason. Either whatever higher power in the sky was on your side, or this was one huge prank. Either way, you agreed. 

˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of your room. The baby pink silk slip dress you were wearing used to belong to your mother. She had given it to you two years ago in hopes that you would wear it. She hoped that you would wear it on a date with a nice boy. That’s exactly what you were doing, but there were two problems. The first problem was that you were nothing like your brother, outgoing and outspoken. You preferred to keep to yourself, and if you had to socialize, you would do it with the handful of friends you had. The second problem was that it was two years later. The dress no longer draped beautifully around you like it did when you were younger. It clung to every curve, crevice, and roll you had on your body. You were lucky that the dress still zipped up. You studied yourself in the mirror, going from the tip top of your head down to your painted toenails. At least it looked like you had enough money to be well-fed and groomed. 

Coriolanus was taking you to a new rooftop restaurant. The women in your mother's book club raved on and on about how elegant and regal the vibes in that restaurant felt. They also recounted how hard it is to get a reservation. For a new restaurant, it seemed pretty picky with its patrons. 

He picked you up around six. The sun had already set and a chill breeze kissed your skin, causing goosebumps to rise on the bare skin of your arms. Coriolanus kept you close to him, placing a strong hand on the small of your back. His hand was cold, causing you to shiver. 

The reviews were right. The restaurant was beautiful. The entire place was lit using nothing but candles. They lined the tables with pristine white cloth. There were other details of the restaurant that were otherworldly, but the view of the Capital made you swoon. With Coriolanus long forgotten, your eyes lit up at all the lights and such that outlined every building and street. You had forgotten how beautiful the Capital was at night. Your heart panged with gratefulness at being able to experience this even though you weren’t born here. 

Coriolanus studied you once again. The city lights flashed and shone across your body, accentuating the way your skin looked. It looked soft, almost perfect. Nothing was ever perfect. 

“So, Sejanus told me you like to paint,” Coriolanus commented, breaking the silence between the two of you. 

Your eyes broke away from the shining lights and back to the companion in front of you. “Yes,” you simply said. 

The simplicity of your words made Coriolanus fix his hand into a fist under the table. He was doing you a favor! You were the one who had a crush on him, not the other way around. He couldn’t say anything, though. He had to remind himself why he was doing this. Flashes of images passed through his mind. They all had one thing in common; they were dear to him - the only things he loved. That was the reason why he was here. He needed the money that was attached to you. 

“What do you like to paint?” The food that he ordered for the two of you was being placed down on the table. He ordered steak and potatoes with a side of steamed vegetables.

You are a vegetarian. 

Everyone knew you were vegetarian. You loved animals and couldn’t fathom eating a living animal. You didn’t judge people who ate meat. Everyone was free to live the lifestyle they wanted and you choose to live a meatless lifestyle.

“Why did you ask me out on a date?” you questioned the boy in front of you who was currently eating his food like a starved man. Which he was. He barely had enough money to pay rent, let alone pay for this meal…

That’s why he asked you on a date - for your money. You’ve lived your entire life having to question whether or not someone wanted to be your friend. Your last name followed you everywhere you went. There was nothing shameful about your family, but you hated having fake people around you. It was literal hell. 

Of course, Coriolanus didn’t like you. He just needed your money. You scoffed at him and didn’t even let him finish as you sprinted out of the restaurant, leaving him confused and with no way to pay. 

It’s safe to say that Coriolanus is never welcomed back. 

[rendy-a]

I live for your "self aware au" Sebek, he so goofy and murder

Can we have some more of him in the said au? Just anything you feel like

Thanks ahead!

~~~🌟🎃

Sebek is such an interesting character to write.  He is both as serious and chivalrous as a knight of yore while at the same time being absolutely ridiculous.  It gives him just an incredible range.  Plus, somehow, everything he does turns out humorous.  Its just a fun thing to write!

If this were a normal school, you feel like each student would fade into the background.  A crowd of students would be like a school of fish; you see each one and yet none catches the eye.  This wasn’t a normal school though and you weren’t a normal student.  In the world of TWST, no one catches your eye like a member of the main cast.  In a class, the hallway or lunchroom; if a student from the game passes by, you just can’t help but notice. 

That is likely why you’d so easily picked up on your new…companion.  Sebek was following you again.  He tries to be inconspicuous, but he is tall enough to loom over most of the students.  Plus, he is in no way quiet.  “HUMAN!  MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!  I HAVE PLACES TO BE!”  You hear him from down the hall long before you catch sight of him.  You figure that, if he is going to follow you anyway, you might as well walk with him.  However, when you turn to wait for him, he quickly ducks behind a pillar.  You meet the eye of Scarabia C and nod your head toward the pillar as if to ask, ‘you seeing this too?’  Scarabia C only shakes his head.  You shrug and walk to class with Scarabia C instead. 

You’ve developed an interest in seeing how far Sebek would go to follow you while still pretending not to.  You purposely drop things while he trails behind you to see if he returns them.  He does return each item, but not in person.  You see him gasp in surprise and rush to collect whatever random junk you’ve left behind and clutch it to his chest like a treasure.  Then he hurriedly rushes from your view.  It’s never long before your ‘lost item’ finds its way to your school desk or a table in the library you like to use to study; just somewhere he knows you’ll be.  Sometimes, you wish he wouldn’t return the items.  There have been a few occasions where you forget to toss an empty bottle or note in the trash and find it carefully preserved and returned to you later.  Sebek appears to view anything you’ve touched as equal in value from textbooks to gum wrappers. 

You aren’t proud of it, but you’ve also sort of been using Sebek as your henchman.  It’s hard to be so inexplicably famous but also magicless in a place like NRC.  Sometimes, the random NPC students get pushy about spending time with you or invading your personal space.  Once, you tugged your hand from a student’s grasp and loudly declared, “Someone needs to teach you some manners!”  The next day, you’d gotten a written apology from the student in question.  He nervously glanced over his shoulder with a blackened eye while handing you the letter.  You follow his gaze and see a hint of lime green hair peeking out from around the corner.  You take the letter and smile to yourself. “I graciously accept your apology.  I’m glad SOMEONE has done a fine job of reminding you how to treat your fellow students,” you say in a much louder than necessary voice.  You are rewarded with a pleased gasp from around the corner.

You sometimes struggle over how to feel about the constant surveillance.  On one hand, it was somewhat creepy having someone you barely knew monitor your every move like that.  You also had no privacy with Sebek chasing away people he deemed unworthy to speak with you (which was everyone).  Even conversations you did manage to have outside of class were with Sebek looming behind your friends and giving them a fierce glare.  Yet, there were times when his presence was far more comforting than anything else.  After all, it’s a long walk back to Ramshackle.

Halloween was a time when the gates of NRC didn’t close until late in the evening.  Until then, students were about campus greeting visitors and running booths; it all lead to a cacophony of joyful noise.  After close, the wind that howled softly past your ears was the only sound you heard in the dark night.  You quickly snuff a candle in the jack-o-lantern at your feet before moving on to the next.  This was the job Crowley had assigned to you; to put out all the jack-o-lanterns from the gate to Ramshackle dorm after close.  Honestly, it was a very (dare you say it) kind thing of him to do.  It lets you do your part in the festivities while also being extremely convenient for you.  When your walk was done, you were right at home.

Only, as you went along the path putting out the lights, the darkness of the night grew ever closer to you.  Soon, it wasn’t just the wind you noticed but the common sounds of the night that gave you pause.  It was the rustling of leaves that made you wonder what was moving in the forest and the clicking of heels that made you crane your head to locate the student walking nearby.  The worst was when you swore you heard one of these noises but pausing to search for a source garnered no results.  After staring for a time into the empty night, you’d shudder a bit and force yourself to move on.

You reach the next jack-o-lantern and snuff the light when you hear a branch brake in the woods.  This time, it isn’t a small sound but something much larger.  Your eyes go round, and you think you shiver a bit as you look into the darkness.  That is when you hear the clicking on the sidewalk begin.  You turn in fear to peer behind, but it is only Sebek, approaching with deliberateness.  He gets a few feet from you and then stops and peers into the woods, “SIVLER?  IS THAT YOU?  WHEN I FIND WHERE YOU’VE BEEN SLACKING OFF…  I…I am going to CHECK THIS WHOLE AREA FOR YOU!”  Then he looks over at you before quickly jerking his gaze away. 

Having the stalwart knight at your side helps you calm down.  Sebek can be strange, but you wholeheartedly believe in his skills as a guard.  You look one last time at the blushing first year before you turn and walk away.  He matches your stride, going faster when you do, stopping when you stop; he makes sure he never approaches you too close, but you always feel him there nearby.  You think to yourself, ‘What could be better than a night fae to guard you from the imagined dangers of the dark?’  It brings a small smile to your lips.

Finally, you reach the final jack-o-lantern at the gate of Ramshackle.  You snuff the light with a relieved sigh, knowing your duty was complete and home was in sight.  Grim must have beaten you back because the lights were on, warm and inviting, just up the stairs.  Or maybe the ghosts took pity on you and turned them on.  Either way, darkness never feels as frightening when you come again to the light.  You brush a hand through your hair and pull out a wayward leaf, setting it down on the pillar near the last jack-o-lantern.  Then you turn your head to meet a startled Sebek’s eyes.  You exchange no word, only giving him a grateful nod, before you head indoors. 

Sebek watches you go as his heart beats a rapid rhythm.  He’d taken a walk with the Player tonight.  In the moonlight, alone.  It was practically a date!  He places a hand to his face to cool down his heated cheeks.  And they left something near the jack-o-lantern before signaling him; was it another gift?  Sebek heads over and examines the leaf.  He carefully clasps it as tears fill his eyes, ‘This leaf touched the Player themselves!  And they gave it to me!’  He looks carefully around and finds a similar leaf to swap out with the one he takes.

That night, Sebek pulls out his box of treasures.  He opens it with reverence, adding the leaf to his collection.   A book, an empty bottle, a scribbled note, a gum wrapper and now a leaf.  All the items quite common seeming but each one had once belonged to the Great Player.  Sebek felt a bit bad for swapping out the items and returning you imitations, but you never seemed to notice.  ‘No,’ Sebek scolds himself, ‘it’s the Great Player, of course they noticed!’  He smiles with great delight.  The Player meant for him to have these things, why else would they look at him each time before leaving them behind for him?  Yes, he’d keep swapping out the items to throw off the jealousy of those other unworthy fools who flocked around you and wait.  Wait until the day he could emerge from the shadows and stand proudly at your side.  Just as the Player intends.

[flowercitti]

just finished reading like all of your fics. they are all such great reads and your writing is beautiful!! i wondering if you have any specific fic (or author) recommendations — especially anything that’s about astarion and the other companion characters

Ahh Tysm for the ask! Here’s some fics I’ve compiled so far! 🤍🌸 Heed the tags on some. 🤍 I’ll write my own little summary for most of these/why I rec them. Might add on to this as I gain more recs.

ASTARION-CENTRIC RECS

Wyll/Astarion

A Dream of Sweeter Things - Asidian - Hurt/comfort - Dream Sharing - Series

I recommend just about everything from this author really! Incredible writing and characterization for everyone. I adore their fics. This one is a series of Wyll and Astarion growing closer. 🤍

nothing is safe - foxflowering - Character Study - Smut

This one is a really interesting look into the development of their relationship! Really good conversations and some interesting dynamics. I just really loved this one, 10/10.

Days In The Sun - joan_p - Post-game - Duke Wyll

Just an incredible look into if Astarion married Duke Wyll post-game. Heed the tags and warnings, but I really adored this one.

Another Path - Asidian - Canon-divergence - Hurt/comfort - WIP

Monster Hunter x Monster turned to the max. A what-if where Wyll saves Astarion from Cazador early.

Halsin/Astarion

All Our Missing Parts - Viraaja - Smut - Touch-starvation - WIP

Interesting and smutty look into Halsin teaching Astarion more about elf culture. Mind the tags to see if it’s something you’re into.

the bridge won’t burn - tippytulip - Touch-starvation - Smut

Halsin helps Astarion with old pain from his scars. Just very sweet.

Handmade - BerlinBerlin - Hurt/comfort - Series

Just a very sweet series of them growing closer. Short but really good I rec all of the Halsin/Astarion things from this author.

Perceived Impressions - Acinonyx1 - Hurt/Comfort - Whump - WIP

Astarion is locked in at the goblin camp with bear Halsin. Mind the tags, but this one is amazing so far. This author has a good few Astarion fics as well of the smutty variety.

A Break in the Illusion - Acinonyx1 - Smut

What it says on the tin. 🤍

Astarion/Gale

Hoarding Tendencies - Asidian - Misunderstandings - Trust Issues - WIP

Astarion has a tendency to hoard things. Gale notices. Very sweet so far.

Astarion/Karlach

Astarion Origin Part Nonsense - starkraving - Character Study - Hurt/comfort - Series

Amazing characterization for both of these fics. Couldn’t rec these more. Heed the tags, however!

Repairs - Asidian - Trust Issues - Hurt/comfort

Short and sweet. Can’t recommend this author enough.

The Things You Miss - Asidian - Hurt/comfort

Another short and sweet one. Really good characterization.

Astarion/Tav

Porcelain - cweepa - hurt/comfort - Sickfic

Astarion grows sick and worried about his appearance. Really well done 🤍

Working On It - casswhatever - Developing Relationships - Hurt/comfort - Series

Short but really good reads. 🤍

Still You Breathe - tokidokifish - hurt/comfort - Series

Really good tav. Heed the tags, but very sweet.

Let me in the other room - LadyRagnelle - Hurt/comfort

Really enjoy the things from this author! Very good characterization of Astarion. 🤍 heed the tags, but a very good read.

Seducere - Tlon - Character Study - Hurt/comfort

One of my favorite Astarion fics. Heed the warnings and tags, but an incredible look into his time with Cazador.

Gen

Reflecting Endless Down the Hall - Asidian - Hurt/comfort - Character Study

Small moments between Astarion and the companion. Amazing and interesting characterization and interactions. Heed the warnings.

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Will likely have more to add after reading more things, but this is what I have right now! And while I can’t say I recommend myself lmao, here’s my ao3 if you wanna have a look through my bookmarks and works FlowerCitti 🤍

[sinnohanvulpix]

Sawyer is neurodivergent and you can't change my mind

Last year for Autism Acceptance Day, my good friend @pikatrainer99 and I did a collab post about Goh and our headcanon of being him autistic. Here's a link to that post if you'd like to check it out:

Today, we'd like to talk about Sawyer from Pokemon XY, another character who we both headcanon as autistic, and who means the world to me.

Let's start with his special interest, Pokemon battles. In all of Sawyer's appearances, we can clearly see his desire to learn as much as he can about battling and to grow stronger. He greatly admires strong trainers like Steven Stone and Ash. I mean, just look at how excited he gets when he hears that Ash had won five badges!

And that's exactly what he does for the rest of the series. He spends so much time studying and training that he manages to catch up to Ash within a just season's worth of episodes! But we'll get to that later.

Before going into detail about his most obvious traits, let's go over some of the traits that we only see for brief moments, starting with his sensory sensitivities. In episode 73, we see him getting visibly overwhelmed when the crowd around him, Ash, and Clemont suddenly starts cheering. We also see him shielding his eyes from Spritzee's Dazzling Gleam attack during his battle with Valerie. Note that he's the only one to react this way to both situations. I don't know about you, but I have yet to meet a single autistic person without some kind of hypersensitivity to noise, bright light, smell, texture, etcetera.

We also see in the following episode that he sometimes unintentionally gets too close to people when he's excited, not noticing their discomfort. We see this after Ash wins his gym battle with Valerie, and Sawyer is so beyond amazed and eager to learn from him that he momentarily forgets how to act "socially appropriately". Ash and his friends are visibly uncomfortable, but of course, because they're all so kind and supportive, they don't judge him for this 🥺

We also see in the first episode of XYZ that he's an amazing artist. And I mean, AMAZING! He can literally draw Squishy the Zygarde Core exactly how it looks in its official artwork, despite only having seen it for the first time that day! While not every autistic person has to have a talent like this, it's definitely not uncommon. Growing up, Pika and I both used to draw a lot, and our drawing skills were one of the few things we took pride in because of how much praise we got for it.

Now let's talk about one of his most adorable traits, which is his habit of saying, "I've gained some EXP!" Clearly he's into video games and enjoys feeling like he's in one, because this is definitely not something you typically hear in real life. This kind of escapism is quite common in autistic people, Pika and I included. In a world that's not built for us, sometimes imagining ourselves in a fictional world that we love can be really comforting and even inspiring in some cases.

You've probably noticed that Sawyer is holding his notebook in all of the last three screenshots, which is also something I'd like to get into. Not only is his notebook a crucial part of his character, but it's also a security item. Pika and I both have security items of our own, namely our phones and our favourite Pokemon plushies, which helps bring us a lot of much-needed comfort. In episode 75, we see just how panicked Sawyer gets when he temporarily loses his notebook, which quickly leads to him becoming depressed.

We know that he values his notebook deeply because it contains all he's learned on his journey, as well as an autograph from Steven Stone. But if you look deeper, it becomes clear that it's even more to him than that. He holds his notebook close to his heart, both metaphorically and literally. He hugs it after receiving approval from Ash (which I'll also get to later) Heck, he even attached his Key Stone to it! He cherishes this notebook like it's his baby, and we find that so adorable and relatable!

Okay, now it's time to get into what's arguably the saddest part of his character: his constant need of approval from others. Pika and I, as well as countless other autistic people, are no strangers to self-doubt, especially in a world where we can't meet a lot of people's expectations. Sawyer likely grew up feeling this way too, which would explain why he's always seeking Ash's approval, since Ash is the one he looks up to the most. Throughout the series, Sawyer's constantly trying desperately to catch up to him. What's even more heartbreaking is that even after he beats Ash, he still needs reassurance from him that he's become strong 🥺

And to make matters worse, he's constantly masking his frustration whenever he fails to beat Ash. The autistic community is definitely no stranger to masking either.

It's not until the episode after his Kalos League battle with Ash when we finally see Sawyer breaking down. All those hours of training to catch up to Ash only led to him losing again in their most important battle yet. He was devastated, but he couldn't show that in front of Ash out of fear of being judged. Once he and Sceptile were alone, however, Sawyer was finally able to let out all the built-up frustration. And oh boy, was it emotional to watch...

But being the resilient trainer he is, Sawyer quickly dried off his tears and reaffirmed his desire to become stronger.

It takes a lot of strength to bounce back from something like this. I also went through a lot of inner turmoil around the time XYZ was airing. But seeing Sawyer bounce back like this inspired me to keep going, and make it through the rest of that year with Sawyer as my main source of comfort.

Needless to say, I see a lot of myself in Sawyer, and so does Pika. Not only is he relatable, but his story is also a great reminder that no matter how bad things feel in the moment, we can always make it out the other side. This is an important message for a lot of people, especially within the autistic community.

Even after all these years, I still find lots of comfort in Sawyer, and I know that'll last for many more years to come 💚

[ikanasocking]

Gaining new insight

Up ahead will be a stroy cotaining: weight gain and socks tf. Not a fan? Maybe nothing for you :) Now enjoy my new story:

The days went ahead without any new events. Kyle and Thomas just live their lives as roommates in their apartment. Nothing was out of the ordinary. From the outside you saw Kyle as a nerdy guy who spend his days in front of a computer screen. Rarely seen outside the flat. His blonde hair were always a little bit messy. But he paid no mind about his outer appearance. He loved food and that showed a lot around his middle section. He was not just a little bit chubby. You could say he was straight up fat. It took a lot of effort to get up from his gaming chair and go into the kitchen, for the next meal.

Thomas on the other hand kept his body in check. He was just an average guy who spent most of his time reading books or attending some football games from time to time. By all means he was no athlete at all. But at least he was doing something. His brown hair was long and always in good shape. He washed it nearly every day. Like that he was paying a lot of mind to what people were thinking of him. How he looked or how he behaved.

When both guys went to collage they met for the first time in this particular flat. At the beginning they tried to get to know each other better, but decided, that they had not so much in common. So they just lived side by side, without interacting a lot. At least that was what you could see from outside. If you would take a closer looks, Thomas was hiding a secret from his flatmate. And that was a love. A love for his socks. He had no idea why. If you would ask him, he would tell you that he could only love women. And this was correct to some extent. He had no hots for any men. But their socks, that was another thing. It was embarrassing for him to talk about it, so he did it in secret. From time to time, he would take socks from Kyle. Wearing them, using them for other things or just enjoying the smell. Kyle was oblivious to this fact. He would not even care, since he was not interested in anything else then his games.

Many more weeks went by and exams were due. After the last of them, Thomas was feeling relieved and happy that he got through it. The results were still to come but right now he could not do anything else then wait. Kyle was doing the same. He was lucky, he did not have to study. Hearing stuff was enough for him to memorize it and pass everything with flying colors. Back in the flat, both guys went to their rooms and minded their own business. Thomas was reading and Kyle was browsing the internet for nothing in particular. He just went from link to link. Until one ad caught his attention.

“If you could make one wish come true, what would it be? Try our new wish granting website. It will change your life!”

Curios and amused he clicked on the ad and expected to find a site full or commercials for all kind of different stuff. But nothing like this popped up. Instead a blank site with just the phrase: state your wish and an empty box below it. Kyle thought that it was all a joke and just went on with it.

“I wish for a roommate who understands me”, he typed in and waited.

After a short delay the site reloaded and another texted popped up.

“Wish granted.”

Kyle laughed and thought nothing of it. He closed the site and went to bed. Thomas was doing the same. The next day, Thomas woke up with an unusual headache. He got up and went into the bathroom. He washed his faced and looked at himself. Nothing out of the ordinary. He did not even look paler than usual. Strange. Maybe it was just the stress he had the last weeks. His stomach growled and he felt like he had not eaten in weeks.

“Time for breakfast”, he thought and went into the kitchen. The fridge was nearly empty. Only some sweet stuff that Kyle normally kept there.

“He will not be up for another three hours and I can go get something new for him, before he even notices.”

So Thomas began to stuff his face with the sweets. It tasted better than he expected. Usually he hated sweet stuff. But today it tasted different. He could understand why Kyle ate so much of this stuff. But sooner then he would have wanted to, it was all gone. But his hunger was still not sated. So he went shopping. Replaced the stuff he took from Kyle and bought a lot more things. And so his eating started again. After a few hours he was sated and looked around. He saw the amount he ate and was surprised. How could he eat so much all of the sudden? He was shocked and decided it was time to go jogging. He cleaned up, changed his cloths and went out.

Right when Kyle woke up. He just heard the door closing. He was too lazy to get up and so he stayed in bed. After exact an hour, Thomas came back. He was sweaty and out of breath. With all the food in his body it was harder than usual. But coming back, his hunger was awakened again.  But he knew there was not much left in the fridge. He took a shower and went to Kyle’s door. He knocked.

“Yeah?” was the answer.

“I am going to the grocery store. You want something?”

Kyle told his friend some stuff he could get him and Thomas left the house. This time he bought a lot more food and filled the fridge to the brim.  So he began eating again. The weeks went by and Thomas was discovering a lot of changes. His hunger was only the beginning. Next was his interests that shifted to video games. He noticed that he was chatting with Kyle about his games from time to time. Thomas was feeling lazier and lazier by the day. He stopped going out for jogs or anything else. And became more and more like Kyle. He understood why Kyle like his life so much. And another thing that he was noticing. His belly was gradually growing. First just a little bit. But with the time it became clearer and clearer. Every new pound was a new sensation for Thomas. He never imagined it would feel so good, having his body jiggling with every step. Another week went by and finally Kyle and Thomas were playing games together. And one more week later, Thomas came clear about his embarrassing secret. Kyle seemed to not care at all. He was just happy, that he had someone who understood him and was playing games with him. Until one day, a friend of Thomas visited them, since he had not heard anything of him. He was disgusted when he saw what had become of Thomas.

“Boy, what did you do to yourself? Did you eat someone? You look like a disgusting pig.”

Thomas was hit hard with these words. The opinion of his friends were important for him. But he wanted to feel good as he was. This was him. He just never admitted to it. The next day’s Kyle did neither see nor heard anything of Thomas. He was just in his room and was thinking about his life. Kyle was desperate to help his friend. He went through his browser history and found the wish granting site. He still thought that it was just a joke, but he wanted to make Thomas feel better. So he send him the link with a message.

“Maybe you will feel better, if you can wish for the pain to go away. It is worth a try.”

Thomas received the message and smiled. Kyle was such a sweet heart. He thanked him and opened the site.  He knew exactly what he wanted to wish for.

“I wish to be have more supportive friends.”

The site granted his wish. Thomas was already feeling better. He went over to Kyle and talked to him, while taking care of his beautiful socked feet.

A few weeks went by and suddenly Thomas friend was at their door again.

“What do you want? Want to make fun of me again?” he asked.

“I am sorry that I was such a jerk.”

Surprised Thomas asked him to come in and went to his room.

“You are sorry?”

“Yes. I was just, I don’t know. Shocked isn’t even the right word. Surprised and jealous. You can live your live like you want. While I am still stuck at thinking too much about the opinion of others. I am truly sorry. Can I make it up to you?”

Thomas was totally flashed by this. He never thought his friend would say something like this.

“I don’t know” he said, in total awe.

“Maybe I can give you a foot rub?”

With that his friend reached for his feet. Today, Thomas was wearing Kyle’s socks. Just like nearly every day. Since he told Kyle about it, they shared their socks. When his friend’s hands made contact with the socks, a strange sensation hit him. It was like he wanted to be these socks? Yeah that was right. He just did not want to, he needed to be Thomas socks. This was the only way he could make it up to him. Furiously he began to rub his hands up and down. Until he noticed something. His hands were fusing with the cotton. Yeah that was it. The beginning of being his friend’s most supportive friend. Slowly his body began to be engulfed by the cotton. The feeling was indescribable. Like he was not only turning to cotton. He was a living being inside it. Finally it was time to give up his human form and he was sucked in completely into the socks. With that Thomas looked around, not remembering what he was doing. He did not remember his friend who was now trapped as his socks for the rest of his live. The site granted his wish, just not in a way, that Thomas would have expected it. Now he had only supportive friends. Kyle, who was there for him. And the other one who were his socks or better their socks. Thomas wasted no time going over to Kyle for another sock playing session. His socks were eager to experience this and could not wait to be used by both boys, who now owned him.

[lythea-creation]

Caught on Camera - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 8)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: none

word count: 1.186

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When I woke up in the morning I immediately noticed that the space next to me was empty. Apparently Shams had already left.

I was torn between the urge to look for her and the urge to take a shower first. Considering how dirty I was feeling I decided for a shower and got dressed in some of Shams' clothes, hoping that she would not be mad. I was not too eager to get back in uniform.

When I left her room and moved upstairs I could already hear some chatting and laughing, followed by a delicious smell.

Shams and Omar where sitting at the kitchen table while an unfamiliar woman, most likely their mom, was making breakfast.

Shams flashed me a smile as soon as she saw me, leading her brother to raise an eyebrow.

“I didn't know you could smile”, he teased her, a big grin planted on his face.

“Oh, shut up!”, she demanded and slapped his shoulder.

“Good morning, (f/n). Shams already told me that you're here. I'm Nayan. Nice to have you here”, she greeted me.

“Thanks”, I replied, suddenly feeling shy.

It should not be a big deal. After all she was just a mom of a friend. But after last night Shams' and my relationship was somehow feeling more intimate than that of a casual friend.

“I already thought you'd miss breakfast”, Shams proposed. “Didn't wanna wake you up though.”

I sat down next to her as Omar was sitting across from her, while sending her a small smile as a reply.

“Oh, by the way, (f/n). Ali told me that he wanted to message you, but that he didn't have your number. Do you mind?”, Omar wondered.

For a second Shams' face fell, but she quickly hid it again. Maybe I had just imagined it.

“Nah. I don't have insta or tiktok. But Shams can give you my number. Although you can tell him right away that I'm not interested in any more than friendship”, I declared.

“Alright. I'll tell him”, he assured me.

“So what are you all up to today?”, Nayan inquired as she placed all the food on the table.

“This looks delicious. Thank you”, I proclaimed.

“It's nothing really”, she brushed it off.

I could not even remember the last time my mom had made breakfast for me. So it kinda was a big deal.

“I'm gonna study and later meet up with the guys”, Omar announced while digging into breakfast.

“Do you wanna hang out today?”, Shams asked me.

“Sure. I'll text my mom, if you can get me a charger. My phone died on me”, I pointed out.

We all continued talking during breakfast and afterwards cleaned everything up together. To my surprise I enjoyed doing chores for once. It was a whole different thing when you were spending time together while doing it.

“So what do you wanna do?”, Shams questioned back in her room.

My phone was already charging by now.

“Let's finish the school project first. So we won't have to think about that anymore. Then we can do something fun”, I suggested.

Knowing that we would hang out after finishing was a great motivator for me, leading to seemingly endless concentration.

After one more hour we were finally done with the project, putting everything away contently.

“I'm beat”, Shams declared. “How about some video games?”

“Oh yeah”, I agreed excited. “What do you have?”

We settled on a car racing game. Shams was incredibly good at it.

“Finished”, she announced once again.

“How do you do that so fast?”, I complained.

“Not that hard”, she claimed, a teasing grin on her face.

I should have kept my eyes on the road because I ended up crashing my car, thanks to looking at her.

“You should probably practice some more though”, she suggested, her voice dripping with amusement.

“Yeah, I get it! I'm just a hopeless case”, I half-joked.

“How about some other game then?”, Shams questioned.

But no matter how many games we tried, Shams always won. No matter how hard I tried and how relaxed she appeared.

“So what is it with you and Ali?”, Shams asked casually.

“We just talked at Omar's party. That's all”, I brushed it off. “Why?”

“Just curious”, she claimed.

Suddenly my phone started ringing, ripping me out of the flow of the game. Of course it had to be now out of all times when I was finally getting the upper hand for once.

I put my controller aside and hurried over to my phone to accept the call.

“Hey, mom”, I greeted her.

“Hey, sorry to bother you, (f/n). But could you come home and help me with the garden, please? Tasmana is on vacation, remember? And you know I always ruin the garden. It already looks horrendous. It can't wait any longer”, she ranted.

“Okay, mom. Calm down. It's alright. Can you pick me up though?”, I requested.

“Of course! I'll be right there”, she declared and hung up.

I sighed. “I gotta head out”, I enlightened Shams.

Her smile quickly fell. “Oh, okay.”

“I'll bring your clothes to school if that's alright”, I suggested, already grabbing my backpack.

“Sure. I'll accompany you to the door”, she remarked.

I said goodbye to Nayan on the way out. Omar was probably in his room as I did not see him anywhere around.

Shams followed me outside, waiting with me for my mom.

“Shams”, I called out her name, taking a deep breath to gather my courage. “Thank you for last night. You know … comforting me like that. Nobody's ever done that and you were there for me so many times already. I still feel like a jerk for treating you so badly before. You really deserve better.”

Her dark eyes met mine. “I didn't do that much. And you changed and apologized. There's nothing more you can do. So apology accepted”, she noted.

As none of us was breaking eye-contact, we were simply staring at each other.

The space between us was shrinking as my heart was bumping against my chest.

The vibration in my pocked startled me so much that I literally jumped backwards, almost falling over in the process.

“I'm here. Are you coming out?”, my mom wondered.

She could not see us because the gate was closed.

“On my way”, I promised and hung up again.

“See you at school then”, Shams stated.

I nodded and sent her a quick smile followed by a short “bye” before heading to the car.

I had not imagined the tension between us, right?

“Hey”, my mom greeted me once again. “Are you okay? Your face is really red. Are you getting a fever?”

“I'm fine”, I mumbled, my head full of questions.

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Last Chapter

Finally the next chapter! I hope it was worth the wait. Just so you know, your messages are the reason I'm posting this already. If you hadn't texted me, the chapter wouldn't be ready rn. So if you like to read something, writing comments, messages and asks is the best way to get it asap. And I'm always happy when you tell me that you enjoy my stories.

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[blazescompendium]

So, i have been studying a lot of Celtic Mythology lately...

Specifically Irish Mythology, by the works of Charles Squire, specifically.

And learning about the Thuatha De Dannan, and the war against the Fomorians was a blast for most of the time. Lugh is really bad ass and Dagda is such a goofer. My favorite part of his myth, is that part when he gets a comically large spoon and drinks a lot of soup. Yeah, i am not making this up...

This kinda made me apreciate more of the Doi designs for Apocalypse. I preffer Beta Dagda, but i came to apreciate the current design a lot more. Dannu is great in both her beta and current design, while others like Nuanda and Ogma are comically stuck to Demi kids, and Brigit weirdly did not received a redesign along with Dagda and Danu for Apocalypse, even if she is his daughter and very important to his character as a whole, in irish Mythology.

Beta Dagda and current Dagda.

You can see that clearly they suffered the same design idea as Odin, trying to make it look more like a ''marvel'' hero, if that makes any sense. Like, they try to mix a clearly humanoid and familiar figure with artificial and mechanical traits. Personally, i like this! But i often thought that Doi's Dagda went too much on this route, while it looks cool, it ends up not looking much as the myth depicts.

Danu is another thing entirely. It is funny how scholars are not even sure if there was a goddess called Danu, and theorize she was created in latest centuries by christian scholars. Danu wa supposed to be a motherly goddess for the Irish Pantheon, the one who gave birth to their group: The Tuatha De Dannan. In reality, Danu was most likely proposed later, when they were trying to make sense of the name Tuatha De Dannan, which they explained that it meant they were the ''People of the Goddess Danu''.

Of course, this is debated to this day. And if you read the myths (like i have been doing for a while) you will notice that Danu is absent even in big moments, as the war against the Fomorians or the arrival of humans in Ireland. It really felt as if she was just there, inserted. But anyways, both of her beta design and Doi current's design are great. Although in this case, i am more inclined to her Beta design.

Brigit, Dagda's daughter did not received a Doi redesign for the new game, and seemed to serve no role in the end product. However, she does have a side quest in SMT IV, where Flynn and gang helps her to get her father's signature Cauldron, to help and revive Danu and the Thuata the Dannan. Which actually happens in the sequel, Apocalypse where those really appears.

Brigit is a fire goddess, but also of other things which i am lazy to explain now, but i gotta say i really enjoy her Kaneko original design!

I will probably come back to talk how Dagda's wife ended up creating the perfect storm to birth Fionn McCool as a hero, or how Lugh ascended to the throne of the Tuatha De Dannan, but for now i gotta say that Irish Mythology is very rich and interesting and i am glad authors like John Rhys and Charles Squire worked hard to make their legacy alive today!

[hokkyokusei]

Characters' body proportions, "long legs syndrome" or why some people create hatred for the sake of hatred

First, let me explain to people who may not understand how proportions work in drawing.

I also want to remind you of a simple truth: change is not bad. Note: I took extra art classes in elementary school for 4 years and then completed 5 art classes(years) at art school. During my last years of study I had the most wonderful teachers. Still love one of these teachers so much.

And that is why I am sure that what is now considered a trend and supposedly the norm is a VERY BIG mistake.

I've noticed a trend of hate towards Onmyoji's game developers, and while I agree with some of their f#ck-ups, I still want to remind you that there are PEOPLE LIKE US working there. Hateful comments are not constructive criticism!

So who here thinks that the characters supposedly have “long legs syndrome”? Where and how did you get this information and who told you THAT THIS IS TRUE?

I was just furious when I read this nonsense on Weibo, the worst thing is that people don’t even understand this and blindly believe it! Don't blindly believe everything the Internet gives you! You can always check for yourself or find people who understand this topic!

Today I found out that the art team has changed and we can actually see that this seems to be true as the latest designs have changed.

I see a bunch of accusations and dissatisfaction against the developers that they draw incorrectly. Again, has anyone seen a sensible answer other than just a comparison of heights compared to previous works?

Secondly, I want to break down this stupid idea of long leg syndrome in characters.

The correct proportions in drawing are considered to be 7-8 heads from head to toe.

Hair growth, heels, levitation and other attributes are absolutely NOT taken into account. Only the skull and so the heads need to be counted 7-8.

There are times when artists can draw up to 9 heads in height. For example, big heroes.

Individual haracteristics, injuries (for example, a hernia in the back will make the height shorter, too tall growth will slightly change the proportions) must be taken into account.

The people “with long legs syndrome” are you and I look like in reality. Frequently, this is a European type of appearance. Asians, for example, have lower butts than Europeans (tested on Koreans lol), that’s why they think that our legs are longer, although they are also beautiful in proportion.

But another fun fact: we don’t have ideal proportions, because our fingers, arms, legs, etc. are longer and shorter by a few millimeters invisible to us.

But we're talking about basic anatomy in drawing, right? Teenagers and children have different proportions, but since they were not compared, I won’t describe them here; if you’re interested, you can find them on the Internet.

Proportions also differ between men and women.

+ in humans, proportions change with age.

For those who compare with the old character models in the game: Apparently, the art team has changed. So now they do what they want. And they do it competently and correctly in terms of proportions in the drawing. I don't judge past artists; Every creative person sees things differently. But the game continues to develop and this is ABSOLUTELY normal and natural. I don't think that old models will be remade for the sake of correct proportions, they will be optimized, but not completely remade in a new way. I think it's cool, kind of showing respect to those who originally worked on the character model.

People suffer every day and express their hatred online. I do not defend the mistakes of the developers, but I also ask you not to incite hatred everywhere without understanding the topic well.

Also remember that sometimes mistakes happen. As one wonderful mangaka said when asked about the difference in the height of characters on different pages of the manga: there was an uneven floor somewhere!

I hope this post has helped you and now you see things from a different perspective. If you have questions, you can ask them here or in DM.

And if you have the chance, send this post to people who believe in "long legs syndrome" characters, or send them to the Internet to google information about correct proportions (o˘◡˘o)

[stromuprisahat]

Slightly incoherent The Witcher S02 rant

(Finished and posted two years later with no Starbucks involved...)

They’re trying so hard to be The Next Game of Thrones, they’re erasing everything that makes The Witcher special. Things are changed unnecessarily, *new* *original* storylines added- much simpler and inferior to source material.

There’s a lack of ~variety~ of dangers. Different kinds, different degrees... It’s all life-threatening, fatal. The writers forgot some things can be dangerous only thanks to specific circumstances. Leshy in the woods can be just that- monster living in witchers’ keep’s backyard, not some weird parasite trying to murder or transform all the witchers.

Another trend I've noticed is "No rest for the heroes.". Characters aren't allowed to have a place and/or time to develop without preasure. The most peaceful part of Ciri's story got turned into parade of incompetent, inconsiderate idiots. It’s the same issue I had with first season of Shadow and Bone, where MC's studies and integration into new enviroment got struck out. Both were lacking "action". Both got cut short and re-written to be more "eventful". In both cases the story AND characters suffered. Characters aren’t developed, they become changed. Netflix seems to have a pattern, and- considering second season of S&B- doesn’t learn from its previous terrible results.

Another huge issue is pacing. The whole season feels like it happened in a week, when Blood of Elves took more than a season of the year.

“I know someone...” As it turned out, we all do.

When we’re at things I hate, there’s the trend of connecting EVERYTHING. You have a minor part to fill? Give it to one of already existing characters to make their path more eventful and memorable. What happened to random soldier, corpse no. 54 or anonymous inkeeper in shithole MC’s just passing through? You don't constantly cross ways with the same three people! Make the world real by houndreds of faces you'll never see again! It’s like the creators didn’t notice this is a TV show, not a video game, where you have to animate every different feature, so more NPC with the same faces are to be expected.

I also dislike the trend of giving some storylines to one-off side characters or making new things up just to make them important enough to keep them around (Istredd, Dara, Stregobor). Why can't you accept some people appear, fuck up your life and you never see them again? Are they pushed to keep some actors around?

The books are mostly following Geralt’s and Ciri’s story, but not exclusively. Show offers a chance to add more background politics, wider picture. Instead they bait us with well-known, already beloved characters that get reduced to something they’re not. I’ve made a separate post about Francesca Findababair, but they didn’t treat Philippa any better. Instead of a badass, crucial for the plot, the intelligence behind Redanian Intelligence, she’s just an owl. Dijkstra’s messanger to keep in touch with some sad little elf kid.

Voleth Mier disaster

There isn’t more genric evil creature in fantasy than “demon”. Then they call it “Mother of Evil”? She’s feeding on fear? I’m starting to suspect someone in the writing room has some serious mommy issues. ... and no imagination.

Apparently Blood of Elves without a final boss fight is too boring to adapt faithfully. There’s no time to increase the stakes gradually. Every season needs to end with a BANG!

Shared dreams? Why is there the need to connect everything even more to make it MORE important and SPECIAL and INTERESTING?

Vesemir and the rest of Kaer Morons

Why the fuck is Coën Wolf, not Griffin? Remember how I talked about unnecessary changes? Why bother keeping names, when everything else is different?

Eskel didn’t deserve this shit. The writers are counting on our pre-existing knowledge of his relationship with Geralt, so his death has at least some impact. Zero effort on their part, merely one (1) flashback. The Wolf funeral is plain stupid, while supposed to look "cool". a.) There isn't many witchers, they tend to die on the Path. b.) I'm sure the mutations just make the witchers tastier. No side effects. c.) Eskel was a fucking tree. Did the wolves just use him as a fancy chewing toy?

Lambs is a dick, but a dick, who loves his family. Not a bully picking on young traumatized girls.

Vesemir’s probably the second worst, considering the whole mischaracterization mess. They’ve changed friendly grandpa into "Let us use Ciri to make more witchers". Not OOC at all.

The writers also kinda missed the whole point of only four witchers living in the gigantic keep, but never mind that...

Why do they bother looking for new stories, when they just grind it into homogenic crap corresponding with The Pattern™?

Since when are witchers training in temples? (So much for neutrality...) And where's the chubby Slavic panímáma? Melitele's tample was about healing and herbs, not magic, that's Yennefer's storyline. Yes, it matters. It completely changes the perspective.

Since there’s no emotional build-up for anything, creators went for low-haging fruit. But Roach had to die for more reasons. Aside from the obvious (Horses aren’t immortal and we can’t kill the bard.), it’s the perfect way to get Geralt on gorgeous black Friesian. Y'no, because other horses are never so cool. And the Hero™ can't ride just some chestnut these days... Don't get me wrong, I love Friesians since I was a child, but this trend is beyond annoying.

Why change 14th of the hill? That’s Triss’ storyline and passing it on Yennefer served absolutely nothing.

Then we have Rience, who is for some reason super powerful- not only he doesn't have a problem drawing from fire, he can teleport to witcher's keep? Place full of magic, the very same one that's hard to find and he's never been to? Compare with game!plot, where Lambert’s dimetrium bombs messed with Yennefer’s magic enough for her not to be able to call someone.

There should be a list of banned words, or words and phrases that are often overused: power, protect, save, curse(d), fault, ~ needs you. ~I~ need you., Together. *meaningful pause*, You can fight this., glowy eyes = evil, suicidal self-sacrifice, not perfect but real, family, I beliiiiieve in you., force, darkness...

Sorry, but using a quote from one of the strongest moments of Blood of Elves in completely different situation will NOT give you extra points. Quite contrary. This is how you ruin one of he best parts of the books- by holding a sword to your SO's (who's been through some serious shit) neck.

Honorable mention of Emhyr var AnotherDumbVillain, for publicly proclaiming Ciri’s his daughter ...now the whole Nilfgaard knows what he wants. Stupid and the easiest way to let his enemies’ spies know just HOW much is she valuable.

Things I liked about this season: Tris and Ciri's meeting, Vereena, Yenneskíer chemistry

If there’s one thing second season of The Witcher taught me, it’s “Keep your expectations low, you’re gonna be let down anyway.”.

[jasonchois]

[male, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [JASON CHOI]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [CHA EUNWOO]. You must be the [TWENTY-SIX] year old [MODEL/YOUTUBER]. Word is you’re [CHARISMATIC] but can also be a bit [STUBBORN] and your favorite song is [TALK BY KHALID]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it (rei, they/them, 25+, EST) @aurorabayaesthetic

Basic Information ✰

Full Name: Jason Choi Nickname(s): Pronouns: he/him Age: Twenty-Six Date of Birth: October 20th Sexual Preference: Bisexual Status: Single Zodiac Sign: Libra

Appearance ✰

Faceclaim & Voice Claim: Cha Eunwoo Hair Colour: Naturally Black, sometimes dyes it depending on his mood Eye Colour: Brown Height: 5'10 Tattoos: a rose tattooed on his shoulder that he got to represent his mother Piercings: Double helix piercings on his right ear, a upper lobe Distinguishing Features: Mole under his right eye. A dimple that appears on the right side of his mouth when he smiles. Style: Comfy and casual, sometimes fancy and proper if the occasion calls for it. Wears a necklace a lot of the time. One who usually prides himself on being fashionable

Personality ✰

Positive Traits: Empathetic, Independent, Intuitive, Sincere, Insightful, Romantic, Confident, Perfectionist, Calm, Flirty Negative Traits: Sarcastic, Stubborn, Blunt, Overcritical, Guarded, Gets Jealous, Can seem cold at first glance, Can be overprotective Fears: Rejection, Failure, Losing a loved one, Leaving a bad impression, Being forgotten

Likes: Dancing, Video games, Reading, Listening to Music, Motorcycles, Traveling, Spending time outside, The color blue, Photography, Animals, Collecting, Art, Writing, Learning new things Dislikes: Sweating, Insects, Loud noises, Losing control, Loneliness, Being unprepared, Ugly clothes, Sloppiness Habits: Lip biting, Lip licking, Jaw clenching, Running his hand through his hair,

Family ✰

Father: Choi Doyun Mother: Erica Collins Sibling(s): Lisa Choi Children: None Pet(s): None at the moment

Favorites ✰

Ice cream flavor: Strawberry Food: Hamburgers Time of the day / night:  Night Season: Spring/Fall Holiday: Halloween Animal: Fox bats and cats Color: Blue Scent: Vanilla and Strawberry Musician/band: Likes too many to pick

Other Information

Education: Did most of his school in Seoul before finishing up in New York City. Doesn't usually mention the schools he went to at all. Bio ✰

Jason was born in New York City to Choi Doyun and Erica Collins. His family moved to Seoul when he was 3 years old so he could learn more about his heritage there and learn the language better. His sister was born a few months later, just after Jason started school. While in Seoul, Jason found himself adoring the models on the covers of magazines and dreamed of doing that himself whenever he got the chance. He didn't think his parents would be all for the idea but it didn't stop him from dreaming even while he studied hard.

As the years went on, Jason brushed up on making a modeling portfolio as well as started uploading on YouTube. He wanted to be able to make videos that he was sure other's would enjoy. Usually it was vlog like content but he in-cooperated other activities like gaming whenever he got the chance. He just wanted to show off all his interests and hoped others enjoyed it in some way. The attention didn't start coming till he got to college which he found himself moving back to New York to finish up.

His first modeling gig came to him after he was scouted on the street by a company that he had admired for awhile. He learned a lot and even though it wasn't a huge modeling gig, it opened doors. Soon he got to appear on billboards and even magazines which he only dreamed of. Even got invites to model in runways for big names in the fashion industry. Though even with all this happening, he still uploaded on YouTube when he could, not wanting to give up on his channel and disappear on his audience.

He later moved to Aurora Bay where he resides now. He's still grinding away with his work but tries his best not to burn himself out. He's taking every chance he can to make new relationships in a new area as well as focus on keeping in touch with his family as well. He's just doing what he can not to stay in his own bubble. He's often found around somewhere or in his home.

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15 Questions Tag Game

I've been tagged by the excellent @cat-esper! Thanks for the tag! The purpose of the tag game is to answer 15 questions, either as your OC or as yourself. I'll be doing this for one of my OCs from To Not Falling Off Cliffs, as determined by dice roll. The dice has decided on....

Tiffany!

But first, the no pressure tags! I'll be tagging @autumnalwalker, @chauceryfairytales, @deanwax, @the-down-upside-finch, and open tag!

Now, onto the questions!

You're a reporter for a local newspaper of a small town, The Portside Ramble. You've been tasked to find an interesting resident to interview, though your boss has prewritten the questions. The most interesting person you can think of is that reaper dressed in gold living in that lighthouse on the edge of town. Rumor has it she was present at the sinking of the Titanic.

You've knocked on her door, half expecting her not to be home, half expecting her to turn you away. But she answered and did not hide her delight at the prospect of an interview. She introduced herself as Tiffany.

You're now sitting on her couch, darjeeling tea sitting in front of you in a dainty porcelain cup. Next to it is a golden dish upon which oreos are neatly arranged. Tiffany sits across from you, sipping tea. This is the first time an interviewee has treated you to tea and oreos. You clear your throat and begin.

Are you named after anyone?

"In a sense. The name I was given was not plucked from thin air; it has human origins. Whether I am named after a particular human or all humans called Tiffany, I do not know."

When was the last time you cried?

She pauses, tilting her skull, empty eyesockets staring at you. Your boss was not aware that you were interviewing a reaper. You give her a nervous smile. Eventually, she answers.

"I lack the necessary biology to cry. So, never."

Do you have kids?

The angle at which Tiffany's skull is tilting grows more acute. You suddenly wish you told your boss who you intended to interview. You awkwardly eat an oreo.

"I... also lack the necessary biology for that. And adoption is not an option for my kind. So, no."

Do you use sarcasm?

She straightens her skull and takes a sip of tea before answering.

"When the occasion calls for it. Overuse can be grating, but when applied correctly sacrasm can be quite fun," she pauses, before adding grimly, "And a useful tool."

What's the first thing you notice about others?

"Aesthetic choices they make in their appearance. It can be quite fascinating. Why that shirt? Why that lipstick? Why that swagger? The answers can tell quite the story."

What's your eye color?

Tiffany doesn't tilt her head this time. Instead she just gives you a hard stare with her empty eyesockets.

"What colour do you think they are?"

You scribble down "N/A."

Scary stories or happy endings?

Tiffany covers her mouth with her hand. She has no lips and "lacks the necessary biology" to smile, but you are given the impression that she is trying to hide one.

"I know plenty of scary stories that have happy endings. But, to answer your question, my favourite stories are the ones that end in tragedy. To see complex plots, flawed heroes, and conniving villains all collide, to see the inevitable slowly unfurl. It feels larger than life. I often find myself at the edge of my chair."

Any special talents?

"I am quite adept at ballroom dancing."

Where were you born?

"Somewhere in the Narrow Seas, not far from Normandy."

What are your hobbies?

"I have already mentioned ballroom dancing. I also enjoy the study of law, fashion design, fencing - though today's fencing is a bit trite for my tastes - birdwatching, marine biology, and hiking - though my version of hiking requires one to be able to hold their breath for hours at a time."

Do you have any pets?

"No."

What sports do you play/have played?

"I have already mentioned ballroom dancing, the study of law, and fencing."

How tall are you?

"Four feet and nine inches in imperial. One hundred and forty-nine centimeters in metric."

Favorite subject in school?

"I have never been taught in a school. Their structures are too rigid for my area of... work. But, law and biology have been my favourite areas of academic study."

Dream job?

"I sometimes wish I could be an actress - not one of your Hollywood actresses - but for stageplays. To feel the heat of the limelight, hundreds of eyes on me as I recite a soliloquy..."

Tiffany leans back and sighs wistfully.

"...but there is no point in wishing on what cannot be. I am content with my... current occupation."

With the questions answered, you finish tea with Tiffany, making small talk regarding the species of gulls in the area. You then leave to submit the interview to your boss. It is the third most popular edition of the Portside Ramble printed.