#desure

[mushbones]

oh i missed this

[lilithofpenandbook]

Do they seriously think we don't know this about him? Do they think we're so purity-obsessed that we'd immediately recoil in disgust and hunt for a new, purer character to love?

We love him because of these messy, ugly parts of his nature. Because he's literally human. And because we are capable of actually having understanding for people who've been through hell and have come out completely burnt up. And also, because we've actually got the braincells to realise that maybe, just maybe, the kid that's being abused in every other area of his life will probably adapt to the place and people he's literally gonna sleep in and live in simply because he needs to survive. He had no place among the Slytherins to call them out. Nor is he going to weaken himself to Lily and say 'yeah, it's nasty, but I can't exactly not support them because then I'm next' (because she's going to bash him even more).

And frankly I do not blame him for those prejudices when the muggles in his life were abusive pieces of shit, and those who supported muggleborns them were also abusive pieces of shit. And anyone who says they wouldn't end up exactly like him had they gone through exactly what he did is a liar- because you'd have ended up worse.

"oh, but Harry didn't-" Did Harry go through exactly what Snape did? No, he did not. He had no where near the level of isolation or abuse Snape went through, and even then he was still capable of being a complete arse to the people around him! Because he was human. Ron went through even less than Harry, really, but he still had so many issues that people get annoyed by him, and he is a bit of a shitty person at times! Because he's human. None of them are saints!

And every single of them would have ended up exactly like Snape had they walked in his shoes.

Snape had every single reason to just burn the world down. He had no reason to even try to save the wizarding world, the world that despised him and didn't welcome him despite their blood being what isolated him from the muggle world.

But he did it anyway.

And I do not care that he, at 15 for goodness's sake, was defending his dormmates' actions despite their severity. Because he was just a kid, and he had to fit in somewhere. And he wasn't gonna condemn the people who might have been the only people who probably didn't abuse him, was he?

Ok, but what about the fact that Snape was a complete hypocrite? He openly looked down on Muggles and Muggle-borns. When his friends cursed someone, he had no problem with it. And he didn’t hold back from making nasty comments about them either. Lily didn’t like the fact that he hung out with them, but he didn’t care—he brushed it off as ‘just a joke.’ Yet he expected Lily to stay away from the Marauders. He showed some pretty nasty tendencies even as a kid.

Oh, so now we’re pretending people aren’t shaped by their environment? That kids don’t absorb the biases of the world they grow up in? That someone who’s been abused, neglected, and ostracized isn’t going to develop warped coping mechanisms, internal contradictions, or, I don’t know, cognitive dissonance?

Let’s break this down like you’re five.

Severus grew up in an abusive household, with a neglectful Muggle father who likely hated everything about magic, and a mother who was a beaten-down, powerless witch. His entire experience with the Muggle world was pain, humiliation, and isolation. Of course he gravitated toward the magical world as an escape. And when the magical world itself was split into factions, he latched onto the side that promised him power, belonging, and a way to finally matter.

Do you think that kind of upbringing magically (pun intended) turns someone into a well-adjusted, morally pristine human being? That he would just wake up one day and unlearn all the resentment and bitterness that had been drilled into him since childhood? That he, a literal outcast, would immediately reject the ideology of the only people who accepted him? Because news flash—that's not how human psychology works.

And yes, cognitive dissonance exists. People hold contradictory beliefs all the time, especially when those beliefs are shaped by pain, trauma, and survival instincts. Snape genuinely loved Lily, yet he still harbored prejudice. He despised the Marauders for tormenting him, yet he didn’t think twice when his own friends tormented others. Because people—brace yourself—are not consistent. They rationalize, they compartmentalize, they act on emotion rather than reason.

And this is where the real irony kicks in: you whine about Snape being a hypocrite, but fail to see that this very hypocrisy is what makes him a well-written, deeply human character. You act like contradictions in a person’s mindset invalidate them, when in reality, they’re what define us. People change, people regret, people make mistakes. The difference between a shallow, black-and-white character and a rich, layered one is that the latter struggles with these contradictions instead of magically overcoming them in a neat little redemption arc that makes you feel comfortable.

So yes, Snape was prejudiced. He was bitter. He was deeply, tragically flawed. But he was also capable of love, remorse, and change. He spent decades working against the ideology he once clung to, sacrificing everything—including his dignity, his safety, and ultimately his life—because he realized he had been wrong.

And that? That’s what makes him more compelling than any of the one-dimensional "good guys" who never had to fight their own demons. That’s what makes him more interesting than the people who had privilege, support, and love, yet still acted like assholes just for fun.

So go ahead and clutch your pearls over "hypocrisy," but just know that all you’re doing is proving that you have a painfully shallow understanding of human nature, storytelling, and, frankly, reality itself.

[megs-thoughts]

this is me when I get you

Sounds.. interesting.

i desure to be held like a gentle burgwr

[denzartriste]

Hello hello! My name is Denz, I go by all pronouns including neos – only pronouns I don’t go by is they/them (won't be mad if you call me those, i just prefer variety - dont stress about it <3), my usual neos are in my bio but i like all of them. Gimmie the unusual ones the funky ones i love em all //// Allo allo! Mon nom est Denz, j'utiluze tout les pronoms et des neo - les seul pronoms que j'utiluze pas est iel/iels (je dit sa pour variété dans les pronoms que les gens m'appelle, stresser pas trop c'est correct <3), mes neo habituite son dans mon bio mais je les aime toute. [note: Ca cest mes pronom anglais, en francias j'utiluze encor n'importe quel neo, mais mes pronom en francais sont il/elle/y] Donne moi eu qui sont funky j'l'adore toute

My ao3 is here, something i'm working on right now is a really awesome super cool pirate au im not biased at all i swear. Quick summary is it's an au where Techno's a pirate cursed by a jerk of a sea god because it thinks he isnt a good person, but it's fine he's got this. (Another one that i mention a lot is my Alien au, which isnt posted its still in the works but when its out it will be my magnum opus) //// Mon ao3 est ici, j'ai un AU de pirate c'est vraiment cool je suis pas partial je promets que j'suis encore en près de travailler sur. Un petit résumé vite est que c'est une histoire où Techno est un pirate maudit par un connard de dieu de la mer parce qui pense qu'il est une mauvaise personne, mais c'est correct ca vas toute etre correct (Un autre que j'parle de beacoup est mon Extraterrestre AU, c'est pas posté mais je travaille fort desur ca, ca vas etre mon magnum opus)

I draw/write for Dsmp, Traffic series, Qsmp, and planning on doing a couple hermitcraft drawings //// J'ecrie/dessine pour Dsmp, la series traffic, Qsmp, et je vas faire des chose pour Hermitcraft dans le future

Tags /// Mes mots clés!! v

#my art- all my art // toute mes dessin

#fancy art- Coloured art // Mes dessin avec d'la couleur

#sketch art- visible sketch/sketch used as lineart // Dessin avec un sketch visible/un sketch que j'utilize pour le lineart

#Fridge worthy art – art I really like and am proud of, probably a good tag to look through if you wanna see what I've made :D // Mes dessin que je suis fier de, probablement une bonne place de voire ce que je fait :D

#drawning talks- talking about my art/mainly complaining about the process because drawing is hard // Parler de mes dessins/se plaindre principalement du processus parce que dessiner est difficile

#writing- my writing, including snippets I’ve posted // mon écriture et des fragment de mes wips(wips=les histoire que je travaille sur)

#writing talks- talking about my writing/ talking about my wips // Parler de mon écriture/parler de mes wips

#space rambles - talking about space. I really like space. I have been talking a lot about peekaboo galaxy. // Parler de l'espace. J'adore l'espace. J'aime parler de mon bébé, le galaxie peekaboo.

I also speak french (canadian french), my tag for that is #francais And my english translations for those posts is #my translations But i havent translated all my little french posts, so if theres something you want translated send me an ask i like translating my rambles //// J'parle francais (canadien), mon mot clés pour ca est #francais et mes translation anglais est #my translations Mais j'ai pas traduit toute mes mot francais en anglais, si qu'il a quelque choose que tu veus que je traduit juste dit moi et j'vas le faire! [anglais ou francais]

[actualbird]

Congratulations on the second volume of The Behavioural Studies of NXX!!!!! I adored having all your analyses in a compilation to read through, and I've been having a blast rereading them and remembering what my state of mind when they were released was. Your analyses of these characters have influenced and shaped my understanding of them and in turn gotten me to interpret them more critically in a way no other fandom, let alone single writer, has and I think that's an incredible accomplishment.

So far, I've only reached the Rosa playlist analysis, but that actually got me thinking a bit about her, particularly the bit about her wanting to be the main character and the bit you quoted from 5-3. Admittedly the reason why I thought about her desure to be the protagonist stems from slightly comedic reasons because uhhh //glances at the water tank she and Artem got trapped in, Luke personal story 3, Sauna,,,,,

Yeah I wonder if she'd wish quite as hard to be the main character had she known these things were in her future. Something else that was wild to me about this is that the case that set the wheels in motion for all this to happen, for mc becoming the main character, was a case about water poisoning. It's not as simple as that of course and showed ToT's brand of evil that's always grey and not black or white even all the way back then, but ultinately the case was still about water poisoning, which is So Mundane compared to all the dangerous drugs and murder and black market auctions that are going around now. I don't think mc regrets her actions. She's shown that more than enough in the main story, you've even quoted her own thoughts that indicate she's firm in her resolve. But when I think back to main story 1 mc, I don't quite think she feels the same way.

One thing that stuck out to me while going through main story 1 again is the choice you need to make in the trial section, to present the incriminating footage or not, where she can hesitates to present the necessary evidence for justice to be served, and can continue to hesitate if the player chooses not to present it, where she needs to be encouraged by Vernon Green himself to present it and ensure justice is served.

Yes, this was a choice and ultinately she was thinking more about how it would impact Vernon Green than the perpetrator, but it still shows a bit of uncertainty regarding delivering justice in these difficult situations. I think the fact that this is even a Choice matters a lot, actually, because in cases with arguably more at stake like Main Story 3 where an entire child whose development has been stunted due to taking illegal medicine's mother is about to be convicted for murdering the person responsible for said child's condition, it's not even a choice to waver in pursuing justice.

I wonder if Main Story 1 mc would've been able to do the same thing, and think about Main Story 6 where what Irene Burke went through was so horrible people from all corners of the fandom were debating, sometimes even fighting, over whether she should've been allowed to get away with her murders. I really, really doubt main story 1 mc would've been able to remain firm in her convictions.

I think reading through your analysis and in turn Main Story 1 made me realise that mc's developed a lot too, even if it doesn't really seem like it at first. I used to think that mc, while she definitely has developed a little, didn't really grow as much as the NXX boys due to her status as an intended self insert, but I see her in Main Story 1 and her in the current story multiple years later and I'm a little floored at how her conviction has grown. She still lets herself feel and empathise with the culprits and the people close to them, but she's never wavered in the same way she did in Main Story 1,

Xgjxiyfiyf Sorry for overtaking this praise ask about the journal with my own thoughts!!!! To bring this back around to its intended point I guess it shows how much your analyses have impacted the way I view these characters that I can even write this out. It's enriched my experience with ToT in a way I never thought possible. I think the Rosa playlist analysis isn't one that I actually read before because back then I wasn't super into mc as a character or character playlists, but getting to read it now really shows how much I was missing out on. Another thing I have to thank you and the journal for, I suppose.

🌌

WAHHHH oh my gosh, hi milkyway anon!! long time no see, and hhhHH thank you SO MUCH for reading “The Journal of NXX Investigation Team Behavioral Studies: Vol 2” and for your kind words about it ;w;

on your thoughts about mc gOSH i dont think i have anything to add because i so much agree!!! main story 1 mc and main story 10 mc are very different people because of how much she had developed. i love your use of the word "conviction" because thats exactly it. mc started with a simple case, she started with doubts and hesitation, but as the cases got messier and worse like....hesitation was not an option, not if she wanted to continue bringing the justice she so stalwartly believes in. as the cases got worse, she stepped up to the challenge, for the lack of better wording. i think main story 1!mc would be so proud and amazed at how independent and capable main story!10 mc is

i also think she'd be scared

because YEAH, HOO BOY, A LOT HAS HAPPENED TO MC BECAUSE SHE IS THE MC.

i agree that earlier!mc wouldnt have been as firm but thats another reason narratively i guess why the cases were upped and upped in stakes. both for the mounting tension of the overarching story, but to get mc to grow. and grow she did, as the circumstances of the cases got heavier and heavier.

it's kinda like that metaphor about slowly boiling a crab, yknow. we went from mc in main story 1 who hesitated in presenting key evidence, to mc in main story 10 who [main story 10 spoilers] in The Sauna, upon thinking she was Gonna Die, immediately started thinking of how to Leave Evidence On Her Body for other to find by using a Branding Iron On Herself

main story 1!mc: WHO ARE YOU?!?!???

main story 10!mc, trembling a bit from the Trauma: im you but suuuuuper metal 🤘

HVSJFHSVKDJFHDS JOKES ASIDE, it's a Whole Ride remembering how far mc has come because she has! even if this game is more focused on the boys' development, it is unmistakeable that shes grown along with them, and for that, im so proud of her. i dont think she'd ever regret where her life took her, she just doesnt seem like the type, and for all her doubts in the beginning and even the new doubts she gets later on, mc still holds strong to her conviction and dedication.

in conclusion: gosh dang i love miss mc rosa qiangwei <3

thank you again for reading!!! and for this lovely ask :DDD

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Sup, I'm using @/ink-ghoul's Hermittober Prompt List this October. I can't promise I'll stick to Hermitcraft, but I won't clog the tag with my exterior fandom stuff should I do that. Also it's totally pitched as a drawing prompt list but shhhhhhh.

Day 1: Frost Ao3 Link

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The Ravenger's Haven't Eaten in a Hundred Years

The tundra was a hard place to traverse. Wide empty, expansive fields of snowfall coved up the ice underneath. Meters thick, travelers had no hope for fish if there were to ever stop moving. The wind howled across the planes, kicking up grainy molecules and sending new fall sideways at times.

But there was light at the end of the tunnel, or perhaps a shadow just beyond the horizon. It loomed in the distance, a mound of ice and snow a hundred meters tall with sheer cliff faces visible to the cold naked eye of anyone who dared make the trek. Grey stone, the only colour for kilometers, lest you count the sky on a scarce clear day, was what stood between foolhardy travelers and their final destination atop the mountain: the Citadel, the last remaining structure of the Tek Dynasty.

Once upon a time, when the planes were greener, the Citadel was built to house the leading members of the Tek Dynasty. It was the crowned jewel of their empire, a symbol for all to witness. Its blackstone walls towered over all that beheld it. The expansive grounds sent a chill trough all those wealthy enough to be welcomed inside. The lighting, well that left something to be desired, but it did a wonderful job at setting the mood.

The Tekkies were a people of redstone. They created machines to transform their raw materials into something more advanced, something worth selling to the rest of the kingdoms on the Hermitta continent. They were a solitary people, not ones to travel outside their borders.

Then the frost came. It settled, and seeped deep into the very bones that held the Citadel up. The people fled, their crop fields unable to grow in such harsh conditions, but the Teks themselves stayed, refusing to leave their homeland behind as the locals left for Scarland.

The Tekkies were welcomed by the Scarians with open arms are warm hearths. They were given food, shelter, and materials to build their new homes, or safe passage anywhere their hearts desured. In exchange, the Tekkies traded their secrets of creation and told stories of home to all those that helped them. Not the ones of opulence, grander, and glory that came home with diplomats when returned from a trip to the Citadel, but the tales passed from generation to generation to generation about their homeland and the people who ran it.

Deep in within the bowels of the Citadel was a dungeon. It spanned four floors beneath the surface and held the Teks’ most prized pets: Ravagers, and they were very hungry.

“Naughty children are sent up to the Citadel to run the dungeon,” they said. “The lucky make it out with new lives, and the rest are never seen again.”

From settlement to settlement, town to town, city to city, whispers of the Tek’s dungeon spread across Hermitta. Then: those identifying themselves as survivors started talking. They said the dungeon was a way to shorten your prison stay should you have been sentenced.

“There’s no equity in sentences, only equality, and if found guilty you are booked for life. A run through the dungeon is the only way out of the cell.”

The survivors spoke of berry bushes in the dungeon, how the Ravagers chased them around. They spoke of how the Tek’s would drink a regeneration potion before running the dungeon for themselves. How they would then walk through the halls of the prison on their way out telling each other about close encounters with Wardens on deep under the ground. No survivor had dared try to get that far down, all preferring to escape with their lives, so none were able to stay with certainty if it were true.

Steadily the snow fell, generations covering what was once the Tek Dynasty until the only thing remaining was the lone Citadel atop the mountain. The Tekkies had all integrated into the society of their new homes, the survivors long gone, but the stories stayed.

“Naughty children get sent through the frost the run the dungeon under the Citadel, the Ravengers haven’t eaten in a hundred years, and the Wardens are getting restless.”

[yourlovelyhost]

im not trans, but i think EVERYONE desures free boneless wings, the only people who dont? BONE-IN WING!!!

[safesthaveninexistence]

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[mercynyou]

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[evekaa]

desure

[stampgwifeyera]

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[powerfulantonella]

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[qubixo1]

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[duckdown77]

decided to start caving to my carnal desure to write recently. heres a short story, i hope you enjoy :>

I gaze out into the distance, from the precipice that took me so long to reach. I can certainly feel the climb in my legs. I near gave out from the incessant burning a few minutes ago, but at least I’m finally here. An odd feeling shrouds this plateau, a thick fog hiding a meek ambush predator. Eyes plant themselves on my back. I know, truly, that I am alone here, but that awful feeling cant be shaken. I waltz along the cliff’s edge. The danger of falling hasn’t ever scared me. Even though I know I should be terrified, I don’t even bother to look down. It means little to me to fall now, even knowing what lies down there. Even from this cliff edge, I can feel the influence of what lies beyond.

For just a second, what lies below steals my attention. I see exactly what I know is down there. Misery incarnate. A black, vacous mob of the grieving, piled so high that I can feel the heat of the great grieving mass’ existence from even this great a distance. The sobs, screams, and wails of the suffering cry out to me. The noise slams against my skull in a way akin to a hammer and nail. It stretches on and on, beyond the potent powers of my perception. Very few have gazed upon suffering like this, and even fewer would come out of it exactly the same.

Yet, I feel the same thing I always feel when I reach this precipice. Cold, icy indifference. I know that what I’m witnessing is horrific. I know that I should feel emotions strong enough to carve the Earth in two. But it almost feels as if I can’t, as if human expression is lost upon me. It’s far from piteous, especially given the nature of the situation, but I can’t help but wonder why. Why it is that I can’t force myself to cry out and wail, as those in the valley do? Why can’t I force myself to feel anything towards this pit of suffering?

To say I feel nothing is a stretch, in truth. Although the emotion I do feel is one I deeply regret. Rage, and hatred, directed towards myself. I have tried before to force myself to feel something, to feel anything. One time I even slashed open the palm of my hand in a vain attempt to force out something, anything. Nothing ever comes. I’m left empty, and that emptiness is replaced with frustration and malice. To feel nothing is surely to be inhuman, so what am I? Am I merely ice, hardened against the blazing heat of this valley of agony? Is there anything human about me? I don’t feel as if I’ve undergone any hardship that would remove me from my humanity. But the feeling never stays. Grief is untethered from me, almost like an entirely separate entity that haunts me in every stolen glance and pause of this cliffside waltz.

My heart pounds. That hatred must be building again. I need to steal myself away from this place, wander somewhere new. I turn around, and though nothing obscures my view, I see a blinding fog. Quietly, I walk back into the fog. Perhaps next time, when I feel I have grown, I can return. The fog envelops me in its embrace. Cold indifference trails behind.

[argleblarg]

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