#doesn’t sort of lose value? idk

[taylorspoems]

i really don’t understand the whole need of having every single album of taylor signed

[ellecdc]

okay so I just wanted to start by saying I love you're moonwater stories so much.

Ive been thinking about this like paring ig for a bit and your recent moonwater story when r gets home from girls night just made me think of it more so if you're interested id love for you to do it.

Basically its like poly moonwater plus Barty ive been calling it moonwaterkiller in my head (idk if its already a ship or already has a name but I haven't been able to find anything) but basically I feel like r and Barty would be like a chaotic duo and reg and rem would just be like wtf a lot idk... I just think it has some potential and I just love your writing so fucking much.

(I also just love how you write Barty)

so if you're interested I think it would be cool

much love :)

I love the way your mind works babes. thanks for your request! (it's almost two am where I am so please forgive any awkward sentences or spelling mistakes). also, if I didn't completely lose everyone with my DeathStar fics - this may very well do it. && this was written with the help of our fabulous @unstablereader

poly!moonwater x chaotic fem!reader + Barty Crouch Junior

Regulus didn’t know whether to be concerned or slightly aroused at the slightly deranged way that Remus was stalking the halls in search of you and Barty. 

You and Regulus had both at one point or another been in a friends-with-benefits situation with Barty (albeit separately) during your time in school, before you and Regulus went and fell in love with a Gryffindor. 

Regulus still wasn’t quite over the humiliation; both of falling in love and falling in love with a Gryffindor.

Of course, you and Regulus both stayed friends with Barty; Regulus mostly because he couldn’t shake him (ignoring the fact that Regulus really was quite fond of his maniacal friend), and you because the two of you really were sort of two sides of the same hyperactive galleon. 

And though Remus (and sometimes Regulus) liked to pretend that yours and Barty’s friendship caused them grief, they couldn’t deny how much they valued Barty’s loyalty and devotion to his friends; specifically you. 

Regulus’ new favourite thing was easily Remus’ new found appreciation for Barty. 

Up until this point, Barty had been his notoriously flirty and salacious self when it came to the likes of Remus, who wasn’t yet accustomed to Barty’s unique…personality.

However, once Remus realised the history between his two partners and the other Slytherin boy, he quickly came to appreciate the kind of pull Barty could have on people.

So, Remus had started flirting back.

Barty hated it.

Regulus loved it.

You started keeping track of the number of times Remus reduced Barty to a blushing and stuttering mess in your notebook. 

Barty hated that too.

It was nearing curfew and Remus and Regulus hadn’t seen you all afternoon. 

Usually that was fine, considering you were a bit of a free spirit. What was concerning, however, was that they hadn’t seen Barty either.

Regulus watched as Remus checked the stupid map that his brother and their friends had created when his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What? Don’t tell me they’re in the middle of the Black Lake again?” Regulus asked quickly, moving to stand over Remus’ shoulder to peer at the map.

“Again?”

“Don’t ask.” Regulus muttered.

“But…doesn’t Barty not know how to swim?”

“I said don’t ask.”

Seeming to know better, Remus turned back and pointed towards the Ravenclaw common room on the map. “It says they’re up in Ravenclaw tower?”

“For fuck’s sake.” Regulus muttered, dragging a hand over his face.

“How’d two Slytherin’s manage to get into Ravenclaw tower?” Remus asked bemusedly, earning him an unimpressed glare from Regulus. 

“Remus, I love you, but that was perhaps the dumbest question you’ve ever asked me.”

Remus rolled his eyes as he closed the map and tucked it back into his trunk.

“Come on, we might be able to catch up to Pandora on her way up and have her help us in.” 

They had indeed caught up to Pandora, and Pandora had indeed helped them in, though it seemed to be for naught. 

“I thought your stupid map said they were here.” Regulus muttered as he surveyed the common room, unable to spot a single lick of green and silver.

“It’s not stupid and they are in here.” Remus muttered back, moving to stand in the dead centre of the room. 

“How do you know they’re here if you can’t see them?”

Remus glared at Regulus before looking around to ensure no one could hear them. “I can smell them.” He whispered.

Well Regulus just didn’t know what good these wolfy senses were if they were still out two Slytherin’s. 

“Shit.” Regulus heard whispered suddenly as a quill fell from the air and landed beside his foot.

Remus and Regulus both looked up to see you and Barty casually lounging in the chandelier above them.

“Are you sodding kidding me!?” Regulus shouted.

“I think our cover’s been blown.” You said simply to Barty as if you didn’t have two fuming and fretting boyfriends standing nearly forty feet give or take below you.

“Pity.” Barty responded as he peered down. “This was a nice refuge.”

“How’d you even get up there?” Remus cried, pacing like he was getting ready to catch you should you fall.

“Magic.” Barty taunted from above.

“Junior, so help me gods if that witch falls I-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lupin. I resent the insinuation that I would ever let anything happen to our sweet angel baby.” Barty bit back immediately.

“Okay, okay. Fair enough.” Remus acquiesced as if he were negotiating a hostage situation. “Why don’t you both just come down here, nice and slow, okay?”

Both you and Barty leaned forward to look down at the two boys, causing the chandelier to swing precariously.

“Fucking hells! Stop moving!” Remus shrieked, causing the attention of the few Ravenclaws sitting in the common room to look over.

“Such a worrier.” Barty muttered as he stood and started manoeuvring himself to the edge of the chandelier - you following him over and causing the chandelier to tip to a nearly 90 degree angle. 

“I’m going to be sick, I’m actually going to throw up right here.” Regulus muttered mostly to himself whilst Remus tried to stand directly underneath you lest you need to be caught. 

To Remus and Regulus’ absolute horror, Barty launched himself away from the chandelier, grabbing at the billowy banners hanging from the ceiling causing the chandelier to swing away from him like a pendulum. 

“JUNIOR!” Remus shouted, causing Barty to momentarily look shamefaced as he looked below him. 

As the chandelier swung towards the opposite wall, you too launched yourself at one of the billowy banners hanging from the ceiling and began monkey climbing down them.

“Can you make sure she doesn’t fall, please.” Remus barked at Regulus as he made his way towards Barty.

Barty let out a high pitched screech and began hastily making his way down the wall. “Run Treasure! Save yourself!” He shouted dramatically.

You turned quickly at that and saw Regulus making his way to you.

You let out a surprised squeak and hurried down, and before Regulus realised what you were doing, you had used your wand to open one of the windows and were shimmying out.

“Oi! What the-” but before Regulus could even shove his torso out the window, you’d managed to shift into your animagus form - a mink, which Regulus felt was very fitting considering what a sodding cheeky minx you were being right now - and began scaling your way down the side of the building.

Regulus was interrupted by the sound of a squeal - Remus’ squeal - and turned to see Remus hanging halfway out of the window in much the same fashion that Regulus had been.

Unlike Regulus, however, Remus had been successful in his capture of Barty and had him hanging from the tallest tower at Hogwarts by one of his arms.

“Junior! Are you trying to sodding kill me!?” Remus barked angrily at him, trying to pull Barty up without any help from Barty himself.

Barty looked up at Remus with all the innocence he could muster (read: none) and winked. 

“Catch me if you can, Mr. Wolf.”

And Barty shrunk into his own animagus form - an osprey - and let out a cry before swooping down to pick up something that looked suspiciously like a mink from the eaves of one of the lower towers and took off towards the grounds. 

“Fucking son of a bitch.” Remus cursed as he tried catching his breath, still sitting half out of the Ravenclaw window. “Why do we put up with those two?”

Regulus shrugged with all the nonchalance he could muster. “‘Cause they’re cute?”

Remus sighed and hit his head against the windowsill. “They’re so sodding lucky that they are…”

“Come on.” Regulus said, offering Remus a hand and helping him out of the window. “Unfortunately, I know exactly where they went.”

Barty loved nothing more than the feeling of his feet sinking into the sediment of the Black Lake below his feet. He also loved the feeling of being near you, his Treasure. He also loved the idea of two handsome men frantically searching for you, and him by proxy.

All this to say, Barty was having a really nice night.

“Junior!”

Barty’s face morphed into a Cheshire cat grin as he turned towards the voice of the man and his boyfriend as they stormed towards the waters edge.

“Well hello, Lupin. How nice of you to join us; care for a dip?”

“Get out of the water.” Regulus drawled in a bored tone.

“Why would I do such a thing? The water’s lovely, I’m in wonderful company, and we’re going to feed the Giant Squid.” He argued.

“Barty.” Remus barked with all the severity he could manage. “You don’t know how to swim.”

Barty scoffed indignantly. “Yeah, well…neither can Reggie!”

“That’s why I’m standing on the shore you absolute bell-end.” Regulus countered quickly.

Remus turned his furious gaze into a bemused one as he took in Regulus. “Do you really not know how to swim either?”

“None of us can!” You shouted from your disturbingly deeper place within the lake as the gentle waves nearly lapped against your skirt.

“Oh, for the love of- you know what? This summer, everyone’s getting swimming lessons.” Remus proclaimed.

“Ou, does that mean I get to see you in your swim trunks, Lupin?” Barty called.

Remus, without missing a beat, started towards Barty, walking into the lake in his shoes and all. “You could see me right now, in less, for free, Junior. You only had to ask.”

Barty let out a screech and tried running towards you, albeit in slow motion on account of the water’s resistance. “Y/N! Treasure! Help! Make him stop!”

“No can do, bubs.” You called back in monotone, still throwing chunks of bread towards the middle of the Lake in hopes of eliciting the company of one Giant Squid. 

“Dove, you’re going to catch a cold; get out of the water.” Remus called to you, pants soaked up to his knees after giving up on chasing Barty in the water.

“We’re trying to make friends!” You whined.

“You cannot make friends with a squid, amour. He will eat you.” Regulus explained from the shore. 

“He wouldn’t eat his friend.” You scoffed. 

“Dove.” Remus barked again.

“I want to see the the big water kitty!” You whined again, turning towards the boys and offering the most pathetic pout you could muster.

Regulus scoffed from his place, still dry on the shore, Remus let out a pained sigh, and Barty all but skipped towards you. 

“A valiant death it will be!” He cheered before he felt the fabric of his jumper being summoned by an accio, dragging him unceremoniously through the water towards Remus.

“No! Ah! AH! STRANGER DANGER. STRANGER DANGER!” He shrieked as Remus threw him over his shoulder.

“Okay, well, now you’re just showing off, Lupin.” He muttered, crossing his arm petulantly as Remus held his free hand out to you.

“Dove, please? Come inside with me?”

You looked distressed at this and moved obediently towards Remus. “Are you mad at me?” You asked timidly.

Barty could actually feel Remus’ body soften beneath him as he allowed some of his tension to dissipate. “Of course not, dovey. I love you.”

You leaned over and pecked a kiss to the corner of his mouth before turning into your animagus mink and swimming to the shore, crawling up Regulus’ pant leg (who admonished you in faux contempt for ruining his trousers), and allowed him to carry you back to the castle. 

Barty was feeling petulant about the whole matter of being chased and chastised so decided then that he was going to force Remus to carry him all the way back to the castle in silence.

Unfortunately for Barty, he hated silence.

He was at least proud he’d made it to the dungeons before giving up on his vow of silence.

“You’re really not upset with her?” Barty asked quietly from his current prison. He could feel Remus’ head tilt in confusion, though his steps never faltered.

“Of course not?” He responded as a question.

“Hmmm.” Barty said, racking his brain for something to upset or fluster this man.

“Oh! What about me having slept with both your boyfriend and your girlfriend?”

“What about it?” Remus asked plainly. 

“Well…aren’t you upset about that?”

Remus scoffed and adjusted his grip on Barty, hand’s migrating none too innocently up the back of his thighs. “Junior. The only thing I’m upset about is that you haven’t slept with all three of us. I don’t like feeling left out, you know?”

Barty made a strangled sound as he struggled in Remus’ grip to no avail, causing you and Regulus to chuckle from a few strides ahead as you all stepped into the Slytherin common room.

“We told you he was smooth, Barty.” You chuckled.

“You should hear him in bed.” Regulus taunted, reaching over to pinch Barty’s arse, causing him to yelp and start cursing at him.

Remus relented and put Barty down, who immediately made for Regulus’ throat.

“Easy, Junior.” Remus chuckled, pulling him back by the shoulder. “You wanna keep Reg around, don’t you?”

Barty harrumphed and crossed his arms indignantly.

“We’d like to keep you around.” Remus continued.

Barty grumbled again and let out a quiet. “Fine.”

Remus beamed at him, which was very alarming if you asked Barty, as they stepped into his and Regulus’ shared dorm; Rosier and Avery were already asleep in their beds with their curtains drawn.

“Yeah? You’ll let us keep you?” Remus asked.

“I said fine, Lupin.” He bit back.

“Great. So we’re in a relationship then.” He explained simply, causing Barty to level him with a severe glare. “How dare you, Lupin. Never say such vile things to me again.” He spat before storming towards the boy’s bathroom.

Regulus groaned and grabbed his own toiletries before making his way to the washroom behind him. “I’ll go make sure he doesn’t try to drown himself in the shower again.”

Remus shook his head and changed into his pyjamas before climbing into Regulus’ bed and pulling you towards him.

“So, explain this to me, Dove. Why is Barty the way he is?”

You snorted a laugh and turned to face him. “You’re going to have to be way more specific, love.”

Remus chuckled and ran his hands up and down your back. “He likes Reg. He loves you. He seems sweet on me. We invite him to be ours and he accepts - but runs when we make it mean something?”

You smiled up at your boyfriend and booped his nose with a perfectly manicured finger - which Remus found very confusing considering you spend your spare time scaling the rafters of grand ceilings and enticing Giant Squids from their hiding places. “Barty doesn’t understand, Rem. He wouldn’t know love if it punched him right in the face.”

Remus could feel his brows furrow and he pulled you in tighter to his chest. “Dove…love doesn’t punch you in the face?”

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say as you rolled your eyes in exasperation and threw your head back onto the pillow. “You see? That’s the kind of thing someone who grew up loved would know.”

It’s not that Remus ever really forgot to worry about you per se, but he sometimes really worried about you Purebloods. 

At some point in the night, you had apparently decided Remus and Regulus’ bed was too hot and moved to Barty’s. Remus would have been slightly more petulant about the matter if he hadn’t thought you looked absolutely precious with Barty resting his head on your chest.

He looked so innocent in his sleep.

Sleep clearly didn’t know him very well.

Remus was shocked when the four of you entered the Great Hall for breakfast and Barty actually followed you three to the Gryffindor table. Though Remus was trying to play it cool, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of hope surge within him at what that might mean for the three four of you.

Remus was just about to bite into his toast when a sultry voice sounded from behind Barty.

“Hello, Bartemus.” Amelia Bones sing-songed as she trailed a finger up Barty’s arm.

His brows furrowed almost comically from above the rim of his coffee cup before he slowly lowered it and turned to consider the Hufflepuff.

“Bones. Can I help you?” He asked, punctuating the word help as he plucked her fingers from his being between his two fingers as if he’d found something really quite disgusting on his person.

“I was thinking, you could help me, perhaps tonight?”

Barty turned to look at her incredulously.

“Help with what, Amelia? I’m really quite busy.” He spat, gesturing wildly to his cup of coffee. 

“An orgasm or two? Gods, you’re pissy in the mornings.”

Barty scoffed, sounding completely scandalised as he clutched at non-existent pearls adorning his neck. “I am sitting here with my beloveds, Amelia. For shame. You see this lot? I’m theirs, capiche?” 

Amelia looked bemusedly at the group of you before shaking her head in confusion. “Whatever you say, Junior.”

She moseyed on away, and Barty turned back towards his cup of coffee. “The gall of some people, honestly.” He said in exasperation, downing the rest of his still hot coffee and standing unceremoniously.

“Well, I best be off. Things to fuck up, people to scare. Tah-tah.” He called, pressing a quick kiss to your hair as he left the Great Hall.

Suddenly, realisation dawned on Remus.

“Ah, I see. So no to a relationship, but he is ours.”

You and Regulus chorused a hum of acknowledgement. 

“That’s just how Barty operates. You’ll get used to it.” You explained, still not looking up from the Daily Prophet you had been reading all this time.

Remus didn’t mind getting used to that; not if it meant he managed to get everything he wanted.

[schoenpepper]

Despite Everything (It's Still You)

Intro: When he looks at you, he sees everything he could have been.

Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, not proofread, kinda angsty, more platonic im pretty sure cus its not specified if ur lovers, might be ooc idk and idc, everytime i write idia i feel 10 years older because i cringe at my own internet slang

A/N: Done! Last request is finished, hope you like it worm anon. On my end, this is super rushed and it's not like, my fave ever so ehhhh.

Masterlist

Riddle thought he’d found a comrade in you. Out of everyone in Twisted Wonderland, he’d thought you would be the one to understand him.

He sees it in your posture, always straight and never slouching. You’re good with academics, a diligent student. Like Riddle, you’d gone through life with the iron fist of a well-meaning parent, so surely, you understand him, right? You agree with him. You believe that rules are important to be upheld lest society fall into chaos. It’s such a refreshing feeling to find a person who, like him, thinks that structure and stability are core values of a proper community.

But you don’t. You don’t understand. No one does. His consciousness is flickering between ink and reality. He’s slipping into the grasp of the phantom and he feels himself slowly being consumed. He’s being devoured. Right before the overblot, even you had stood against him. Why? Riddle wasn’t wrong, he was never wrong—the rules aren’t wrong. Because if they are, then what did he lose his entire childhood for? So you must be the one at fault. This is your mistake. You just don’t understand. You tell him that the rules and the competence and the structure matter less than people. You try to convince him that there’s a better way of living. Is there?

Riddle doesn’t know why. He’d thought you were a comrade because he saw his own experiences in yours, but he’d never been so wrong. While he was still caught up in the chains of his mother’s words, you’d already broken free from the cage. You help him to reclaim the shards of childish wonder he’d never been allowed to have. You help him learn how to breathe, how to relax. Little by little, you bring him onto your path.

He doesn’t understand you anymore.

Leona doesn’t have any opinions about you. You never really talked to him at first, and he can respect that; you don’t go out of your way for bothersome, meaningless things.

Every time he sees you, you’re sleeping or slacking off. Whatever, it’s not like he can judge you for it. You also have a real competitive streak for spelldrive, and your wit’s not half bad, especially when compared to the muscle heads in his dorm. Clever and snarky, talented and strong. He can respect you. Maybe just barely, and he’ll never admit it, but he sees a part of himself in you. So, a sort-of equal. He’s still better than you though.

The taste of sand lingers on his tongue as it swirls in the air through the storm. There’s a part of himself he can no longer control. It makes him wrap his fingers around Ruggie’s throat and Leona… He doesn’t want this. But he can’t stop. He can still recognize you on the edge of his vision. Weren’t you just like him? At birth, everything good was handed right over to your older sibling, leaving nothing but scraps for you. You found it unfair too, didn’t you? So why are you standing against him? This is his chance to be someone worth more than his birthright. Why…are you not agreeing with him?

Leona tried to stay away from you. But call it his instinct or whatever; he can’t seem to avoid you at all. The second prince of Sunset Savanna is awestruck by your words. You tell him that birth doesn’t determine everything. You tell him that you’d learned from your own past. That you can still make something of yourself without that which was given. You sure are chatty now, but who is he to stop you?

You’re not his equal. You’d long since left him in the dust.

Azul sees you as an opportunity. He likes you, really, because you know how to do business and you find a way to compromise that doesn’t step on either person’s lines.

It’s not difficult for him to find out about your past, and to be honest, he’s greatly delighted to find out about all that you have in common. Did you feel the way he did when he was isolated and bullied? Did you feel his pain? You were an outcast too, weren’t you? But wow, look at you (and him) now! It’s rare he sees someone as diligent as himself, as cunning and as smart. Resourceful and oh so benevolent, you’d fit right into Octavinelle!

He’d steered himself long ago; he would never be weak again. He had long, long since forgotten humiliation and defeat. But he’s here again. This time, defeat was brought by your hands. Azul had thought you were allies. Business partners, at least. Why betray him like this? Don’t you get it? He’s powerful now! Why try to stop him? Why did you succeed? He’s left in the aftermath of heartache and debris. He doesn’t know why he did the things he did, but he’s sure that he was so close to being all-powerful. Perfect. A being so beautiful and flawless and strong… You took that chance away from him.

Azul wants you out of his life—your presence now is only a reminder of everything he could have been, and everything he failed to be. Unlike him, you’ve already moved on. You’ve learned to forgive your tormentors, and most importantly, you’ve learned to forgive yourself. You tell him that it was never his fault, but that revenge was never meant to be the answer.

He finds that he had nothing in common with you, after all.

Jamil is perceptive. Next to the one who’s attracting the attention of the whole room with a bright smile and sunny disposition, he finds a kindred spirit in you.

You seem responsible enough, and like a mirror, he sees you taking care of that person the way he does with Kalim. It’s easy to pierce through your act because he knows how to do it too. Seemingly not too smart, not too dumb, not too strong, not too weak. You’re good at pretending to be average. Like Jamil, you’ve lived a life of servitude. Are you tired of forced humility? Of feeling like your life isn’t worth anything when compared to the one you serve?

He’s tired too. He’s so, so tired. Why was freedom unreachable to Jamil right from the moment he was conceived? Was he unworthy of a life unbound by shackles? You’re looking at him like he’s a stranger. Jamil looks at you like you’re a mirror. A mirror that’s shattered, and damaged, and every piece is covered with ink and regret. You know what he’s been through, so why are you in his way? You should be an accomplice. Do you not yearn to be your own person? The phantom is whispering promises he knows it won’t keep. But nothing is more tempting than just…one day of happiness. Of his own happiness.

Jamil is inevitably drawn to you. You live so brightly; you see your master as a friend. You tell him he doesn’t need to do the same. That the only thing he needs to do is find a way that works for him. And you’re asking about things he hadn’t thought of before. An employment contract? The legal status of slavery in the Scalding Sands? Wait, you’re serving that person out of your own volition in exchange for salary and other related benefits?

In you, he sees a light at the end of the tunnel.

Vil approves of you. Like looking in a mirror almost, he sees beauty and a passionate drive to remain beautiful in every single way.

You’re a person with a consistent goal and a persistent drive to do better and be better; a hard worker with tenacity like that of the Queen herself. You are no potato. You are a diamond that has found a way to shine uniquely, and like him, you are already a master at your chosen profession. And yet, he sees the trophies and the medals are all silver and never gold. It is frustrating, but Vil knows that you as well know what it’s like to always be second best.

He’d worked so hard. He’d tried his very best. Professional music and choreography, styling and costumes. He’d set up a multi-week boot camp for his team members in order to whip them into shape. It’s all swept away by that person. Again. And again. And again and again and again and— No. No more. He will take matters into his own hands. But you stand in front of him with a familiar determination, only this time, you’re determined to stop him. Rook had betrayed him and now, you do too. Is he not worthy of a victory? Not even once? The blot is so, so ugly. But if it means he’ll get to wipe out everything that’s opposed to him, he’ll take that blot and use it to his own advantage. Like the queen who’d disguised herself as an ugly witch in order to take down the princess; everything can be sacrificed for the sake of ultimate beauty. If you’re not with him, you must be against him.

Vil apologizes sincerely for his faults. He knows he was wrong, even if it hurts his pride to admit it. But you accept him so easily, so readily, he can’t believe you’re acting like he’d never even hurt you. You forgive him. You help him accept his losses and continue to strive. Because you’d been in his position before, but you’d grown to be happy and appreciate the wins in life instead.

You are no mirror image of him. You are better.

Idia’s never been this happy before; through his screen is someone who just gets him. You’re good at games, and an introvert too? Score!

It’s not like, ever, that someone who vibes with his genius just comes strolling through his life, so Magicord bears witness to long, late night chats about anything and everything. You’ve got some real fucked up childhood trauma too, big mood tbh. It’s easy to spill his guts out over the internet, because even then, you still don’t really know him. You like the games and animes that he likes, and he’s so glad that for once, there’s a person out there who’s lived through the same villain-arc that he has.

He can’t rebuild the world if so many noobs are trying to stop him. Why? What’s so wrong with wishing for a world that can fit him and Ortho right in? Why is that too much for him to ask for? Why are you, the person he thought was his cool moots, acting up too? Don’t you like Ortho? Bro…no…you’re not actually doing a protagonist monologue rn, are you? Seriously? You think you can defeat him and his phantom through the power of friendship? Lolz, you’re so lame. If the world was a fairytale, he wouldn’t have been born with this dumb curse. If the world was a fairytale, he would never have been trapped in STYX with no way out. If the world was a fairytale, Ortho would still be alive. But it’s not. So he’ll remake it to be the story he’d always dreamt it to be.

Idia thinks you’re 110% cringe, like actually barf-inducing. But you did kinda save him or whatevs, so he can put up with you. Like, begrudgingly yk. You’re just such a weirdo. He really thought you were just like him, but no. You’ve had therapy. That’s like, actually wild. You try to counsel him too, talking about feelings and whatnot, and how to move past grief so that it no longer consumes you from the inside out.

So it turns out you didn’t have a villain arc like Idia did. You’re the main hero.

Malleus finds you absolutely delightful. To see another who can speak to him without fear or nervousness is a marvelous thing that he cherishes.

You are no fae or long-lived species, but he finds you fascinating. You are intelligent and wise beyond your years. You are powerful in your own right. You are familiar, in every sense of the word. Even your experiences seem to be shared. You’d been orphaned too, and experienced loss and grieved. You’d mourned for far too many loved ones who have left before you. Do you see the present as he does? Do you embrace the past as he does?

The world is a sad, sad place. He would like to change it. Into one with happy ever afters, into one where there is no hunger and no poverty. There will be no suffering. In his hands, he will mold the world into one that is kinder to its people. There will be no death and separation. He’s had far too many of those, enough to last his long lifetime. He’s not wrong. So why…why do you stand against him, weapon pointed towards him? The only thing he wishes for is permanence. Do you not see the vision? There is so much sadness in the world, why do you choose to wake from your beautiful slumber and face it head on? No matter. He will help you, even if you deny him.

Malleus is more than happy to take your hand when it is outstretched towards himself. You teach him so many things he hadn’t realized before, like how to cherish the present and treasure each memory more than attempting to find a solution to make them everlasting. He had believed wholly that he was right; that the answer to death was a long period of dreams in which everyone lives in a happy ending. He had believed you to be similar to himself—he is wrong about many, many things.

You’ve always looked to a brighter future than he could even imagine.

[briebysabs]

Lu Guang is a hypocrite and that’s okay (great even)

I must stand ten toes for this man because I’m noticing the slander that went on in September and I cannot allow it. I know I’m six months late but just bear with me. We are introduced to Lu Guang as a rational, stoic, sort of wise protagonist. The brains of the operation if you will (although Cheng is clever in his own right but that’s a whole other discussion). Qiao Ling and Captain Xiao describe him as more mature. Shiguang’s relationship is strong but it’s structured, especially for their work, to where Cheng has to depend on Lu Guang. Should only do as he says and not do anything impulsive.

And it gets to a point where Cheng doesn’t know what to do without him and when LG isn’t there he relies on his past words to guide him. The thing is, we’ve seen that CXS can come up with great plans and make good decisions without Lu Guang’s voice in his head. Like how he caught Min Liu or planning how save Lu Guang from Li Tianchen. But the story has built LG up so much to be a reliable character so it can’t be untrue. But then the s2 finale happens, Cheng gets shot and Lu Guang loses his mind.

And then the ending basically tells you that he’s been winging it and gambling this whole time. Experimenting with god knows how many timelines, simply using his knowledge from the previous one to see if he’ll get lucky this time. Lu Guang has been playing a crane game. So in a story that is all about mistakes, guilt and regrets. Of showing the imperfections of people. Of showing the struggles of moving forward, of being satisfied with the present. Of sacrificing your sanity, your voice, your desires, and happiness for the people you love. How is this bad writing?

Link click has been tricking the audience to believe Lu Guang is an infallible character.

But Link Click was never about perfect people.

What he’s trying to do is no different from Li Tianchen, one of our antagonists. And I love CXS to fucking pieces but this show raises the question of a life’s value. LG is trying to save Cheng and so refuses to change the past for anyone else. Bc it may alter things and doom CXS in the process and ruin all he’s worked towards. But then you ask yourself, is CXS’s life worth more than the twins' mother? Is it worth more than Chen’s mother? Is it worth more than Emma?

It doesn’t matter because it is to Lu Guang. It’s like the question if your sibling and a mailman are trapped in a burning building but you can only try to save one. Unless they’re the absolute scum of the earth, chances are and possibly even despite that, you’re going to pick your sibling. That don’t mean it’s objectively more valuable than the mailman or you didn’t have sympathy for that person, they have loved ones, hopes and joys too. “Lu Guang is a hypocrite, selfish, unreliable, and a liar” yes he is. Because there is something called ‘flawed characters’. It’s okay for your protagonist to not be the best person. It’s okay to write a protagonist whose trauma has defined some of their actions.

If you’ve been forced to have someone you love die in your arms over and over, why is it surprising that you would lie to them? How is it surprising that you’d try to keep secrets? That you’d set things up to be in a position to control the situation? That’ll force you to plan better so maybe, just maybe things will be different? You think Lu Guang lacks self awareness and doesn’t know what this makes him? Of all things you can call LG, he’s not delusional. He knows the weight of his actions.

Link Click has and always will be a story about people. Where our emotions and choices take us. Lu Guang isn’t a robot so why would he be an exception?

Plus everyone should’ve been knew Lu Guang was sus anyway. Idk how that’s mischaracterization, there’s proof of him lying and keeping secrets from CXS in s1. It doesn’t ruin anything it recontextualizes what we were shown back then.

[livwritesstuff]

Hii first of all I absolutly ADORE your steddie drabbles. In regards to the girls I was thinking about what would there first job be as a teenager/ or if they even have one?

I think Steve would definnetly want them to earn some financial responsibility just so they could become more well rounded people.

I think they would all have their fair share of retail and fastfood jobs. I think out of all of them Hazel would definnelty enjoy her retail job but would not hesitate to abort and work in an animal shelter or volunteer/ help with wildlife animals.

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I totally think that Steve and Eddie would make the girls get jobs soon as they were legally allowed to work -- not so much because they actually intend to require that the girls pay for anything that isn’t a bare minimum necessity. I think it would be more that they just want their kids to see the value in that kind of work (but maybe that’s just me projecting because I genuinely think that everybody should work a service job at least once).

The thing about Moe is that she’s pretty good at just rolling with situations as they change, so if she has to get a job then she gets a job. I think she would look at the situation like how can I get this to work for me? I’ve gone into how Moe does winter sports like snowboarding and skiing so I think she would probably get a job at the mountain that she goes to. (tbh i think that’s what I’ve talked about before. I think I made a joke about how she works the ski lift, and she slows the lift down for the good skiers -- to humble them, obv).

I think out of the three, the one who would be most annoyed about having to get a job would be Robbie because 1) she doesn’t like to be told what to do, and 2) she does love to shop. I see her as either an absolutely unhinged waitress or taking a Moe-esque path and finding a way to turn something she already does into a job (maybe the place she takes violin lessons at has a storefront and she ends up working there).

As for Hazel, I feel like I see her loving retail. She’s just so chill and unbothered, and I also think that she would pretty immediately realize that if she works retail, she gets employee discount privileges. Once she realizes that, she applies to all the stores she likes to shop at, and she ends up working at one of her favorite clothing stores (idk I feel like I see her at Anthropologie or Urban or Aritizia or something like that). She comes home with a shopping bag every time she has a shift and Steve is like are you actually making money there or is all your paycheck going back to work?

I definitely see Hazel doing some sort of internship at an animal shelter or a wildlife sanctuary maybe her junior and/or senior years of high school and being so bummed about not working her retail job anymore because it means she loses her discount lol

[hazyange1s]

the musician & the artist, the blind man & the seer, the manipulated & the betrayed

yapping about them rq because ugh I’m in the mood for a tragic romance.

in my lore, sebastian and raegan are sort of the “main characters” — and the source of everyone’s problems 💀 ominis and Diana, respectively; are their best friends, but that’s not the only thing they share. they both wind up dragged into their friends’ schemes when all they really want is some damn peace and quiet.

sebastian, as we know, manipulates ominis (whether knowingly or not) into treading down a path he swore he’d never follow. seb starts lying, going behind his back… which culminates in him becoming the very thing ominis most despise. and by the end, ominis has pretty much lost all faith and truth in his best friend.

raegan doesn’t exactly manipulate diana, because at first she’s also a bit wary about Sebastian’s predilection towards dark magic. but things change, she starts to see the world differently, and when it comes down to it — she changes her mind, while diana never wavers. raegan absorbs the repository’s magic, accidentally kills fig, and diana loses her that night too.

they both grow up with disdainful and controlling parents (save for diana’s father); purebloods of high status who are expected to uphold the standards of their good names. but diana is believed to be a squib; with a behavioral disorder to boot, while ominis is blind and the black sheep in terms of values and beliefs.

both of them wind up channeling a lot of their pain into their crafts. diana is a painter, and ominis a piano player and composer. in time, they become each other’s muses without even realizing.

bro idk they just understand and empathize with each other better than anyone else. dear god they’re actually so sweet and wholesome and supportive I just wanna cry (and I wrote this shit).

[tanoraqui]

General Theory of Aman Economics

(by NOT an economist) (also on AO3)

Aman is very much a no-scarcity economy; even time isn’t limited, because everyone is immortal. However, they do use money, especially as more and more elves live there through sailing, re-embodiment, or just being born, because some sort of standardized valuation of common goods and conveniently exchangeable thing for them is useful.

Double-however, money is basically optional, because many people are happy to just share whatever, or barter, or learn to make something themselves rather than get it from someone else. Money most often gets used in:

Large collaborative projects where some sort of wages, payments for materials, etc. is a useful way to keep track of things as much as it is a means of paying people for their contributions. But payment may be required, at least as an enforcement of “you promised to do this so show up on time damnit”, if the work is a little boring—large-scale roadwork or something, idk—and not that many people are super interested.

If Person A wants to commission a creative work from Person B, and Person B isn’t inspired enough by their idea to do it for free and/or in any haste, and they don’t want anything from Person A in return…but they do want something from Person C, and C wants something from D… Money is often easier than arranging an elaborate trade chain

It’s entirely possible to use no money day to day and then, when you need it, go to an accountant and tell them all the things you own and what sort of work you can do, and they’ll tell you what value it all comes to, ie, how much money you legally have. You can then go physically withdraw that from a bank or do things intangibly like modern Earth finance.

As a rule, elves don’t go for paper currency, though metal may be used. In Middle Earth and other mortal continents of Arda, the most common Elvish currency is leaves of certain trees (to indicate denomination) preserved so as to not degrade and decorated in some standardized manner. Other Elvish currencies include shells, smooth rocks, and gemstones.

In Aman, the most common physical currency is gems, particularly in areas still socially dominated by Calaquendi, because that’s what the Calaquendi were using when everyone else started to arrive, because, yes, the Noldor invented money in Years of the Trees Aman. Of course the Noldor started it. They all carried around so many gems all the time that it was inevitable someone would be like,

“Hey, can I have your apple?”

“No, it’s mine. Get your own.”

“The nearest apple tree is a day away! Look, I’ll give you…” [fishes around in pockets] “…a ruby for it.”

“That is a nice ruby.”

“Damn right it is. Trade or not?”

“Trade.”

…and that happened enough that 1 apple = 1 2oz ruby started to unofficially standardize, and then someone sat down and laid out a proper system of standardization…

And then the Trees went Dark and everything got bad for a while, and in Beleriand there were REAL economics because there was actual scarcity, not to mention mistrust that people would keep their promises of future repayment; then in Aman post-War of Wrath there was no scarcity but with the ever-increasing mingling of ethnic groups the mistrust lingered…

Because gems are easily and happily made, insane inflation IS happening constantly, because you CAN just go to a jewelsmith and say, “Can I have [the equivalent of 5 million dollars] please?” and they’ll probably say, “Ooh neat project. In rubies or diamonds?”

There could be laws against this, but because it doesn’t REALLY matter (no scarcity!), instead, on average every couple hundred years the All-Aman Council of Economists and Accountants just issues a new declaration of, “We’re rebooting prices back to [X] standardization because it’s just not convenient to carry so many gems all the time just to buy a single apple. Use it or lose it by New Years. The Richest Elf Award will be announced the following month, after all accounting is done.”

(Accountants, people who professionally or as a hobby track where money is in the economy down to the smallest pebble, are generally regarded as a little weird even by elf standards. But they seem to be having fun!)

[rockcattomato]

Been relistening to the first season (Third time round) now that I have Patreon so I can hear the bonus episodes. And, idk if it was in one of the first Seven talking dads or not, but I’ve been thinking about something will said.

He was talking about reading a book about writing, and it said for your characters that you needed to think about what your character liked, what they hated, and what they wanted more than anything else in the world.

And they went through, one by one. And said what they’re character’s answers were.

I’m not going to say all of them but if you haven’t listened to this take a moment to sit and think about the answered, I sure wish I had had the chance.

Ok, ready?

Henry liked nature (ofc), he hated any sort of conflict, and he wanted more than anything else, to eb what he considered perfect. This is amazing and I love Henry for it. Bc deep inside every aspect of his character is his hypocrisy. He wears leather Birkenstocks, his favourite TV show isn’t actually the sunrise, he hates conflict and yet can’t control his own emotions. He wants more than anything else to be free of this, to be perfect. (We can discuss how this affects Lark, Sparrow, and Normal later if you would like).

On to Ron. I’ve forgotten what he hated. He like organisation. And more than anything else, he wanted to be the only voice in his own head. Someone asked oh so like Willie’s voice? And Beth said no, he wants to be the only person in his head, he doesn’t care who, but he doesn’t want their voice. So much of Ron’s character is just him making decisions outside of the norm, he is original, he is weird. And yet, he is what he believes to be a businessman. Everything that he does, while still being insane. Is formed by societies pre formed values, and its so interesting when you pay attention to how constricted Ron is by them.

Next up, Darryl. He liked the team, he liked community. He wanted more than anything else for those he cared about to be safe. And what he hated? What Darryl hates, is who he thinks he is. If you listen back to the beginning, he despises himself at the start. I’m just gonna let you sit with that one.

And finally, Glenn Close. He’s a joke, he’s a rockstar. He’s cool. He likes drugs and music and his life bc he’s fuckin awesome man (overall, it’s freedom). He hates cops, rules, people telling him what to do. And what he wants more than anything else? For everything to stay the same man! Bc his like is awesome and he likes it just the way it is. (Just imagine all that in Freddy’s voice, it makes sense dont worry). Except, you know what happens? It changes. In every way imaginable, he loses his son he gets his wife back only to find out she’s not even his, he fucking dies man. For Glenn, out of all the dads, nothing stays the same.

Ignore me, thinking about these insane weirdos. I love them, and have been thinking about this for weeks.

[sunhated-a]

I have yet to spawn again to share my opinions with you. (I’m the same guy who asked the nihilist question again. I’m just gonna identify as 🦈 anon if that even make sense, idk how tumblr works)

So I know muzan is a total hypocritical person but what if he just one day just suddenly becomes self aware of his entire existence and realizes how stupid his goal is but now he doesn’t want to atone for his sins as he doesn’t know if he regrets them but now his life is now progressively confusing and stupid to him yet he just continues to be the way he is after the realization because he doesn’t know what to do after that. Or something I dunno.

(If this seems confusing to you, don’t worry!! I don’t know what I’m trying to say either!1!1!1!)

Hello again anon!! And, happy holidays if you celebrate :D Yeah! Identifying yourself with an emoji could def help differentiate you from other messages.

But, yes I absolutely understand what you're saying, and it's actually a core part of how I write my version of Muzan.

Muzan is an incredibly old and studied person. But most of all, he is scientifically minded. Reaching a point of self awareness is an eventuality for him, I think. I think it would be a logical conclusion that he would reach a point when he understands that chasing after absolute perfection and stagnation would lead him to never improving and stop his growth. He will never get worse, but he would never get better. He'd come to the realization that he is chasing a delusion fueled by his own insecurity. So instead, he focuses more on improving himself in every way.

On the subject of regret, that is a bit more complicated. A part of Muzan took Yoriichi's words to heart, and as he finds himself identifying with human beings less and less, it's proven difficult for him to answer what the value of life is to him. He values his own life, but treats others with a complete lack of care. It's only when he is made to lose someone truly valuable that Muzan understands loss, and then he can come to know regret. He would be forcibly brought back to when he was a mortal, and made to empathize with them.

But unless something truly drastic like that happens, I can't imagine Muzan would regret anything he's done. My Muzan is written with more empathy, where he can and has formed bonds of sorts with human beings over the years. But he recognizes these to be ephemeral and transient by their very nature. He'll feel little more than a passing sadness when they die, but when given the choice to sacrifice them for himself, he will always pick himself.

[devoutlywished]

Idk give me something. Analysis or whatever. This is an invitation to speak the truth.

i think harry osborn has a deep undying unrelenting obsessive all consuming love and worship for his dead father. i think he values him over all others. i think his entire life is soaked in his father. i think this love borders on some sort of weird twisted freudian crush caused by harry’s lack of love in his childhood, his repressed homosexuality and losing his father at the point in his life when he’s going from adolescent to adult. i think he saw his fathers psychosexual obsession with his best friend and was jealous. i think he wondered why it wasn’t him. i do not think norman was ever sexually abusive to harry. not necessarily because norman is a good person who wouldn’t do something so vile, but more because he just doesn’t like harry. i think norman is a very power-hungry, lustful man and becoming the green goblin gave him an excuse to act on his true feelings. i don’t know if he would ever cross the line and actually fuck his son, even in his most insane evil moments. i think his lustful urges are usually focused on peter and mj. i could see him taking advantage of his sons devotion to him despite knowing how unhealthy it is. i also think men will eat unripe fruit and no one stops them. so yeah

[jtl07]

jt (finally) watches warrior nun - s1 e8 (pt 2?)

Okay so I’m dashing this off before this energy runs out but I had a further thought about s1e8 because for some reason I’m having a hard time moving on to e9 and e10?? idk why bc I definitely want to get to s2 I just … have no compulsion to watch the last two episodes of s1 it’s strange mostly around anger and fear (and yes, I am now thinking about Yoda and his whole “fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering” line which if I can do this right, will circle back to this line. Will I get there? Read on to find out lol).

So I’ve been rambling for a while now in my commentaries about Beatrice and her anger. There is just so. much. anger. in her. (I feel like anger and grief kinda run this show, or at least this season thus far) And it’s kinda fitting that the Sister Melanie story that she reads (and thus prompts her revelation) is one born from anger.

Yeah, I know she sidesteps Ava summary of the story as Sister Melanie “tapping into her rage” rather as her tapping into “something elemental in her soul” - but that doesn’t not mean she wasn't rage - rage is just as elemental as any other emotion.

It's just that anger gets such a bad rap - especially when it’s presented in/performed by people of color, not to mention a woman of color. I know lived experiences are unique, but as someone who’s lived that kind of experience - Asian, queer, female, raised Catholic, and a military background - anger was something that I know now is what kept me alive. It was the only way I could move past the trauma I had been dealt when I was younger, the only way I could find some sort of independence as a young adult. Anger was the only way I knew how to move in and keep remotely safe in the world - a world that had done so much to control and stifle me; a world where the only way I found I could provide value, the only way I could I could prove myself worthy of anything, was through obedience and loyalty and sacrifice.

So to see Beatrice angry in this episode, to see her snapping - even though it was at someone who hasn’t hurt her (i.e. Ava) - it was a bit therapeutic.

But not because she let herself get angry at Ava - but because she let Ava see the fear that was fueling her anger.

I wrote in my e4 commentary about how her anger is fueled by fear - how she calls out Lilith in the middle of a mission (fear of the OCS - her home, her family - being taken away from her), how she sends Camila away with the others so she’ll be the only one to retrieve the shield (extreme obedience and risk of self-sacrifice to prove her value). And I feel like that’s true here too. After Ava asks if she wants to talk about it, Beatrice immediately sidesteps, angrily focusing on the “moral” of the story - because if she doesn’t, she has no value to the Warrior Nun; if she doesn’t, she has to acknowledge the pain and fear that’s been driving her all this time.

And that’s the gift Ava gives her. I found myself comparing these Avatrice scenes re: Sister Melanie to that cave scene with Mary and Ava in e6. Why? Because both Beatrice and Mary take out their anger on Ava in those scenes - and Ava does not stand for it in either scene. She shoulder throws Mary, calls out Bea. When faced with other people’s anger, Ava does something really unique: she gets them to reflect on what’s driving that anger, that fear.

Anger and fear aren’t inherently “bad” things - it’s when we don’t acknowledge them, when we paint those feelings in a negative light and stuff them away that the problems start. And really, that’s what happens - case in point: after Beatrice saves Ava in s2, when she lets her “emotions blind her to the mission” (i.e. her fear of losing Ava), she basically goes into self-flagellation mode because she sees that as a Bad Thing TM (and yknow what? The Bad Thing she was really fearing still happens anyway).

But you know who’s given into fear and done beautiful things? Ava. Especially when saving Bea. I'm thinking of when she saves Bea from Sister Crimson in s1e7, then saving Bea from the wraith sin s2 - scenes beloved in the fandom, ones where Ava just goes with her fear, and anger, lets those emotions fuel her and the halo to do brilliant things.

And I couldn’t help but think that maybe why Bea hates her anger, her fear so much - because fear is really a sign of want. For Beatrice, she wants to keep her family safe, she wants Ava to live; she wants to be saved, wants to be seen as worthy of saving. But to want is selfish, to want is needy, and Beatrice can’t be seen as either of those things - can’t see bear to see herself as either of those things.

But Ava, gosh, she comes back to life feeling everything, doesn’t she? And how she lives makes everyone else also feel everything too. I don't think their emotions were ever "blinding" them - I think those were moments when they could truly see what was important.

Okay I think I’m all energy-ed out now. We’ll see if/when I get to e9 lol

[annikuh]

Jax & Co. talk ahead‼️

thinking abt pet names bc I love them, so obviously my characters are gonna use em too, but I think which ones they use mean a lot.

Ik what names are used toward Jax. Panathir calls them “precious” as a noun more than an adjective, like in a way that implies some sort of ownership (ala gollum from lotr) & objectification. it also implies a certain level of adoration & reverence; a need to protect them & fear of losing them.

Syvis calls them “beautiful being”, which is way different. they were/are very insistent that they aren’t a “person” (they don’t even use the word “life/alive” when referring to themself), thus she used “being”. it also doesn’t have the same implications that “precious” has. it’s a standalone descriptor; they are beautiful, period, appreciated for who they are and not the value they hold for someone else. Ykno?

HOWEVER I don’t really know what Jax calls either of them. they always use very religious language when thinking of Syvis—typically “goddess”—but she wouldn’t like them calling her that to her face bc she’s spiritual/religious, herself. (her mom is literally the head “pastor” of the town lol.) unsure of the intricacies of her religion, so idk if “angel” is in the running, but they use that often too when thinking of her and it’s cute. Jax absolutely worships her and has her on a pedestal—she literally saved their life—so I think it’s apt.

I have NO idea wtf they’d call Panathir tho. I’m actually unsure if they’ve ever even called him by his name in the 70+ pages I have of them. maybe in referencing him to someone else, but even then, I can only think of like two times that this may have happened. they’ve got a weird aversion ig (I kinda do too, I feel a lil weird saying his name in real life, wtf is that about LMAO). obviously atm in the narrative, Jax is not in petname territory at all (Panathir moved in with it REAL quick tho), but I feel like it may get there, maybe if only used sparingly. they’ve got a lot of guilt and anxiety and such to sort thru before that happens. I’ve been playing with some in my more non-canon writings but nothing has really jumped out at me. I do see them using a nickname for him tho eventually (& he’ll be very excited).

is difficult‼️

[the-brainrot-central]

Heyyyy you mentioned having ocs in a post, I believe…

Do you mind sharing? I like hearing about other people’s ocs 👉👈

OMG YES IM SO GLAD U ASKED

MICKEY

——She is a demon??? I think

——Was intended as part of this little idea I scrapped where several souls get trapped in purgatory because the gods can’t decide where they should go, or something like that, and so they are all just in this blank void slowly going insane together :)

——Each one of them is supposed to embody a concept or a trait of the human psyche in a way

——She symbolizes rage, righteousness, strong justice, hatred, as well as violence and malevolence, if she were a sin she would be Wrath

——Screams a lot, cries a lot, eats a lot, sleeps a lot. Being angry all the time is exhausting for her

——Her existence is just pain

——Frequently violent, favorite weapon is a baseball bat with spikes on the end

——She is chubby and short

——Has ratty, teased up pigtails

——She has a stand (of course) that is a black goopy tar sort of monster, like molten lava that’s all black with fiery, glowing eye sockets or something

Goobie gumba

——don’t have a name for this guy yet

——gender-fluid, all pronouns

——is a shapeshifter

——just a sad, sexy little bitch

——so very sad and sexy

——also has a stand

Old as fuck dude

——no name for him

——he is also in the Shadow Wizard Money Gang (they love casting spells 🪄)

——aka he is also in purgatory

——gay old man, very wise, very kind

——mostly a passive observer of chaos but he will give you a hug if you want

——for some reason I can only imagine him as fucking dumbledore

——but like skinnier and more sad looking

——and with glitter in his beard

——a cynic through and through

——has lost all faith

——has been around too long

——good with kids

——enjoys tarot card reading——he doesn’t believe in all the spiritual mumbo jumbo, he just uses them to pass the time

——has a stand, idk what yet

——someone save this poor man

—

Frankie (evil ver)

——Nasty stinky little man

——Also a demon????

——I hate him so much

——But he is babygirl

——Basically he is a manifestation of me and everything I hate about myself lmao

——Serial killer, cannibal. He likes to torture his victims before they die, it turns him on

——He is more powerful than the others so he can leave the purgatory dimension for brief 24 hour periods. This is how he gets his victims.

——He can’t really control his urges, he’s like an addict

——Little sense for morals, very hedonistic——he values his own pleasure above most things

——He symbolizes lust, gluttony and greed, among other things

——Horny but in a fucked up way

——Long, skinny, lanky, gremlin sized. You can see his ribs through the skin. Bigass fucking feet

——His stand is this grotesque, lovecraftian flesh monster, some beast with many eyes and mouths, covered in some sort of gross liquid like saliva. He can also manifest his stand as a bunch of meaty tentacles, they look like colons/intestines with sharp suckers on the end (think of a sea lamprey)

——Goes into states of feral regression, in which he loses his human intelligence and his brain degraded to that of a wild, bloodthirsty animal, driven by instinct and visceral urge. He loses the ability to talk in this state, instead making grunts and growls, barking, crawling on all fours. He becomes more violent and impulsive in this state

——will eat anything he finds off the ground, doesn’t care how dirty it is. Free food is free food

——Collects trash and random trinkets from the human dimension, hoards them in piles

Frankie (normal version)

——is a high schooler

——very athletic, great at sports

——Plays soccer very well but he hates it

——very egocentric, obsessive narcissism

——Doesn’t feel love or compassion for people, only cares about himself

——very talented but very unmotivated, gave up on life since the day he was born

——he’s a creep, a weirdo, what the hell is he doing here, he don’t belong here

——Is a good friend, despite his personal shortcomings

——doesn’t really like his friends

——doesn’t really like anyone at all to be honest

——he’s just some guy

——has a porn addiction, is into guro (yikes)

——is just not normal mentally, in any way

——just a rotten little fucker

I have more ocs but these are the ones specifically from the Purgatory universe. Might make a second post about the other silly guys

[late-to-the-fandom]

🎲 If your OC played a pen and paper RPG, what class would they pick? Warrior, mage, thief, ranger, cleric, paladin, druid, necromancer, bard (or other, if that’s not enough).

🎮 If your OC lives or would live in the modern world, would they like video games? What would be their favorite game?

👎 Is there someone your OC can’t stand, despite them being on the same side or sharing basic values?

🌈 Does your OC speak more than one language? If so, how many and which?

For your an OC of your choice <3

All right, I really loved these and couldn’t decide who to do them for so I did both the Maw Walker and Renathal

🎲 If your OC played a pen and paper RPG, what class would they pick? Warrior, mage, thief, ranger, cleric, paladin, druid, necromancer, bard (or other, if that’s not enough).

The Maw Walker would be a warrior. She is secretly embarrassed she’s quite terrible at hand to hand combat, and in a fantasy life she’d love to rectify that.

Renathal would want to be something close to what he already is which is … did anyone decide? Warrior? Thief? Death Paladin? Idk he’d probably want to invent a hybrid something that matched his perception of himself

🎮 If your OC lives or would live in the modern world, would they like video games? What would be their favorite game?

The Maw Walker would play the sort of video games that had no specific aim or were open world. She wouldn’t play anything with a PvP or competitive element. She would play the shit out of Animal Crossing.

Renathal would say he only plays for fun, but be secretly stupid competitive. He would play those sort of popular mmo pvp games like League, Overwatch, etc, but he’d only play until he started to lose. I think he’d also enjoy a good puzzle game in his spare time, but if no one else he knows plays the game he loses interest (if no one can see his achievements they don’t count).

👎 Is there someone your OC can’t stand, despite them being on the same side or sharing basic values?

The Maw Walker dislikes the Kirin Tor, honestly for no good reason except a basic mistrust of governing bodies and arcanists who think they know better than everyone else. Renathal doesn’t like pretty much all the other Harvesters except the Curator. The Accuser is a great example of someone he respects but who is just too different to ever be real friends with. He’s also not overly fond of any of the Kyrian Contingent (although again, he respects their purpose).

🌈 Does your OC speak more than one language? If so, how many and which?

The Maw Walker is a prodigy with languages. In spite of her relatively brief time with the Horde, she’s earned ambassador status, and speaks other alliance languages too (plus neutral languages). Once heard, always remembered is her and languages (but she’s fucked if she needs to remember someone’s face).

Renathal speaks no other languages. When people die, souls end up all speaking the same sort of Shadowlands Allspeak, so he’s never had to learn any other languages. The Maw Walker does make fun of him for this, yes (imagine being older than time and speaking only the language you were born with)

Thank you for the asks, sorry I doubled up 😅

[hxhhasmysoul]

i’m too old for chainsaw man

finished reading chainsaw man. it failed to traumatise me so it’s whatever. the hype fell flat, but hey that’s standard for me, 80% of the hyped stuff doesn’t even look interesting enough for me to try. and most of the stuff i do try is just whatever. spoilers ahead for the manga so far so like till chapter 106 or sth though i don’t go into details.

with chainsaw man i think i’m too old for it. things done for shock value tire me, leave me completely indifferent. and there’s just so much of that in this manga. the puke recurring gag, the constant maiming and killing of everyone, the constant plot twist that x is bad actually, the creepy sex stuff - i’m referring to makima shit and the gratuitous lesbianism and not to the fact that denji wants to get laid, if anything interesting was done with the latter i’d’ve been ecstatic but it just kept disappointing and being reset (i try to explain what i mean by that later). these things fail to shock me because i’m old and i’ve seen/read too much. they don’t offend me because i’m not automatically offended by poorly handled topics if the intention doesn’t seem malicious - it just makes me lose interest because it makes me think that there are works which handle this better and i could be enjoying them instead. and if the author wipes out the cast too fast before they grow on me i automatically emotionally disengage and i just start to expect it and wait for it. but that means that i don’t get attached to the characters, thus the story can’t grab me and traumatise me.

it reads really fast but for me probably especially so because i wasn’t invested much. it didn’t make me pause. and i kept going and begging it: do something interesting, show me what the hype is about. do something interesting at least with denji, power and aki. do something interesting with makima - and no what it does with her isn’t interesting, it’s telegraphed really early on how her character is going to go and at least for me it just lacked flavour - like i think it’s foreshadowed well, it’s just not exciting. there are so many solid ideas in the story that could’ve gone somewhere but at least for me they never go to any really interesting places. the author just glides on the surface never really diving in.

the problem is that when it comes to denji the story just resets several times. like things happen in the story and they seem to have impact but then a reset happens and they stop meaning anything? and i think it also happens to the other characters it’s just that i only sort of managed to care about denji but the others barely or not at all. but also i’m not really able to care about denji when he gets constantly reset. i feel like i’m watching a playthough of an rpg where someone savescums their dialogue options and choices but kinda isn’t open about it, like acts as if they aren’t doing that? it’s hard to describe.

and i’m even ready to agree with someone who’d claim that this isn’t bad writing but some modern art writing choice. it’s done so regularly that i’m ready to buy that. it just leaves me completely indifferent. i’ve never been into reading experimental novels or stories much, my adhd isn’t very conducive to that. but there was a time in my life when i watched a lot of arthouse cinema, like a lot. i have a very high tolerance for it, static single camera shots that last hours, dialogue that goes on for 20 minutes without pause? been there done that. abstract, surrealist, absurdist, highly aestheticised - you name it i’ve watched an example of it. i’ve also watched films from at least 30% of countries around the world. but what that gave me is an opinion on what i like and also that artsy and rare doesn’t have mean good.

and i feel that with chainsaw man a lot of the hype is about it being a lot of people’s first artsy title. idk, maybe i’m wrong.

also the film references in chainsaw man are hyped. and maybe i’d’ve cared about if i wasn’t so fucking done with the nostalgia culture we have now. like i’ve been done with this thing almost since the moment it started like what 10 years ago? and now i just recoil from anything that is nostalgia infused. so references just leave me cold, too close to that nostalgia shit. sorry.

i’ll say something nice about it to wrap this up. chainsaw man isn’t a bad manga it’s just nothing special imo. i like the visuals though. the author isn’t really this perfect kind of manga artist but at least that gives the thing a visual flavour, it’s nice in its imperfection. i read a lot of webcomics and the vibe is strong with chainsaw man. and i like the character designs and the devil designs. and the world building is fun at times.

[alyjojo]

September 🏋🏽‍♂️ 2024 Monthly - Capricorn

Preshuffle: Something you do is coming off as impulsive, heated, passionate, or blunt - and something about the delivery or details causes this to be rejected because it hurts someone - 9 Wands. Someone has their guard up, or you do and you’re dealing with someone like this.

Meditation: You were staring at clouds that were turning into shapes, first a cross ✝️, then a rabbit 🐰, then a cloud ☁️ which is ironic and painful because you stayed a cloud forever and I was like 😑 by the time it finally changed…into a gun, that shot me in the head…with a blueberry 🫐 Nothing was a coincidence. Idk what that even means.

Main energy: The Lovers

What’s going on in September:

5 Pentacles, The Devil rev, 2 Pentacles, 10 Pentacles, 9 Wands

The vibe coming off of this initially is one where you could be seeing someone new and purposely trying to keep them away from your family, or vice versa, because you don’t know what they’re going to say/think/do about it. You’re afraid of that, cautious for some reason. Could be work too, especially if you have a dangerous profession, like a cop 👮‍♂️ I see all of these people loving you, and you at the bottom with The Hermit…protecting them? Or yourself, maybe your romantic person - you know they won’t like your person, so you avoid them, there could be big differences in culture/ethnicity/values. Ethnicity doesn’t usually stand out to me but I’m seeing one brown boy in a sea of white people here and it’s being shown as *obvious*, whatever differences exist between you. This could also be a literal lover and you’re leaving a family dynamic. Some actually have lovers, some did and quit, some just consider it and opt out - but in any case it’s being shown to you as a case of emotional manipulation involved - you’re aware, no matter what side of this you’re on.

I do see you gaining the necessary perspectives on a painful situation and acting appropriately. It could be an addiction of sorts too, there could be intervention energy here with all of these people - that do care ❤️ If this Devil energy has been finances & debt then that’s what family is coming around to help with - or that’s what you’re going back and forth on, whether to ask for help. What will they say? There seems to be a history with them and you where they see you as a Knight of Wands that impulsively does shit that irritates them, maybe signing contracts you can’t afford or rushing into things before thinking - for the fun of it or it sounded good at the time. You don’t want to hear it, don’t want to upset anyone, and are deeply hurt by anyone perceiving you as someone who IS non-committal, not serious, not responsible. But your actions (or another’s) will probably give that exact impression - that’s what it is, whatever this is. You’re a smart cookie 🍪 It’s the pride of it all. You don’t want to admit where you *are* this Knight of Wands (or that’s someone else).

Some of you could be using surveillance or something around the home, maybe people think you’re losing it. To them it’s manipulation and they’re looking at you like 👀 but to you it’s protection and making sure others are safe. Some have a situation with a lover that ended or the worst was avoided, but your person still won’t talk to you and looks at you like the villain - could also be switched, but you’re still in contact and it’s not over with…not in Sept.

Advice: Queen of Cups & The Sun

Can’t get better than that. If there’s a Cancer, water sign, the nurturer in the family - could be Mom or a sister - they’re the ones to talk to. This could also simply be showing your own emotions in a loving way. Or if this is someone else, the energy is loving, wholesome & genuine, you can’t get happier cards in the whole deck, and 10 Cups is here. Whatever happened that’s painful, stressful, a struggle - looks like it’s done or it will be. Could just be saying to be loving, supportive, and “focus on happiness” if these are other people or family drama that doesn’t even involve you. If the issues are yours, speak up so people can show you love - or show your own feelings of love, compassion, care 🙃 With Abundance (twice!), whether it’s love or family, you definitely have (or will have) a lot of support where it counts. If there are a lack of actual parents I’m seeing them be filled or replaced with in-laws or friendships, “found family” for some of you.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Capricorn, Taurus, Pisces, Cancer, Gemini & Sagittarius

Oracle: ✨

13 Abundance 💰

Abundance takes on many forms: material possessions, friendships, excellent health, emotional stability, unique experiences…

When you lock yourself into a narrow view on what defines abundance, you lose out on the whole picture of what it *could* mean. Open yourself up to as many forms of wealth and abundance that are possible and watch your blessings multiply. Always remember that focusing on what you do not have is a sure-fire way to feed the energy and make that your truth. Every day watch for signs of abundance from the universe - acknowledge and be thankful, thus encouraging the continued flow of energy. Remember the universe will always provide you with what you need.

Magic Opportunity 🪄

Embrace the unexpected; seize the chance for transformation.

Open to Receive 🤲

Invite abundance with open arms; embrace the blessings waiting to flow into your life.

We enter into September as:

Sky Blue 💎

“You’ll see it when you believe it.” - Wayne Dyer

Seeking wise council is vital when you are pushing into new territory that may be overwhelming. Choose wisely though; if you choose someone too critical of your dreams, it could be a hinderance. When we are close to the proper decision, often we teeter on the brink and simply give up for fear of being embarrassed. Do not use another person’s negativity as an excuse to hold yourself back. If you pick someone who you know will not support you, do not blame them for your shortcoming. When you believe something is possible, everything and everyone you need to manifest your desires will materialize. We can only create what we can envision. It is time for you to imagine what you wish to create, for you will only see it, when you believe it!

What is to be learned in September:

Blue November 🕊

“ A window is opened as a door gently closes.”

The passing of things in our lives is inevitable. Jobs, people, friendships, or relationships. This card is a message that whatever is going on requires a release on your part. There is no healthy escape from your own feelings. This card is a reminder that what is taken away is replaced with something else, in some form, eventually. You may not even be aware of the loss, but others around you are feeling it, in some cases. This could represent some unexpected news. You must be grateful for what you have. A coming celebration will pull you through whatever is coming. Do not be afraid that you are avoiding your feelings by celebrating. Your feelings will surface, and resurface, when they’re supposed to. Whatever is pending that you must face will not be as frightening as it is in your mind.

Blue may be a lucky color 💙