#however implied at the end

[wordsbymae]

Price of War

Ok I lied, I was gonna do something for an oc, but I have been obsessed with Arcadie: Second Born since I played it so I had to do very short piece inspired by it. Sorry if it isn't as good as you guys are used to! It has been awhile since I've written anything.

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The last of your name, the last of your blood. The sole survivor of a massacre enacted solely to destroy your family, to murder each and everyone of you. The King and Queen were dead. Throats slashed from behind as they feasted and cheered atop their great seats. Next came your older brother and sister. They were fierce warriors but caught completely unaware, in the once assumed safety of their great familial hall. Cut down by those they once called friends. Your uncle, barely leaving his seat, was the fourth to fall. Numerous other family members, those you loved, those you cared for and even those you barely even knew, were slain after. Their blood mixing in with that of their fallen kin. Screams and cheers coming together in a wicked display of evil. Those not of your name ran for their lives, leaving behind their loyalty for the fallen royal family behind in the muck of betrayal.

It was an extermination. Leaving you, youngest of the King and Queen's children, and the last of your entire family, to live. It was due to no cunning or skill of yours that you were still alive. No mercy from above or a chance of fate. The traitor willed you to live and as such you were spared. But, as the traitor sat on the very seat your father was murdered on, used your mother's still warm body as a foot rest, and cleaned the sword he used to cut your brother down, you wished, and not for the last time, that you had fallen with your kin.

He sat before you, lazily wiping your brother's blood from his great sword. You recognised it as the sword your mother gifted him for a successful campaign in the east. The great hall was silent now. There had been gargles and moans of the dying but it was finally silent. Death had come for your once great house. Those complacent in the massacre stood tall and motionless, like statues that littered the walls. And like statues they held no guilt for what had occurred.

You stood, shaken and teary eyed. You tried to hold back emotion, lest the traitor in front of you saw you as weak. You had been dragged from your hiding place while your family was still being butchered, you thought the same would happen to you. Instead you were dragged through rivers of blood and over dying bodies. Your second cousin had gripped onto you ankle with such a force you could still feel his nails digging into your skin now. You could feel his blood drying on your face too, the memory of those who had been dragging you kicking and slashing him as he laid on the floor, until his grip finally loosened.

The traitor in front of you let out a sigh, lulling you back into the present. He seemed bored or at the very least disappointed.

"I thought it would have been harder" he spoke, pushing your mother's body back and forth with his foot, until he bored of it and pushed your mother down the stairs, to your very feet. You stared at her, her eyes dull, yet screaming at you with fear and sadness at the very same time.

" I thought it would take more to bring down the once great royal family". You couldn't tell if he actually wanted an answer, or was just pushing salt into the emotional wounds that littered you.

He stood and began to slowly walk down the steps to meet you. Upon coming across your mother's body he kicked her to the side. There was a time you found him attractive, there was once a time one might say you had 'feelings' for him. But it was nothing but a child's fancy. The man in front of you was no longer your childhood companion, no longer was he the trusted general of your father's armies, no longer the Kingdom's most valued hero. He was a murderer, a villain, a traitor. A suddenly occurred to you, that the tribes and chiefdoms that your father ordered him to raise to the ground, had known him long before you as only as that, an evil, wicked man.

"Do you know why I spared you?" he asks, the face of your childhood friend, corrupted with the blood of your kin.

You opened your mouth to answer. To tell him no, to tell him to go fuck himself, to make a morbid joke of him wanting to torture you in front of the kingdom. You weren't quite sure what you were going to say. But he cut you off, clearly not in the mood to discuss his internal plans.

"Because you are the key to peace and the price of war" he states, eyes drilling into yours. You stared back in confusion, he was never one for riddles.

" I have fought in countless battle, killed hundreds, caused pain to thousands, and what was it for? hmm? Nothing, not a single fucking thing" he spits, you try to step back, but he only inches closer.

"I was lied to, we were all lied to" he shouts, pointing to his men who stiffen as he does so. "we were told war is the maker of peace, we were told that for every life we take, every family we slaughter, our kingdom, our homeland would flourish. It was nothing but a filthy fucking lie."

He turns back to where he left his sword, leaning on your father's seat. He grabs it, and turns back to you.

"I was given this as a gift for my battles in the east, but it was not what was promised to me" he snarls, his arm lifting until the sword was pointed at you, he steps forward, the tip coming to rest under your chin.

"Your mother promised me you" he whispers, the anger from before shifting to desperation. His arm lowered and so did the sword.

"It was the one thing I asked for when I left for the front lines, that if I survived I would have your hand in marriage, as we had planned as children, as it should have always been. But your mother lied, told me that of course she would be honoured to have me as your husband if I came back a hero, but a soldier and a hero are not always the same. I did what I was told, killed all those who opposed us, and for what? A scrap of metal to be thrown at my feet because I was not noble enough? That unlike your family's spoiled brats, I actually fought along side my men? I didn't stand on some ridge over looking chaos and watch as if it was some sport?"

"They lied to me, about everything. Why we were fighting, why we were killing, why my soldiers had to die in a foreign land to a foreign hand. Peace we were told. It wasn't peace, it was greed. Now it is time for us to be greedy. It's time for us to make war to make peace. This land will be rid of those who sent us to war for scraps of metal and gold. And a new dawn, a new kingdom for the common people will be born. It's finally time for me to get what was promised to me, for all the shit I've been through, for all the blood I split, I finally will have you. And I will be the king this kingdom deserves"

You let go of a breath you didn't know you had.

"The kingdom will never accept you as king" you whisper, trying to swallow but only finding a parched mouth. "They will see you as nothing but a bloodthirsty tyrant"

He stares at you for a moment, until a deep chuckle fight past his lips. He laughs for a few moments, his silent statues of men begin cracking their façade and laugh along with him.

"Of course they will accept me. I'm the kingdom's valiant hero, who not only protected them from the eastern tribes, but rescued them from the tyranny of your parent's rule. You live a sheltered life your majesty, you know not of what is beyond the castle walls"

Your heart races. Surely your parent's were loved by all? They seemed to think so, hosting large parties and feasts in honour of the peasant and common folk. Yet you now only find it odd that your never truly saw common folk at these gathering, unless of course you count the servants.

The usurper king continues speaking.

"But suppose you are right, that there are some who would refuse to see me reign, well as you as my spouse, how could anyone refuse, after all you are the sole living survivor of your family, you are therefore the ruler of this kingdom, and with me as your king, none shall dare threaten us." he chuckles, a dark and violent sound.

"Any child of yours is the heir to the throne, and I intend to sire that child" his eyes gleam dangerously in the candle light of the hall.

You look down at your mother, kicked to the side, eyes open forever unseeing. For a moment you wished that you could lay down beside her one last time and be one with your family again, forever unseeing, yet forever out of reach of the usurper king's hands.

[sotiredmostnights]

i know everyone likes to put tharja in the "yandere goth girl" category but tbh i feel like pigeonholing her into one specific archetype does a huge disservice to her character. is she obsessed with curses and robin? yes. is she constantly shoved into a fanservice role by intsys? absolutely.

but i think a lot of people forget just how impactful a lot of her supports are...there's something about tharja that makes nearly everyone who interacts with her divulge their deepest secrets and points of anxiety with her. we see this with libra, who tells her of the abandonment he endured at the hands of his parents. we see it with nowi, whose cheerful demeanor slips off as she tells tharja of her missing parents. and although tharja is not the only one lon'qu confides in regarding ke'ri, their support is notably the only one in which lon'qu divulges that there was romantic involvement between he and his childhood friend.

and despite her antisocial exterior, she always listens mindfully and offers to help! she even goes out of her way to discreetly help the shepherds (getting virion to do odd jobs that benefit civilians, interrogating henry to make sure he bears no ill will towards ylisse, etc).

a big thing about tharja is that she IS kind. she IS considerate. she just also has a reputation to uphold as a dark mage and that (paired with her overall awkwardness ofc) makes her true nature hard to see at first glance

[shinynewmemories]

All the final lines of each part of every Hunger Games book

THG: 

Part I:

“Because . . . because . . . she came here with me.”

Part II:

Before I can stop myself, I call out Peeta’s name.

Part III:

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

CF:

Part I:

It’s my mockingjay.

Part II:

This is no place for a girl on fire.

Part III:

“Katniss, there is no District Twelve.”

MJ:

Part I:

And his blood as it splatters the tiles.

Part II:

That I’m of more use to her dead than alive.

Part III:

I tell him, “Real.”

[seawaterisverysaltywoah]

this was drawn a few months ago

and have some icon redraws to go with it (these are more recent 'cause i drew it today)

[asilosmagdalena]

It's interesting how despite everyone immediately clocking Roman as the most queercoded sibling, narratively, Kendall's queerness is more often called into question. Despite him being the only one that tried to have a heterosexual marriage with kids.

The most shocking thing to me about Logan telling Roman: "I never figured you for a faggot," is that it's only coming up now. Roman, who constantly tells his dad he loves him (which was the faggotry Logan was talking about), his effiminacy, his struggles being intimate with women, that Roman getting jerked off by his trainer was a well known rumor... Logan had never considered this before.

But with Kendall, Logan bombards him with homophobia since episode one and has continued to do so consistently. "I hear you bent for him, and he fucked you," "Is that why you're paying a billion dollars for a gay little website?" "Hey, are you queer? Did you try to fuck him?"

I didn't know what to make of this, really, except that Logan doesn't really see Roman for who he is. He was completely oblivious to Roman's feelings for Gerri, even though everyone else could see it. Logan told Roman he wants him at ATN and that "Smart people know what they are," but if he knew Roman at all, he wouldn't say that in the first place.

And then when I was looking for a certain Stewy scene on YouTube, I rewatched the one where Logan disdainfully calls Stewy "My son's college drinking buddy." That quote on its own doesn't imply anything deeper with all the context added together...

I doubt Logan would be so pissed off at Kendall merely having a friend, (even though none of his other kids have friends and isolating them is a manipulation tactic) the vitriol sounds more like he resents Stewy for taking Kendall's gay virginity or something. And even moreso for staying in his life after Kendall's failed hetero marriage. The "college drinking buddy" comment both serves to undermine their decades long relationship and calls attention to them being in college... drinking... experimenting... who knows what else.

I don't necessarily believe Kendall and Stewy would have had a sexual relationship in the past, but there are too many scenes of them being coded as lovers for me to even cite right now. If Logan had assumed they had a sexual relationship, it would have been based upon the fact that their closeness went far beyond what is usually for straight guys.

So, if Logan failed to recognize Roman's queerness because Logan doesn't see Roman, maybe Logan used homophobia against Kendall because he knew him too well.

[nibbelraz]

Sqh pole dancing

Idk if dancing is what he's doing but he sure is trying

[djsherriff-responses]

can dolph lactate in laserhen au?

Yes, much to his dismay

[spnintheyearofourlord]

Okay Dean “You know I am not much for prayin’ ‘cause in my book it’s the same as beggin’” and “I prayed to you, Cas, every night” Winchester, I see you.

[rxttenfish]

so ive been pecking at iHunt and god yeah this summarizes so much of my bitching about queer monster stories

[lovevalley45]

i just realized that bc of alexandrite all the scientists that were involved with swag being cloned and sol's creation are probably dead... which is wild to think abt but also damn murph u really saved urself with that one

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads // twitter thread

The Meister of Decimen City

a chaotic superhero satire

a genius who’s labelled a villain by the government after her super intelligent dinosaur children get loose is put under supervision 

and has to confront her past / deal with the trauma of her complicated family/sibling relationships

and also the realisation that she might be asexual

[naylor]

genuine question, how do you manage the disconnect when someone you've invested so much into doesn't match up with your values (not sure if i'm phrasing that right)?

i don't. i'm constantly hyper aware that my favourite artist and a person i have admired and loved for basically half my life is silent on a cause that in the past six months i've dedicated my entire self to. it's easier because she has never shown support for zionist occupation and she surrounds herself with people who have openly spoken and supported the palestinian cause but it's not ignored by me

i'm disappointed by her inaction because i know she has the means to do so much good and although i can understand and even empathise with some of the possible reasons why she hasn't it still sucks ass

at the end of the day i go on with my life and my activism and look at her only for entertainment lately and when i do so i am constantly aware that there's this very important cause i believe in, that's about the preservation of human rights, and she has distanced herself from it

[impostorsshow]

Been thinking about how "Tragic guy who wanted to end all of it" became "Tragic guy who wanted to end all of it"

I really don't think enough people talk about how interesting it is that Geno and Error are the same person, but also I just don't think it could ever be talked about enough to me. They are the same person through and through, despite everything it's still you and all of that, but are also each others narrative foil. They both wanted to end it all, Geno willing to do anything possible and driven to the point of last resort in an attempt to end it all and kill Chara, but it was all in an attempt to save everything, to stop seeing his friends die over and over. Error was driven to madness through no fault of his own, and is willing to do anything to end everything, the entire universe, and he doesn't even know why.

Ontop of this [and is what inspired the drawing] is that error and geno seem to have, at core, very different reactions to a threat. I deleted like 200 words because I can't figure out how to word this correctly and extensively without repeating myself five times, so the short of it is that when Geno would try to de-escalate a situation, Error wouldn't even consider it as a possibility. Errors survival instinct is almost animalistic and his first priority in any situation is making sure he is safe [no doubt because he is hated by the entire multiverse and considered a threat to immediately attack] and Geno he died so many times he almost doesn't care, but he has a intrinsic fear of death that Error utterly lacks.

I don't interact with the Undertale fandom much if at all anymore so I've just been kind of stewing with my interpretations of these guys alone since 2018 so I have a lot of thoughts. I have thoughts on Ink and Nightmare [separately] too, but I really don't want to draw either of those guys so those rants will have to wait until I find an excuse. Anyway it's 3:30 am I'm going to go to bed

[chuchayucca]

Discussions of implied fictional CSA & SA

I recently been wondering if there’s a chance Richard thinks Roy’s aggressive and distant behavior is normal and not a sign of CSA because he acted similarly to Roy when he was younger

Reasonings in the tags

[parkersgnome]

I can’t stand people who shit on introverts.

[cockyroaches]

Ok the funniest thing to come out of the destruction of James somerton is that I fully believed yuuri on ice was explicitly gay and it wasn't just implication and nuance. I got the Tumblr treatment. Cannot believe this.