#i didn't think to account for all the changes i made to the universe

[netscapenavigator-official]

The poll I posted earlier which aimed to clear up the direction I took the second draft of my story has done the exactly opposite. Now I'm even less sure what to do. 😵‍💫

[sheeezu]

Yes, this is a new account, I just made this. I don't care if people question the authenticity of my post, my experience as a shifter, or whatever I'm about to say.

I don't know how to use Tumblr, nor do I know how to make my post reach people who need it, nor would I be a narcissist and say "you're lucky if you found my post!" I don't mind if this reaches an audience or not, I'm glad to get everything off my chest.

Yes. I've shifted.

I have shifted realities, more times than I can count on my fingers, and that is for a very specific reason, which I'll explain later.

I'm writing this because I'm about to permashift, and no, I won't hear out any antishifters or people who don't like permashifting in general, I don't care about your opinion so don't waste my time.

Before I start, I'd like to say one thing:

I was irrational minded, I lacked belief in myself and shifting. Shifting often times felt like a chore more than a fun activity, and i have to admit, it became an unhealthy habit.

So? Why did I mention this?

Because I had been lurking around shifting communities and I realised everyone feels like this, a very (mentally) painful feeling where the lack of shifts starts acting as your biggest enemy, and the phrase:

"Shifting needs practice!"

Sounds like poison when it comes from an experienced shifter.

Though, is the phrase actually true?

No, not at all.

Shifting does not need practice!!

Here's why:

(BTW, I will explain my "method", no matter if I have time or not. Also, I don't call this reality "Current Reality", instead I call it Void reality, so don't get confused.)

The "practice" you're doing is only affecting your void reality (taking time out of your day, making you constantly think you're in your learning phase, so it doesn't exactly lead to your desired reality, does it?)

Of course, if you view it as a skill, it will in some way act like that, it'll become a skill for you, and you can never succeed on your first, second, third, hundredth try, because in your brain you have registered the fact that shifting is this grand, universal task, and that it is very difficult (because its common sense that you practice difficult things to get good at them)

Practice is a very humane and earthly act, if people have succeeded doing just practice, then good for then, they're right in their own way, but it didn't work for me, and in my opinion it's the worst way to view shifting, and often times it is demotivating, and you'll mess up you're entire journey.

Shifting is not a skill, shifting is a universal law.

I'll become more clear as I explain my journey:

My journey:

I found shifting from a random YouTube video 3 years ago. I might have only said cool and moved along.

A year later something traumatic happened in my life, which shook me so badly I needed an escape.

First of all, I chose astral projecting, but I realised I was too much of a coward to do so.

Then I came towards shifting, first DR was very typical, it was Hogwarts.

Having no knowledge whatsoever in the topics of spirituality, meditation, I went straight to methods, because they were like guides for me, I was very inexperienced, of course, and looked at other people and what they were doing for guidance.

Alice in wonderland method didn't do much, raven method was too uncomfortable (side note, all this raven method does is make you too focused on your void reality, cmon, in your DR are you laying down like a starfish?) And I was having terrible trouble with my intrusive thoughts (which made the floor disappear from under my feet, made the stairs for the stairs method too short to climb or straight up made them dissappear as well)

I didn't have any luck that year, no mini shifts, no lucid dreams, or sleep paralysis. And my DRs never remained constant. They always changed on a daily basis.

I was big on methods, I couldn't realize they never worked for me.

Although, this year of failure led me to finally figure out where I belonged.

A DR made out of scratch, which I spend much effort in putting the pieces of it together.

The DR, which was called "Home reality" really made me feel settled in my journey.

LOA, and the consciousness theory were the leading factors which made me shift.

And don't worry, it isn't what you're tired of being told, I didn't just apply any orthodox definition of LOA and succeeded.

Background to my first shift:

It was a particularly stressful day, I really missed my home.

I was studying at my college (I still am, but...) and I was dreading giving a chemistry test, I did not prepare. In my mind, one thing was constantly looping in my head.

The scenario of the chemistry teacher coming in, and taking the test, and the next day I get it handed back with a big fat zero.

But then I stopped and wondered, having already known about the consciousness theory, so according to it:

"I am constantly letting this thought run in my mind, and constantly letting this reality dictate what happens next."

Basically, I realized what was about to happen next was indirectly in my control, but with my line of thinking, I was letting this reality control it directly.

I stopped, like actually stopped thinking.

And with a blank mind I thought.

"I won't have to take any test today."

And went around telling my classmates this with a confident tone.

The teacher came in, said we'll instead do some practicals in lab.

So the test got cancelled.

Going home, I got excited, i felt powerful.

I decided to apply this to shifting.

Before shifting, I took a nap during the day, (if you're tired your body insists on sleeping, so your mind will get hazy and you will start acting lazy towards your goal)

And after living how I normally would, before bedtime, I listened to some songs, and look at a Pinterest board which reminded me of my home reality.

My method and what happened next:

First phase of shifting:

When I laid down on the bed to start shifting, I first got comfy (for me, if I feel sleepy for some reason, I laid on my back, I can't fall asleep in that position, but if I think ill stay awake until I reach a "detached state" then I sleep on my side, it's comfortable)

I obviously wasn't checking the time, but I spent about 10 minutes getting relaxed, all I do to relax is:

a) look at the blackness (closed eyes, looks like starry skies) and try to believe I'm looking at the milky way.

b) think about my home reality, just faces of my loved ones, and nostalgia inducing images.

c) Affirm, but don't focus entirely on affirming, usually in the back of my mind I'm repeating "I have shifted to my home reality" "I have shifted my senses to my home reality" "I have stopped sensing the void reality" "I am smelling, tasting, feeling, hearing and seeing my home reality" no other fancy affirmations required. (Now that I think about it, you need to affirm NOW because this method has two phases, one where you are shifting, and one where you have shifted, and you are in the 3D, where you are occupying your DR self, their thoughts, and memories, and popular method usually only have one phase, either you are shifting, or have shifted. So my point is if you affirm later and you'll be affirming when you're supposed to be in your DR, and obviously, your DR self won't be spouting out affirmations about shifting to a random reality for no reason.)

During this time, you'll feel tingly all over. It's a good sign.

And you'll feel a certain detachment, like you aren't exactly here, you have no idea what position you're lying in, and where your feet are. (Please, for the love of God do not start counting your feet or get freaked out that you can't feel your leg, you'll come back to the void reality.)

So you can start the next phase.

Middle phase (optional):

To prepare for the next and last phase, you can do this to get ready, or don't (First read the third phase)

This is all about connection to your DR.

Think about memories from your DR, focus on the faces of your loved ones, the way you act, talk, your mannerisms in your DR, or you can simply say affirmations like these one:

My name is ___.

I work as a ___.

My age is ___.

Don't try to imagine vividly or anything, lightly touch upon the basic details of your DR, the construction and foundation of any reality and the person, who has existed there for their entire life.

(That's you!)

Phase three:

Take a sudden, abrupt stop from your stream of thoughts. (Yes intrusive thoughts will still pop up but don't give any importance to them) when you're in a blank state of mind, not longer than 30 seconds, you need to build up to the last step of your shifting method, and journey.

a) start imagining hearing the voices of your loved ones or just any voice, calling your DR name, your nicknames, with different tones. (For example, i heard my name in an angry tone from my father when he was scolding me, I heard my name followed by a laughter when my S/O teased me.)

OK, for me, I started feeling intense, groundshaking symptoms at this moment. Sudden flashing of lights, extreme feeling of floating, and ofcourse, feeling tingliness so much that it felt like pins and needle on my entire body. (I did ignore the symptoms)

b) plan the rest of your day in your DR, which you will be spending.

AGAIN, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT LIKE THIS.

❌️When I reach my DR ❌️ I will have to go to that eye specialist for that appointment.

Instead: (and the more you personalize it, the better)

Ughhh, I have to go to that appointment- this day will suck.

(Don't mind my example, that was the only thing I could think of at the moment)

c) in this reality, you are constantly thinking of something, your thoughts are definitely what constructs this reality, and your current thoughts are affecting your subconscious. (By this point, your subconscious is grounded in your DR, so don't worry about that bastard.)

Now, you're going to start thinking, thoughts which are going on in your DR self's mind, start with one sentence, with which you'll be able to start consciously thinking like your DR self.

And think in the style, tone, and mood of your DR self, and keep the thoughts strictly related to your DR.

Thats it, but what happens afterwards? And what happened to me?

So for me, I started feeling weird while I was thinking.

And I remember I thought this:

"Ugh, I don't want eggs for breakfast."

(I'm not saying this is the key to shifting, at this point, I had covered various topics, including, weather, my upcoming work assignment, and praised my S/O for a good 5 minutes.)

And I started panting, like suddenly I was trying to catch my breath, the room felt bright, so I opened my eyes, and well, I was in my home reality :)

I was delirious for a few second, my S/O was looking at me worriedly, but surprisingly, it didn't even take me a minute to adjust, it felt all so natural and I wasn't scared.

I didn't even feel emotional, at all, and didn't hug my S/O with tears in my eyes, I straight up asked to be served breakfast, incase anyone was wondering.

So that's it.

Although i have much to say, I'm tired of writing, but I'm more than willing to answer each and every one of your questions, although I only have 7 hours left till I permashift, I'll remain mostly active till then.

And no, I'm not rereading this to fix my grammar, so just ask if anything confused you.

Ask away.

I'm still not sure if this'll reach anyone or not.

[itsrlymine]

omg hi, you literally changed my life for the better and I have the BIGGEST success story to share, so thank you and thanks to @/blushydior because I owe you both everything :)

so to start off I've known about the law for YEARS, fucking 2020 until now, and at first it was simple because all I knew was "affirm and persist." that's what I would do and I was literally manifesting left and right like I got a new car for my dad, food, grades, friends, just things that I thought were "small." then I found this community and lord I've seen it all, I've read hundreds and hundreds of success stories about people manifesting their dream life in a week, overnight, 3 days, in such short time spans and learned about the hundreds of terms being thrown around like 3d, 4d, void, states, i was literally a walking encyclopedia for loablr. I would scroll for hours and hours and hours, affirming and persisting but I never really decided it was mine. I worried too much about the time passing, my feelings, my circumstances, I felt powerless and kinda gave up.

then when I was applying to colleges, I desperately wanted to get into the best college in my state, it's literally a top 25 school and was extremely prestigious to get into with a low acceptance rate. I heard about other people in my grade applying there, but I was a bit skeptical because I wasn't in the same classes, I didn't really think I was qualified enough to get into that university. but honestly, I didn't care, I just decided that I would get into it. my application was kinda shitty and my essays weren't that good, but then I got the email saying that I was accepted, and I was allowed to start a semester early!

even though I got into the university I wanted, I still wanted to live my dream life but it felt too impossible, like I was just dreaming too big. I love college life but honestly the grades and the work and the "busy-ness" of it all was starting to feel overwhelming, and the thought of having to live a boring and mundane corporate life was worse than death. then I found your blog when you first started, and I read ur posts over and over and over but didn't really understand how simple it was. then I re-read the success story about how @/blushydior manifested her life and everything suddenly made sense. nothing mattered other than the fact that I knew that I had everything. nothing's impossible, nothing was too big or too small, I just knew that I had everything I ever wanted and there was nothing else left to do. I logged out of my Tumblr account so I wouldn't be comparing myself to other people's success stories and just remembered that all I had to do was decide I had what I wanted, and nothing could stop me from getting what I want because I already have it.

long story short, I decided that I would wake up with everything I could have ever wanted, and I did. I cried, I worried, I was wondering if I could possibly do it but I stood my ground and said no, I have everything that I want. now I have the beauty, the intelligence, the money, the fame, the love, the luxuries I could only dream of having. i have so many things I would once dream of having, but now they are all mine. I'm still in shock but not really, because they were all mine from the very beginning, because I decided they were.

my life is now amazing, perfect, and so fun and fulfilling. all because I decided. decide what you want and know that nothing can stop you from having what you want, because it is already yours. why would you worry about getting what you want if you already have it?

"why would you worry about getting what you want if you already have it?" LITERALLY THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS OMGG YES. this makes me so happy bc it's truly so simple. just remind yourself you have it already bc you do! it doesn't matter how you feel emotionally, you still have it.

[yeyinde]

the therapist x Price ask has me thinking terrible things. but what if instead of helping him with anger management, you're his marriage counsellor.

With your colleague's early retirement on the horizon, you take over several of his files, and among them is Mr and Mrs Price. A marriage on the brink of collapse, he writes, but both are willing to work things out.

As if.

You're not one to pick sides—it's morally, professionally, and ethically wrong—but you really wish Mrs Price had better friends. Or someone in her life to pull her aside and tell her to run because as much as she seems to want to work at these issues that plague her marriage, it takes you only a handful of sessions to realise this is impossible.

And the reason is just—

John Price.

Unprofessional? Yes. Wrong? No.

Your colleague's notes about Mr Price being the driving force behind keeping the marriage intact seem almost farcical looking back because that seems to be the very last thing on his mind.

He goes into each session with the single-minded goal to tear through any progress made—and that's only when he shows up. And in this particular profession, you're used to combativeness. The guarded nature of people is a hurdle you can often overcome with logic and solutions to their problems, but Mr Price's walls have walls. His armour is thick, and impenetrable, and he's—at best—unwilling to participate in any meaningful way.

And at worst—he spends most of the session arguing with you. Needling over everything you say. Ignoring any attempts to steer the conversation back to the idea of salvaging his marriage in favour of riling you up. Disrupting the natural order of accountability and progress just to see you flustered. Asking personal questions. Coming in earlier just to nitpick your talking points. Letting his wife leave before he does, and using the time to go over his startling accolades like the thought of chasing her, taking her to dinner, didn't even cross his mind. A man with one foot out the door, and almost no interest in turning around.

He's bullish. Compromising. Stubborn—

"—and a pigheaded oaf of a man!" You seethe, ethics fleeing from the room as you dig yourself a spot on your boss's couch, and take hearty gulps of the Chardonnay he offered with a grim twist to his lips. "Every time we get close to the truth, to a breakthrough, he jumps ship! Pulls away! But then has the audacity to question me because his wife isn't changing her mind on the divorce? In what goddamn universe is this my fault?"

He clears his throat, looking more than a little bemused. "Uhh. Have you tried—"

"Talking to him one-on-one in a confrontation-free way to try and get him to open up? Yes! And he spent the whole session avoiding the issue and making redundant comments about me, my life! What do my future plans have to do with his marriage? My relationship status! If I want kids! It's absurd!"

"Interesting. And have you considered—"

"All of it! There's no getting through to him. I don't even think he really wants this marriage to work out which is so different from what the counsellor they had before told me. He was trying back then. Said he'd let her divorce him over his dead body, and now? Two decades down the drain. I just don't get it."

"Well." His brow lifts, and he seems almost worried for a second before he scoffs. Shakes his head. "I think I do. Good luck, hon. He seems like the sort of man who knows exactly what he wants."

It takes all of your willpower not to reach out and grab the whole bottle from the table. Professional, you think. And that's what John called you, isn't it? Well—

Smart little girl, aren't you? Is what he growled out, arms folded over his chest as you—indiscreetly—ushered him towards the door. "But you don't know what you're doing, love. Gonna get yourself in over your head—"

The little girl prickles over your nerves. There's something about him that makes you want to lash out.

"I can handle myself, John."

He leaned down, shoulders tense. Eyes blazing. This man, you realise, is all fire. All heat. You fight back a shiver, meeting his stare head-on.

"Oh, I hope you can."

A challenge, right? Maybe he's another misogynist in a choking, crowded sea too blinded by his own ego to admit that maybe you could help him if he let you. Pretentious, self-righteous prick—

It really doesn't surprise you when the dissolution of his marriage happens a week later. Irreconcilable differences. Go figure. But what does surprise you is finding John Price standing outside your office only several days after the contractual obligations you had with them end.

The sight of him, stripped of any professional distance, makes you tense. "If you're here to complain, you'll need to file a—"

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. The signs were there from the onset. Mrs Price's frigid anger at the end, and John's interest in you beyond the therapist. But when he pushes you against the door of your office, pulling you into a searing, demanding kiss that siphons the air from your lungs, all you can think is huh? and when did this—?

He doesn't really give you much of a chance to say any of that, though. Just devours you whole like he's been waiting his entire life for this moment, hands biting into your flesh, gripping tight. Refusing to let go even for a second. Even to let you breathe. Just grunts into the lax seam of your mouth about how much a goddamn little tease you are, tempting him like that when he was still a married man.

"But you can handle me, can't you, sweetheart?" He rumbles, fingers rasping over the skin of your nape. "Said so yourself, didn't you? Actin' all naughty even when you were pantin' at me like a bitch in heat. But don't worry, I'll make an honest woman outta you yet."

"Um—"

(maybe you were, in fact, a little over your head with John Price.)

[sojumimi]

又 : loving you again ──── 西村力 (니키)

SYNOPSIS : where two meet as strangers and then become friends, but then one leaves the other behind, and that they are strangers again... will they mend their relationship to become friends again or even something more, or would they leave everything as they had left it?

COUPLE : high school student!ni-ki x high school student!reader to ➤ ???!ni-ki x ???!reader

GENRE : romance, slice of life, reality check, and a sprinkle of angst [maybe a little more than a sprinkle, but you know what i mean], slow burn!!

BEFORE READING : the story starts out when both ni-ki and the fmc/fl [female lead/female main character] are in high school, it’s a bit of a long start before they meet again, cause like you need development and plot ㅠㅠ ⋮⋮ face claim of the fmc/fl [female lead/female main character] is only for imagery purposes only!! in no way shape or form am i shipping her with ni-ki! ALSO FYI TIME WILL NOT MAKE SENSE- I didn't think this through guys ㅠㅠ

WARNING : vulgar language, and kys/kms jokes will be made, and some maybe nsfw jokes

CAST : enhypen members, leehan [bnd], sungho [bnd], eunchae [lesserafim], myung jaehyun [bnd]

STATUS : on going

STARTED : 20250330 @ 23:11

ENDED :

ꜱᴏᴊᴜᴍɪᴍɪ : my first SMAU and I think my storage is dying 哈哈哈哈, and plot may not be plotting, please bear with me ㅠㅠ

chapters & profiles :

PROFLIES : [daisie.co] || [#popular] || [honorable mentions]

CHAPTERS :

01 im sorry what, now?!

02 why. why would you choose that-

03 research

04 group hangout (not)

05 fracture, dumb shit happened

06 who the hell is that?

07 planning?

08 cafe date!

09 disaster

10 looking after a man child, only for tutoring ofcourse

11 oh- she's mad

12 arcade

13 results, shedding happy tears

14 group study session?? and more injuries

15 all nighter #grumpy yn

16 exam season midterms, finals, and ap exams

17 more all nighters

18 extra circulars

19 collage aps

20 bowling? youre a bowl???

21 that’s gay

22 ate night gathering

23 crushes, teasing, getting love from hyungs

24 k-tv, #sunghoon and sungho embarrassing moment

25 summer plans

26 news

27 letters and sobs

28 did she delete her account?

29 gone, she’s gone?

30 graduation

31 starting again ( time jump second year of university)

more coming soon...

reminder all chapter titles are subject to change! <3

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[grison-in-space]

I'm genuinely sorry, I was really tired and couldn't think of the word that mad pride movements use. I'm new to all of this. I thought you would be more open to it because you've reblogged from radical leftists (anarchists and communists both) within the past couple of weeks and they're all for Veganism afaik. The argument that all brains are different but equal and should be treated the exact same is a primary aspect of mad pride from my understanding, and that speaks to me about animals just having different brains, and that they don't deserve to be exploited and killed for us just because they're different. I'm not spamming people with it, but I was inspired by an ask by a nonvegan and started asking popular bloggers why they weren't vegan to open up conversation and potentially change people's views on animals. If I've made you uncomfortable I'm sorry, though I admit I'm really confused by your standpoint. You do know that the only reason communism hasn't succeeded is because of America? Anyway, sorry again, I'm also autistic and I didn't mean to dismiss your legitimate dietary needs. Can I recommend acti-vegan's posts? While I understand that you can't go vegan, perhaps their blog will at least help you understand our points, they're much more well-written than my asks and they have plenty of legitimate science resources at hand. Thanks for listening, I'll take your advice into account. I'm not trying to not listen, it's just frustrating because so many people say they get it but they don't change, and if they truly got it they would, you know?

Okay, I get that you didn't mean to be offensive, and fuck knows I shouldn't throw stones when it comes to forgetting specific words. (This happens to me fairly frequently; it's a thing.)

The argument that all brains are different but equal and should be treated the exact same is a primary aspect of mad pride from my understanding, and that speaks to me about animals just having different brains, and that they don't deserve to be exploited and killed for us just because they're different.

So yesterday I actually wrote out and then deleted a whole paragraph to the effect of "part of my deep, deep frustration with animal rights activism hooks into my commitment to the phrase 'nothing about us without us,' because I frequently see the same kinds of emotional projection without making the effort to listen to animals on their own terms from animal rights activism groups."

The first thing I need to make clear to you is that this--veganism and animal rights activism (ARA) more generally--is not new to me. I am in my mid-thirties and I have never had a job of any kind that did not revolve around animals in some way, I've spent time in rescue spaces and vets and universities, I'm queer and I have spent most of my life in leftish progressive circles, so it's kind of hard to miss.

Essentially, you are proselytizing to me as if you were a newly baptized evangelical convinced I had never heard of Jesus, because if only I had heard and understood his holy word, I would be converted instantly to his light! It's not any less irritating when the belief system isn't explicitly a religion.

More under the cut, because this one is long.

Disclaimer one: Veganism isn't synonymous with ARA ideology, but it's deeply entangled with it, and ARA ideology drives the movement of veganism as a (theoretically non-religious) ethical decision. And I object very strongly to the framework imposed by ARA activists. When I say I am not vegan, I am saying that I have considered the ethical framework that underpins veganism as an ethics movement and I have deliberately rejected it.

The second piece of context you should know that when I talk about being a behavioral ecologist, I mean that I'm a researcher who works on animals and that my framework is rooted in trying to understand animals in their own natural ecological context, without necessarily comparing them to humans. There's a lot of ways to study animal behavior you might run into, including attempts to understand universal principles of behavior that transcend species (animal cognition) and attempts to understand how to better treat animals in human care (animal welfare). You know Temple Grandin? Temple Grandin is an ethologist (the field that gave rise to behavioral ecology, also focused on animals within their species context) who worked on animal welfare (finding ways to make slaughterhouses less stressful to livestock, among other things).

Third point: my profession also means is that I work directly with animals--in my case, currently mice--and that I do not think research with animal subjects is wrong as long as all efforts are made to ensure maximal welfare and enrichment for the animals involved. This is another major bone of contention politically between my entire field and ARA groups, and you should know that I have also spent my entire professional career under the shadow of, well, people who care strongly enough about those ideas to invade my workspace and potentially seize my animals and "free" them into a world they do not have the tools to survive in.

So there's where I am coming from. Let's get back to what you're saying. Here, I'll quote again in case you have the same crappy short-term memory I do.

The argument that all brains are different but equal and should be treated the exact same is a primary aspect of mad pride from my understanding, and that speaks to me about animals just having different brains, and that they don't deserve to be exploited and killed for us just because they're different.

Point the first: Even within humans, I don't think that all brains should be treated the exact same. Especially in a disability context! After all, what is an accommodation if not an agreement to treat someone differently because they need certain things to access a space? Accommodations by definition fly in the face of this "treating everyone the same" understanding of fairness. I think all (human) brains are equally valuable, and I think all brains are worthy of respect, but I do not think that it's wise or kind of me to assert that everyone should be treated in the same way. For one thing, I teach students. If there's one thing teaching has taught me, it's that a good teacher is constantly assessing and adjusting their instruction to meet students where they're at, identify failures of understanding, and keep the attention of the classroom.

Point the second: animals do have different brains from humans. That does not mean that animals are inferior, but it does mean that they are alien. There's a philosophy paper, Nagel, What Does It Mean to Be a Bat, that you might find illuminating on this front. Essentially, the point of the paper is that animals have their own experiences and sensory umwelts that differ profoundly enough from humans' that we cannot know what it is like to be a different species without experiencing life as one, and therefore we must be terribly careful not to project our own realities onto theirs. That is, our imagination cannot tell us what a bat values and what it experiences. That is why we have to use careful evidence to understand what an animal is thinking, without relying on our ability to identify with and comprehend that animal. I have watched ARA groups deliberately encourage people to shut their reasoning brains off and emotionally identify themselves with animals without considering within-species context for twenty years. This is a mainstream tactic. It is not an isolated event and for that reason alone I would be opposed to them.

Point the third: there is a definite tendency in lots of people to care deeply and intensely about both animals and people who are seen as "lesser" in status--children, poor people, disabled people, etc--just as long as those groups never contradict the good feelings that come from the helper's own assessment of themselves and their actions. In humans, when the "needy" point out that some forms of help are actually harmful, the backlash is often swift and vicious. This is why animals are such an appealing target of support and intervention. They can't speak back and say "in fact, you are projecting my love of this frilly pink tutu onto me, and I think it's uncomfortable and prevents me from walking." They can't say "I kind of like it better when I don't have to worry about getting hit by a car, actually?"

(By the way: this is also why it's offensive to compare disabled people to animals, because this is generally done at least in part to silence the voices of disabled people speaking for our selves and our communities. We have access to language, and we use it, thank you.)

All forms of animal welfare intervention going right back to the founding of the first RSPCA have been incredibly prone to being hijacked by classist, racist, and otherwise bigoted impulses. This is because animals offer an innocent face for defense that conveniently cannot criticize the actions taken by their champions, and they therefore provide a great excuse for actions taken against marginalized members of human society. Think about the very first campaign the RSPCA ever did, which was banning using dogs as draft animals: a use that is not inherently harmful to dogs, which many dogs actively enjoy, but also one that was specifically used by poor Londoners and which in fact immediately resulted in a great butchery of the dogs that Londoners could no longer afford to feed rather than allowing poor people and their dogs to continue working together. No one was, of course, challenging the particular uses of dogs or any other animal favored by the wealthy. This kind of thing is so, so, so common. Obviously it doesn't mean that all interventions to prioritize animal welfare are inherently bigoted, but it does mean that we have to be critical about our choice of challenges.

On top of everything, the animal rights activist movement's obsession with "exploitation" is a function of the idea that humans are sinful or otherwise Bad in how we interact with animals by definition. For example, take the chicken rescue near me that is so obsessed with the possibility that some human somewhere might benefit from an animal in their care that they implant every hen they adopt out with hormonal implants such that the hens no longer lay eggs--a function that is normally a natural byproduct of a chicken's reproductive system, fertilized or not. A mutualistic relationship involves both parties benefiting, and that is the case for an awful lot of human relationships with animals. In general, the idea that associating with animals is a thing that can only harm animals rather than being a trade between two species to enrich one another is all over these groups. It's just so myopically focused on human shame that it prevents practical interventions that might benefit everyone, and often promotes interventions that don't directly benefit animals but sure do make humans miserable. For example, this kind of thinking is why groups like PETA are absolutely awful at effectively rescuing unwanted dogs and cats: they think pets living in "bondage" with humans are an essentially sad outcome, rather than one that might be mutually enjoyed by all parties.

I'm tired and my meds haven't kicked in, so I'm not currently going to handle the communism thing except to point out that while the US absolutely did destabilize a number of leftist regimes in South America and Africa, Russia and China between them have certainly not treated their own people kindly, either (and more so their own client-nations, as with the former members of the USSR). Please do some reading about the Holodomor and Lysenko in Russia (and frankly all of the details of Stalin's regime) and the Cultural Revolution in China in particular. Khmer Rouge might be worth looking into, too. I am not saying the US's hands are clean, you understand, because they are not; they're as steeped in red as anyone else's. What I am saying is that for people living on the ground, communist revolutions have this nasty habit of turning into bloodbaths and arbitrary slaughters. Do not let your distaste for the US's bloodsoaked imperialism (which, yes, is and was bad) let you fall into the trap of becoming a tankie.

And if you don't know what a tankie is, you really, really should take some time to learn.

[nikid-aze]

KISSES OVERDOSE — yang jungwon.

SYNOPSIS. There was a thing about addiction, all your life you heard your parents telling you to stay away from drugs, alcohol or any kind of substance that could altern your way of thinking or just your mind for a short or longer time. But what would be teenage years and college life without all of those ? Boring, so you slowly became one of those, becoming yourself an addict of any kind of substance that could make you forget your shitty life. What you didn’t think about was that boy, that you somehow meet at the hospital after an overdose, and how obsessed and addicted you would get to him. He was slowly becoming your own drug in some kind of way, and you were slowly becoming his own.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ yang jungwon x reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 lee heeseung, park sunghoon, winter (aespa), chaewon (lesserafim), probably others idols added there..!

genre﹙💬﹚⸝⸝⸝ serie, romance, strangers to lovers, fanfiction, written chapter (!!), multiple chapters

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ mention of drinking, drug use, mental health and mental illness, could contain smut, parental abuse, psychological manipulation and abuse, please be aware of the warning before reading my work, it could be hard to read at some moments.

taglist ‎⸝⸝⸝ @firstclassjaylee @rikidaze @jwonistic @meowwwon added to the tag list 💋 (hope you would enjoy this serie !)

words count ‎⸝⸝⸝ 1174 (it’s a small introduction 💋)

rains’ note ‎⸝⸝⸝ it’s only a teaser/ pilot and I’m so proud of posting it ? okay okay, we can talk about a new start for me and my account here, and im so happy about it. the chapter would probably be way longer than this little introduction, but I hope you would enjoy every part of this serie ! donc forget that you can give me any feedback about my writing or this serie in general so I could know what I can work on or what I can change.. anyway, I hope you enjoy reading the star of the serie ! 💋

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If there were three things your parents had taught you from a young age, they were these three:

1. To always respect God and never disrespect Him.

2. To always stay away from boys your own age, especially when they reached eighteen.

3. To never touch any substance, alcohol or drugs, that could alter your way of thinking.

And since then, you had always made sure to follow their rules to the letter. Focusing mainly on your psychology studies, you had no free time to even think about this kind of nonsense anyway.

Not that the idea of ​​having a boyfriend had never crossed your mind, but simply because you believed that your studies were the most important thing for having a decent future that would please you.

So, for twenty years now, you'd been following your parents' advice, making sure to stay as far away as possible from all kinds of substances, which, however, young people your age seemed to enjoy and consume at unimaginable hours simply to "clear their minds and get high."

This was actually what you'd heard being said in the corridors of your university during your lunch break, and despite your disturbing curiosity, a corner of your mind made you realize that it was just nonsense when you remembered your parents' words.

Alcohol didn't have a particularly negative effect on others, according to your observations; it simply made them unaware of their actions or words for an indefinite period of time. When your best friend came back from a party in the middle of the night to your apartment, you were no longer as surprised to see her in such a spectacular state of euphoria while she could hardly stand on her own two feet and almost fell on the floor in the face simply because she wasn't looking where she was going.

Alcohol played a very important role in the lives of young people and students. No matter where you set foot, you'd notice someone your age with a bottle in their hand, at any time of day. It had actually become part of your daily life to notice the euphoric state of some of your classmates in the university corridors while you were just looking for a quiet place to study.

All that alcohol, as far as the eye could see, gave you a headache.

Then, when it wasn't alcohol that was present, you noticed that some students found themselves with cigarettes between their lips.

Nothing too bad at first glance, but the smell of the smoke leaving their lips quickly made you realize that it might not have been just a cigarette. then when it wasn't the smell — which made you think of one of those nightclubs that everyone was talking about — you had confirmation by noticing the dilation of the pupils of some of your classmates.

Not to mention the many times when both girls and boys had come to you, asking if you were using them simply to avoid being without stimulants during the day.

Stimulant.

That's what most of your university students saw themselves as addicted to, stimulants that only made them unable to think clearly and strangely resembled snails.

"God, if you love me — and I think you do —please never let me end up like the students at my university."

you found yourself whispering one evening when you were supposed to be studying. The temptation and the invitation being far too strong, you were forced to pray — in a way for the best — that you wouldn't be drawn into a completely unknown world that strangely frightened you.

"My hands will never touch the things that make others so unconscious and thoughtless. And no drop of alcohol will end up in my body."

You had closed your eyes for a moment — as if to try to feel the slightest connection to God in the moment — then, after what seemed like a long moment of silence and calm, you had stopped everything, knowing that one way or another you would notice the effects of this prayer, or the others, in the days that followed.

Even if the idea of ​​drinking alcohol had most certainly crossed your mind during the day, the very evening of that difficult day you found yourself praying — or simply confiding your thoughts and emotions — to God, since according to your parents and acquaintances, he listened to and accepted the mistakes of his believers.

Simply, despite all the desire and compassion you put into this kind of situation, you had this horrible feeling that even with your many efforts, alcohol and drugs would end up in your hands without you realizing it.

This feeling practically made you sick, how could someone like you — who was a follower of the most respectful things and the most thoughtful choices — feel like that just from a sensation?

After all, it was just a sensation deep inside you, it meant nothing, especially with the many prayers and confessions you made practically every week, if not every night.

It happened to you a few times, when you were back at your parents' house for the holidays, that your nights were reduced to endless nightmares or your parents finding you in your room, sitting on the windowsill with a bottle of alcohol, whatever it was, and a joint between your fingers as if these were things you did every night. The rest was nothing but a series of disapproval from your parents — who kept telling you that you had no faith in being loved by God if you were to do things that reflected such deadly sins.

And each time, you woke up with a start, Lyon heart pounding against your chest as you struggled to catch your breath. You knew so much that these things were unacceptable that you became obsessed with them, in the sense that you told yourself every day that you would never touch them and that you would surely prefer to lose a part of your body — like a hand or a foot — rather than end up with alcohol in your blood, and drugs that made you as reactive as a sloth.

Unfortunately, life wasn't as simple as you'd imagined as a child, and despite everything you tried to do to remain the adorable girl your parents could be proud of, nothing was certain about the events that could happen overnight.

Your many prayers, your thoughtful choices, or even the hours of revision you inflicted on yourself every day were in no way what could protect you from the dangers of university life or simply promise you that your life wouldn't take a dramatic turn overnight because of a decision you made on a whim.

Because despite the many years of telling yourself that you were meant to stay healthy and problem-free, life always had that moment, that decision, when strangely, all the choices already made would fade away — as if you were starting over — and no one could save you from possibly drowning in an unknown and dangerous world.

[luvseisagi]

—s. across the wrong universe.

chapter 09. caramel iced coffee

(🕷️) smau + narrated ch.

content. cussing. a little bit of angst at the end.

the little bell on the café door rings when you walk in —a soft little chime that announces a new customer— and you're instantly wrapped in an atmosphere you're already used to, one that feels almost as much like home as your own apartment.

a small smile blooms on your lips at the familiar scent of freshly baked pastries, ground coffee, and ripe fruit; the warm colors of the place welcome you as you weave between tables toward the last one —where reo and nagi are already waiting, halfway through their breakfast, and chigiri sits in his staff apron.

“finally, the princess appears,” reo lifts an eyebrow at you before you even sit down, next to nagi, who pats your head lazily as a greeting.

“when was the last meeting you attended? a month ago?” reo continues. it sounds like a complaint, but the soft smile he gives you after says he’s actually just glad to see you.

you shake your head. “mmm, no. i was here the day we talked about changing the layout of the twitter account.”

chigiri tilts his head. "well, yeah. that was a month ago."

you’re about to protest, but then realize you can’t —he’s right. has it really been that long? between exam stress, the whole spider-people situation, and rin barely being home for over a week, time's just slipped through your fingers.

“alright, let’s start. the other day, before he disappeared, i found a piece of green spiderman's web and i want to analyze it.” reo declares dramatically, opening his arms and hitting nagi by accident —the streamer doesn’t even blink. “so in today’s meeting, we’re going to discuss what it could-”

however, reo’s theatrical introduction is suddenly interrupted when he sees a waiter approaching your table.

reo and nagi already have their drinks. chigiri is sipping on a smoothie. the waiter holds a tray with a single glass and a cookie.

you glance at the tray. no one says anything for a second.

chigiri clears his throat. “guys, this is yoichi. he started working last week.” he shifts his chair so the boy can step closer. “yoichi, are you on break? you can deliver that and sit with us if you want. what’s your take on spider-man?”

no one really notices the subtle side-eye reo gives him, because the new guy quietly shakes his head and sets the drink and cookie in front of you.

"uh... this is for you, right? caramel iced coffee with a chocolate drizzle and a red velvet cookie.”

again, silence.

“…i…” you look from the tray to him, then to the table, then back again. it looks like he’s avoiding your gaze. “i mean, yeah, it’s my usual. but i didn’t order anything.”

yoichi freezes, as if he had been under a spell until now and had just broken it. you're pretty sure his face was a couple of shades less red before.

“i’m sorry. i don’t know why i… i guess you reminded me of someone who used to order that. i must’ve made a mistake. i’ll take it back right now.”

he moves quickly to grab the drink, but you interrupt him—your fingers on the sleeve of his white shirt grabbing his arm.

isagi prays you don't notice his heartbeat speeding up.

“no, it’s fine,” you say, smiling politely. “it’s what i was going to order anyway. besides, these cookies are the best thing this café has.”

you look up at him “thank you, yoichi.”

"uh... it's nothing.” 

he smiles back —a little nervous, a little dazed— and quickly walks off with the now empty tray under his arm and his whole face red.

how could he have been so stupid? he didn't even have time to think about what he was doing —saw you walking through the door and felt the need to approach you. he didn't even know he remembered your order by heart. he hadn't even realized that he'd been preparing it for him all week —like he was waiting for you.

he manages to calm down and plaster a fake smile on his face when another customer walks through the door, and he can finally focus on something that’s not you —it was like this in his universe, too. nothing else ever existed for him when you were near him.

and when the café quiets down again, he can’t help it —his eyes drift back to your table. he’s not staring, just glancing, but he can’t take his eyes off you.

you are wearing a t-shirt that belonged to him in his universe, but it's black instead of blue —he almost breaks the blender again when the thought that rin might have lent it to you crosses his mind. your hair is slightly longer, he thinks, and his yn never puts her hair up —if you were too lazy to comb your hair, isagi always offered to braid it. 

also, you look healthier, more alive, here —no dark circles under your eyes, no tired smiles or forced laughter. maybe it's because you don't have a shitty boyfriend stressing you out day and night in this universe.

he bites his cheek and he tells himself not to care, but he can’t help it. 

when you laugh again, he sees the way you lean toward your friends, relaxed, like you belong here.

and then he finds himself wondering which hurts more —a world where he never had you, or one where he can't have you at all.

chapter 08. ✦ masterlist. ✦ chapter 10.

author's note. "u hate me in the right universe and i cant love u in the wrong one" i want to rip out my heart but fear i love this passionately

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﹫luvseisagi, june 2025.

[chronicsyd]

I'm gonna be so serious, y'all are remembering POWDER and Ekko and not JINX and Ekko when screaming about how much you "wanted Timebomb endgame over Caitvi"

shoving JINX in a relationship with her current mental state is not a good writing choice whatsoever, because Ekko literally had to keep rewinding time because she kept trying to kill herself. If Anything, That relationship would be rushed and fanservice because they would have jumped the gun in 2 episodes vs the 2 seasons it took for Caitvi and showing their ups and downs throughout their whole relationship.

The alternate universe works because Powder doesn't become Jinx and the two don't separate, unlike this universe where the two have been at odds for 7 years and almost kill each other back in Ep 7 of S1.

"But Cait never said sorry!" she didn't really have to, because Vi never stopped being in love with the girl that she Knows Cait is at heart, the Cocktail Molotov scene in Act 2 makes that VERY apparent. Cait saying that she was waiting for Vi to recover to address Jinx is the start of it because Act 1 Cait wouldn't have even Considered doing that, because she was so gung-ho about putting a bullet into Jinx that she Demanded Vi move out of the way for her to do so. She holds herself accountable with the mistakes she's made ("We can't erase our mistakes. None of us." that wasn't just a line targeted at Jinx to prove a point, there's deeper meaning behind it), and moving the guards out of the cell proving that she trusts Vi and her judgment on Jinx is that apology, Caitlyn has always been an "acts of service" kinda person over being a "verbal" kinda person; it's all over the place in S1 but Especially here in S2. But even after she takes Vi's shirt off, you could tell by her eyes and body language that she was most likely going to stop herself again to apologize for hitting her because the wound was in the same spot she initially hit, which was part of the lead up for This wound to even happen, but Vi's the one that just pulls her back in instead.

I'm also gonna add on that Vi thinks she made the wrong choice in trusting Jinx and thinking Jinx's changed because Jinx locked her in the cell and ran away again. So why in the Hell would Vi go chasing after her Again to be met with the same result time and time again? Vi isn't responsible for Jinx's mental health and y'all saying that are just weird. And I think it's apparent that Stillwater probably wasn't even in the top 10 things in her head being with Caitlyn, she was just running wild on emotions that she hasn't allowed herself to feel like-- Ever. And even if it Was Vi probably would have said she wasn't comfortable being in a jail cell of all places.

What was I talking about? Oh right, Timebomb.

Like Yes, it's shitty that Ekko doesn't get a happy ending considering he's the most unproblematic in the entire show. But people tend to forget that at the end of the day, Arcane is a TRADGEDY. It's not She-ra, it's not The Owl House, it wasn't going to be wrapped up in a neat little bow where everyone gets to smile and walk into the sunset with their loved ones, especially considering the fact that this season's being used as build ups to other stories, it's relatively clear that this isn't the last we're going to see of a lot of these characters. When they come back into play? well... who's to say?

But also, let's address that a lot of the Caitvi hate is just straight up homophobia at this point because a lot of people can understand Mel's admission to manipulating Jayce as an apology but Cait's actions we're suddenly braindead and need shit completely spelled out. like good lord I'm so tired of this. Y'all would NEVER have survived Catradora let me tell ya...

(My next post is gonna be a long winded rant about Maddie so stay tuned for that...)

[strawberryblue-blog]

are u planning on doing a part 2 of stay away for Hector? x

I love You, I'm sorry

—Hector Fort.

summary: second part of the imagine 'Stay Away'.

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff.

words account: +1.9k.

You didn't think a broken heart could ever feel like this. Like a constant weight on your chest, like an echo of something that could have been and never was. You let it go, and now it's too late for regrets.

Hector doesn't come to the cafeteria anymore.

Before, every afternoon his presence was a certainty: he would arrive with his easy smile, order his coffee and look at you with that intensity that made you feel too much seen. You pretended you were unaffected, that it didn't matter that he was someone famous, someone unattainable. You would just limit yourself to serving him, as you had done all the time since you've been working here. But things had changed.

He tried to get closer. He tried to get you to go out with him, but you always said no. Not because you didn't want to, but because fear held you back. How were you going to fit into his world? You're just a barista in a small coffee shop, while he... well, he belongs to another universe.

Now, that universe no longer clashes with yours.

And it drives you crazy.

Day after day, you stare at the door in the absurd hope that he'll come back. Every time the doorbell rings, your heart gives a treacherous leap, only to sink again when it's not him.

You try to look for him but you have no way of doing so. You don't know where he lives, you don't even have his number, his friends haven't come back either, you only know something about Pedri from your friend but you don't dare ask him about Hector. You feel you don't have the right. You only have the right to his absence and the memory of his voice asking you for a chance.

The memories of that night you asked him to leave you alone, how his eyes broke from a dull dark black and sober. How he tried to get closer but you set a limit. A limit you now regret. But everything happens for a reason and now it's your turn to be responsible for your decisions.

It's better this way. You and he were never going to work. You are too different, from different worlds. He's already forgotten you, he's probably moved on. You should do the same, even if it hurts.

The days go by like numbers, you don't even notice. You only come to work in the afternoons, in the mornings you usually study or go to class and then go home to rest or finish homework. In the cafeteria everything goes great, the clients are satisfied, the work is pleasant, the coffee is more and more every day. The only solution to your problems.

Just like now. You are found with your hands in your freshly brewed coffee with quality beans. You are there physically but your mind is not present, it has not been these last months. You finish your little break and stand at the cash register, while attending to some customers.

You serve customers and take their orders and you start to prepare them, when they are ready. You come back to the counter and hand it to them with your morning smile.

Then the bell rings again.

You look up to see a customer walk in and your breathing stops. Your eyes glaze over and your heart pounds as you watch the customer walk slowly down the aisle. You release the cleaning cloth from your hand and feel it fall to the floor in a dull thud.

It's him.

It can't be him. It's really him. As he walks you think about how to act, whether to say hello politely as you usually do or to aggravate some hint of emotion.

You haven't seen him in months and your heart widens as you see him coming, feeling your palms sweat and your legs tremble. You feel your blood run cold and the pallor of your face, anyone seeing you right now could believe you're about to faint.

You swallow saliva when you feel his presence nearby. He didn't even look at you. He just walked up to the counter, hands in his pocket, staring at the giant letter behind you. You sigh calming your system and stand up straight.

Hector is there, standing in front of the counter. His expression is neutral, but there is something different in his look, something more serious. He's changed, more mature perhaps.

"Good afternoon" you greet with a whisper. "What can I offer you?" you ask trembling.

Hector looks at you for the first time and without expression or emotion says.

"An Espresso, please"

Your hands work automatically, preparing his coffee. But inside, you are in ruins. Because you still remember the brush of his fingers on your skin, the way he used to say your name. And because, even though it was you who decided to walk away, you never stopped loving him.

You place the cup on the counter and he reaches out his hand. Your fingers brush his and, for a second, the whole world is suspended. The warmth of his skin against yours is an echo of what once was, of what you never stopped feeling. His eyes meet yours, and in them you see something that hits your chest, a spark of what they were, of what they could have been.

But then he sighs, pulls his hand away and takes the glass.

"Thank you" he murmurs and leaves.

Your heart is pounding so hard you feel it will pound out of your chest as you watch them walk toward the door. The scene seems to be in slow motion, how your chest burns and how your heart compresses as he keeps walking. He doesn't stop. He doesn't stop for you. He doesn't care about you at all. And maybe it's for the best but something tells you that you can't leave him like this.

The door closes behind him, and you stand there, holding your breath, the feel of his touch still burning on your skin. Again, the thought returns to your mind and you bite your lip.

No. You can't let go again.

"Cover me" you say to Carla, turning to your friend.

She, who has always known what he means to you, nods without hesitation, touching your shoulder to give you some encouragement.

You take off running. You run down the hallway that Hector has just left, push through the cafeteria door, and the air hits you as you find yourself outside the shop. You see him a few meters ahead, walking with one of his hands in his pocket, without looking back. You quicken your pace, feeling the pressure in your chest, guilt gripping you as you realize where you are. Right here. Right in the same place where you turned him down.

You swallow, but you don't stop. It's as if your body responds on its own and your mind takes over.

"Wait!" you cry out in desperation.

He stops. He turns around. And when his eyes bore into yours, everything you've held back for so long explodes.

"Hector, I..." you blurt out, the words running over in your mouth. "I'm so sorry. I... I was afraid. I thought we were too different, that our worlds, our jobs, everything would separate us. And I walked away" you start to say with your heart racing.

You move closer to him, a little shaken but with the energy to keep talking. Hector looks at you blinking and holds the glass tighter.

"But I never stopped thinking about you. When I left you here, it broke my heart. I thought it was the best thing for me but I never thought about you and I want you to know I'm sorry" you keep saying, you keep moving towards him.

You want to get closer, you want him to know that you are truly sorry and even though this could go wrong, you need to get it off your chest.

"I didn't want to hurt you, I would never have wanted that for you, Hector. You noticed me, you saw me, and I couldn't understand why you would see someone like me" you open your hands pointing at yourself. "I'm a nobody, I don't even know what I want for my life, I just exist and I got scared!" you squeal disappointed with yourself.

If there was one thing you had felt since that day, it was disappointment. Disappointment that you hadn't been able to face your fear and tried to love it. Disappointment of being a coward who is afraid of love. But you don't want to feel that fear anymore. You want to love Hector even though he no longer does. Even though he's already over you.

"I never stopped waiting for you to come back. Every time the cafeteria bell rang, I got my hopes up that it would be you. My heart knew that someday you would come back and it kept beating like that time we met for the first time and even if it wasn't for me, it would be for you." you say sincerely.

He looks at you silently, frowning slightly, but says nothing. So you go on.

"And today, when I saw you... I realized that I screwed up. That I lost you. That I let go of the only thing that really made me happy" tears gather in your eyes but you hold yourself not to cry, you're not the victim here. "Now I understood that the coward was me, I was afraid of something I limited myself. It wasn't you..."

The words run over you, your chest aches, anguish tangles in your throat. But then, without warning, without giving you time to react, he steps forward and kisses you.

He interrupts you with his mouth, with the warm, urgent touch of his lips. How you are that time. Your senses soar, your pulse rises and your heart flutters.

Your body freezes for a second... and then everything in you gives way.

His free hand clings to your waist, yours go up to his face to caress it, then you wrap around his neck hanging from it, and the kiss becomes a whirlwind of pent-up emotions, of love never extinguished, of lost time that you make up for now.

It is a kiss you will remember all your life. It is soft, sweet and delicate. His touch burns into your skin through your clothes and you feel the feelings blossom from your chest, making you dizzy. His tongue is warm and caresses you gently, shyly. He is so beautiful, you melt into him again and again. You don't want to let go, but you must or you will die. Though you'd rather die right here, next to him.

When you pull apart, you're both gasping for breath. He leans his forehead against yours and smiles, just a little.

"I want to be with you" he says in a whisper, his eyes looking deep into yours again and you smile. "I want this to be real. I don't care where we come from, or what we do. I'll prove to you that we're not as different as you think. Because I'm in love with you."

You don't hesitate. Not this time.

"And I'm in love with you, Hector" you admit confidently. "I have been since the first time you walked through that door"

And you kiss him again. Once, twice, a thousand more times. Until you have to go back to the cafeteria. You can't tear yourself away from him, though.

This is like a movie. You kiss on the street with people walking normally, your hands press against your body and your heart creaks with love. All the suffering, all the pain is gone. Hector has healed it with his forgiveness. With his love. Maybe it's because you forgave yourself too, maybe you allowed yourself to do this. Love.

"I'll see you later, okay?" you ask with one last kiss.

He nods, with a smile that steals your breath away.

"Oh honey, if you thought I was planning on leaving you you're wrong" he murmurs with a laugh that rubs off on you. "It's my favorite place, where my favorite girl is. You'll have to kick me out because I don't plan to leave ever again" he says and you burst out laughing as Hector kisses your cheek sweetly.

"You are my special guest, even though you steal my attention all the time and drive me crazy" you say jokingly anyway and Hector smiles complicitly.

He laughs and kiss your lips in a tender peck.

Then he takes your hand and you walk to the cafeteria, to that place where it all started, where you first approached his table. Where he joked, flirted and made you fall in love for the first time. Where you knew what it's really like to love and be loved, even though you ruined it. This was your destiny.

You were ready to do it right this time.

Ready to live this experience with him.

[thinkingofausername]

Just a reminder for those who didn't know, Curly exists outside of Mouthwashing as well, in the DLC "How Fish is Made" and I really think we should take this into account when analyzing him.

Here are his monologues:

It's easy to get on this boat when you have to. You say to yourself, this is just temporary. Just until I get what I need. Got bigger things planned! Then suddenly you're one year in, five years. Ten. First I couldn't stand the constant, constant noise. Now I can't sleep without it. A lot of things can't follow you out here. But it also means the outside world moves on without you. Won't even notice until it's too late... Easy to get on, hard to leave.

Next comes spite. First it stares back at you in the mirror. Then it's those around you. They're wearing your face, and you theirs... You know, he joined because of me. What were the words I used? Ah, right. "It's a great opportunity. Easy money, just a trip or two." Someone else's words in my mouth. Hey, worked on me as well, right? Change hurts, but worse things fester for a long time. I told him as much. I tried, I really did. We're defined by our past, but not slaves to it. We said tomorrow will be different. Today would be the last day. The last one. The last one and then another. And another, and another, and another...

Do you want to hear a joke? Three men are in the hospital. The first man cries "I lost both my hands, they told me I'll never work again!" The second man wails "I lost both my legs, they told me I'll never work again!" The third man? He rejoices "I lost my hearing, they'll never be able to tell me I'm fired again!" Hahahah! Good one, huh?

Curly is endlessly intriguing to me and I could analyze him forever but the things which stood out to me the most are:

The job was temporary. He had other things planned. He won't get to do them.

The way time passes without him (us) noticing is reminiscent of the way he failed to notice some other things.

"A lot of things can't follow you out here." A lot, not none of them. Jimmy's rancid nature followed him.

"The outside world moves on without you." For all the horrors which occurred on the ship, their families are clueless. Their tragedy floats in space unbeknownst to anyone.

"Won't even notice until it's too late." By the time someone finds the Tulpar, everything will have already happened. No one saved them.

"Someone else's words in my mouth." He convinced a person of something he himself didn't quite believe in.

"Change hurts, but worse things fester for a long time." It would've hurt Curly to face change (notice the errors of someone he thought was his friend; cut off a person he thought was his friend) but in avoiding it, Jimmy festered.

"I tried, I really did." Despite his mistakes, Curly cared.

"We're defined by our past, but not slaves to it." In some kinder universe, Curly survives and heals and learns.

Was it implied Curly might've lost his hearing?

[cloversnstrawberries]

oc intro post ! ! parental!1970s!mad scientist & reanimated!reader

masterlist | requests open !

warnings; Dehumanization(?), god complex, medical malpractice out the wazoo, extensive talks of death and corpses (not extremely graphic), mentions of euthanizing, loss of identity/amnesia, manipulation, possessive behavior, McKinley is selfish as hell (as expected of a rich person), and talks of future/possible imprisonment! if there's anything i missed, please let me know!!

additional notes; hello yes!! this is the concept that won the first poll rematch!!! i wanted to be different i 'spose, and made him from the 70s because. uh. i don't know!!! i like the vibes!!! and before you ask, yes, i do love the Re-Animator movie series with my whole heart. what makes you think that.

! ! introduction blurb & moodboard below the cut ! !

In all honesty, Jeremy McKinley only reanimated you just to see if he could. You were an unidentified body given to the University he worked at-- all in all, you were extremely intact. It almost looked like you were just in a deep sleep.

...Not accounting for the Y incision spanning your torso, which McKinley delicately sewed back together before trying anything further in regards to animating your corpse. There were some spots of discoloration in your flesh as well, but still, good condition compared to what other resources he had on hand.

And at first, that's really all he saw you as. A resource, an opportunity to further his own prowess and to pioneer something that could change the world. Not for the good of humanity-- it was entirely selfish, his reasonings behind reanimating you. Wanting to reanimate anyone/anything in the first place.

He didn't know what the outcome would be-- that was one of the major driving forces behind it, as well. Plain old curiosity, along with the idea that he could play God.

McKinley came from a very affluent background-- he hated the idea of being a nepo baby, though; because he does actually have the intelligence and skill to be where he is. He finds it insulting that people thinks he's only where he is now due to his parents money (which had a hand in it, sure-- with his private lessons as a child, and getting into one of the most expensive and prestigious science programs for higher education).

In recent times, he's gotten bored with it all. The worst thing you can have is a bored rich person-- it becomes twice as dangerous when they're obscenely intelligent, like McKinley is.

No one really cares when your body goes missing from the morgue, and by God nobody suspects McKinley of all people. There was a mostly performative search for the missing body, but the cops did little more than take a peek around, before tossing their hands up in the air and going "Well, what harm will it really do to lose one unidentified body?"

While McKinley was working on ways to animate the nameless corpse he kept in his basement's icebox, his mind wandered once or twice. What would he do with you, if he did manage to revive you? If you did manage to keep your mind, your personality-- he didn't have any measure to compare your behavior to. Again, your identity was completely unknown.

He'd brush the thoughts away-- that you might wake up with an unsavory kind of personality, violent and wanting only to spill blood. Being incapable of complex thought, little more than a fancy, moving doll-- was another concerning outcome he'd considered at first.

But really, you exceeded his expectations ten-times over-- cocky as he was, his ego the size of Texas if it was a tangible thing; he never doubted that he could do it in the first place,

Though, he was a little surprised that he got such amazing results on the first go-around. When you first 'woke up from the coma' (he never did tell you that you'd died, that'd only cause you distress), you had problems speaking.

The way you acted was more akin to being in shock then anything long-lasting, though. And McKinley luckily realized this, before he 'terminated' you with the needle he held in his left hand. At the time, McKinley had no problem with the possibility of having to put you down like a dog if he had to.

But now? Oh, he wouldn't trade you for the world. There wasn't anything for you to do at first, since he was anticipating to 'put you back to sleep' directly after 'waking you up'-- but you two quickly got into the groove of things.

You fit well into his life, believe it or not. You were a good assistant-- at home, and eventually, he started bringing you with him to work. Not without precautions, of course!

He'd claim you had some form of Lupus, along with a couple other medical conditions-- that'd explain your need to be covered head-to-toe. Literally. You were never outside without a hat, sunglasses, and a surgical mask; your clothing covered everything they possibly could.

Luckily, you never overheated due to this. Your body didn't regulate heat very well, if at all. You were always kind of cold, unless you were leeching off of McKinley's body heat (which you did more and more often as you got more comfortable with him, framing it as just affectionately hugging him at random-- he knew what you were really doing, but never said anything about it.).

You'd keep him company while he spent late nights grading, or doing experiments, among other things. You helped clean up, and you hardly complained.

There was always the possibility that you'd remember your actual life, and maybe you already did-- you didn't show it. When McKinley first started this whole experiment, he would've been fine with terminating you if that was the case. Surely, you'd become unruly if you found that you weren't just his amnestic child with a slew of medical problems;

God forbid if you remembered your death, especially. If (when) you realize you're an affront to God, and shouldn't be up and running like you were.

But on top of it all, McKinley is the most put off by the idea that you'd remember your family, or whatever equivalent you may have had in your first life. That's what should've tipped him off that he'd gotten too deep in this, that he was getting attached.

And by the point he had to confront this fact, he really wasn't willing to let you go. He'd much rather confine you to the guest bedroom in the basement (which has quickly become your bedroom, not just a guest bedroom you were staying in) then resort to his original fail-safe of euthanizing you.

[thewertsearch]

TT: I should have gone looking for her. TT: Why didn't I? [...] GG: because you were busy trying to make the best of this situation? TT: John was too. But he went to look for his father. [...] GG: john was being john, and you were being you, which i guess meant taking our problems very seriously and putting all your attention on solving them! GG: and anyway, you and your mom had a much trickier relationship than john and his dad didnt you?

I'm with Jade on this. Presumably, Rose decided that analyzing the game was a more productive use of her time than searching for Mom - a lady who, let's not forget, deliberately abandoned her. Can you really blame her for avoiding the woman?

For a thirteen-year-old, Rose's tactical calls have actually been pretty good. The problem is that Scratch keeps redirecting her plans in directions that benefit him.

GG: now we have all lost guardians GG: dave lost his, and i lost mine in a weird way… uuum even though that was pretty much definitely my fault :\ GG: and even the trolls all lost their monster guardians GG: i think that maybe it is an inevitable part of a game that can be cruel sometimes

I didn’t want this to come to pass, but it always seemed somewhat inevitable.

After all, says Skaia, how are you going to focus on creating a new world, if we don't cut all ties to your old one?

TT: For some reason, despite all the danger, I never thought she was in any trouble. TT: I never believed she would actually die. […] TT: I didn't actually need the ectobiological verification that she was like a mother and a sister at the same time. I always understood that somehow. TT: And I felt she had knowledge and ability beyond what she let on. It was always intimidating, but nonetheless a source of respect which was childishly begrudging on my part.

She worked directly for Skaianet. I'm sure she knew exactly what was coming - and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if her foresight included her own fate. Prophecy is abundant in this world, and her boss was time-traveling through the session before it even existed.

But... think about this for a second, Rose. If your mother knew everything that awaited you, then it's actually a really good sign that she's been helping you from behind the scenes.

Because if things were truly hopeless, then why was she out there killing monsters for you?

What would be the point, if there was no light at the end of the tunnel?

I'm just saying - that's not the punch of a woman with no hope.

GG: i just hope you arent thinking of doing something rash TT: I already was. TT: I was going to go to sleep, fly to a sun bigger than our universe, drop a bomb in it, and kill myself. […] TT: So if my course of action is to change on account of my mood, it can only become less impetuous, don't you think?

...I’m willing to hear you out.

TT: You never liked my plan very much anyway. […] TT: I made it without a full understanding of the nature of the Scratch. […] TT: Maybe I will go kill Jack myself. TT: Right now.

Oh, man.

Ohhhh, man.

Look. Rose. I'm loving how proactive you're being here, but this plan will kill you instantly - and even if you're dream-revived, you'll die for good when you deliver the Tumor.

Is this what causes the Blackout, then? Is Rose about to power up for this fight, overwhelming the session with eldritch energy?

This fucking guy -_-

[raivenantcravings]

Round 6 Reaction/Analysis

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I woke up to twitter analysis saying that Till never even looked at Ivan until his final moments. And I made pre round 6 fanart titled "look at me." Couldn't manifest it. He never looked at him in the end,,,

broo dont look so happy. oh my god you lovesick fool.

reaction and analysis under the cut

First detail I noticed was that are the mics clear because both Ivan and Till are being vulnerable? They have nothing to hide anymore, so they'll show the world their whole being.

Anyways, to my main point,,

My interpretation of the ending was that Ivan was really trying to "cure" Till.

Till opens up with wanting to feel pain, to feel hurt.

"Please, leave me scars"

"Please, hurt me so that not a single drop of me remains"

Which, I realize he's talking to Mizi, but it's a cry for "help" either way.

Ivan's part goes:

"Notice my pain and mend me right now"

Again, he's talking about himself, but I think it could apply to what he does to Till.

So they kiss.

And, I've seen a lot of other people already say this, but I also do feel the kiss was not only meant to be for Ivan to selfishly show his love for Till.

Like bro don't go nonconsensually kissing your crush, what are you doing!?

When the scores came out, Ivan was much lower than Till than I expected. I thought it'd be a Mizi-Sua situation where the scores were close, but Mizi barely edged it out.

But Till almost had 20 points over Ivan.

And I know it's because Till is a rising star. And his new image change would really garner the attention of everyone. But it's not like Ivan is a nobody either. I didn't expect the scores to be so different.

I do think its because Ivan kissed Till. As a final nail in the coffin that guarantees his loss.

Alien Stage is commentary on the idol industry. One of the most prevalent issues in the idol industry is the romantic lives of the idols. Idols are not supposed to be in relationships, at least not outwardly. Their whole image is for the fans. Nothing they do should ruin that public image as an idol.

Much less in a in a queer relationship.

Now I don't believe the universe of Alien Stage cares about LGBTQ+ issues because there's bigger issues surrounding their human pets. But I think that it is an issue that Vivinos is trying to address because they certainly never shy away from queer issues in their other works.

And I feel the idea that idols/pets should not be swayed by their romantic emotions is still prevalent in their society.

So for the audience to see Ivan kiss Till, in one of the most outrageous and public displays possible, further pushes the votes in Till's favor.

And yeah, I also do believe that he kissed Till for him to finally look at him, but I also feel that it was a self-sacrifice too.

And then Ivan violently chokes Till.

Possibly, as another way to give Till votes. Since when Mizi started punching Luka, the audience was outraged at her actions.

Violence is definitely frowned upon on the stage.

More on the choking scene,,

I also saw some people saying that it's because Ivan wanted Till to die with him, which may be part of it. I don't think everything Ivan did was completely selfless.

But

Till accepts it. Earlier when he is at the bar (party? venue? the private show either way), he fights the alien who tries to punch him.

He did show him Mizi's missing image, so he is enraged in this moment, but he does have fight left in him even then.

He doesn't resist when Ivan chokes him just closes his eyes and awaits death. Perhaps if Mizi was already dead, he can just join her in the afterlife since he had no way of knowing she was still alive.

In this way, Ivan is his savior. The one who is finally freeing him from all this pain he felt after losing Mizi. This is his "cure."

And for Ivan, he sorta wants to be a savior to Till. He has freed him on multiple accounts from his shackles. Even helping him run away with him, so they can experience freedom together.

They both get what they want, but,,

Ivan lets go of Till and Till, with an expression that feels like shock, finally looks at Ivan.

Killing him would not give him the freedom that Till needs

that Ivan wants Till to have.

So, like the countless times Till has been chained around his neck, Ivan gives him his chains:

hurting him like he desires.

A scar around his neck.

(Where the scar from his name is)

And mending him,

by taking away the final chain that Ivan could release from Till.

His "cure."

It felt like his final desire was to get Till to snap out of it, to realize that he needs to find true freedom, to not get apathetic at the situation, to keep on going and to live.

He really, truly loves Till even if Till does and never will understand it.

Also final thoughts, is it not strange that Ivan is able to release Till's bindings so easily?

No one else is shown releasing the bindings, so maybe it is just as easy as a press of the button. Yet, I don't feel like it's just poorly designed if that's the case. Because you literally have a person like Ivan releasing a dangerous human like Till. Shouldn't a cautious society like the world of Alien Stage made sure it wouldn't be super easy to get out of.

If there is more to it, I wonder if that'll be a plot point later on. With Ivan leaving behind the secret to getting out of the bindings for Till. So, when a character maybe Till or even Hyuna or Mizi have been captured, they're able to escape since they know how to remove them.

Maybe, I'm just being delulu

And final final thoughts, the kiss was great and definitely made me almost scream. But the way Ivan nuzzled Till has got me acting up.

Like, it's just so soft and sweet and not a big show of it like when Ivan kisses Till on stage.

It feels so intimate, so personal, so full of love.

I just, I just can't. They'll be the death of me.

[armybratz123]

The Netflix Devil May Cry show: Why I Think it's Utter Trash

Okay, this is usually not my thing. My sister, Froggy, is the one who usually goes on rants about stuff. Usually, her gothic stories and Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss stuff. But I need to get this out somewhere. My sisters don't know the story as well/don't want to/are tired of hearing it. My brother hasn't seen the show (and no way in hell am I letting him), so he only barely understands when I manage to explain it to him.

So now I'm finally using my account for something outside of my quick ideas that I need to get out and decide are good enough to post.

First off, I want to start on the subject that has the most controversy and mixed reactions among the audience of the Devil May Cry Netflix show. The Makaian refugees, I was wierded out by the concept at first, honestly.

The reason why I didn't care for the Makaian refugees in the Netflix show is that what made Devil May Cry so impactful is that Demons are born bad. With these instincts to hurt and kill and make others miserable. It's what makes stories like Sparda, Trish, and Bradley (a Demon who fell in love with a human in the 2007 anime) so impactful.

Because despite their instincts, their heritage, and how they were raised, they chose to be something different. Something good. It felt out of place, but I could deal with it...... until they started using the refugees to pretty much spit on Sparda's name. The White Rabbit's whole motivation is that humans are ruthless creatures, in his eyes they are the true Demons, and Sparda is an idiot and the real Bad Guy because he chose one helpless, but cruel/unworthy race, over the other helpless race that are suffering, dying, and of his own kind. Another thing that took away the impact of Sparda's deeds.

I didn't entirely care for the Makaian refugees at the start, because I saw them as what I thought them to be, at the time, a tool. Mary (I'm not calling her Lady, that woman in the show is not Lady. She's no Walking Arsenal, she's a fake) was written to hate Demons to the extreme x10, they needed something to the extreme to knock her down a few pegs. Thus, the Makaian refugees.... And then I watch what basically was a reenactment of the Holocaust at the end of the episode. When I was watching the show, there was one part that really stuck with me. It was when the Darkcom soldiers were loading up the refugees under Mary's orders onto the trucks, you know, the ones meant to hold demons with flamethrowers on the inside? I was getting nervous. All I could think of was the stupid flamethrowers, but I had to remind myself that this is supposed to represent change, the humans, overall, are the good guys here. Seeing and helping the refugees will help them see the bigger picture- oH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?

The Vice-President ordered them to kill them all, and they fucking lined the ones left in the building up, and my mind kept blanking out, the images from the stories I read, the stories I learned growing up, of how Jews would be lined up in the streets, in broad daylight even, and executed for the crime of existing. There were tears in my eyes because I saw what was coming next. My gut was screaming about it since I saw the refugees being loaded up in those damned trucks, and I was reminded of the showers in Concentration camps, only this time, instead of gas, it was fire. Which could be argued to be a worse, more painful death. I was crying in the end, not sobbing though, my mouth was too busy hanging beneath my shoulders in horror to be sobbing while I cried.

I wasn't the show's biggest fan or anything, but before that point, I thought the show was okay. I could deal with it, it's not canon, no skin off my back. It could be a what-if Dante never knew his Father and who he is, and Lady had already killed hers since the beginning, so she was no longer after him for revenge. But they did that.

Whether or not the Makaian refugees wrecked the Devil May Cry universe and the impact it was meant to be, we still had reason to cheer for humans, for our people, for justice to come out on top. The whole point of Devil May Cry is to push the boundaries of justice, of what's considered right and wrong, because Demons don't consider those boundaries, so sometimes, tough decisions are made. The point of Devil May Cry's lesson was to reveal the shades of grey that make up the real world and that we alone are in charge of making up our identity. Instead, the Netflix show decided to dig their heels in, shovel themselves a deeper grave, and show us that there is a Black and White, but both are to the extreme that you can't even tell what was right and wrong anymore, with just of sliver of Grey in the middle and the grey is actually just Dante.

And right after that episode, we saw the White Rabbit's and Mary's backstories. It was cool how they did it with the music, little to no sound, music was great too. And then they hit me with the ending again and I just wanted to groan.

I was already emotionally tired and done with the show because the extermination of the Makaian refugees literally just happened at the end of the last episode.

By the end of the show, I just settled for cheering for Dante and hoping he beat the White Rabbit so the divide Sparda made wouldn't be destroyed. He did, and then he mentions him and Mary partnering up and fighting Demons together, protecting humanity. I though I saw Lady, that we were going to get out duo, they will build the Devil May Cry shop together, okay. Alot of sucky bits, but I can be happy with this ending- Mary just betrayed Dante and drugged him to unconsciousness.

Vice President stole the White Rabbit's portal device and is now using it to invade Makai because his Ego is the size of a continent.

And now Dante has been put on ice, like he's a weapon being put away until ready for when is in need to be used again.

You can't- You can't just give me the one thing? Just the one? Seriously? Are you for real? I was ready, I was ready and willing to give you a chance. I am a hardcore Devil May Cry fan who looked into the lore outside of the games and was willing to give you a chance. In fact, I gave you multiple! And in return... You Give Me....... THIS FLAMING PIECE OF HOT GARBAGE!!!

For over an hour. I was pissed for over an hour and felt like I just wasted four hours. Of. My. Life. I wasted four hours of my life right there, because, of course, I binged it. They nerfed Dante, Mary killed more high-end demons than he did, made Lady a backstabbing bitch with a potty mouth worse than Nero's, twisted just about everything that made Devil May Cry what it was, and just pumped up everything to the extreme.

Down in the comments, tell me, did anyone else just give up and start cheering for the demons at the end after Dante was put away? Because to be honest, when Vergil showed up, I wasn't happy he showed up because I like Vergil, no, I was in relief because I was FREAKING CHEERING FOR THE DEMONS AT THE END OF IT!!! I should NOT be cheering for the demons! I was even imagining how Vergil would rescue Dante due to this ending. Just-! JUST-! uuuUUUURRRGGGHHH!!!!!

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So yeah. Not a fan.

And yes, being a Devil May Cry fan did make me hate the show. I am aware of my own bias, but I also know myself. I don't like the writing of this show, even if I weren't a Devil May Cry fan, I wouldn't like this show. I wouldn't feel hot burning rage and as if I wasted four precious hours of my life, but I still would dislike the show. I don't know if I would still call it trash if I weren't a fan.

But I am a fan.

So, it's Trash.

[tiredmagicalwarrior]

I think one of the things I appreciated the most about Nocturne was the protagonism on the Haitian Revolution.

This was a revolution that didn't just change Haiti, it changed the world. This was the revolution that would make the first black state. The first slaveless state. That would make every slave nation tremble with fear, from Europe To America to Asia to Oceania to Africa. It was what was never meant to happen, but did.

It's the nation that would defeat Napoleon and the British marine. Nobody could take down Haiti. You know why Napoleon went to colonize Europe? Haiti. That's why. He couldn't take down Haiti. Couldn't make it french territory again. So, he turned towards Europe.

We are talking about an undefeated nation.

AND! AND! A largely Vodu nation!

I was SO happy to see Vodu be portrayed as the wonderful religion it is, sacred and divinely intertwined with the Haitian revolution. The revolution was noted to start with Vodu chants and ritual.

White people refused to understand the link between the two worlds that could bring ancestors to meet their descendants. They created zombies as a horror trope. They made vodu dolls as a horror gimmick. They took a sacred religion and reduced it and vilanized it.

And I'm so happy to see it being positively portrayed in such a famous media. Vodu practicioners have already made media of the like. But I was positively surprised with what Nocturne had to present to us.

Of course, the knowledge that the french revolution was incomplete, that it was NOT FOR EVERYONE, is then again, something I really appreciate as a history student and a person. The french revolution killed mostly peasent and established the bourgeoisie, but did it end the Noir Code? No. Did it establish women's and black people's suffrage? No. Did it make a agrarian reform? No. Was it for the people? It had it's importance. But it was, at the very least, not for all the people.

And let's not forget that the french revolution's main intellectual current would birth biological racism, an unscientific current that claimed evidence of "different sized skulls" for example to prove humans possessed different races based on phenotypes.

Last, but certainly not least: it is absurd to see people claim that "all indigenous people have been killed". Acknowledging multi-ethnic indigenous genocide HAS to go along with the respect that there STILL are indigenous people and they continue their fight for their lives and land.

You know who the show demonstrates as such? Olrox.

While I don't appreciate the show claiming "all of his people were slaughtered" as that is historically inaccurate, I was most happy to see an Aztec vampire present and very alive, connected to his culture, protagonizing the show. The Nahua are still very much alive and kicking and I appreciated that the show took that into account.

And Annette! Sweet Annette being one of the leads makes me most joyful. I can't stand idiots that claim her presence.on France was """historically innacurate""", check again, dumbasses, free black people were all over France (especially the children of black Caribbean elites, for example, from Haiti back then known as Saint-Domingue, which did not possess universities and would sent their children to study in Europe.)

Anyway. To see her star as one of the leads made me so incredibly happy. She's a wonderful character and I appreciate how they let Annette be unapologetic and direct, especially during a moment between revolutions were she was very aware the french revolution didn't mean shit to her people.

But she was so lovely and to see her afro-caribean religion present AND source of her power made me emotional more than a few times.

Castlevania Nocturne really did hit this nail on the head.

Anyways. To make sure I give people answers to "but where's the evidence to x thing you said?" Here are my sources:

THYLEFORS, Markel; “Our Government is in Bwa Kayiman:”A Vodou Ceremony in 1791 and its Contemporary Significations, 2009

DUBOIS, Laurent; Avengers of the New World : the story of the Haitian Revolution, 2004

BUCK-MORSS, Susan; Hegel, Haiti and universal history, 2009