#i know i’ll find my own way of coping or whatever

[icejjfishesz]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ❞ 𓄼˚ ▍ K.M.

❛ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆             ━━  kate liked to think of herself as level headed but there were times where she couldn’t cope with the stress. luckily for her, you’re always there to aid her with much needed stress relief ❜

❛ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁                ━━  kinda rough sex ig but it’s pretty tame tbh ❜

❛ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁         ━━  1.3k! ❜

❛ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲      ━━  i’ve been wanting to write for kate but the series i have planned is kicking my ass so here’s this instead, lmao ❜

kate talked things out. she doesn’t like to go to bed angry or be short with you (and for damn sure hates it when you’re short with her). kate told you when something was bothering her and encouraged you to do the same. she doesn't keep things in. she didn’t let things get to her. she is a force of nature.

or at least she tried to be.

but like anyone, kate had her limits. she had a tendency to overcommit and that led her to getting very stressed sometimes. and she knows she could tell you, that you would be right here to rectify her tense shoulders and still her beating heart. however, there were times where it seemed like all she could do was keep it all buried in her. she never wanted to feel like a burden or put more on your plate. so after a particularly stressful week like this one…of course she wanted nothing more than to crawl into your arms and just sink into you.

but she doesn’t.

everyday when she comes home she’s less like herself. it’s really starting to get to her.

she knew you’d help her if she just asked but she often found your help hard to accept –– always too prideful, too private, too desperate to be so put together and keep her walls up. she fiercely protected your sanity at the expense of your own. kate liked to keep things in until they bubbled over. she hated that part though, when she’d collapse into your arms because the stress just filled up until it poured down her cheeks. it embarrassed her though she knew you never minded holding her, that you’d always be there to rub her back until her sobbing subdued.

you were waiting for her to get home, she had a busy day and you had missed her. when she walked through the door, you could immediately tell something was off. you knew this week was more demanding than usual but you could tell she had reached her limit today. you could hear it in the way she shut the door, you could feel it in her footsteps.

you walked over to her, whispering her name and wrapping your arms around her. normally, she’d pull away but she just couldn’t. not when she needed you this much. she ran her eyes over you, her gaze appreciative and inviting. she sighs, shoulders relaxing at the sight of you as she returns your hug. her arms wrapping around you and her face finding home within the crease of your neck. you smelled like her.

“hey, baby…” her voice is so tired it makes you frown.

“hi.” you rub her back, unknowingly making her day just with your touch. something was wrong and you knew it. you go to pull back, to get a good look at her…but she doesn’t let you pull away. strong arms tighten around you, keeping your body pressed against hers.

“...kate?”

“hm?”

“are you okay?”

she sighs, it tickles against the flesh of your neck where her nose is currently pressed against. “i’m fine as long as i’m with you.”

and of course you smile, she always knew exactly what to say to make you smile. “that’s sweet…but you seem a little tense…”

“just a long week is all…” she whispers, hands rubbing up and down your waist slowly. “i missed you.”

and then you get the idea. a way to relax her. you clear your throat, trying to keep your voice even but still suggestive when you say.

“i missed you too…” you chuckle. “is there any way i can help you de-stress?”

she finally pulls back, hands still firm on your hips, just to look at your face. you’re smirking, giving her that look that says ‘i’ll let you do whatever you want to me right now’. and she’d be damned if she didn’t take you up on your offer.

which is how you ended up here. a familiar position that doesn’t happen too often. there was a certain point within your girl's stress where all she wanted was a source of distraction, something new to focus on. and you, always her angel, were there to greedily gladly provide aid.

she was obsessed with it all –– how you moaned her name, how your thighs stretched to make room for her…how pretty you looked when she made you come over and over and over again.

you fucking love it when she gets like this.

she knows your body so well, always able to put you at her mercy with a few words or light touches. she is always so good to you when you need her…so you were glad to do the same for her. afterall, she’d make it up to you later. probably put herself on her knees to worship you like you deserved. but for now, she needs this to be the opposite of that. kate wasn’t focused on making you feel good like she normally did, she was trying to relieve herself from the pressure of the intense week she had.

she always starts off slow, making you come with her face buried between her legs. then she pulls the rest of your clothes off, rougher than usual but still gently. then she tugs her own pants off, not bothering to remove her shirt, as she slides her boxers down to her ankles. she crawls above you again, slotting herself between your thighs so her pussy hovers right above yours, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat that gathers between you two.

she stares at you expectantly. you don’t need her to tell you that she wants you to beg for it. for her. your eyes shut as you whine.

“please…” you reach for her hand, staring up at her as you refrain from grinding your hips up into her. whatever she wants. “i need to feel you.”

you’d given her what she wanted so she does the same for you. she’s fair like that, lowering her wet pussy onto yours. you open your eyes to peek up at her, her eyes are drawn to where your bodies meet. her mouth practically waters at how wet you are (never mind the fact that she was probably more wet than you), chest swelling in pride cause she did that to you.

she grabs your thigh, pressing herself further against you. she can’t help but dig her nail into your thigh as she rubs her clit against yours. you moan as she gradually sets a fixed rhythm, your hands flying to her hips to help her rock faster against you. you stare at her, how far gone she is…how pure instinct seems to take over when she grabs your leg even tighter (nearly hard enough to bruise) desperately bucking against you. “fuck, i’m so close…” she gasps, almost collapsing due to the pure intensity of it all.

and you are too, the feeling is overwhelming. almost too much. “fuck, i can’t come again..” you whimper.

her face resting against your chest (which was coated in dark marks that she’d kiss later when she apologized for being so rough with you. you’d dismiss her, of course. how you loved being her little work of art.)

“yeah, you can honey. one more, you can take one more for me. come on.” she mutters words of encouragement, never once slowing her pace. and you shake your head and whine. she’s all cheek kisses and devotional until she’s not –– until she loses her patience with you. “what? you don’t like what i give you?” she whispers almost harshly into your flesh, but the room is so quiet that it sounds like it echos.

it’s embarrassing how much her words turn you on. her groans of pleasure, her tone, the fact that she was making you feel so good. she scoffed at you so casually, like what she was doing wasn’t so goddamn filthy.

“no, no, i’m sorry. i love it, i’m sorry.” you rush, a sewage of apologies flowing from your lips like it was the only language you could speak. she hums like she’s in thought but you can look in her eyes and tell her mind is made up.

“so lie there and take it.”

[4ln-stay8]

A ski trip to remember

>sumarry: Lando went to a ski trip with you, Max and P but it doesn’t turn out the way he expected

>author’s note: not my best work but hopefully not my worst

>warnings: none i think

In the picturesque snowy mountains, you and Lando joined Max and Pietra for a ski trip. You were not familiar with skiing, opting to play in the snow while trying to persuade Lando into tubing.

You couldn't help but marvel at the snow-covered landscape. Lando, Max, and Pietra were eager to hit the slopes, but you were hesitant, having never skied before.

"I think I'll just enjoy the snow here, guys. Skiing seems a bit daunting." you said nervous

Lando, was always up for an adventure, he was always in for the adrenaline. You were the complete opposite. You loved adrenaline when you were confident in your safety, but skiing doesn’t feel that safe to you.

"Come on, baby! It's not that hard. You'll love it once you get the hang of it." said Lando trying to persuade you

"I'd rather stay on solid ground, thanks. But hey, how about we go tubing together? It's fun and way less intimidating." you exclaimed trying to find other winter activities you could do together

Lando rolled his eyes, dismissing the idea. He just wanted to enjoy the things he loved to do while he was on the well deserved break from his job and you suggesting to do other things even for once didn’t seem pleasing at this point.

The season was stressful for him, starting at the lowest point possible and fighting with whatever he had to be as close to the top as he could. He just wanted to recharge and relax and have fun, but he was too eager to enjoy the trip that he forgot to include you in it.

"Tubing? Seriously? That's so childish. You should've stayed home if you're not going to participate. Who comes on a ski trip if they don’t even ski?" He said annoyed

Feeling a bit hurt, you decided to stay back at the hotel and enjoy the snow on your own while the others had fun skiing together.

“Yeah well… uh… I’m gonna stay here while you guys enjoy the skiing” you said, your voice barely above a whisper

Lando just nodded and left with your friends up the mountain as you stood there thinking of ways to make the time pass.

You decided to take a leisurely walk, capturing the winter wonderland with Lando’s camera. However, your excitement turned to dismay when you found yourself slipping on ice.

"Ouch! This wasn't part of the plan." you said trying to cope with the pain

Unable to stand up, you called the hotel reception for help. An employee came to your rescue in short time asking you about your situation.

“Bonjour madame, what is the problem?” said the employee in a french accent

“I slipped on ice and my leg hurts. I can’t get up!” You said as tears slowly fell on your cheeks

“I’ll have a look” he said and started to check on your leg

The concerned employee arranged for you to be taken to a nearby hospital. At the hospital, you learned that your leg was lightly broken. With a cast on your foot, you returned to the hotel, hoping that Lando wasn’t at the hotel yet.

Meanwhile, Lando, Max, and Pietra returned to the room, oblivious to your misadventure.

“Today was epic babe! You should've joined us, Y/N. You don’t even know what you’ve missed” exclaimed Lando enthusiastically as he walked in the room

You appeared from the corner with crutches, and gave them a small and embarrassed weak smile.

“Well, I’m glad at least one of us had fun.” You whispered loud enough for them to hear

Lando's eyes widened as he met your body. He rushed to your side, concern evident in his eyes. You looked at him then at your friends who were just as worried as your boyfriend.

"What happened baby? Are you okay?" said Lando trying to check if the rest of you was fine

“How did you manage to injure yourself?” Asked Max concerned

You started to explain the mishap, Lando and your friends listening carefully to your story. “I went to look around trying to make some photos and I slipped on ice. Apparently I broke my leg a little” you said avoiding everyone’s eyes

"I should've been there with you. I'm sorry for calling you childish. This is all my fault. Let me help you, okay? I’ll make it up to you!” Exclaimed Lando, his voice a mix of regret and concern

“Hey, it’s not your fault that I slipped. It wasn’t nice of you to speak to me like that but this isn’t your fault.” You reassured him

“I’ll stay in tomorrow so I can take care of you” said Lando, a serious expression present on his face

“You don’t have to. I can take care of myself! Well… mostly!” You exclaimed not wanting Lando to spend the rest of the trip looking after you

“No baby! You are hurt and it’s my job to take care of you!” He tried to make a point but you disagreed

“You’re not wasting the trip just because I’m clumsy! Do that and I’ll never forgive you!’ You said firmly

“But…” he got interrupted by you before he could properly begin his sentence

“No but! It’s enough that I made the trip less fun because I’m afraid to try skiing. I refuse to make this even worse by having you take care of me! You guys go have fun while I get some nice time inside” you said smiling softly knowing that whatever you will do inside will be boring as hell

“You didn’t made things less fun Y/n! We were just to excited to ski that we made this trip less fun for you” said P with a sympathetic voice

For the rest of the trip you stayed inside while Lando and you friends would go outside and have fun. Lando was on the phone with you as much as he could try to involve you in the fun activities.

The trip was filled with a mix of laughter, concern, and a newfound appreciation for each other's choices. The unexpected turn of events brought the group closer, making the ski trip a memorable experience for everyone, especially for you.

[anemoiashifts]

what your desired reality self wants you to know, pick an object reading !

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

happy shifting september ! thank you to everyone who voted for this months reading ! i stated before the idea of doing a shifting reading that you guys can vote on at the top of every month & intend to post one of these on the first of every month ! if you’d like to vote for octobers, the poll is on my profile right now & will be available to vote through the week of this is posted.

as always, please do not force this message if it doesn’t resonate. there will be more readings to come ! ⋆.˚

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🐾 | sweater french bulldog °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

songs: about you by the 1975, stained glass by madison beer, chewing cotton wool by the japanese house.

the tldr of this reading waiting for new beginnings to take shape. when you think one journey has ended, another will arise. your dr self wants to remind you that shifting should not be the end goal. the progress you’ve made on your shifting journey is the first step of of a long, long path of lessons & leaning about how you operate.

the emotions that had risen for this reading were feelings of being overwhelmed, slow healing & lack of progress. this time — being “trapped” in your current reality — is not to punish you. it it not to keep you down but to prove to yourself you are capable of overcoming every obstacle that is thrown your way. take this time to be gentle with yourself & care for practice self soothing techniques accordingly. you cannot always control your circumstances; only how you react to them. improving mindset towards your situation & finding a way to balance energies amidst chaos will do you wonders. remember to stay grounded & grateful even when things seem bleak.

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🪻 | purple orchid °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

songs: art deco by lana del rey, to be human marina, holding onto you by twenty one pilots.

your gift to manifest your desires is within you. if you think you are incapable of manifesting, you are being urged to reflect on your past assumptions & look at what thoughts you have when going about life. however, something is blocking you from unleashing your inner gifts. you are denying yourself whatever that may be all while ignoring what needs attention in this moment, even if it’s separate from shifting. chances are there is a repressed creative side of you or an upbringing that has been taken from you due to circumstance.

to put this bluntly, you may be emotionally unstable & unsure of what you actually want. to provide clarity, sit down with your thoughts & journal or scrapbook (changes are, you are already doing so). mental clarity will come in the form of creation. remember, you create your own reality. you are not the projections & assumptions people have placed upon you. there is nothing wrong with you.

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🍆 | eggplant bartholomew bear °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

songs: no time to die by billie elish, watercolor eyes by lana del rey, illicit affairs by taylor swift,

you love hard. in partnerships, friendships, romantic relationships, family. some may even say you’re a little bit of a hopeless romantic. however, it feels like your mind & heart are at war constantly; logic vs emotion. the logical part tends to think “shifting isn’t real, I’ll never do it” while your heart is screaming at you that “shifting has to be real, there is so much life to be lived”. though, you cannot logic your way through shifting, you do not need to eliminate one voice & instead bring them together.

be warned, this is not an easy process & takes great emotional strength & patience with yourself as you find ways internally to satisfy both sides of yourself. i don’t have those answers but do not give into the temptation to be pulled into a daydream to cope with these conflicting beliefs. you are seemingly a smart person even if grades or test scores do not or have not shown that in the past. you have a unique way of going about both your current reality & every one you experience.

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thank you for reading. i hope this resonates ! 🫂🤍

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there! Do you know of any fics where aziraphale is a human and Crowley is still a demon? Or the other way around where Crowley is human and aziraphale is still an angel

Hello! We have #human aziraphale and #human crowley tags you'll want to check for more fics like this. Here are a couple more of each to add to the collections...

Call my name and I’ll be there by cole90210 (G)

Aziraphale is a human with a bookshop and an unfortunate habit of reading out loud from occult books he is repairing. When the demon Crowley answers the summons, it will be a battle of wills, temptations and an unlikely friendship (that leads to more).

out of touch, out of time (out of my head when you're not around) by popcornizuku (T)

"Uh, are you a demon?” His face crumbles, clearly distraught by the implication, and Crowley winces. He shakes his head vehemently, “Oh, Heavens no. Quite the opposite, really.” Before Crowley can question whatever that means, he raises a brow, considering, “Were you attempting to summon a demon? I don’t believe that would be a very wise course of action. Awful company, demons are. They have never been known for their manners, I can assure you.” “Er, right. I’ll take your word for it… Wait, no, I wasn’t trying to summon a demon!” (Or, Crowley accidentally summons an angel, attempts to find his soulmate, fights some demons, and falls in love.)

Azi and the Demon by tiresius (E)

He stared at Azi appraisingly. “So. You have agreed to come here, of your own free will? To live with me, as my… companion?” Azi nodded. He supposed that was true. “Hmm.” Crowley’s tongue appeared briefly between his lips. It was very red. “Tell me, Azi. Have you ever met a demon before?” A Good Omens fairy tale, loosely based on the original story of Beauty and the Beast.

Who wants to live forever? by jessescreations (NR)

Antony Colby is a young man living in London, who is suddenly plagued by nightmares of fires, angels and demons. In search for simple answers he discovers big errors in his life - trying to make sense of things, he comes in contact with a bookshop owner who seems to know more than he wants to admit and the longer the search goes the larger the pile of questions grows - in the end of it all Antony Colby has to make a choice or Crowley is punished with a mortal life and does not remember the past 6000 years.

Guiding Light by aurora_beam, LTRisBACK (G)

The Principality Aziraphale has been in Heaven for most of the 6000 years that Earth has existed for. Now, he is summoned by the Archangels and given a very specific mission - to guide Antony J. Crowley, Lawyer, and keep him from falling from his path. No one (except maybe the one giving the orders, whose plans are ineffable) expected them to fall in love...

Among the Stacks by MeinirRhos (NR)

Nearly a year after Aziraphale returns to Heaven, he vanishes from existence, leaving Crowley bereft on Earth. Just when the demon has finally started to heal and move on with his life, he finds his angel by chance in a library. But Aziraphale has no memory of his life as an angel, or of Crowley. How will our hero cope?

- Mod D

[h0neyfreak]

if you have ADHD and struggle with cleaning/keeping things clean, I’m going to offer some aggressively practical advice that may or may not work but has been so helpful for me to keep a base level of tidiness without losing a whole day to cleaning hyperfocus or ending up stressed to the point of crying about how much stuff I have to deal with.

(It’s best suited if you’re in your own apartment/house and have multiple rooms to manage.) But just start moving. Walk around your place. Put on some music or a YouTube video or whatever floats your boat in your headphones and go for a stroll. See some scissors on the coffee table? Snag em on your way by and drop them off where they go. A dish in your bedroom? Bring that bad boy to the sink as you round the corner. Going room by room or breaking tasks into smaller chunks honestly just stresses me out more lmao but wandering around aimlessly emptying trash bins and tossing socks into the hamper as I notice them?? Now I’m just playing one of those object spotter games babey. No pressure there. If I’m feeling extra ambitious I’ll carry a trash bag with me. Can’t get overwhelmed by a room if I leave it two seconds later. Something doesn’t have a place to go? Make one! Or leave it! Who cares!

A bonus tip is to go to Target or Goodwill or Homegoods or any place that has cheap bins/baskets (little ones that you’d keep pencils or rolls of tape or something in not large storage totes) and keep a few sets on hand. If you realize you’ve accumulated a comical number of sharpies you can go grab a little pencil tray for them and suddenly they have a place to go and now when you find a sharpie on the ground you can toss it in the sharpie bin. Doesn’t matter if the sharpie bin is still on the ground, I’m not going to slip and die in a marker-based Looney Tunes incident and I know if I need a sharpie I go to the spot on the floor next to my bookshelf.

And if you go for a walk and don’t pick up anything that’s also fine you at least moved around a bit. Familiarized yourself with the landscape.

It also tricks my brain into seeing “moving from one room to the other = picking up a few things to put away” which just generally helps keep piles from getting out of hand.

Once I’ve made a few laps things are generally tidy enough to do the same thing with vacuuming/wiping down surfaces/dusting etc.

(side note but if you’re in HS/otherwise living with your parents and being constantly squished under a hydraulic press of shame and pressure about your inability to keep your room clean without actually being given coping skills or help, I see you and I love you and I was you and having a messy living space is not actually a moral failing it’s just a thing that happens sometimes)

[gilverrwrites]

Time of the Month

AN: I'm suffering, so here's some of my faves reacting to their so having a rough time of the month.

He really doesn’t “get it”. 100% thinks you’re probably over reacting, however, you’re his sweetheart and he would do anything for you, so he’ll “play along” so long as he doesn’t need you for something else.

Won’t take time out of his busy schedule for you but he will:

Text you constantly through out the day.

Thinking of you doll x Are you sleeping? x You better be sleeping cause theres no other reason not to text back. HELLO??? ???? Sorry for loosing my temper baby, I love you. Just ordered those shoes you liked x

Will bring home/order dinner. He knows what you want, don’t worry babe, you don’t have to ask.

Still try to seduce you any way possible, he doesn’t care how messy it is.

Selina does not let her period slow her down, and so she’s hopeful that she can rub some of that off on you.

Has a yoga routine specifically catered to that time of the month that she’s happy to teach you. Has a diet plan that’s full of iron heavy and unsaturated fatty foods - leafy greens, dark chocolate, the good stuff.

Of course she understands her lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and what kind of cat themed thief would she be if she didn’t have a giant heated blanket she’s happy for you to stretch out on and spend your time lounging in true luxury.

Move over, she’s getting into bed with you. She’s stolen all of Brucie Wayne’s streaming service log ins, and she’s brought 50 different snacks that will make your bloating worse, but will feel and taste good in the moment.

Get ready for a week of binge watching whatever films make you feel good, eating way too much sugar, and sleeping whenever feels right.

Did you know orgasms can help relieve period pains, migraines, and generally relieve stress?

Did you know if you ask Waylon, he will eat you out until you can’t take anymore and/or are feeling any amount of respite?

If that’s really not your thing, be willing to also do basically anything you ask of him. Bring you snacks? Rub your back? Just hold you? Anything you want.

Will find the time look after you. Any excuse for some lazy time with his favourite birdie.

He runs hot, so it’s like having your own personal heat pad. Will find it endearing if you lay stomach down of his stomach, legs, whatever part so you can press his heat directly to the area that needs it.

Foodie and a snacker, so if you’re craving something, he’s got you covered, and he’ll eat it with you, no questions asked.

Knows a lot of ecologically friendly herbal remedies that are almost certain to work. Just sit back, chill out, and drink this tea.

In the very unlikely chance that those don’t work, and you’re down for it; Ivy is happy to fuck the cramps away, whatever your preferred method of orgasm may be.

The Riddler: Understands how periods work, but doesn’t care. You can’t let your body control you, or interfere with the mind. (yes he IS the worst kind of person when he’s sick.)

He does however have bunch of tips and tricks for helping overcome/cope with cramps and other symptoms.

Has a bucket load of ibuprofen handy at all times.

“Did you take the pills I gave you? Good. You know, coffee will help get that into your bloodstream faster, and might give you more energy. Since you’re making coffee, I’ll have one too, thanks, you’re the best. Well, I’m the best, but you’re good too.”

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[audiblehush]

Listen, I’m on the “I’ll believe it when I see it” train with all these inconsistent S3 rumors because 1) LOL the fucking Sun, people, really?! and 2) “Well, the friend of my friend said… and they’re really reliable! Trust me!” 🙄

But even if it all ends up being true: I’ve already seen a handful of great posts talking about no, it’s NOT actually harming Colin’s character, thanks, and would make a lot of sense from what we know about where he’s at mentally so far - I’ll try not to rehash stuff they’ve already argued really well… and probably fail once i get going 😬

But I would also like to throw out that canonically… Book!Colin ALSO had experience prior to his relationship with Penelope?? Not to rakeish levels, but yeah, he had sexual encounters with women… That he then specifically mentions as meaning NOTHING once he compares it to what he has with Penelope because with her there is actual LOVE built over YEARS of INTIMACY.

And since Show!Colin is markedly younger than his book counterpart, it would make sense that this is something he is exploring, whether the initial choice is through coercion from his brother(s), or because he is curious, or… whatever he reason is?? It doesn’t matter??

He’s YOUNG. Being young means being curious about sex! It often means learning over time the difference between mere physicality vs intimacy. Learning about sex can be messy, confusing, wonderful, terrible, mediocre, not what you thought it’d be, etc etc etc.

Regardless of if we’re taking about Penelope OR Colin: Context is everything and WE. DON’T. HAVE. ANY. YET.

Penelope has her own coping mechanism for what she’s dealing with on her own throughout the show with LW; why is Colin any different, whether that’s drinking, tea, sex, etc? He’s clearly exploring different aspects of himself and finding what appeals or doesn’t appeal to him. And that’s normal!!

The IRONY of people claiming they’re furious at Colin treating women like sex toys… when that’s exactly how some people view Colin for Penelope. He is more than a prop for her! Their whole story is that they choose each other after years of self discovery and recognition of each others true selves… ALL of their past experiences included.

Even if the rumored second instance is true… 1) it would clearly be used as a way to prove that he’s miserable and NEEDS love and Pen and intimacy and 2) characters make mistakes... often ones they learn from. Pen has made her fair share of poor choices, too. Colin has and WILL make mistakes because that is what interesting, developing characters do, yet y’all act like he is unforgivable for being given his own plot scenes. He is NOT just there to have sex with Penelope!! He is a character outside of his romance with his own struggles to grapple with!

Also, please be real - this was SO NORMAL for men during this era, especially at his age! Why are MODERN DAY AUDIENCES acting so fucking scandalized?? One or two instances doesn’t even make him a real rake, ESPECIALLY if it’s being framed as him realizing it isn’t what he ultimately wants! Why are you even watching this show if something like this is so offensive to you?!

If all this ends up being accurate (which again, I doubt), I will admit I’ll probably be picky about how it’s handled… but I’ve always felt that way about this pairing in the short time I’ve been in the fandom.

But I NEED people to chill the fuck out until the season actually airs. You’re lambasting something you HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN YET.

[necrotic-nephilim]

"I don't care how much you hate me - you need to eat!"

DickTim during Bruce's Lost In Time phase but with Dick stopping Tim from leaving💕

send a quote and a ship and I'll write a short fic!

fucked up DickTim during Bruce's lost in time era my beloved. this is 2k of *very* dead dove DickTim, with one-sided feelings from Dick and unreliable narrator vibes. it is a smidge OOC, just bc of how dark Dick gets, but i think i kept it best i could. enjoy <3

It wasn’t supposed to go this far.

Dick thought he was doing this to honor Bruce. The last thing Bruce would’ve wanted was to see Tim drive himself over the edge and go too far, all for a fruitless chase to bring Bruce back from the dead. And sure, maybe deep down Dick knew he reflected some of Bruce’s worst traits. The obsessive control. The worrying to the point of being overbearing.

It came with the capes and spandex territory. Especially now that Dick had decided to man up and put on that damned cowl.

But even at Bruce’s worst, Dick was pretty sure he wouldn’t dare go this far.

Dick knew it was wrong. What he didn’t know was why he couldn’t stop himself. Why the gnawing guilt was so easy to compartmentalize and why every good point Tim had got ignored by Dick’s logical side, brushed off by one simple mantra.

He was doing this for Tim’s own good.

All of this was to protect Tim from doing something he would regret.

Dick had done brain scans, had Tim magically checked up, and even managed to get him to properly talk to a psychiatrist. Everything came back normal. Tim was perfectly healthy.

So maybe this was something that had always been a part of Tim. Maybe it was a bad idea for any of them to have let Tim into the vigilante world so young.

Some people could handle it. Some people couldn’t. Dick had seen firsthand how it broke minds and ruined lives. He’d seen people turn to drugs, cults, murder, and god knew what else just to try to cope with it.

That didn’t make Tim weak. Tim Drake was the furthest thing from weak, and Dick would fight anyone on that.

This was just a hard life to cope with. Sometimes, people needed support through the worst of it.

That’s what Dick was doing.

Giving support.

“I don’t care how much you hate me- you need to eat!” Dick stepped back, dodging Tim’s attempt to kick his feet out. The bowl of salad Dick had set next to Tim was completely ignored.

Dick had learned not to give Tim hot food after Tim flung potato soup at his head the first time, chunks of potato stuck to his hair.

Tim’s scowl was lethal. Technically, he wasn’t restrained. He could move freely around the manor and do whatever he wanted.

It was the shock collar that kept him from leaving the grounds or breaking into the Batcave.

Dick had decided that would be the most humane way. The shock was only momentarily painful, it was designed to knock Tim unconscious if he tried to get somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. The collar had taken three tries before Dick found a lock Tim couldn’t pick, and a few more unfortunate incidents of Tim finding weak spots in the barrier.

But Dick always found Tim and brought him back home.

That was what was important.

The fact Tim kept trying to break out and go to god knew where on some fruitless quest to find a dead man made Dick more secure about this decision.

He was doing this to protect Tim. Once Tim worked through the worst of his grief, all this would be in the past. Something they would laugh at.

Hopefully.

It was like one of Tim’s contingency plans. Really, he of all people should understand.

But he didn’t. Which was what hurt Dick the most, the angry look in Tim’s eyes and the way his fists clenched when Dick came into Tim’s room. Tim had access to the whole manor, but he stuck mostly to his room, refusing to talk to anyone.

Especially Dick.

And now, it seemed, his latest tactic was a hunger strike.

“I’ll let you look over the burglary case we’re working on,” Dick offered. “I’ll bring you all the files and your computer if you just…” he gestured to the salad, “eat something.”

That had worked, in the beginning. Dick could coax good behavior out of Tim by offering to let Tim help with whatever case Dick was facing. It took a load off of Dick’s back and gave Tim something to focus on.

Of course, Dick couldn’t leave Tim’s computer with him. The first time Dick did that, Tim managed to break all of the firewalls and safeties put on it to start a case file about Bruce. Dick had to delete everything and only allow Tim monitored access from that point on.

After that, Tim really didn’t like Dick.

“Can’t you just go back to ignoring me?” Tim snapped. He sounded… resigned. Emotionless in a way he hadn’t been, like all the fight he’d been putting up for weeks was finally going out.

“Ignoring you?” Dick frowned. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut at the words. He kept a wide berth from Tim, wary of more punches being thrown, and decided to sit at Tim’s desk chair, a good few feet from where Tim was on his bed. “What makes you think I’m ignoring you?”

Tim scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You only talk to me to ask if I’ve dropped the Bruce thing yet, or to try to force self-care on me. The rest of the time you ignore me so you don’t have to face your own guilt.”

Dick violently shook his head. “That’s not-” he sighed, running a hand over his face- “I’m just busy, I promise. Between being Batman, managing Bruce’s estate, and trying to handle Damian, I just…” his voice trailed off. So many things to balance. He still didn’t know how Bruce managed it all. “I haven’t made enough time for you. I’m sorry.”

He decided to take on the burden of helping Tim. It was his responsibility and Tim was right, Dick was doing a piss poor job of taking care of him.

No wonder he pushed away Dick’s attempts to reconcile. It must’ve come across as half-assed, in Tim’s eyes.

Dick wished Bruce was here. He would’ve known the right way to handle this.

“Don’t start now,” Tim said icily. He picked up a book from his nightstand and opened it, pointedly not looking at Dick anymore. “Just leave me alone.”

“Will you eat first?” Dick asked. “If you just eat, I’ll go. I promise.”

With a loud sigh, Tim snapped his book shut. He picked up the salad Dick brought and shoveled down mouthfuls, all while glaring at Dick. Once the bowl was empty he set it back down and spread his hands, waiting.

Dick didn’t leave.

He wasn’t going to abandon Tim.

Dick stood up and Tim relaxed for just a moment before he realized Dick was walking toward Tim’s bed instead of the door. Slowly, like he was approaching a wild animal, Dick crept forward. He chose to sit on the foot of the bed, still far enough away from Tim to give him personal space.

“Tim-”

“Out. Now. You promised.”

Dick ran his fingers through his hair. “I know, but-”

“What do you want from me?” Tim almost yelled the words. “Do you want me to just say I don’t believe Bruce is alive? Will you finally leave me alone, then?”

“Can you say it under a truth serum?”

Tim went quiet, grinding his jaw.

“I want you to get better,” Dick sighed.

“What happens when I get better, then?” Tim challenged. He moved to sit cross-legged on the bed. So close to Dick that Dick could reach out and touch him, but emotionally, they were miles apart and it hurt Dick’s chest. “You ‘fix me’-” he put finger quotes around the words- “to your liking, then set me free?”

“Don’t talk about yourself like you’re an animal.” Dick frowned, fist clenching at the idea Tim thought of himself that way.

Tim just stared at him. “Then don’t treat me like one.” He raised a hand and tapped the collar.

It looked like it had new scratch marks on it.

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Dick said. He tried to find the words. It was so hard to explain it when Tim wasn’t listening to him. He wasn’t even given a chance. Dick tried to reach out. For once, Tim didn’t pull away. He was completely rigid under Dick’s touch, though. His hand rested on Tim’s arm, thumb stroking back and forth. “You know I’m doing this because… because I’m worried about you. And I care, Tim.”

“No you don’t,” Tim leaned away from Dick, but didn’t pull his arm free. “Whatever version of me exists in your head-”

“Tim-”

“-isn’t real,” Tim ignored him and kept going. “You won’t even listen to my theory-”

“Tim!” Dick tightened his grip, ignoring the small wince of pain that came out of Tim. “I’m not entertaining that kind of talk.” He tried to be firm but loving with his tone. But even Dick could hear the anger and frustration that was bleeding off of him. “This is practically self harm.”

“I know I’m right,” Tim mumbled. He wouldn’t look at Dick. “Will you just leave, now?”

Against his better judgment, Dick stood up. He had to patrol soon. “I’m sorry. We’ll talk after-”

“I’m going to sleep,” Tim snapped. “No, we won’t.”

Dick tried to throw his hands up in frustration, but he was still holding onto Tim’s arm.

He didn’t want to let go.

He knew Tim was waiting for him to let go, but Dick couldn’t force his fingers to release. He just stared for a moment, breathing hard.

Dick was doing this out of love.

And now, he loved Tim too much to want to let go of him.

Did he have to patrol tonight? He was pretty sure the Birds of Prey were in Gotham.

“Dick,” Tim said carefully, starting to scoot away from him. The apprehension in his voice was unsteady, eyes narrowed. He was always too on edge. “I’m tired. Just go on patrol.”

Instead of letting go, Dick lifted his other hand and held Tim’s face. Tim flinched but stopped inching away. He was completely still, barely even breathing.

He looked afraid of Dick.

Dick’s chest clenched. He wished he could get Tim to understand. Dick leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Tim’s forehead.

He wanted to kiss somewhere else, somewhere a few inches lower and just as unobtainable. That was a feeling Dick buried deep, deep inside of him.

It wasn’t why he was doing this.

A hand pressed against Dick’s chest. Trying to push Dick away, but for just a moment, the pressure and warmth almost made Dick shudder. Tim hadn’t properly trained in a while.

He wasn’t actually strong enough to push Dick off of him. If Dick wanted to, Tim couldn’t have stopped him.

But their relationship was already fractured. It would take a long time of repairing and letting Tim heal before Dick could even try pursuing those feelings.

Tim had once had a childhood crush on Dick, though. So he was pretty sure they could work their way up to it, be something more.

Dick pulled away. He let go of Tim’s arm and allowed himself one stroke of Tim’s hair. It was getting a little long, brushing against Tim’s shoulders.

The entire time, Tim remained perfectly still. But his eyes got wider and wider, the way they always did when he had just figured out a case.

Dick was getting too close. He needed to pull back.

“You still have the spare comm link?” Dick asked.

Tim didn’t answer. He just kept staring with those wide, searching eyes. He looked a little pale. Dick should get him some iron supplements, Tim becoming anemic is the last thing Dick wanted.

“Use it if you need me for anything,” Dick continued. He gave Tim what he hoped was a calming smile. “Get some sleep, Tim. I love you.”

He turned and walked out of Tim’s room. Slowed to crawl at a snail’s pace, hoping for an answer from Tim. He would take any kind of answer.

But Tim kept silent, even as Dick took his time intentionally, slowly closing the door. Dick just sighed, turning down the hall to head down to the Batcave.

Someday, he’d get through to Tim. Dick would find a way.

Someday soon.

[undeadcannibal]

How about ghost and König with an mentally I’ll S/O? I thought maybe like bpd?

Maybe the s/o splitting on them or them going into depression / manic phase.

Have a hard time coping right know and reading about my comfort character chills me a bit😅

Summary: How Ghost and König would help their S/O who struggles with their mental health.

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Ghost, and König.

Warnings: Mention of mental health struggles, none.

A/N: I’m sorry to hear you’re having a rough time, Anon. Your girl is struggling hard too, but we’ll feel better soon! The approach I took for this was more focused on depression and manic phase(s) given those are what I’m more familiar with. I was tempted to try to include the splitting as well, but didn’t want to approach it and do a terrible/offensive job of it. I hope you don’t mind! Also, thank you for the request! It is much appreciated.   ( Gif credit: xxx )

Ghost―

Before the two of you had even agreed on becoming a couple, you’d had a long conversation about your mental health. Explaining everything you dealt with and how it could sometimes make life very difficult for you.

Thankfully, he explained that he understood more than he let on. Simply explaining that he, too, often struggled with his own mental health as well.

Over time, he’d be able to recognize the signs of when your slipping a bit. Noting if you ever stay in bed longer, skip showers, or find it difficult to do other simple tasks.

At that point, he’s unsure of what would work best for you but decides to try rather than leave you to suffer through it alone.

He’d do his best try and urge you out of bed with simple tasks that feel manageable: asks if you’d at least like to get up and change, maybe brush your teeth, comb out your hair  - if you’ve any - so it doesn’t tangle and knot.

Will absolutely take care of the cooking and chores so you don’t have to worry about it. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest. If anything, it helps ease his own mind a bit to take care of mindless tasks for the both of you.

Even if it’s not to your taste, he’ll offer to brew you a hot cup of tea anyway because he swears it helps him even during the roughest of times. If tea isn’t to your liking, he’s up and running to the nearest corner store to grab you your favorite drink and a little treat.

If the mania hits, he’s a little more unsure of how to approach things but will get it over time with help. Honestly, he’d just try and roll with the punches the best he can whilst also being your support system when you need it.

Definitely a good voice of reason. If you’re anything like me and tend to constantly want to do this and that when that burst of energy hits, he’ll try and ground you a bit. Asks you what you’d prefer to do first and also does his best to discuss the things you can’t do for whatever reason.

Sure, he’ll have moments where his own stress gets to him, but he’d never take it out on you. Especially when he knows you’re dealing with mental health problems more so than usual. He’ll calmly explain that he just needs a moment to deal with himself before returning, feeling better and ready to help however you’d like him to.

Moments like those are where his touch revulsion tendencies are practically non-existent since he’s so focused on trying to make you feel better. If you want to cuddle, he’s asking which spoon you’d prefer to be. If you’d rather just be within his presence, he’s happy to stay by you and find something to read or watch together. Anything if it means helping you feel better.

König―

Despite him dealing with anxiety and such, I can see him being very hesitant and unsure of what to do at first. You’d have to talk him through everything and explain the best ways to help you during your worst moments.

Be patient with this man. I personally like to roll with the Colonel status for him -- so he’d be a bit on the older side. Possibly a little behind on the times of how to help others in the best way possible.

However, once he gets the hang of things, he’s the best support system you could ever ask for.

When those rough times roll around, he’s already going through a mental checklist of things you’ve mentioned might help make things better. When those don’t work, he begins to try some of his own tactics to help.

Isn’t the best cook, but does try his best. If even that isn’t enough, he’s jumping to order and pick up whatever you’d like. Regardless of what or where it is.

Also loves to try and ground you a bit during rough episodes, he goes through a whole routine with you sometimes. May or may not have researched them online.

Much like Ghost, König will not hesitate to help ground you with physical touch and affection. The man gives the best bear hugs and will gladly squeeze you as tight as you’d like. Also loves to snuggle and just have you in his lap to try and make you feel better.

For those more manic periods, he’s right there with you until - if ever - he senses things getting out of hand. Still does his best to do right by you though. The last thing he wants is for him to try an approach that would make things worse for you.

Really just wants to be there for you however he can, no matter the cost.

Say the word and he’s doing whatever you want or need without question, and within reason.

[kkskdeaddove]

KakaSaku Dead Dove Week Wrap-Up!

We had 16 stunning and deliciously dark written submissions for the inaugural KakaSaku Dead Dove week and 2 breathtaking, mind-altering art submissions.

Please read the tags before checking out the full works. If something is going to make you uncomfortable, don't read it. You are responsible for curating your own fanfiction experience!

Thank you to everyone who participated, encouraged, commented, read, kudosed, and cheered on our amazing creators! Looking forward to future kksk dd events 🖤

Without further ado, here is the wrap-up!

appreciation by Anonymous 

The one where the Land of Waves arc goes badly, but Momochi Zabuza's soft-spot for child-tools doesn't stop him from doing what has to be done.

The Hatake Heir by BelleDayNight

As the sole heir of the Hatake clan, Kakashi has known since he was five years old that he would marry the daughter of the Harunos. Sakura on the other hand is blissfully unaware that the man that will one day be her sensei is in fact her betrothed. There's a reason no man asks Sakura out on a date-- her husband has been quietly scaring them off for years...

Not a Love Like Mine, a Ruin by stargliders

Their captor hummed in contemplation. "This is my show, and whatever I say goes. I think I’ll start by shutting that smart mouth of yours for good." Kakashi closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath. "Take me instead." "But you…you can’t," Sakura said. The words she desperately wanted to tell him refused to come out. (I love you. Please, don’t die.)

take me down (won't you take me down) by xylazine

In a moment of reckless bravery, Sakura volunteers to be taken by none other than the demon of Konoha. Little does she realize how much she's in for.

Please, Please, Please (Let Me Get What I Want) by twofortea

Kakashi-sensei looked so different when he was sleeping.

Consequences by gremlint

Kakashi fucked around, and now he's going to find out. Or: the consequences of neglecting a brat's aftercare.

Hold On Tight by Typhlobasia

Konoha’s Official Exam for Head Interrogators, part two: required practical section, Combined Test of Shinobi Mental Perseverance. This is something Sakura knows she wants to pass for her team; she can persevere, can earn her title, do her part protecting the village, make Lady Tsunade proud for all the efforts she invested into her student over the years… But, seeing her moon-lit reflection in the hitai-ate on Kakashi’s forehead, her friend and former sensei towering over her as she is strapped into the interrogation chair, Sakura’s old fears slither their way back in. “So, Sakura…” Her eyes snap to his, hopeful. Pleading. Kakashi takes a small step forward on the stone floor, the sound of it sharp and echoing in the dim room, “shall we begin?”

Wolf in Scarecrow's Clothing by Fusionblitz28

In which Yamanaka Ino doesn't protect Sakura from bullies and becomes her first friend. Nor does Sakura obsessively crush over Uchiha Sasuke. Rather, her ANBU in shining armor and crush are one in the same person. Eventually the polish fades to reveal something rather unlike its original condition. Maybe it's always been that way and Sakura was too naive to see it sooner. OR; Sakura falls in love at five years old. With none other than one Hatake Kakashi. Kakashi exploits that.

La Petite Mort by rosebrided

“I love you, Sakura,” he whispers like she can hear him even now, the words coming out in a wisp of a breath. And then he adds, “Forgive me.” - In which Sakura is gone from this life, and Kakashi struggles to cope after discovering her body.

That Shattered Soul by twofortea

The bright green of her eyes had dulled, her expression made vacant. She was like a broken doll, a preview of what Sasori planned to turn her into.

cat nap by xylazine 

Curled around his pink kitten, Kakashi the cat slips into a rather person like dream.

breathe me by twofortea 

Every time the nightmares started up again, he found someone new to bury himself in. He lost himself in another person, another nameless face, another warm body—buried the nightmares in warmth, life, lust.

On The Brink by gremlint

Kakashi and Sakura have the unfortunate luck to be captured by some rather imaginative enemies. What they experience will change their relationship forever.

Dancing With a Ghost by stargliders

There was nothing else they could do. The talk therapy had failed. So had both rounds of electroshock. (The lightning Kakashi wielded all these years—had it made him immune? Even as Sakura watched his toes and fingers rattle against the table?) But a doctor in Kirigakure, Shizune explained, had recently invented a procedure that settled the overactive zones in the frontal lobes of the brain. Maybe, just maybe, he could be happy again.

Living-Dead by Komorebi_3

Obito Uchiha decides to send a clone to the 5 Kage summit and observe Naruto and Kakashi in the shadows after revealing information about Itachi and Sasuke. He finds himself a bit bored with the turn of events until a certain pink-haired Kunoichi strolls in confessing her love to Naruto. Everything about her reminds him of Rin and his already fragile state of mind just spirals out of control from there. Or, Obito becomes partially delusional and kidnaps Sakura for his own sick pleasure, but of course Kakashi Hatake can't let that happen so he volunteers to be taken instead.

No Good Deed by Heartensoul

Kakashi had given Sasuke so many chances to make it right—to do right by Sakura. Now, he was going to take matters into his own hands.

compulsion by xylazine

Kakashi has driven her mad with need for years until Sakura finally snaps and takes matters into her own hands.

Clone bang art by @spnfox

Captured by enemies art by @spnfox

Thank you all again! See you next time 😈😈😈

[hawkogurl]

Just took my meds so sorry if this is incomprehensible and or I repeat myself but I will never not want to put my head through a wall when people treat Harry not developing a goblin personality in the raimi trilogy like a plot hole because it’s just so obviously not. I know a lot of the third movie doesn’t make sense but please don’t throw the baby out with the bath water. As always will elaborate if I explain poorly cause I love talking.

From a narrative angle, performance enhancers do not by default make you evil or give you a goblin persona. They intensify who you already are as a person.

From the very scene they’re introduced, it is stated the performance enhancers did not affect every single animal they were tested on with the stated “violence, aggression, and insanity.” It was stated to be a single test. In real life, that could be an outlier, a fluke, or these symptoms could be random chance. That’s not how things generally work in storytelling.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, every single scene where the goblin does something evil and horrifying is foreshadowed and established with a scene where something related happens to Norman. Norman is about to lose his contract to Quest Aerospace, the goblin bombs Quest Aerospace. Norman is ousted by the board of directors and the announcement of this will occur after the world unity day festival (whatever the fuck that was even I can’t explain that), the goblin murders the board during the festival. He very noticeably ogles MJ during the Thanksgiving scene, who is, I feel compelled to point out, 17-18 in this scene while Norman is in his 50’s, and the goblin later threatens to rape her. And one of the most very obviously stated examples, Harry unintentionally tells Norman what Peter’s emotional weak point would be and he kidnaps MJ to use as a hostage to bait him. There is a constant and explicit link between the actions of the Goblin and the actions of Norman. Norman also folds incredibly easily to the Goblin, never really meaningfully resisting it. Hell, the scene where he finds out about the goblin he doesn’t even oppose him, he just remains in an area of neutrality. The very next scene where he interacts with the goblin, he is a willing and unresisting participant and enabler of the goblin’s actions, which he continues to be until he dies. He never resists.

The goblin was never an evil split personality that forced Norman to be evil. The difference between Norman and Harry that I believe caused the goblin is that Norman refused to be honest with himself in regards to what he wanted to do, that the actions of the goblin were things Norman would have done if he had the ability to do so without consequences for his actions. Power does not corrupt, it reveals, and Norman had the power to do horrible things without the things that would normally prevent him from doing so.

The goblin is a way for him to avoid accepting responsibility for his actions. It allowed him to redirect his bad behavior onto an external source. He was not forced to do anything. He was just a greedy and corrupt man who didn’t want the consequences of being greedy and corrupt on his own. That is the point of the parallels between him and Peter, give a man a mask and see who he is, Norman was given a mask and he took his chance to be cruel because it wouldn’t reflect on himself behind it and Peter was given a mask and chose to help people despite the fact nobody would know and give him credit for it.

Now back to Harry. Harry has no reason to manifest something that allows him to deny responsibility for his actions. Harry is, though dishonest with himself in regards to his emotions and frequently in denial about his fathers guilt because it would require him to address that the perfected version of his father that he bordered on worshipping was not real and something he crafted to cope with the fact Norman was neglectful and sometimes abusive towards him, developed because Harry didn’t want to believe and have to reconcile that. But Harry is consistently completely honest about what he wants to do. He wants to kill Spider-Man. He does not need to sugar coat that fact to himself, to make it less violent or to act like it’s not him who wants that because Harry is sure that’s the right thing to do. He has no reason to sugarcoat that to himself.

As a result, the performance enhancers do not make Harry suddenly want to mass murder or do terrorism, because Harry has no reason to want to do that. Harry’s motivations are very open and shut from this angle. He wants to kill Spider-Man, because he killed his father. He has no reason to do things like that because they won’t bring him closer to that goal. He has no reason to want unrelated people dead. I think it can very easily be argued that the serum lowered his inhibitions in what he was willing to do, going from letting Peter go to fight Doc and making an admittedly flimsy defense of Peter to his hallucinations of his father and walking away from him at MJ’s musical with only a few words prior to, after the serum, being willing to not only attack Peter directly but also being a bit more willing to drag other people in when he deems it necessary. But even when he threatened MJ, which was obviously bad and I hope we all know that, he does not threaten her life because he has no reason to want to hurt her. And I’m not saying he does that because he still loves her romantically and the whole scheme was earnest because I don’t think that’s true and if it was he would have actually forced her to be with him, ignoring how dubious his romantic feelings for her even existing to begin with are, but what I am saying is that Harry is pretty consistent with who he directs violence towards prior to his change of heart. He does not threaten MJ with violence towards her because he has no reason to want to hurt her. He has reason to want to hurt Peter. His desires in that regard are consistent.

Additionally, if the performance enhancers did just make people violent and crazy by default, Harry would have continued to have violent desires when he lost his memory. He didn’t. Because the moment his reason to be violent were gone in his own mind, his own mind lost its reason to behave violently. The same thing applies to after he had his change of heart. Once he actually accepted his father was at fault and responsible for his own actions, he no longer had any desire to hurt Peter or really anyone because the desire was no longer there.

The performance enhancers are not intended as something that changes you or suddenly makes you evil and the goblin isn’t DID and I will always maintain that idea as being ableist. To pin everything Norman did on the goblin is to allow him to do what his very goal was from the get go: to be able to use it as something to pin his behavior on that would allow him to walk away consequence free. To deny his responsibility for his actions is just this really irritating woobification that seems to have happened to almost every evil male character people like because people can’t just accept they like bad people for some reason. And don’t get me started on NWH, a lot of this perception is because of that movie, a movie that completely failed narratively on almost every front and couldn’t even get the basic timeline of the trilogy right, so it’s not outrageous to think that Norman was outrageously out of character in that movie.

And to a degree I can’t even begrudge it. Norman is a very different character in NWH. And I understand very well that it’s probably not fun for someone to see NWH, like the funny angsty old man who’s sort of harmless and silly seeming, and then have to reconcile that he’s a vastly different character and a deeply bad person in the original trilogy. I guess I just sort of wish NWH’s characterization hadn’t come to be treated as the default, correct, or as something that should or even can be retroactively applied to the trilogy. Because it shouldn’t. On many fronts, not just Norman, retroactively applying NWH to the trilogy basically destroys it.

More than willing to have good faith discussions if someone disagrees as long as it’s, well, in good faith. Not gonna begrudge anyone for liking Norman because of that NWH characterization either. I do perceive these movies through a more specific lense.

[self-insert-hell]

Thoughts of an aroace shipper and selfshipper:

[Putting this here on this blog as it mentions self shipping.]

As someone who’s aroace but also comfortable with attraction when it comes to fiction, I honestly feel confused about the whole shipping discourse when it comes to any aroace character that’s on the spectrum. Because, personally, as an aroace, I don’t mind people shipping aroace characters for fun, as long as they’re respectful of their canon identity. Plus, when it comes to fan creations and such, it’s not canon in the first place. At the same time, I understand the frustration with people who don’t want aroace characters to be shipped and feel like it’s erasing aroace spectrum rep. When it comes to the whole “erasing rep” part, it gets muddy and complicated when you’re referring to the whole spectrum.

Although, I do have one thing I’d like to discuss about the whole representation part. When it comes to fandom, people ignore all types of identities and ship what they want. Again, I’m only cool with it as long as the individual isn’t acting like it’s canon canon. That and it’s up to the creator and what they feel comfortable with. If they don’t want their character to be shipped, cool. If they don’t mind their character being shipped, cool.

Then things get a bit more nuanced and somewhat “confusing.” At the same time, shipping characters can help someone figure their own identity. I would’ve never understand that I experience queerplatonic attraction if it weren’t for shipping. I often (unintentionally) put myself in stereotypical black and white boxes. I mean, I thought I wasn’t aroace because of the one and only time I did feel attraction. Later on, I realized my aroace identity is very complicated but I know for a fact that I’m pretty “far down” the end of the spectrum.

Also, specifically, when it comes to OC x canon ships and self inserts of the sort…personally, do whatever you want. It’s for you right? And you just want to have fun. I repeat, as long as you aren’t acting like your ships are canon and recognize the character’s actual identity, I personally think it’s fine.

While these may be my personal beliefs, I also understand the lack of representation. But again, I feel like most aroace representation is lacking no matter what part of the spectrum you’re on. That and while people are going to do what they want anyways on the internet, at the same time, people also need to be respectful of other people’s characters that they don’t own.

Then you have people who can be aroace and fictsexual. Again, if the creator of a character is comfortable with their character being shipped and the person who’s shipping that character acknowledges the character’s canon identity, I think it’s fine for fictiosexuals to do what they want.

Again, this is my personal opinion and I obviously don’t speak for everyone on the aroace spectrum. I just wanted to talk about this and explore this topic.

Anyways, this isn’t as important but I’ll put my further two cents here.

Take me for example. I selfship with Alastor in 2 ways. When it comes to my OC, canonically my OC is aroace as well, and in a QPR. But I also put Alastor in the romantic category. Why? Because I also enjoy writing my oc in romantic situations and I’m lowkey poking fun at myself. It’s for me and it’s purely because I find it fun and well, funny at the same time. Also, I put a tag for it if anyone doesn’t want to deal with seeing that stuff.

Further more, despite my own confusion when it comes to identifying any emotion I feel (I’m sure neurodivergency has a role in that), I also like exploring a range of emotions in what I create because it’s all fictional. It’s not real.

Furthermore, after finding out about what a QPR is, I finally had the words to correctly convey and label my self ships into.

Overall, it also can be cathartic. What if someone is cupioromantic and one way they cope is with shipping/selfshipping? Besides the self shipping, fans like to project parts of themselves onto characters. (I repeat, the ones who are just having fun but also are respectful) I’ve also seen non-aroace people wanting to explore how to write aroace identities as well. As long as they do the research and are respectful, go ahead! If you’re writing an aroace character for the first time, you’re not going to be perfect and that’s okay. Now, obviously, I’m not saying it’s okay to write harmful stereotypes of aroace people.

Shipping can be useful in exposing new identities that some people may not know have/have enough knowledge on. It can also broaden one’s perspective as some people may not understand that being aroace is a spectrum, can fluctuate, and isn’t all black and white.

But yeah. I’d like to hear your thoughts on the matter.

This ain’t for you proshippers.

[emmalostinwonderland]

💜 “Will they revoke my queer card if I don’t get oat milk in my lattes?”

FirstPrince please!

I was so hoping someone would pick this prompt lol. Thank you, Steph! For you, here's a bit of established-relationship cuteness featuring autistic Henry. Up to you if it's canon or not, it really could go either way imho. It also ran a bit longer than expected (which I should've seen coming - of course your prompt request would come with your short-fic-runs-long deal lol), so half is under the cut.

“I’ll have an Earl Grey, please.” “Okay, just the tea or did you want to try our lavender oat milk London Fog?” Alex looks up from his phone to find Henry staring in mildly-stunned confusion at the pink-haired barista behind the counter at whatever local shop they wandered into today. It’s loud in there – enough that it’s even grating on his own ears a bit – and it’s a brand new spot for them. He gives his boyfriend a moment to cope with the change himself, but Henry’s mouth opens and closes twice without any sound coming out, so he pipes up to rescue him. “He’s a black tea kinda guy, but thanks.” Henry bumps shoulders with him in a silent ‘thank you’, but the barista just shrugs, scribbles on the side of a cup with a sharpie, and sets it aside. “For you?”

“Medium latte with cinnamon. Actual cinnamon, not syrup.” “Iced?” Alex shakes his head. “Hot. And yes, I know it’s summer.” “Did you want that with oat milk?” They don’t even look up from the cup they’re writing on. “Sorry, did I miss a memo?” Alex laughs, mostly to show he’s just being a little snarky and not a complete asshole, but Henry gives him a look.  “Excuse me?” “You’re upselling on oat milk like. A lot. To the couple in front of us, to my boyfriend, now to me… Do you have 2%? Or will they revoke my queer card for not getting oat milk in my lattes?” “Alex,” Henry hisses at him.  The barista isn’t remotely fazed though. They just look exhausted. “My manager ordered double what we usually get, and I was told to push it. You can have whatever you want, man, I just work here.” “...I see. I’d like it regular please.” “No problem.” They ring up the drinks, and Alex pays, stuffing a 20 in the tip jar to make up for his attitude.  Henry pulls him into a hug while they wait at the other end of the counter, and Alex melts into it. They aren’t normally super touchy-feely in public spaces, but Henry has always had a sort of sixth sense for Alex’s mood shifts. He blames the autism, but Alex secretly thinks it’s proof that they were each designed by some higher power with the other in mind. “Are your batteries getting low, love?” It’s a little odd hearing the phrase from Henry – that’s usually his line when they’re out and about. He nods after only a moment’s consideration, rubbing his cheek against the wear-soft fabric of Henry’s old Oxford polo team t-shirt. “It’s been a long week. I’m sorry.” “It’s alright. We’ve ducked out of plenty of things early for me; it can be your turn this time. Let’s skip the movie and go home.” "You sure?" “Definitely. We can even watch Empire if that would help.” “I seriously fucking love you.” Alex smiles for the first time since they walked into the coffee shop when he feels Henry kiss his temple. “I love you too.”

More Ficlet Friday Prompts

[emp-t-man]

i feel like this is,, WAY too short to be my first post on ao3 but it’s short enough for people to decide if they’d want me to post on there at all or not so hear me out—

this is a little rough draft based on an idea i had of minkowski transmitting lil messages to eiffel after the events of episode 28 to cope with,, all the stuff while he’s missing, since she found out he’s been transmitting his own logs to deep space and she just wants to try any way of getting to him, lmk if it sucks or not—

. . .Before you say anything. . . I know how touchy you get about other people messing with your equipment. I’m sorry. I just. . . needed someone to talk to about. . . all of the other people I have to talk to.

. . . Does that make sense?

. . . I don’t know why I’m asking, it’s not like you can give me an answer. Even so. . . I hope you hear this. I hope you’re in a place where you. . . could hear this. If it ever finds you. I don’t exactly know which direction of deep space this is going, but. . . I really hope it finds you.

I’m sorry about teasing you for that, by the way. Transmitting your logs. I guess it’d be a lot easier to feel ridiculous not knowing if the countless hours of you talking to yourself actually ended up somewhere or not. At least this way you know it’ll be heard. Eventually.

. . . Things are a lot different around here without you. It’s funny. I used to joke about how much I’d like the quiet when you weren’t around, anymore. Turns out it. . . isn’t as luxurious as I’d imagined. When you aren’t here to break the silence, it gets. . . heavy. Tense. I guess that’s why you never shut up. Maybe I should be thanking you for that.

. . . I don’t wanna get too. . . sappy, or whatever, in case this actually does manage to reach you. I just. . . hope you’re doing okay. That’s all. We. . . I would really like to have you back. And we’re doing everything we can to make sure that happens.

I’m gonna stop transmitting, now, okay? But. . . maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow, if things keep going the way they are. We’ll see. Until then. . . just try to hang on. We’ll see you soon.

. . . Goodnight, Eiffel.

[quietlyimplode]

here again now

Warnings: violence/aftermath of torture/recovery

Word Count: 6.9k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha is captured, tortured and left with insomnia. (Part 4/4)

(pls note that the fic starts below and finishes on ao3 - i know how annoying it is to start on one platform only to have it finish on another)

A/N: another long chapter but also the end - Natasha finds old coping mechanisms, the boys are sweet (and idiots) and the reminder that there’s always some hope.

This ends black widow fest - for those that joined in and played the ask game thank you; it’s always fun. I’ll do one more round as a bonus round as some asks came through afterwards.

Not re-read my mistakes are my own <3

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London is colder than Natasha remembers.

She wakes up violently, her body reacting with panic and anger.

Breathing heavily, she has no context for how long they’ve kept her asleep for this time.

Blood pools in her mouth as she bites her cheek hard.

She tries to get her breathing under control.

The chill in the room, makes her shiver and she wonders if it’s a side effect of the drugs.

She feels angry with herself.

Drugs is something she’s never relied on, but now it seems it’s all she’s got.

Since killing Sofya, they’ve sedated her two more times with her permission, and she’s starting to think that it’s the only way she’ll ever get rest.

Sometimes, she thinks, they should just keep her sedated.

Tony walks in, and she frowns.

He’s shaved his head.

Clint follows and his is shaved too.

“How long was I gone for?”

She stares at them confused and her hand comes up to her own shaved head.

It’s grown over the last two weeks.

Still stubbly, it itches like crazy.

“What have you done?”

Clint is first to saunter over, and lays next to her on the bed.

Tentatively, she reaches over and he takes her hand to rub his head.

So self conscious of her own hair, she can’t believe that they would both do the same.

Tony holds out his phone and sits on the lounge chair nearby.

“Bruce and Steve too.”

The picture of the two boys together with shaved heads makes her emotional. Their smiles and the way their hugging each other makes her swallow down emotion.

She knows she could blame the drugs, but if she’s honest with herself, the fact that they’ve done this for her, makes her feel.

Natasha doesn’t know what to do with the feelings. It feels like they stir around inside and threaten to break free.

Clint puts his hand over hers and encourages her to keep going with touching his head.

She lets the tears fall silently but it’s good tears.

Anger follows in how weak she is being.

This is not a big deal.

She’s survived so much worse.

“How long have I been asleep for?” she asks shakily.

Clint purses his lips.

“Just over 18 hours.”

She nods, her body tired and stiff.

She feels as though there’s mud in her brain and she’s wading through it to for cognitive thought.

“How are you feeling?” Tony ask awkwardly.

“Are Bruce and Steve coming here?”

Tony nods, understanding not to push the feeling question.

“I’ve sent them the jet. They’d like to see you.”

Natasha feels herself prickle.

“Breakfast?” Clint offers.

Getting up slowly, she completes her morning routine, showering, going to the gym, eating with Clint and Tony.

She can’t stop staring at their hair, or lack there of.

Clint notices and smiles, sipping his coffee the. Offering her the same.

“They’ll be here this afternoon,” Tony announces, looking at his phone.

“Steve has some things he wanted to discuss with you, Nat. Something about a gun runner?”

It’s felt so long since she worked.

So long since she did something that mattered.

Steve coming felt like she had a purpose, that this; whatever this was, could just be a short chapter of self pity and wallowing, and that it could be easily forgotten.

It brings strings of hope and she nods to Tony.

“Send me whatever information you have,” she offers, “I think I’d like to do some work.”

Clint nods and smiles approvingly. It’s better, she supposes, than the nothingness that’s filled their days and the worry that has permeated like oppressive gas.

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She finds Clint in the library.

He shuts his laptop as she enters and he looks up to her and smiles.

“What were you looking at?” she asks curiously.

“Nothing really.”

She plonks herself down on the large couch and yawns.

For most of the day she can push through the day, but it’s the night that scares her.

She used to love the open hours over the evening, where the world seemed quieter and everyone had gone to sleep. It was like the world was her own.

Now, it felt tainted by something she knew she had to do but couldn’t attain.

“I wanted to ask you something,” she asks.

He looks at her curiously, allowing her to continue.

In that moment, Steve and Bruce come through the door.

Her smile is genuine.

She hugs both of them and invites them to sit down.

Clint looks at the two men, and sends a message to Tony to let him know they’ve arrived.

It’s like old times.

Even though Thor isn’t there, Clint feels like it’s the ending to a big mission.

Pizza and drinks and snacks line the tables in the library. They tell jokes and laugh and no one touches on the elephant in the room.

Clint wonders what Natasha wanted to ask.

At 2am, Steve yawns and Bruce follows suit, and they tell of their long day.

Natasha looks sad as they leave but Clint doesn’t think it’s because they’re going.

She knows what should happen next, but he doubts she’s there yet.

Tony leaves next, a smile and small wave as he saunters off.

Left alone, Clint looks over and pulls Natasha into a hug.

“What do you want to do?”

He feels her shrug against him.

“Do you want to try and fall asleep without anything?”

Natasha shrugs again.

It feels like such a sensitive subject. He doesn’t want to have to always ask and he’s sure she doesn’t want to have to explicitly say.

“I don’t think it will work.”

Clint nods.

“Go shower, I’ll get the room set up.”

Natasha sighs heavily, offers him her hand and helps him up too.

He looks so tired.

It’s her fault.

She should be over this, done and recovered.

Her body is fine, but mentally, she can’t sleep.

It takes all of her energy to get through the day and then, even when she is tired there was no reprieve.

The shower helps to calm her body and when they arrive in the room she finds it warm and new bed sheets covering it.

“We just have to try,” he comments, as she closes the door.

“If it works for a short time, we can build on that.”

“And if it doesn’t work at all?”

He shrugs, “well I guess that tells us something too.”

Natasha climbs into bed, trying not to feel the apprehension and fear that invades her mind.

Even with the threat gone, she feels it was too easy, that they’ll take him, kill him, just like she did to Sofya’s husband.

“Don’t leave,” she murmurs.

“I won’t,” he replies.

“How can I help?”

Natasha doesn’t know.

Her idea, was not this.

Her idea maybe would have put him offside, so maybe he was right. To try this and see if it had any merit.

“Read to me.”

Clint smiles and climbs in next to her.

“I’ve been reading Percy Jackson, will that do?”

Natasha settles in, peeking at the clock. It’s just after 4am.

“Sounds good,” she whispers, listening to his heart beat.

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Continued …

[lilyspider]

Who is Afraid of Whom?

Subtitle: Korekiyo is an unreliable narrator Read as: Please for the love of god stop taking everything Korekiyo says at face value and be willing to look at the Shinguuji's dynamic with a bit more complexity instead of blaming Miyadera for everything. I've teased this for a bit but I've been working on a very long meta write up of a reading of these two following the canon text as much as possible while providing my own insights. This is Part 1 of X (I'll update this when I finish this series and add links as I continue.) Content warnings for discussions of abuse and incest.

To begin, I understand that this is a controversial topic. If you believe Korekiyo to be the victim of years of abuse, whatever I write here will probably come off as heartless apologism for the “worst Danganronpa character.” I hope that if this analysis at any point causes you genuine emotional distress or discomfort that you just close it. If you choose to continue reading it, then I hope you can give me the benefit of the doubt for where I’m coming from and save any judgment for the end. 

For the sake of simplicity, I am going to be referring to Korekiyo’s sister by the fan name Miyadera. I unfortunately do not know which individual deserves the credit for this name as it was coined back before the localization, but I do know it is an alternate reading of the characters in Shinguji, 真宮寺. 宮 is Miya and 寺 is tera. 

宮 could be literally translated to palace or shrine, but is usually only reserved for Shinto shrines. 寺 is used only for Buddhist temples. I have a post explaining more about this [here].

I’d like to start by debunking what seems to be a rumor/misreading of the text that has become canon to many people. Many fans I’ve seen believe Korekiyo is the only victim in the dynamic or that he is afraid of his sister. What is provided for evidence is usually how nervous Korekiyo seems during the trial once he’s on the ropes and the tulpa manifests. 

On that note, I want to clarify that I will be referring to the Miyadera that speaks through Korekiyo as a tulpa. I have seen some interpretations that treat their situation as more like a dissociative disorder, but I will not be touching on that or give that reading any credibility as I find it to be a bit disrespectful. The killer/villain with dissociative identity disorder is also a bit of an overplayed trope.

If you’re not familiar with what a tulpa is, I’ll provide a very simplified definition here. If anything I say seems to be unclear, you’re free to do your own research. If I get anything wrong, please don’t hesitate to correct me!

Tulpas have a Buddhist origin and were believed to be a manifestation that guides someone who has not reached nirvana yet. The simplest way to describe them would be as a spiritual guide. 

Other forms of tulpas are not from one specific religion and have a connection to theosophy. 

Theosophy is another very complex concept that I’ll simplify as a belief in a spiritual reality/separate realm that can be reached through meditation, revelations, or other states of heightened awareness and or emotions. These tulpas are believed to be connected to or have come from this other realm.

The final type of tulpa I’d like to discuss is a significantly more modern concept and is connected to groups that refer to themselves as tulpamancers. For people in this group, a tulpa is completely divorced from all spirituality and is treated more psychologically. These manifestations are much more deliberate as these individuals try to create tulpas of one specific person. It is usually done to cope with loneliness or other problems like anxiety. There are also instances of people claiming to have had romantic or sexual interactions with their tulpas. 

I believe the writers took inspiration from all potential manifestations of tulpas when they wrote the Miyadera tulpa. The most modern take and tulpamancers probably had the most influence. Korekiyo does share his experience of when the tulpa of his sister first manifested, but I would like to look into that in detail later. I plan on discussing all information about Korekiyo and Miyadera that’s revealed in FTEs, Salmon Team, and other similar events in the same section. 

Back to Korekiyo’s fear, the insistence that Korekiyo is afraid of Miyadera and even the tulpa of her never seemed to click for me. Chapter 3, especially the trial, are the parts of Danganronpa V3 I am the most familiar with. Korekiyo is most certainly panicking when his plans are unraveled, but none of that fear seemed to be caused by the presence of the tulpa. He is also able to relay his story about Miyadera after the trial with perfect clarity. For people who read Korekiyo as a victim, this probably doesn’t seem like solid proof. His erratic behavior and validating his experience could just be seen as a trauma response. 

In order to refresh my memory, I decided I’d be revisiting the trial and the scenes that follow it. I will not be looking too deeply at the first half of the trial since the tulpa has no presence, and Korekiyo does not reference his sister at all. A lot of this analysis is being done as a reaction to replaying and rewatching content in the game so my takes will be fresh. 

If I need to revisit the first half of the trial for parts later in this analysis, I will do so.

Korekiyo’s calm facade finally breaks once it becomes obvious that admitting he murdered Tenko put him into a corner and also implicated him in Angie’s killing. 

Korekiyo's specific quote when the tulpa cuts in is “I will not fear. I will not back down.” The tulpa is then revealed. I specifically attribute the above quote to Korekiyo and not Miyadera because it’s not spoken in the voice that is used for Miyadera in the rest of the trial. 

I have heard that it is easier to tell the two apart in the original Japanese text because they have different speaking styles, but I’m not familiar enough with Japanese to cite too much from the original text. I don’t want to potentially muddy the waters due to a mistranslation on my part. Thankfully, for the rest of the trial, it’s usually very clear which one of them is speaking. 

The first instance of the Miyadera tulpa appearing is when Korekiyo is under extreme stress, and her main goal is to help bring him down from this intense emotional state. It’s the first thing she does before addressing anyone else in the trial. 

If I was a bit less diligent, I’d stop this section here and say the argument that Korekiyo is afraid of the tulpa is debunked. However, I’d like to be as thorough as possible so we’ll continue on with this topic. 

Miyadera’s words encourage Korekiyo to keep arguing for his innocence in the murder case. The rebuttal that follows is done by Korekiyo alone. 

Miyadera appears once again when Korekiyo’s rebuttal isn’t enough to prove his innocence, and they have definitive proof that he murdered Angie. 

The lines that follow are somewhat controversial, and they are the ones I believe are misinterpreted the most often. Miyadera says: “You mustn’t raise your voice. You mustn’t stutter. You mustn’t lose composure. You mustn't become flustered. You mustn’t waver.” 

For some reason, this is seen as Miyadera scolding Korekiyo and as clear evidence that she abused him in the past. However, in the full context of the scene, it’s pretty obvious that Korekiyo is losing the ability to argue for his innocence without panicking. Miyadera is reassuring him that he doesn’t need to worry about everyone else in the trial, calling them a “sorry lot”. 

Miyadera is saying that as long as Korekiyo remains calm then he should be able to make an argument that will prove he’s not guilty. Her appearance is only for his benefit as he is able to continue speaking more concisely each time after she speaks.

Once he gets back on his feet, Miyadera gives him further encouragement and praises him.

One could argue this is an instance of emotional manipulation (though I’d have to wonder why she would be manipulating him for an outcome that’s in his best interest. We can return to this later), but I believe it does prove that he is not afraid of her. Without her encouragement, the latter half of the trial would have been significantly shorter. I doubt Korekiyo would have been able to argue for his innocence with the panicked state he was in. 

The next scene is another line I see as being wildly misunderstood to the point where I wonder if anyone discussing it has actually seen it in context.

In a lot of fanworks, for some reason, “Come on, apologize” is treated as something Miyadera has said to Korekiyo as another instance of scolding him or pushing him into a corner. Though it’s pretty clear in the context of the scene that Miyadera is angry at Shuichi and tells him to apologize for continuing to accuse Korekiyo. 

During the argument armament, Miyadera continues to encourage Korekiyo during his final pleas for his innocence. Even the final point that Shuichi has to prove wrong is her defending him. 

I will admit that Korekiyo’s reactions to being put on the spot are very intense. Both the English and Japanese VAs did an amazing job selling his distress! I’m just not sure how any of that is attributed to Miyadera’s presence. 

It’s a completely incorrect reading of the trial that’s unfortunately been spread around even further by the wiki and other pages making this exact claim. There are people who don’t play through the entire game themselves or rely on reading fan wikis and write-ups for refreshers if they haven’t played in a while. If it’s been a long time since you’ve played V3, and you end up relying on one of these inaccurate fan descriptions, you might remember Korekiyo’s strong emotional reactions and Miyadera’s regular cut ins. It’s possible that you won’t remember the exact specifics, but since the vibes seem to match that kind of interpretation, you'll leave the fan wiki article convinced that Korekiyo was afraid because of Miyadera’s presence. 

The trials in V3 are very long, and Miyadera doesn’t appear until the two hour mark. If someone was a bit unclear on how their interactions went or forgot the specifics, I wouldn’t blame them. The problems truly arise when it comes down to this complete misinterpretation that only works when these lines are removed from the original context. 

Before we make further progress and get to the post trial conversations, I wanted to address another theory that doesn’t really hold water. 

Some people believe that Korekiyo’s murders were actually committed by the Miyadera tulpa. This seems to be a way for them to absolve Korekiyo of blame and force it all onto his sister. It’s an interpretation pretty common if someone has already decided Korekiyo is exclusively the victim and all wrong-doing is Miyadera’s fault. 

To me, this doesn’t make sense for a few reasons. 

First of all, Danganronpa is a generally straightforward narrative that makes big or shocking reveals very obvious. If this was a case of a separate personality or tulpa being the one forcing Korekiyo to kill women, then it would have been spelled out directly. 

During the trial, Korekiyo does act a bit confused and denies all of the accusations levied against him, but isn’t that common for every culprit in the series? The killer breakdown is something that’s kind of seen as iconic. 

The over the top reactions and reveal of a new set of sprites for a character are a key part of every trial. Again, pretty much every culprit denies their guilt until they’re backed into a corner, so Korekiyo’s situation isn’t unique at all. 

If we put the tulpa back into the full context of the trial and the murders as a whole, we’ve already established Miyadera’s presence is meant to soothe and comfort Korekiyo. She appears whenever a situation is too stressful for him to handle. One might argue that committing the murders would be an intense burden, and that would probably be the case for any character except Korekiyo. 

As early as Chapter 1, Korekiyo makes references to murder and other pretty morbid topics. He comments on how Gonta’s physical strength would make it easy for him to harm someone. In the early parts of Chapter 3, he threatens to rip out Kokichi’s nerves after he mishandles the gold katana. 

I would believe that the Miyadera tulpa played a direct role in the murders if Korekiyo displayed any signs of being uncomfortable around violence or blood. Since he doesn’t and also was very invested in the mechanics of the seesaw trap, I have no reason to believe Miyadera was the true killer. 

I also believe that if she did play a bigger part, then the final image at the end of the closing argument would have shown her face or maybe both Shingujis back to back.

The Miyadera tulpa also tells Korekiyo it’s time for him to admit defeat when there are no further arguments to be made. If she was truly the one responsible, wouldn’t she apologize to Korekiyo for committing murders that led to his downfall? 

Korekiyo is the one who takes responsibility before the voting starts and is completely calm by this point. He directly says the only thing he regrets is not being able to make one hundred friends, which is a reference to how many women he killed. 

While an exact number isn’t given, he does say he was very close. That probably pushes the total number of victims to somewhere between 80 and 90 if killing Angie and Tenko wasn’t enough to reach his goal. 

My analysis of the trial basically concludes here, and I believe I’ve provided enough evidence to prove that Korekiyo doesn’t show any fear towards Miyadera. A majority of arguments meant to prove Miyadera is the abuser and Korekiyo is the victim usually rely on this point. In the next post I will breakdown the post trial conversations and then circle back to Korekiyo's behavior at the beginning of the game. If you've made it this far, thank you so much.