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WAHHHHHH the fact that rhys is out here talking about getting strong from filming ofmd is making me CRAZY because like. he knows. he knows what happens in season 2. because he's doing it. imagine just walking around living your life being able to fucking quote a line from an episode of season 2. because you just said it into a microphone and there were cameras and you were dressed up as your funky little guy. he's literally out here lifting things and rowing and idk getting in sword fights and kissing taika or w/e the fuck and he just knows about it! but can't tell us!!! he just gets to know! because he's the one doing it! imagine!!! imagine doing a scene and then going home and getting in bed like. they're gonna go fucking crazy for that one I know it. they're gonna love that. can you handle the fact that season 2 is actually happening!?!??!?! like rhys just gets to be there!!! he's THE GUY! he's the ofmd man. he's there for like. most of it. he just gets to flounce around and be silly with the rest of the crew and hold his cool sword and put on his fun pirate costumes and make it happen in real time. and just live with that. while we're here hanging on his every word and muscle flex. he gets to say his magic words into the video box and know that that's what's happening in the story and live with the fact that in a handful of months we're gonna see it and go feral over it. WHAT THE FUCK.
#sorry im insane#it truly refuses to sink in. the fact that season 2 is real#and like. happening. currently#i refuse to believe that its a real thing being created as i type this#idk what time it is in aotearoa they could be filming right now for all i know#like samba schutte might BE ROACH right now. and i just have to live with that?#ofmd
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What kind of magic does the Jailer use, and what is her connection to the Key of Aaravos?
I have thought for a while that perhaps the Jailer is neither a primal nor a dark magic user, and that she utilized the Key of Aaravos to serve an important role in his imprisonment. Now, there isn't a lot of overt evidence for my hypothesis here; this is a ramble of pure speculation. I'm going to do my best to present the dialogue and canon-consistent logic to support my thoughts. Here goes:
The prevailing opinion in Xadia is that "human magic" is akin to trickery and sleight of hand. When confronted with Callum's claim of being a primal mage in 5x07, Nyx dismisses his boast reflexively: “I’ve seen ‘human magic.’ Fake ropes, false doors, birds and rabbits stuffed into clothing.” To her, it's common knowledge that humans can't use real primal magic, and her derisive attitude shows she doesn't have much respect for human magic either. As for dark magic, Nyx doesn't even mention it at all; as Lujanne said in 2x01, "we do not call that practice magic. It's an atrocity."
But human magic has one more specialty: creating and solving puzzles. The mechanical devices and riddles guarding the secrets in Kpp'ar's labyrinthine house and the rock-stone puzzle hiding the staircase to Viren's dungeon are story-significant examples of the types of innovations created by human magic. In 1x03, Ezran solves the rock-stone puzzle to reveal the staircase hiding Viren's dungeon. Callum answers the riddle posed by Rex Igneous in 4x08, "having knowledge isn't knowing knowledge…. He has a map!"
So neither a primal mage nor a dark mage would resort to puzzles and riddles, the gimmicks used by magic-less humans. So let's now consider the Jailer.
During the post-season four Discord Q&A, Aaron Ehasz states that the Jailer is a "mastermind of prisons and puzzles."
In episode 5x05, Archmage Akiyu tells the story of how she met the Jailer and introduces her as "a human mage." Akiyu goes on to explain:
"The archdragons had given the Jailer a daunting task, to design a magical prison that could hold a Startouch Elf. She needed my powers to craft the prison itself." (emphasis mine).
It stands to reason that a competent dark mage, with the notoreity to catch the attention of the archdragons, could bring that kind of power into her grasp on her own. So why would the Jailer seek out the powers of primal archmage, unless she couldn't wield that power herself? Furthermore, knowing the prejudice that the archdragons hold against dark magic--all of humanity was driven out of Xadia for refusing to forswear its use--I don't believe the archdragons would ever condone cooperating with a dark mage, even to quell an existential crisis like a demi-god bent on world destruction.
Akiyu tells us one more intriguing thing that the Jailer said:
"'The puzzle is the real prison,' she told me with a proud smile," (again, emphasis mine)
There's another word besides "magic" that we can use to describe the practice of creating and solving puzzles: cryptography; the art and science of creating and breaking codes and ciphers. The terms code and cipher are often used interchangeably, but their meanings are technically different. Basically, a code uses arbitrary substitutions while a cipher uses an algorithm.
Now, if you wish to solve a puzzle, you're going to need all the pieces - and if you wish to solve a cipher or code, you're going to need a key.
More than one use has been hinted at for the Key of Aaravos. We've heard Rayla refer to it several times as a toy and a game piece (1x04, 2x07). In the book two novelization, Callum notices that the Key left marks on the ground that appeared to point toward Xadia (we get a glimpse of those lines in early episode 2x07). In 4x07, we get suspiciously up-close framing of the Key when Callum asks, "is there no primal gem for star magic?"
And a few months back, one of the TDP creators shared on Twitter about a season 6 scene that was eventually cut. In the scene, Callum holds the Key up to a symbol on a wall and says, "I'm gleaming the cube!" (if anyone remembers this twitter convo and can provide me a link to this, I would be so grateful)
This is the Key feature we're all most familiar with: its glow. When exposed to a source of magic, the corresponding primal magic symbol on the Key lights up. This is why I think one of the potential functions of the Key of Aaravos is as a cryptographic key. If it were held up to a magic-infused symbol, the glow effect would reveal the primal magic source - and in this way it could be used to decode a secret message.
In cryptography, a key is the series of words, symbols or phrases that contain all of the basic information you need to decode or understand a specific coded message. Both the sender and receiver of the coded message need to know the key in order to create the coded message or decode it into plaintext - to lock or unlock the meaning behind a cipher or code.
I can't speculate on the exact nature of the secrets that she encrypted with it, but the Key can literally shed light on the solution! It was a toy that was repurposed by a the Jailer, magicless human mage and mastermind of ciphers and codes, to protect the secrets of Aaravos and his prison.
Exactly what secrets it will be used to reveal remains part of the Mystery.
if you're interested in learning more about cryptography, this page has links to a lot of my favorite resources
Recommended reading for more Key of Aaravos and the Jailer theories:
the post that initially enabled my crazy train of thoughts, thank you @beautifulterriblequeen
super rad analysis of the Jailer's unique character design by @kradogsrats, who also authored one of my favorite alternative hypothesis for the real function of the Key of Aaravos
an amazing thorough and detailed Key analysis, by @raayllum and another very interesting conversation about the Key here
Special thanks to @raayllum for answering my random Akiyu and Jailer questions, and to @self-spaghettification for giving me the push I needed to bring this essay together!
#seriously y'all. tdp fans are the coolest and the smartest#i'm just trying to keep up#unravelling my tangled web of understanding and splicing together the threads into one coherent path so others can follow along#i could be totally wrong about the jailer and the cube. but this was a fun puzzle#the jailer#archmage akiyu#primal magic#dark magic#human magic#5x05#the key of aaravos#cryptography#tdp speculation#tdp headcanons#the dragon prince#tdp s6 predictions#whew ...what have i done#yes the puns are all intentional no this is not an apology#mine
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The unconditional Figaro love
It’s mah bois’ birthday!! 🥰👑🐻
I meant to post fanfiction, but I started late and couldn’t finish on time. Plus the fic got some angsty shit going on, and I refuse to soil this day with that 😤
Today we celebrate!! 🎉🎂🍾🥂🎊
Today I spam and ramble 😌
Many of us (by which I mean me, ESPECIALLY ME) fantasize/glorify/fetishize twin relationships, but I have seen twin siblings saying that “it’s not a magical thing, anyone could have that type of deep bond with another person”. The intensity is what sets it apart from the rest, and it could range from the most sickening possessive hate-filled control, to the most detached accepting and nourishing love, passing through the clingiest and most crippling forms of codependency.
I got my own obsessive and ridiculously exaggerated bias about the Figaro twins, but I have seen several playthroughs where they stand out to the player as “the representation of brotherly love”. Even before getting the brothers’ cutscenes (in some cases the players happen to miss the coin scene and/or the reveal at the airship).
People this is brutal, don't do this 😭💔
But it’s always clear that there’s genuine love there.
The word "love" is often misused and abused. When I use it to talk about the Figaro twins’ relationship, I mean unconditional love, as in:
No strings attached
No expectations or demands
No judgment or condemnation
No impositions
No control
Accepting without enabling
Generous without creating dependence
Respectful
Peaceful and calming, because of all of the above
In past posts I mentioned Edgar’s controlling and condescending actions, and also his very codependent nature. Also Sabin’s departure can be interpreted as selfish. Before I backtrack elaborate on that, I think it’s important to suspend disbelief approach the subject of love with the knowledge that each and everyone of us is imperfect, but perfect love is always achievable and within reach. Our deficiencies make it painful, but not impossible.
Let’s get to it!
Edgar taking over as king is the most obvious loving act, because it’s scripted, but the depth of it is revealed in such a subtle and missable way, that forces the viewer to pay attention and to think harder about what we’ve learned about the brothers up to that point. It’s shown in a modest way, as modest as Edgar has been about the action itself. Love does not need praise or recognition, it is its own reward.
Was this condescending? It’s debatable.
Is it condescending to use simpler vocabulary when you speak to a small child? Stepping down from where you’re at to meet the other at their level is respect, not condescendence. To think yourself above the other because of some advantage you have, is condescendence.
Someone described the rigged coin deal as “Edgar letting his brother abandon familial duty while saving face��, and I believe this is a misunderstanding. Sabin doesn’t need to “save face” and Edgar doesn’t see it that way. Sabin was going to leave no matter what, and Edgar was going to stay no matter what. The coin didn’t decide for them, and neither did Edgar. Edgar’s words say it all: the coin meant to free Sabin of guilt, not of duty. Even if Ed breaks his own heart with the outcome.
An even more modest and almost always overlooked act of love (even in real life) happens when the brothers have a little moment alone while mourning their deceased father. Sabin is lashing out at everyone, he even pushes an old lady (the High Priestess) and unfairly accuses her of being as heartless as the Figaro politicians. Again we see Edgar being very tactful and just allowing Sabin to let it all out.
When one gets emotional and others start with the “don’t cry”, “it’s all for the best”, joke-to-make-you-laugh-because-your-pain-makes-ME-uncomfortable... This is all toxic positivity. It’s very refreshing to see that mah bois don’t do this to each other.
There’s even more missable stuff here. In this moment when Sabin cannot contain his rage, is that Edgar tells him pretty much that the politicians are right: the kingdom needs to be looked after. Now this would be a perfect trigger to Sabin, but instead he’s disappointed (of the outcome, not of Edgar). He doesn’t yell nor tries to convince him. Attempting to persuade would be to disregard and disrespect the other's concerns (this goes both ways). At his lowest and most volatile, Sabin is still capable of fully accepting Edgar. In this moment he couldn’t disagree more with Edgar’s views, but chooses to respect him and to still follow through with his own decision, even if it breaks his own heart.
When Edgar makes the proposal, Sabin lowers his head and won’t even look at him or the coin. It's not the bet what matters, he’s just sad Edgar won't join him (we know Sabin doesn’t judge Edgar, and is very proud of him as king and as a person).
Would it have been better if Edgar was sincere? No way to know, but the kingdom was in urgent need of leadership. 10 years later Sabin is still carrying guilt, and we know this because he’s the one to bring up the subject at the end. No one blamed him, not one questioned him and yet he needed to speak up about it for some reason.
Edgar was right in assuming that Sabin would be troubled, and hoped that a little nudge would help him trust his own instincts. But regarding the condescendence part, I think what messed with Sabin was that Edgar kept to himself for a bit too long, making Sabin feel left out 🥺 And I see this as an innocent miscalculation on Edgar’s part. He’s good at reading people, but not infallible.
Is it condescending to use non-technical vocabulary to explain physics to a child? Not at all, unless that child happens to be Michio Kaku, who built a particle accelerator in his parents' garage.
As children the twins spent a lot of time apart due to Sabin being constantly ill and bedridden. By circumstance Edgar would observe and learn things around the castle that Sabin could not. Sabin would necessarily be at a disadvantage in his ability to understand political games. In shielding Sabin, Edgar is giving him the chance to assimilate reality at his own pace, even if it gets lonely for Edgar.
But 10 years later they’re back together, and Edgar doesn’t really know the person Sabin has become (I'm more inclined to think they maintained little to no communication, the only part I have not pulled an explanation out of my ass cannot justify is how casual they are when meeting again at Mount Kolts), so Edgar still treats his brother as he always did, only now trusting that he’s big and strong and healthy and can take care of himself… But he’s not aware of Sabin's growth as a person (and to be fair, Sabin clearly has some more growing up to do). Edgar keeps to himself because he wants to prevent Sabin from returning to Figaro out of guilt, he wants Sabin to have his freedom always. This is where he miscalculates, because he never knew where Sabin was coming from:
Sabin didn’t want to be away from Figaro, he wanted to define his own individuality without their influence
He never intended to stay away for good, he intended to come back and contribute in his own way
He didn’t join the Returners just because there was an emergency, he joined because now he knew the part he could play in the big picture
As mature as Edgar is, he’s a bit damaged and never really gave himself the chance to prioritize his own needs, it might even be a blindspot. The skirt-chasing seems to be the only thing he does for the pure pleasure of it, but even that ended up turning into work, at least once. This is why I said in a previous post that it would take patience on Sabin’s part to get close to him again. Because for Edgar to feel assured that Sabin came back of his own free will, it would require a clear and repeated pattern where
Sabin demonstrates that he sees the castle as home and does not feel aversion towards it
Sabin comes back during times of peace, when there’s no emergency and no threats to deal with, he comes back and stays because he wants to, not because he has to
Sabin shows genuine interest in government matters. Otherwise Edgar would not burden him with any of it
Sabin stays as carefree and joyful as always. That’s all Ed wants for his little bro, whom he thinks he still needs to protect (again, nothing but an error in judgment)
And only then would Edgar maybe possibly perhaps probably consider sharing more of his concerns allow himself to rely on Sabin Sabin to shoulder some of the burdens 🫠🫠🫠🫠
From what my biased ass infers, I think Sabin is doing all of that, to extent of his possibilities. It’s hard to love someone who’s so guarded. Yet Sabin is doing exactly that. It’s not just about getting Edgar to reciprocate and grow out of his ways. In staying close while demonstrating confidence, Sabin is allowing Edgar the chance to assimilate the new reality at his own pace, even if it’s lonely for Sabin, because if he pushes, this might turn Edgar too self-conscious.
Love is not for the weak, and mah precious Figaro twins are fucking powerhouses 😤❤️💪🏼👑🐻
Braindump list here.
#ffvi#ff6#final fantasy 6#final fantasy vi#headcanon#edgar roni figaro#sabin rene figaro#figaro month#bravo figaro
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Boycott!
As I mentioned, my feelings towards Hamas are a vacuum, but it doesn't change the fact that usually anti-Hamas people are Zionists, or liberal people who pretend to care about the Palestinians when it's a lie, for me these people are just a red flag. , and I'm saying it straight, I don't love, I don't hate, I don't like, or this type of Hamas, I'm in a vacuum, I have no feelings for him, and that says a lot, so when I see it as a red flag, it means a lot of fucking anti-Hamas people are Zionists, or as I mentioned, hidden Zionists pretending to support Palestine (When in practice they want the status quo to continue…)
Besides, many anti-Hamas people still believe in Israeli propaganda, and that says a lot about it… Israel is the real villain in all this, it created Hamas, and Hamas was created after the person who created it, as a child, saw Israel's crimes, yes, Israel has been committing crimes longer than Hamas has existed, so there is no alibi, that "It's Hamas' fault", no, it's Israel's fault, it's Zionism's fault, it started it, Hamas is their work, even if they deny it, they caused its creation (It's a chain), the fact that all crimes are being erased Israel and Zionism itself is fucking disgusting, it's a distortion of history in favor of the oppressor, and it's fucking sick
That's why anti-Hamas people piss me off, their ignorance and belief in Israeli propaganda has blinded them to the facts, even I with these feelings (Void) can honestly say that their views are a red flag, and that says a lot
The longer Israel exists, the longer the violence will continue and the longer this chain will continue, allowing Israel to exist is allowing the oppressor to go unpunished, the arguments that "It is the nation of the Jews" are disgusting (Because it states that all of Israel's crimes represent every Jew and it's something I hate, that's why I refuse to acknowledge that Zionism and being a Jew is the same thing, because it's fucking dangerous), no, Israel is not a nation of Jews, it is a nation of oppressors who are Jews, and that is a difference, Israel has a history of persecuting Arab Jews and this proves that this is bullshit, if it were a nation of Jews, it would not have a history of persecuting and viewing other Jews as inferior to whites
Israel is a colonizer that uses being a nation of Jews as a defensive shield against every accusation of inhuman crimes, it has always done it, it is doing it today, that is why it has impunity and it is sick, because it will 100% be a burden for the Jews of future generations, they will bear the crimes of people who lied that they did it for them (The effects of this are already visible, and in many years it will be worse), I don't want future generations of Jews to struggle with the shit that the "Jewish Nation" gave them, Jews have struggled for years with propaganda that they are genocidal people who do rituals, and Israel made something that was propaganda (It's about genocide, I haven't heard about rituals…) has become true and that's why we need to separate Zionism from being Jewish before it's too fucking late, because future generations will have to deal with all this shit and be attacked for it, and that's something we should be trying to stop now
Israel should never represent the Jews because it turns them into monsters, and that is terrifying
Now that I have your attention:
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In addition to the Palestinians, the victims are also Jews, and this is from "Their People" (Israel has a history of bashing Jews, so yes, saying that it is a country of Jews is cynical), the victims are Jews from other countries, when Israel's propaganda says that every Jew is to support Israel and you cannot disassociate yourself from being a "Zionist" when you are a Jew (Unfortunately, what happened in Germany was the fault of Zionism and this propaganda, the right often takes on leftist movements to show their hatred of minorities, this can be seen in the case of radical feminists, Zionism feeds on anti-Semitism and that is why we need to fight the propaganda of Israel, that every Jew he's a zionist if we don't do it, the right wing will be more and more aggressive towards Jews and, consequently, will continue to confirm the propaganda that all those who support the victims of genocide are anti-Semites and this is what the Zionists want, that the Jews live in fear and devote themselves to the genocidal ideology, that's what Zionism led to the colonization of Palestine, fear of the victims of the Nazis and the Holocaust, fear is a tool of the right, and Zionism is right-wing, so it is not the Jewish right that scares Jews so that the Jewish right can manipulate them, it is a chain and we should talk about it, because it is the real cause of everything that is happening)
The right wing has many faces, it pretends to support and defend, but at the same time harms others and uses manipulation (Most often mirror propaganda), fear is a tool and it is easiest to manipulate the defenseless (the Third Reich did it, why do you think there were so many Nazis?), Zionism has roots in fascism, and when you have been living for years, you know what it looks like (Scaring people of evil like "Immigrants" or "Trans people", fear is a tool, just like anger and helplessness, fascism is a beast, it often starts innocently, but over the years as it grows, it begins to become more and more scary)
Yes, Zionism is fascism (What Nazism was), assuming that every fascist targets the same group is naive and unfortunately makes the fight against this shit difficult, especially when the fascist says "It's his opinion and he has the right to it" (Yes, this shit unfortunately works and it's scary), just look for common features, don't assume that every fascist victim is from the same group…
Fascists target weak groups that the law does not protect as strongly as the rest (LGBT+ people, but it is most visible among trams, ethnically they are Muslims/Arabs and Roma), fascism looks for an easy victim, the best are those from minorities, because unfortunately, but the law often treats them as "Less than most" and yes, we've been seeing this shit for years, but if you react, you will be labeled as crazy or some other shit and no one will take you seriously…
So yes, I wrote a lot about this topic… Eh…
Remember about the boycott and collections listed above
#cartoon#free palestine#cartoonist#palestine#israel is a terrorist state#free gaza#israel#gaza#palestina#jumblr#jewblr#hamas#anti facist#fuck facists#far right#billford#the book of bill#mabel pines#hatsune miku#deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#zionist#zionazis#antisemites#antisemitism#gaza strip#usa#usa politics#usa is a terrorist state#americans
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For the ones joining my new writing-only blog, my baby Substack: I will upload one poem every day for the next 15 days, so expect some e-mails in your inbox! :)
If you have been here for a while, you must know I was in desperate need of a writing-only platform — in fact, if you remember, I even tried a side blog, but that didn't work for me (and the novel is cooking atm). So, for the sake of my peace of mind and my writing, I will upload all the poetry in here to this sparkling, brand-new Substack.
After a few days on that platform, though, I can already tell I'm not going to follow what I perceived to be the pattern. Do I feel like a fish out of the water? Yes. Do I plan to change? No. Is it good for ''marketing''? Nope! But I literally can't force myself into a non-authentic space. It gives me anxiety.
I believe in using the platform instead of letting the platform use me. I'm free. That is unnegotiable. So, I will do my best on my own terms, as many things annoy me about the writing culture of these times we live in and I refuse to wear the halter. Oh, I promise I'll never try to coach you, start mothering you, or try to sell you a "how to write poetry in 5 steps" guide. No hooking titles. I won't join the experts-on-shit FOMO cult to prey on other people's triggers or to feel ''good'' about myself at the expense of others. This type of thing actually creeps me out.
But I do promise we can just resonate and inspire each other by being honest and raw, by having a brave heart so we can keep being kind, and by pursuing truth, beauty and art... How about that? We can enjoy the vibe and cultivate this appreciation of words! We can even chat as writer friends, as reader friends or just as friends friends — and encourage each other through real, second-intention-free presence.
If my writing doesn't touch you, it's fine. If yours doesn't touch me, it's fine. It's not personal, it's not a bad thing. We are all finding our voice. The day you think you know everything, you're dead, so we have to keep searching, moving and growing together! How many times have I needed the words from @cssnder @goodluckclove @hersurvival or @remnantofabrokensoul, and so many others around here (iykyk)? And I'm very grateful for every word and idea you all shared here in this amazing space, helping me to keep going, to break from my shell and lay another brick in the foundations of what I want to create.
That is the beauty of it. Creation demands connection. That is respect and human experience. And I repeat it: sometimes what I create won't touch anyone but me.
Oh, but what if it does!
Well, that being said: I actually do have some crazy ideas for the Substack. At first, the focus was on creating some substantial and self-indulgent content about literature (I like to study). Although I still think that's important, exciting and valid, Poetry is making its way through my inked fingers more and more, demanding space, attention, and voice; so I will not neglect this calling.
What about the future? I don’t know. Paid subscriptions for specific academic literature content? Prophetic, devotional newsletters?Generating debates on books for the community? Just poetry that you can read for free and not engage at all because I can be quite antisocial at times? Digging around some old ancient advice on writing? None of the above? Anything is possible, really. For now, I will slow down and avoid contributing to the hamster wheel of modern despair for the speed of light living and likes.
For now, poetry, please.
And tea. Lots of tea, because it's raining.
The grass looks so green!
#my brain goes: we need to organize this nicely so lets just stick to a schedule of bi-weekly posts and never post more than that#also my brain: i hate this rules i will not write on demand and I also post whenever i want im not following your stupid agenda#substack#substack writer#poetry#poetry substack#writers and poets#writers on tumblr#poets on tumblr#poems and poetry#poems on tumblr#poetess#new poet#new poets society#poets society#poets corner#new poets corner#new poets on tumblr#new poets community#dark academia#dark acadamia aesthetic#dark academism#writing#on writing#about writing#writer#female writer#women writer#christian writer#christian poetry
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Hello there! Its gm again
Glad we finally got this working
A lot has happened, from my perspective its been about two and a half years, ive completed a further two sessions
But i think we did it, i think we're out
We're back on earth, like normal earth
Well kinda normal
Sburb doesn't seem to exist here and our sylladex's have vanished along with basically everything we didnt have on our persons when we walked through the door
We had a hell of a session, one where we god tiered relatively early game due to the danger
Of the four of us (space, time, breath, and light) we seem to have retained little dregs of power, small things, our space player can give you the dimensions of a room down to the millimeter from just a glance type of things
I have an intimate awareness of time even without a clock
As far as we can tell paradox space is still out there but is functionally unreachable at the current moment due to technological restraints
Took about a year of tinkering just to get a stable signal using the replay-net dongle
Its
Is it strange that i miss it? Its strange out here, for gods sake i work at a gas station now how wild is that
Ive killed hundred of thousands if not millions or more enemies and created thing beyond understanding and met clowns and fought kings and queens and Eldritch beings and made fucking universes and i work at a gas station! A fucking gas station dude! Arguably the most normal of jobs that you could have!
Its wild! its so far beyond insanity that the four of us are sure we have to be in the game still
But its right there in the fuckin sky, like no one else can see it, a giant "thanks for playing"
We cant even go to some kind of therapy cause who the fuck would believe us? Gods sake our youngest is 13! She has at least 15 sessions under her belt, how the fuck do you even recover to a societal normal after decades of being fucking 13!
Its like sburbs final fuck you
I wish i knew what we did, how we got out how the fuckin menu got fixed or if it was just some fucking random twist of data
I wish i could help others leave
But we dont know and we have no way of figuring it out without access to the game and ill be fucking damned if we push our luck
I wish i could help you
The Sylladex isn't a SBURB thing, anyone can do that, dingus. Post disproven.
Okay but for real, even putting aside the fact that I innately refuse to believe "I found a way to fix the game" stories, especially with the addendum of "the game fixed itself mysteriously", I do have to interrogate the intention behind sending this ask. It can't help anyone because it happened randomly, it double-can't help me because I am not even in a position to receive random twists of fate. And ending it off with the random pitiable "I wish I could help you"? Every so often some guy will troll around by claiming they beat the game, say everyone else has a "skill issue" or is "not seeing the bigger picture which is why you're stuck there", and then starts making crass comments about how we're stuck standing in a circle and providing genetic material to a frog while they're going to spend the rest of their immortal life in their new universe being fed grapes and receiving blowjobs from their followers (and then they get banned), and I have to say, at least the troll posts are funny.
Even if this is true and you are now free from the game >assuming that a new SBURB session can't or won't be initiated in this new world, I cannot really help you acclimate to living a new life in a normal world, nor can I direct you to a resource that can do the same, because nobody has experienced this. The closest you'll get is guys with absurdly long (we're talking around three years) pre-Sessions, and even then they know the game is about to begin on some level, even if they don't know when, and that dread kind of characterizes the entire text. So enjoy that I guess.
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A few days ago when talking to him in Discord DMs, @generalbioniclefriend mentioned to me how he saw Kojol as having ADHD. And now while it’s possible that GBF was joking rather than being serious that hasn’t left my brain. Because god, Kojol being neurodivergent is just a really good headcanon I'm going to adopt to myself.
Now, I don’t really like imagining MU inhabitants having 1:1 IRL neurological conditions, because they are robots and function in a different way from humans and live in a completely alien setting. But just because I don’t like inserting exact real neurodivergencies into this different setting doesn’t mean I don’t like the concept of neurodivergency existing in MU or that there being conditions analogous to real life ones. This is because I find the idea of some MU inhabitants being wired differently compared to rest of their species super interesting as a concept. Its also a good way to add neurodivergent representation in a way that feels authentic and believeable to the setting.
Now back to Kojol specifically, I think the reason I love the idea of him being neurodivergent is because I absolutely adore the concept of Kojol being this researcher/scientist type obsessed with his research and experiments. Now this isn’t that unusual since most Makuta are scientist types (or at least they should be given their purpose was to create Rahi to begin with.) But with Kojol specifically I feel that his dedication to his craft and research overseeds the typical levels of a Makuta and instead become much more extreme. Like essentially Kojol devotes his entire existence to his craft and doesn’t really care about much else. I feel that he didn’t really care about Teridax’s Plan to begin with, and just saw it as an opportunity to conduct his experiments and research in ways that weren’t precedent for him prior to Teridax’s takeover.
Another reason I like Kojol being neurodivergent is because...I kinda like the concept of a Makuta who was physically unable to completely purify themselves from their inner moral light and instead replace it with pure darkness. And given how my interpretation of Kojol isn’t as much arrogant as he is deeply absorbed into his research, him being essentially unable to remove his light completely. Now Kojol isn’t necessarily “good” by nature (he’s more amoral than anything, though he is capable of goodness) and He did manage of turn some of inner light into inner darkness and he is still somewhat self-centered and -absorbed, but nowhere to the degree to rest of the Brotherhood. , but not to the extent compared to rest of the Brotherhood. It’s moreso that his inner light is diluded rather than completely gone. Another possibility I really like is that Kojol always had relatively low inner light so when he tried to remove it it never went away. I also like the idea that he has both inner light AND inner darkness rather than the latter replacing the former.
Lastly a big thing I like is how GBF suggested that “Kojol used to overshare other Makuta got mad at him for it and now he refuses to share anything” and that just...adds so much depth to his character that I really like. That essentially his secrecy isn’t as much a natural state as it is a defense mechanism and a means to protect himself from pain...which is just good.
In conclusion let the secretive mad scientist birb Makuta be neurodivergent thank you.
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idk I am cis and I definitely don't "enjoy" being a woman. It is what it is. I disagree with terfs because they are a science denying hate group, but I think it's true that cis women don't "feel like women". I am a woman because my brain and my anatomy match in that perception, but I don't find joy or "feel" like it. I'd say not feeling strongly about "gender" is precisely indicative that you are cis, in fact. Whenever I see people saying they are NB/trans because "gender is whatever" I think that's the cis-est thing imaginable tbh.
I can agree with that, and think the point of your mental "gender" and physical sex being in tune is that it just feels… normal. It's not a euphoric ideal, it's normalcy.
I'm not really a fan of how unclear and generic that post makes being transgender sound (i.e. (wo)manhood making you miserable) and how that leads to the mistake of essentially comparing it to being gender non-conforming. "Gender should be joyous" sounds far too much like "You can pick and choose your gender, have fun with it" nonsense.
With that said, I also do believe that the majority of people connect with their gender in the way that post describes. The average non-internet-addicted person out there does think of their own sex and the opposite sex in the usual, stereotypical ways. Even women I know that proudly declare they're not the girly type, still tend to voice stereotypical beliefs (because those feel right to them, as opposed to the ones they openly choose to reject, not just because of "hurr society") and make it quite clear they are happy being women. It's why most radfem rhetoric sounds so terminally online to me; virtually all women I know in real life, from the ages of roughly 30 up to 65, enjoy being "stereotypical" women and quite regularly make statements about either women or men that underline this. Radfems insist that women are essentially brainwashed into thinking like this and once "liberated" would change their minds, but that's because they refuse to live in the real world and respect the reality that these women are actually perfectly capable of thinking for themselves, and really just feel this way about themselves.
Social media is definitely affecting this and I'm not sure if that is in fact leading to liberation. I mostly see it creating confusion and shame/guilt in younger generations. It's long stopped being "You can be whatever man/woman you want to be" and turned into a new oppressive standard; one that has no basis in natural human tendencies, but in bitterness and narcissistic pity parties and rejection of normalcy only for its own sake.
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Recent Movie: Knock at the Cabin
Twelve years ago, Joss Whedon and Drew Goddard released The Cabin in the Woods, a metafictional horror comedy seeking to answer the question of just why photogenic young people on idyllic nature getaways keep encountering eldritch horrors who pick them off one by one. There's a lot in the film that hasn't aged well—the meta gags were getting tired almost as soon as they were made, and more recent work, such as the films of Jordan Peele, has done a much better job of blending horror and humor and exploring the roots of the genre's core tropes. But the basic idea of the film—a shadowy organization who are deliberately sacrificing the vacationers in order to spare humanity from the wrath of the old ones—remains strong, arguably stronger than the comedic wrapping that surrounds it. As I wrote in my review, by the end of the movie you find yourself regretting the time spent leading up to this revelation, and wishing the film had started from it as its premise.
M. Night Shyamalan's new film Knock at the Cabin feels like a finger on the monkey's paw curling to give me my wish. It doesn't even bother introducing us to its designated victims—young couple Eric (Jonathan Groff) and Andrew (Ben Aldridge) and their adorable daughter Wen (Kristen Cui)—before establishing the invasion of their lakeside cabin by a foursome that includes Redmond (Rupert Grint), Sabrina (Nikki Amuka-Bird), Adriane (Abby Quinn), and their leader, Leonard (Dave Bautista). And no sooner has that happened than Leonard explains that none of them want to be there or to hurt their captives. They've all had visions showing them that unless the family choose to sacrifice one of their own (suicide or murder by someone outside the family don't count) humanity will be doomed. Each time the invaders' demand that the captives make a sacrifice is refused, they kill off one of their own, which triggers the next phase in the apocalypse.
This is all established within the film's first half hour, after which there's really no place for the story to go except in circles. The captives, mainly Andrew, argue with their attackers, insisting that they are suffering from a shared delusion and that the reports of calamity on the news are fake or coincidental. The invaders tearfully insist that they take no pleasure in the violence they've committed, but that their visions of the coming apocalypse are real. Another film might have tried to create some ambiguity on this point, but this one makes it clear almost immediately that the choice presented to the captives, and the necessity of a sacrifice, are real. Bautista, who has rightly been deployed as the film's main draw in its marketing, plays impressively against type as the genuinely gentle, kind-hearted Leonard, but neither he nor any of the other characters are developed into actual people, whose looming death we might feel genuine regret about.
The closest the film comes to an interesting idea is Andrew's insistence that even if he believed the invaders' story, he wouldn't sacrifice his family to save a world that has repeatedly rejected and victimized him. Almost the only thing we learn about him and Eric in the infrequent flashbacks that pepper the movie is the fact that they've had to fight to be recognized as a couple and a family—we see them rejected by Andrew's parents, having to lie to authorities in China before being allowed to adopt Wen, and attacked by a stranger for having the audacity to have an intimate conversation in public. But this is something the film gestures at only half-heartedly. We're never in any doubt that Eric and Andrew will eventually choose sacrifice over selfishness—it's even fairly clear which one of them will choose to die.
Which, when it comes down to it, renders the film pointless. Whatever its flaws, The Cabin in the Woods recognized that the only rational, emotionally interesting response to its premise was rage. That a system that requires the sacrifice of an innocent in order to keep the world turning is a stupid one, and a god that would demand it is an evil one. That the people who enable that god, even if their ultimate goal is laudable, are enabling evil. The moment in which heroine Dana considers killing her friend Marty in order to save the world is one in which she surrenders to evil, even if that is still probably what she should have done. You might not like an ending to a story in which a good person chooses themselves over the rest of humanity, but it at least demands something from you—to recognize the rage of young people who realize that their elders would rather throw away their lives than do anything to change the status quo; or the affront of queer people who have spent their lives being told that their love and their family aren't real, only to learn that actually, they're real enough to die for the rest of us.
I haven't read the Paul Tremblay novel on which Knock at the Cabin is based, but the story that Shyamalan has made of it does the opposite of making demands on its audience. It offers us cheap consolation—don't worry, some innocent will lay down their life to save the rest of us from our mistakes. It even suggests that the system that demands this sacrifice is a benevolent one, as when Eric begins to have visions that show him that his family will endure his death. The film clearly expects us to see his sacrifice as moving and inspiring, but what actually shows up on screen is mawkish and banal—exactly the kind of morally vacant sentimentality that made me stop watching Shyamalan movies years ago, only for reviewers to turn around and insist that actually, he's gotten good again.
Watching Knock at the Cabin, one can't help but think of the many recent films that have used similar plot elements to far better effect. The home invasion that turns out to be something entirely different is a core component of Us. The designated human sacrifice trying to persuade her attackers that they're in the grips of a delusion was used to tremendous effect in Ready or Not. The family forced to choose which one among their number will die in order to prevent a greater calamity is the premise of The Killing of a Sacred Deer. One things that these movies, as well as The Cabin in the Woods, have in common is anger. They are stories about realizing that the system you move in is diseased, designed to sacrifice the weak so that the strong can keep going. Knock at the Cabin is a bad film because it's badly made, but it's also bad because it expects to look at this system, and feel happy about it.
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Can I request Aot guys reacting/finding out their s/o was cheating on them?
this has been sitting in my inbox literally forever lmfao but i finally got around to it <3 this was sad to write :/ implied cheating ofc
eren is quick to get angry. he feels so betrayed, he swears that he hates you. he cant even fucking look at you without feeling bile rise into this throat. he yells and breaks things (classic white boy punching the wall type beat) because he doesn't know how else to manifest his feelings other than physically. he cant take the time to slow his breathing and form coherent words, he just needs to release the amount of hurt inside of him. he’s so angry that he cries. like a hot-teared cry of pure frustration and betrayal and disbelief.
armin automatically believes its bc of something he did :/ he assumes that he could've been better, that this wouldn't have happened if he was somebody else. he wishes you would have communicated with him, told him what to do and how to do it. he’d change who he was to his core if it meant being someone that you wanted. he doesn't agree with what you did, but he cant necessarily blame you, either. if he could leave himself too, he would.
jean feels like he should've known better, should’ve seen it coming. he’s used to being second best, so he should have expected something like this from you. he curses himself for getting so caught up in what he thought was a real love. for the first time, it felt like someone was genuinely choosing him first; he hates himself for letting that go to his head and making him blind to the truth of the situation. it just reaffirms his prior beliefs. if you thought he was closed off before? he swears he’ll never love again after this
connie thinks its a joke at first. he trusts people a bit too easily in general, so as his partner, he trusted you with every fiber of his being. he fully believed that you were handcrafted by the gods and sent down to earth for him to learn to love. so when he finds out that you were capable of something this fucking cruel, he genuinely doesn't believe it. thinks its a joke, because you wouldn't do that to him. his lover (or the version of them that he created in his mind) would never hurt him like that.
reiner is extremely hurt, but is still willing to make this work. he knows what its like to be in the wrong, to be the betrayer. so he understands you. he thinks he deserves it. he’s always willing to see both sides of the story; he’d rather forgive you than lose you. he’s willing to swallow his pride and humiliation all at the same time, if it means not ending up alone again. he’d settle to be your second best, because to him, its better than nothing :/
porco has questions. he wants to know every single detail of what the fuck went wrong. when did you start feeling this way? how long has this been going on? how many times? he wants all of the info until he is physically sick to his fucking stomach. he pretends it doesn’t hurt him as much as it really does; he refuses to let you see how torn up over it he truly is. when you finally leave, he overthinks every single thing you said. every detail, every moment spent together, has now been tainted for him because of all of the specifics he made you share.
#aot headcanons#eren x reader#armin x reader#jean x reader#connie x reader#reiner x reader#porco x reader#eren headcanons#armin headcanons#jean headcanons#connie headcanons#reiner headcanons#porco headcanons
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Do you really hate this county? Or were you just ranting?
Sigh. I debated whether or not to answer this, since I usually keep the real-life/politics/depressing current events to a relative minimum on this blog, except when I really can't avoid ranting about it. But I have some things to get off my chest, it seems, and you did ask. So.
The thing is, any American with a single modicum of genuine historical consciousness knows that despite all the triumphalist mythology about Pulling Up By Our Bootstraps and the American Dream and etc, this country was founded and built on the massive and systematic exploitation and extermination of Black and Indigenous people. And now, when we are barely (400 years later!!!) getting to a point of acknowledging that in a widespread way, oh my god the screaming. I'm so sick of the American right wing I could spit for so many reasons, not least of which is the increasingly reductive and reactive attempts to put the genie back in the bottle and set up hysterical boogeymen about how Teaching Your Children Critical Race Theory is the end of all things. They have forfeited all pretense of being a real governing party; remember how their only platform at the 2020 RNC was "support whatever Trump says?" They have devolved to the point where the cruelty IS the point, to everyone who doesn't fit the nakedly white supremacist mold. They don't have anything to do aside from attempt to usher in actual, literal, dictionary-definition-of-fascism and sponsor armed revolts against the peaceful transfer of power.
That is fucking exhausting to be aware of all the time, especially with the knowledge that if we miss a single election cycle -- which is exceptionally easy to do with the way the Democratic electorate needs to be wooed and courted and herded like cats every single time, rather than just getting their asses to the polls and voting to keep Nazis out of office -- they will be right back in power again. If Manchin and Sinema don't get over their poseur pearl-clutching and either nuke the filibuster or carve out an exception for voting rights, the John Lewis Voting Rights Act is never going to get passed, no matter how many boilerplate appeals the Democratic leadership makes on Twitter. In which case, the 2022 midterms are going to give us Kevin McCarthy, Speaker of the House (I threw up in my mouth a little typing that) and right back to the Mitch McConnell Obstruction Power Hour in the Senate. The Online Left (TM) will then blame the Democrats for not doing more to stop them. These are, of course, the same people who refused to vote for Hillary Clinton out of precious moral purity reasons in 2016, handed the election to Trump, and now like to complain when the Trump-stacked Supreme Court reliably churns out terrible decisions. Gee, it's almost like elections have consequences!!
Aside from my exasperation with the death-cult right-wing fascists and the Online Left (TM), I am sick and tired of how forty years of "trickle-down" Reaganomics has created a world where billionaires can just fly to space for the fun of it, while the rest of America (and the world) is even more sick, poor, overheated, economically deprived, and unable to survive the biggest public health crisis in a century, even if half the elected leadership wasn't actively trying to sabotage it. Did you know that half of American workers can't even afford a one-bedroom apartment? Plus the obvious scandal that is race relations, health care, paid leave, the education system (or lack thereof), etc etc. I'm so tired of this America Is The Greatest Country in the World mindless jingoistic catchphrasing. We are an empire in the late stages of collapse and it's not going to be pretty for anyone. We have been poisoned on sociopathic-libertarian-selfishness-disguised-as-Freedom ideology for so long that that's all there is left. We have become a country of idiots who believe everything their idiot friends post on social media, but in a very real sense, it's not directly those individuals' fault. How could they, when they have been very deliberately cultivated into that mindset and stripped of critical thinking skills, to serve a noxious combination of money, power, and ideology?
I am tired of the fact that I have become so drained of empathy that when I see news about more people who refused to get the vaccine predictably dying of COVID, my reaction is "eh, whatever, they kind of deserved it." I KNOW that is not a good mindset to have, and I am doing my best to maintain my personal attempts to be kind to those I meet and to do my small part to make the world better. I know these are human beings who believed what they were told by people that they (for whatever reason) thought knew better than them, and that they are part of someone's family, they had loved ones, etc. But I just can't summon up the will to give a single damn about them (I'm keeping a bingo card of right-wing anti-vax radio hosts who die of COVID and every time it's like, "Alexa, play Another One Bites The Dust.") The course that the pandemic took in 21st-century America was not preordained or inevitable. It was (and continues to be) drastically mismanaged for cynical political reasons, and the legacy of the Former Guy continues to poison any attempts to bring it under control or convince people to get a goddamn vaccine. We now have over 100,000 patients hospitalized with COVID across the country -- more than last summer, when the vaccines weren't available.
I have been open about my fury about the devaluation of the humanities and other critical thinking skills, about the fact that as an academic in this field, my chances of getting a full-time job for which I have trained extensively and acquired a specialist PhD are... very low. I am tired of the fact that Americans have been encouraged to believe whatever bullshit they fucking please, regardless of whether it is remotely true, and told that any attempt to correct them is "anti-freedom." I am tired of how little the education system functions in a useful way at all -- not necessarily due to the fault of teachers, who have to work with what they're given, and who are basically heroes struggling stubbornly along in a profession that actively hates them, but because of relentless under-funding, political interference, and furious attempts, as discussed above, to keep white America safely in the dark about its actual history. I am tired of the fact that grade school education basically relies on passing the right standardized tests, the end. I am tired of the implication that the truth is too scary or "un-American" to handle. I am tired. Tired.
I know as well that "America" is not synonymous in all cases with "capitalist imperialist white-supremacist corporate death cult." This is still the most diverse country in the world. "America" is not just rich white middle-aged Republicans. "America" involves a ton of people of color, women, LGBTQ people, Muslims, Jews, Christians of good will (I have a whole other rant on how American Christianity as a whole has yielded all pretense of being any sort of a principled moral opposition), white allies, etc etc. all trying to make a better world. The blue, highly vaccinated, Biden-winning states and counties are leading the economic recovery and enacting all kinds of progressive-wishlist dream policies. We DID get rid of the Orange One via the electoral process and avert fascism at the ballot box, which is almost unheard-of, historically speaking. But because, as also discussed above, certain elements of the Democratic electorate need to fall in love with a candidate every single time or threaten to withhold their vote to punish the rest of the country for not being Progressive Enough, these gains are constantly fragile and at risk of being undone in the next electoral cycle. Yes, the existing system is a crock of shit. But it's what we've got right now, and the other alternative is open fascism, which we all got a terrifying taste of over the last four years. I don't know about you, but I really don't want to go back.
So... I don't know. I don't know if that stacks up to hate. I do hate almost everything about what this country currently is, structurally speaking, but I recognize that is not identical with the many people who still live here and are trying to do their best, including my friends, family, and myself. I am exhausted by the fact that as an older millennial, I am expected to survive multiple cataclysmic economic crashes, a planet that is literally boiling alive, a barely functional political system run on black cash, lies, and xenophobia, a total lack of critical thinking skills, renewed assaults on women/queer people/POC/etc, and somehow feel like I'm confident or prepared for the future. Not all these problems are only America's fault alone. The West as a whole bears huge responsibility for the current clusterfuck that the world is in, for many reasons, and so do some non-Western countries. But there is no denying that many of these problems have ultimate American roots. See how the ongoing fad for right-wing authoritarian strongmen around the world has them modeling themselves openly on Trump (like Brazil's lunatic president, Jair Bolsonaro, who talks all the time about how Trump is his political role model). See what's going on in Afghanistan right now. Etc. etc.
Anyway. I am very, very tired. There you have it.
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Demigod MC Series: Hades
Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades
Lucifer
Well… this is awkward…
He’s actually met Hades multiple times for business reasons (Underworld-Devildom relations are amiable if not a little odd. Hades was something of an uncle figure to Diavolo as a wee demon lad, which should speak for itself really). He’s a gloomy fellow and not much for chit-chat, but he never thought they’d end up taking one of his kids by accident…
He had to send a formal apology letter to the Lord of the Underworld immediately, but thankfully he didn’t seem very concerned for his offspring - if anything he appeared to think the Devildom would suit them nicely which was… concerning.
And he was not wrong. The darkness, demons, ghouls, and frights of the Devildom hardly seemed to faze the MC, if anything they fit right in. He’d dare say they were thriving if not for one thing…
They were So. Damn. Bleak.
Getting a smile out of this one AT ALL was rare. For once he felt the need to check up on someone constantly just to be sure they were alright... They’d keep assuring the House that they’re not actually as sad as they look but it’s hard not to assume…
He was a little mortified at first when they first met Cerberus cause… well they called him “Cerbi” and the massive demonic guard dog rolled over for them like a Golden Retriever!
Apparently he and the Cerberus that they knew are from the same litter and they must have smelt familiar... He would have probably limited their interactions just to keep his dog on his side but after seeing the MC smile for once while they played with the big oaf well…
Cerberus got a new playmate and the MC got a massive, three-headed therapy animal. Win-win. 😌
Mammon
Do ya really gotta be such a downer all the time, MC…? 😔
He thinks they’re nice, like really nice. They’re always super concerned when his brothers attack him or when he gets injured, but he’s pretty sure it’s because they’ve seen people die before so…
At first, he had no idea why he had to be saddled with this depressing wisp of mortal but over time he started to understand that they weren’t all that sad. They had… Resting Gloom Face? Is that a thing?
They also had a different way of seeing things. He could win the lottery and they’d tell him to stay inside so he wouldn’t get hit by lightning or if he pissed off the wrong people, they’d joke about him keeping his fingers and toes. Dark stuff, but not intended to be so… well morbid.
However, what he eventually found out that the REAL advantage to having a Hades kid in the Devildom was that nothing scared them. Literally nothing. Not even the ghosts - which to reiterate, are terrifying!
Cue Mammon getting dragged to horror movies nights with his brothers and pulling the MC along to be his personal security blanket. He’ll hold onto them for dear life as they just pat his head or something, watching and not even flinching at the jumpscares.
The first time the House had an unexpected power outage he clung onto the back of their shirt like a lost child while they calmly looked for the circuit-breaker...
If he could jump into their arms every time something scary happened like Scooby-Doo, he absolutely would. His brothers make fun of him, but after seeing the MC handle Cerberus like a puppy any time something frightens them they hide behind the mortal as well…
Leviathan
In some ways, he totally relates to their moodiness but come on! Who can still look so sad when watching The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girl?? Ruri-chan can make anyone smile! 😠
When he first met the MC, he was a little confused about why they didn't find him intimidating at all. He even reverted to his demon form and showed his fangs but no dice! All they said was, "I've walked along the edge of Tartarus. You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that, buddy…"
That was probably his first sign that the "human" wasn't normal…
After Mammon told him who their Dad was, things made a lot more sense. A child of Hades in the Devildom? That's ironic enough to be its own anime plot!! They certainly felt like an angsty protagonist at times. 🤷♀️
Truth be told, they could relate to each other in a lot of ways. You wouldn't think that an offspring of the Underworld and a demonic shut-in would have much in common but the one thing they share between them is that sense of never really fitting in.
Turns out that Hades kids are black sheep, even among other demigods, and Levi? Well, he's had trouble relating to others since his angel days. He and the mortal were like off-beat kindred spirits!
Which, I mean, you wouldn't get just by looking at them together. Levi being the impassioned super-otaku rambling their ear off while his somber companion would just go along with him quietly, but hey, there's more beneath the surface. Probably.
Now if he could just get them to cosplay as the Lord of Emptiness with him… They'd be perfect! Perfect he says!!
Satan
Highly considered drugging their food with antidepressants for a while…
This was before getting to know them better, of course, but for the first couple months he honestly couldn't shake the feeling that the mortal looked miserable!
Now, he's one to particularly care for the comfort of strangers, but just looking at them like that every day would sour his own mood quite considerably. It was very irritating...
It was only on closer inspection that he realized there was something else at play, though.
The mortal was different - even for a demigod he imagined. They took to the Devildom easily and the realm almost accepted them right back!
The flora looked better in their presence, the hellish beasts that roamed the wilds would roll over for them, and they even seemed to be welcomed in by the never-ending shadows…
It was fascinating. Like the effects of the Underworld were baked into their DNA and mingled with the environment around them… Two layers of darkness coexisting within one person.
I mean, what other creature - other than Lucifer - could ride Cerberus around like a pony??
Had they not been so kind, they'd probably scare him shit-less... Their potential power was too great to ignore. But after getting used to their gloom, at least they made for pleasant company. 🤷♀️
Satan likes them well enough, but even still he has to wonder just what they were capable of… you know?
Asmodeus
Oh. My. WORD. What a buzzkill!!!
Really, the new mortal was no good at parties or pictures for that matter!
Not because they looked bad, or even because he couldn't get them to smile, but because GHOSTS would always photobomb any pictures they were in!! 😫
One time he got a selfie with them on the couch and a creepy ghost child could be seen hiding behind the cushions so NOPE. No more photos with the mortal around!!
Aside from that, he couldn't say the mortal was all bad or anything…They were pretty friendly, despite their general look and feel.
Though, personally, he thought they wore far too much black... Even in the Devildom, there's normally a pop of color, you know? Was that just the Hades dress code?
And you want to know the weirdest thing? Despite everything about them screaming "Doom and Gloom," they're straaaangely popular among the RAD dating scene…
Like. Not as some heartthrob, "Love'em and Leave'em"-type, but he's found that there's a LOT of his demonic classmates who think they're cute or have a crush on them in some way…
Naturally, he can see the appeal of the mysterious, moody demigod with a dark, troubled past. It's just the demigod in question is completely oblivious to it! 🤷♀️
He tried to give them dating tips or play matchmaker from time to time but eventually gave up when it was clear they weren't interested. Alas, students of RAD, this is one forbidden fruit that refuses to be shared…! Such a tragedy… 😔
Beelzebub
They remind him of Belphie… like. A lot.
The similarities were obvious. They had a similar feel, made similar jokes, and even the same somewhat dreary attitude about them...
If he were being honest, at the beginning there were times when he'd open up to them a lot more than he intended because he'd forget that he wasn't actually talking to Belphie…
Thankfully, he knew better than to try and treat them like his replacement or anything. They were two different people after all. But it didn't stop him from feeling extra protective around them for a while.
Besides, there was ONE thing that set them leagues apart from Belphie and that was the fact they were a shit cook. Not quite as bad as Solomon but uh… Actually no, that's a closer call than it has any right to be...
Apparently, Hades kids don't need to eat as much and when you hang out with shades and skeletons for most of your life, you don’t really worry about making food that's any better than… "Well, technically it's edible." 🤷♀️
Their food won't kill a person like Solomon's, but you WILL start seeing stuff you probably shouldn't. He tried their "soup" once and swore he saw the ghost of his mother… and he doesn't even have a mother!!!
He swears that if he ever sees the MC and Solomon working together in the same kitchen he's skipping town… Whatever culinary abomination the two of them could create would probably gain sentience and eat HIM instead. He's always figured he'd go out with Death by Food, but not like that!! 😫
Belphegor
Ever meet someone who’s like looking in a mirror? Yeah, he’s getting those vibes…
He never expected the "human" to be so similar to him, it was kind of uncanny.
Upon first laying eyes on each other there was a pause… then a squint… and then… a nod.
Honestly, their combined dry wit, dark humor, and pessimistic outlook played off of each other surprisingly well. Too well for him to hate, really.
Not that it mattered because they didn’t believe him for a second when he tried to trick them (they had dealt with loads of lying monsters before). He hated to admit it, but they had a good head on their shoulders and knew better than to trust a locked up demon…
And yet, they seemed to stick around with him anyway. Because of the good conversation or just empathizing with his loneliness was anyone's guess. 🤷♀️
Sometimes they'd come up and sit outside the door in comfortable silence… Or they'd talk about whatever:
MC: *sitting out by the attic with their back against the door* So what happens to demons when they die…?
Belphie: *laying on the floor on the other side, staring at the ceiling* Depends on the kind. If I die, I'll just reform later.
MC: Like a reincarnation?
Belphie: Eh. *shrugs* Maybe. Haven't died yet.
MC: You could die in there, you know.
Belphie: *throws a side glare* Well thanks for bringing that up…
MC: *shrugs* What? It's true. But don't worry, I won't let you. *small-ish smile*
Belphie: *stares at them wide-eyed and pink-cheeked before turning on his side quickly* Ugh… whatever…
They did their word, somehow. They eventually got the door open and let him out, but by that time the anger was gone and he was just happy to finally talk to them face-to-face...
And good thing too, because apparently it's not smart to fight a death-child in what is essentially their element - as he saw when they summoned an army of skeletons to kick Levi's ass when he cheated them in Devil Cart...
He would not have lasted in that fight... Dodged a bullet there.
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Rumors
Corpse Husband x Bimbo!Reader (Female)
Warnings: Mentions of Slut Shaming, Swearing
Genre: Fluff, Tiniest bit of Angst, RPF (Real Person Fic)
Summary: When some rumors start floating around, every content creator does their best to either ignore them or defuse the situation. However, sometimes, the fans attempt to do the defusing themselves which only leads to a worse disaster. That’s the case for Corpse whose fans were quick to jump to his protection of some ‘false’ rumors.
Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, it was a joy to write. I’m sorry for how long it has taken me to complete and post the fic but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy reading it at least half as much as I enjoyed writing it! Love, Vy ❤
Corpse cracks his knuckles, then his shoulders, then his collarbone, then the his neck. He clenches his jaw as he breathes steadily and rhythmically, trying to control an overwhelming wave of anger that he has never felt before. This is a situation he’s never had to deal with nor did he ever think he’d have to deal with and address on a fucking livestream on top of all, but here he is now, doing his best to count to ten and not go on a Twitter responding spree, calling people out on their bullshit. He wanted to do so, he still wants to, but he was stopped in his intentions and brought to a calm mindset where he was swayed into dealing with this the civil way and not by roasting the fuck out of any and every foul-mouthed person he’s seen on his Twitter timeline.
He can’t really guarantee and civility during the stream either, he’s aware his tolerance is as thin as a stretched out, old rubber band and is a slight tug away from snapping and allowing him to unleash hell on these people because of who he’s been seeing red these past few days.
Let’s not risk a misunderstanding here - Corpse absolutely loves and adores his fans, but seeing this behavior from them is quite upsetting and disappointing. When he uses the terms like ‘assholes’, ‘jerks’ and ‘rude motherfuckers’ he isn’t referring to them. He knows they are good people, but are using the completely wrong tactic of defending him, not to mention he doesn’t even need defending. Even if he did, he’s more than capable of doing it on his own and not getting other people involved.
“Hello everyone, hope you’re doing well.“ He finally settles on saying, officially kicking off the stream. If there’s any indicator of the serious nature of this stream, it’s probably the lack of lo-fi and the lack of even attempted playfulness and cheeriness in his voice. That’s how you know shit isn’t to be messed around about. “I just realized I didn’t specify what I’ll be doing in the Tweet, but I’ll tell you now, so those who aren’t interested in the subject or want to steer clear of the drama can leave. However, I wouldn’t advise clicking off considering this will be an overall, how do I say this, rant, of sorts? It’s meant to knock some sense in the people who have been spreading hate for a specific person on all social media platforms she’s active on.“
The majority of the viewers are already familiar with the subject, some even guilty of spreading the hate Corpse mentioned, but there are a few that are completely clueless - the ones actually not interested in online drama, not just saying they ‘hate drama’. With those people in mind, Corpse takes to addressing the issue from its very beginning.
“So, for a month now, me and this streamer, who’s also a TikTok star, by the name of Y/N have been interacting a lot on social media. She’s an incredibly sweet girl that a lot of people have prejudice towards. She’s very misjudged and misunderstood because people see he solely as her content, if that makes sense. They only know she’s that streamer who wears revealing clothes on her streams and posts risqué pictures on her Instagram. Like, no.“ Corpse cannot even fully believe he has to address this and that slut-shaming people is still a thing in the twenty-first century. He closes his eyes for a moment, fist tightening and his knuckles turning white, “I don’t understand how so many people can be so shallow and just plain jerks towards her in general, but then again - this is especially for my fans, the members of my fandom - I don’t understand the need you guys feel to put Y/N down to defend me from some ridiculous rumors as if it’s the first time I’ve had to deal with people talking shit for attention or to get someone canceled.“ He sighs, reminding himself to slow his roll as to not confuse any viewers who still don’t know the full story, “Anyway, back to the timeline of events. So, considering we’ve never interacted before, all the replying to comments, retweeting, liking posts and whatever sparked some dating rumors. Isn’t that just fucking hilarious - you see two people interacting on social media and the first thing that comes to mind is that they’re in a romantic relationship. Where did the friendship go? Does no one value or consider friendships to be a valid type of human relation anymore?“ He runs a hand through his hair, making another pause to clear his mind and prevent his frustration from overflowing. He promised he wouldn’t lose his cool and would remain calm and collected, but the more he talks about it the tighter he clenches his fist and the faster his heartrate is. His neck and ears are red from the tension he feels all over, almost like he’s physically restraining a raging wild animal and not just his own thoughts and emotions.
There’s layers to his anger, the lower ones - aka the ones he’s yet to get to - will be a nightmarish test of his self-control, he already knows it. Judging by how much of a toll this rant has already taken on him, his patience and control growing thinner and thinner, he’s not sure how he’ll power through the last layers without his voice raising awfully high in volume and his fists searching for some object to punch. To an ignorant eye, his reaction would seem exaggerated and overboard, but little does that ignorant eye know...
“When some of my fans saw those rumors, they reacted very badly. It was quite disappointing to see. Guys, I appreciate you standing up for me even though you shouldn’t do that - I can defend myself, not that this was a matter I needed defending from to begin with. But just the way some of you went about it was horrifically wrong and quite upsetting, to me but especially to Y/N herself.“ He can feel it, the aggravation growing, bubbling up in his chest, “What I saw disgusted me, I’m not gonna sugarcoat it. The things some of you were saying...I couldn’t believe you are in fact the same people who are my fans, my lovely fans who I’ve always thought so highly of. Never did I think you could be able of slut-shaming so vulgarly and grossly, I couldn’t believe what I was reading.“
He has every right to be upset - the things being said about Y/N were truly awful and a lot of things being said were meant to defend Corpse and defuse the rumors, doing so while stomping all over Y/N and her content. Rightfully so, many of her fans were outraged and quick to jump to her defense but were unfortunately outnumbered, leading Corpse to believe not many of her fans are actually real or as dedicated as his which only fueled his fury further.
Anyway, let’s take a look at Y/N’s point of view. Being a content creator for as long as she has, refusing to change her style no matter how many people disagreed and insulted her about it, she’s grown quite used to people spitting insults at her on every social media possible. It’s sad how throughout the majority of her content creating career she’s only had haters, creeps and fake fans watching her videos and streams. Rare are those in her fandom who’d actually stick up for her and defend her in ‘scandals’ such as this one. However, no amount of experience with dealing with hate could have prepared her for this outpour of some of the meanest shit she’s ever heard and been called in her life.
Y/N likes the content she makes, she’s comfortable in her skin and loves her body. She loves showing it off too and nor she nor anyone who wants that deserves to be shamed for who they are and what they do, especially when they aren’t hurting anyone and their content is still appropriate. People have always bashed her for all elements of who she is: her appearance, her clothing style, her streams, her gaming skills, her voice on occasion. She can count the instances when she’s received positive feedback on the fingers of her hands which would depress anyone else but not her. She’s always created content for her own amusement and entertainment so people’s opinions never really bothered her. Until now, until this very drama that has hit a specific nerve, an insecurity of hers she’s never talked about. The comments such as:
(Vy Speaking: Comments containing slut-shaming ahead, go to ### if you want to skip)
“Corpse would never date a slut like her“
“Corpse dating this thot? Please internet stop being ridiculous“
“Corpse ain’t a pimp, y’all need to chill“
“Even if they datin they gon break up soon - whore stays a whore“
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bothered her far more than she’d like to admit. She has no one to open up about it either, she knows what she’ll get in response if she does - she’ll be told it’s her fault. Her fault because of the way she dresses, the way she talks and acts, because she chose this career to begin with. All her fault. The only person she can turn to she refuses to because she doesn’t want to be a bother - not after so many people confirmed her worries that she’s not good enough for him already anyway, the least she can do is avoid bothering him the best she can.
And that is exactly why this has upset Corpse so much.
“Here’s a little message specifically meant for those who claimed I’d never date someone like Y/N or specifically Y/N. You better listen carefully: Don’t you ever, and I mean EVER slut-shame my girlfriend or any other person ever. I cannot believe I have to explicitly remind you that your behavior isn’t ok. You should fucking know that your behavior isn’t right and that you’re a massive piece of shit for saying those awful things about others you judge solely on appearance and clothing. Does it surprise you that I am, in fact, dating Y/N? If you say yes for the reason you think she’s not good enough for me or that I deserve better, please get the fuck out of my fandom. No one disrespects my girl and gets away with it. That’s final!“
Though still under the influence of a flurry of negative emotions, overhearing Corpse literally telling people to exclude themselves from his fandom for being mean to her, Y/N’s taking a step towards emotional recovery knowing her boyfriend will always have her back. He’ll always be there to prove people wrong, defend her and stand by her. He’ll be there to catch her when the hate knocks her off her feet.
But most importantly: he’ll never ask her to change. Not her style, not her clothes, not her personality, nothing. He fell for her the way she is and for who she is, and he will never allow anyone to try to change her either. For someone who’s never had much support all her life, a single speck of support overpowers all the hate within the blink of an eye. Corpse will always be her knight in shining armor, the knight who defeated all the hateful demons by just entering her life. And though she’s still struggling with the ‘Am I good enough for someone so wonderful?’ and ‘He deserves better, doesn’t he?’ questions, with his hand holding hers, she’ll never let those doubts and insecurities overpower her.
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Your opinion on old fandom forums vs, fandom today?
I didn't answer this one last night as I wanted to be able to type out a proper response, and one that's partly adapted from an essay I wrote back in 2016.
As a fandom old, I’ve spent a long time in fandom spaces. I did my time with writing slash and het ships, but I always loved writing stories for me about people like me. I have witnessed first-hand the rise and fall of listservs and live journal as places where people who liked femslash gathered to discuss their favorite shows. I know a lot of fandom history. When I comment on the events in fandom, it still comes from my position as a fan, not as a creative. I want to preface all of these thoughts with this.
Fandom used to be something that you didn't talk about. It was secret, never mentioned in public, zines and stories mailed back and forth across the country. The internet changed that, people's attitudes toward things like queer and trans identity changed that, people's want to see diversity on their screens changed that. Yet, at the same time, there is a whole new generation of young queer creatives emerging onto the writing scene who have grown up witnessing the rise and fall of these great, monolithic fandoms that exist beyond the space of shows themselves. More and more, networks, writers, and producers are paying attention to what the fandom says and to what they react to.
This is why I don't really like fandom these days, because I've seen both sides. I struggled with this working on Carmilla as someone who had been, and in may ways still was, a fan. I know fans have power, I've done things because I know fans have power. And yet, I felt like I'd lost my place in a community - in old fandom - because of this realization. And I myself asking questions about my place in new fandom. Questions that, most of the time, had no answers.
Is it valid to be both grateful for the acknowledgement of fan desires within the creative side of television and web writing and a little horrified by the amount of entitlement that any capitulation by those productions seems to engender within fans? Am I valid in feeling trapped by this feeling of wanting to be the best possible arbiter of representation and knowing that I can never be perfect because the perfection demanded by the queer community isn’t achievable? Does my voice even matter in fandom circles anymore because I’ve “crossed over” to the other side? Am I allowed to continue to speak critically about representation in shows that are not my own because I haven’t “fixed mine yet”?
I struggled with this when Carmilla was airing. I still struggle with it now, too, because I see how trolls on Twitter and Tumblr have reacted to folks like me speaking out about problems we see in our communities or within fandom. People like me aren’t allowed to criticize fandom, or fandom culture, because we’re no longer seen as truly a part of it: by being creators who can’t always live up to fandom’s sometimes unreasonable standards, we’re now considered just part of the problem. We can’t critique behaviors and call things out within this fandom community that should also represent us because when we do we’re hurting the fandom community.
Every queer creative out there has shouldered some of this hurt, I know I have. I stand by what I’ve said despite the backlash. If you cannot believe in the truth you speak, what good are you to a community looking to you for change?
Those who speak to the internal problems of fandom culture are shouted down. People with years of fandom experience, who are far more knowledgeable of the history of fandom (and especially the femslash corners of it) and presence in media than the present-day narrative setters, are shouted down and told that we are part of the problem. Creatives who speak out and criticize other works are treated equally poorly. The problem is that in refusing to look at the problems within our fandom spaces, and saying that everyone outside the group is to blame for the problems of poor representation, we are sticking our fingers in our ears and refusing to look at what’s wrong with us. We eat our own.
The queer community – and by extension the queer fandom community – functions like an ouroboros as far as I can tell. That’s the snake from Norse mythology that eats its tail, representing infinity but also representing the inevitable crush of our own bullshit as it comes down around us with the hopes of becoming a better community. There should be a place within this community for everyone, and yet it’s this same space that is preoccupied with gatekeeping characterized by constant infighting, identity policing, and silencing or invalidating opinions that don’t perfectly align with this vision of what is considered acceptable in the eyes of the thinking of the day.
Queerness is messy. There’s a lot of nuance to it. And there will always be people who want their own community within that umbrella of queerness. That’s a valid want. You want to be around people who are homogenous, because it’s when variety is introduced that feelings get hurt. But the existence of a community for marginalized people should not come at the detriment and degradation of other vulnerable people, nor should it come at the expanse of dismissing intersectionality within our community.
But instead, we eat our own. We dismiss trans headcanons like people in old fandom used to dismiss queer headcanons. We're doing the same bullshit, just rinsed and repeated, directed at a new set of people whose voices are smaller than the small specks of power new fandom has granted (cis, white) queer people.
We fight ourselves amongst because we feel as though we cannot fight the forces of our own oppression. We censor ourselves to make sure that we don’t say anything to upend the proverbial apple cart. We do this not because we’re afraid of the problematic elements outside of the community that could come into our community, but rather because we’re afraid of those within our own community who have the power to kick us out from under our own umbrella and back into the rain.
So when I think about fandom these days, I imagine this moment of losing community. I imagine the hurtful message sent, the dismissive post on the forum, the hateful tweet, actions that cost nothing when they are directed at creators, fan writers, fan artists. These people exist to create content that is to be consumed. They aren't human. They aren't even real. They're just the producers of content that fandom sucks up like a vacuum cleaner without bothering to engage with the creators except to demand more or demand better. Nothing makes you feel alienated from your community like realizing you only exist to produce for it and when you don't produce to standards, you are attacked.
What's worse is that a lot of folks in fandom don't even think about this these days. There's no risk in blasting off a message or a tweet. But social media is an echo chamber. It’s a hive mind, and it’s a place where people can get hurt, very badly, and very quickly. Social media should not be used as a weapon to badger the people trying to get into positions where they can create change, which is what I feel new fandom has done. But at the same time, new fandom has also become a space where voices can be uplifted, where people can be seen and heard who maybe weren't before.
So TL;DR, I think social media ruined fandom, I have a lot of baggage/trauma from working on a show as fandom was transitioning from old fandom to new fandom, and like... we have to be better to each other.
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For the soft tsun yandere couple... what about shoto, izuku and shinsou with the tsun reader offering to share their umbrella with them because they forgot theirs, and its raining a lot. after school, probably.
This is real cute. I like the idea that is all
Warnings: obsessive behaviors, implied possessiveness, delusional behaviors
Pairings: Shouto Todoroki x reader, Izuku Midoriya x reader, Hitoshi Shinsou x reader
Todoroki
-Listen this boy doesn’t have any real representation of a stable healthy relationship
-He doesn’t know what he’s looking for or what he’s feeling until it hits him in the face and then he won’t want to let go
-He knows that he doesn’t want to end up like his parents, but the temptation to grab on never let go when they show him even a little bit of kindness is too great
-It was pouring and he no choice but to wait it out but then there they are
-A cute little pout and gaze fixed straight ahead refusing to look at him and tugging on his sleeve
-“I-it’s pouring, w-we can share my umbrella just this once ok?” “That’s fine, you can go ahead I don’t mind wanting” “No! I-I mean, no let’s just go together, it’d be really annoying if you got sick so just take the stupid offer!”
-He didn’t really get it at first, but they were so insistent that he didn’t really think he had a say in the matter
-And they really are cute
-Clinging to him every time there’s a clap of thunder and immediately letting go
-It’s actually endearing to him when they get flustered and yell at him like it’s his fault
-He doesn’t know what the warmth he’s feeling is, but he likes it
-He wants to always feel like that, it’s just so nice
-It’s not until they get back to the dorms and they run straight to a friend of theirs that it dawns on him that they’re his warmth
-And the cold anger that bubbles up suddenly is scary, but the shy smile they give before quickly looking away is all he needs to know that he has to make sure that stay his warmth by any means possible
Midoriya
-Congrats tsunchan, you’ve unlocked your own personal human puppy
-He’s definitely already taken notice of them and how strong and seemingly independent they are
-He’s the delusional type of yandere, he’s already got this little fantasy of a relationship with them
-It’s just about convincing them that they’re meant for each other!
-So despite their snippy insistence that he leaves them alone and stop following them everywhere he believes that they’re just being shy
-I mean he’s right, but shh
-Anyways he’s completely convinced that they love him back and he’s just so infatuated with them
-They even gave him a cute little nickname, it was definitely meant as insult but whatever Inuzuku
-Isn’t it just so sweet that his darling sweetheart would call him their puppy like that?
-He’s so busy day dreaming that he almost doesn’t realize that he was about to walk out in the rain
-They actually stopped him by pulling him back and huffed about him being dumb for it
-“I swear your hopeless! You’ll catch a cold like that dumby!” “Ah! Sorry I wasn’t paying attention so-” “Why are you apologizing? Never mind just here hold the umbrella well go back together” “Really?! You’re so kind (Yn)chan!” “D-don’t make it weird stupid Inuzuku! You’ll just be annoying if you got sick! It doesn’t mean anything got it!”
-Just more proof to him that they love him and are just shy about it
-So cute!
Shinsou
-He’s actually pretty likely to intentionally pick fights with or trying to fluster them
-He’s got a pretty sarcastic sense of humor and he can tell that they’re not intimidated by him or his quirk so naturally they become subject to his teasing
-Honestly it’s almost looks like bullying if you didn’t know any better
-But they push back against him
-Trading remarks and never hesitating to respond to his questions without a fear
-He knows that he’s become hooked on them and it’s definitely not the healthiest thing
-But he doesn’t care
-Their subtle signs of excitement when they see him
-The smile that they try to hide and deny ever happened
-The complete trust he’d never try to take advantage and use his quirk on them
-It’s all so amazing to him and he doesn’t care what he’s gotta do to maintain it
-He’d even go as far as creating reasons to be close
-Like “forgetting” his umbrella knowing that they’d feel bad enough to share with him
-“How did you forget it? You’re supposed to be smart you know” “You think I’m smart Kitty? How sweet” “I-I oh shut up! Picking on someone you need a favor from is a stupid thing to do!” “Hmm? I just asked a question though, how is that picking on you?” “I- ugh! That’s it find a different way back or walk in the rain for all I care! I’m going!”
-They did not in fact go without him
-They instead took two steps forward, heard thunder, turned back around and tugged him with insisting that they just didn’t want to be the reason he died in a thunderstorm
-The fact that they made him hold the umbrella so they could cling to his arm means nothing
-Shut up
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✧ pygmalion!au [ningguang]
notes: btw idk how commissions from museums work i just made the process up LMAO and this one's kinda angsty? i mean, it is the pygmalion greek myth so iykyk. also, i describe this figurine of ningguang here but w/o the colour... i've linked it in case any1 needs the reference. (btw, this is not set in ancient greece specifically)
only yesterday had you been commissioned by an art gallery in the capital to create a piece for their up-and-coming collection titled desire, love and identity. yet here you are, slaving away to make the perfect image you had in your head come into fruition. your vision is exquisite once sketched on paper—you can't find any faults in it so you take the risk.
as soon as your chisel meets the marble, a feeling so invigorating dominates your body. no further references are necessary as you place your trust entirely on your hands, coarse from the labour. you find such mindless toil addicting and you work day and night, only stopping for a half-baked meal and the odd collapse into bed.
for months, love streams out of the tips of your fingers and through your sculpting tools to arrive at the stone figure. you sincerely hope the intimate emotion has been reached.
when you finish, you wipe the bead of sweat running down your forehead, rest the other palm on your hip and take slow steps backwards all while maintaining eye contact with the statue. a wave of sweet relief hits you and you fall to the floor, uncontrollably sobbing into tired hands that still grip the hammer and chisel.
it's beautiful.
you stagger, struggling to get up with your bruised knees while clumsily wiping the tears off your stained cheeks. setting the instruments aside, you lift your head to admire your handiwork up close. a woman made of stone sits elegantly atop an oriental chair, crossing her smooth, white legs over each other. her left elbow is propped on the arm of the chair while on the other side, a long smoking pipe is balanced between gloved fingers. around her lies an assortment of objects: a vase containing scrolls, a floor lamp, and a charmingly decorated folding screen.
you see, you had already thought it all out. you'd imagined ningguang's preferences for a life of luxury, her affinity for constructing and sprucing up interiors. she would be a master of the trades and a woman who likes to keep an air of mystery around her. and like how you increasingly project her to be more of a person than she ever will be, there is a creeping concern in the corner of your mind that you will lose your rationality just as quickly.
the sculpture's body is clad in a qipao with a slit that reveals alabaster skin below the waist. the dress—embellished with patterns and neat linings—hugs her figure and shows off a lean build. the extensive train and sleeves of the fabric are shaped curvaceously to mirror the flow of a waterfall. and her face. the section you strived so hard to refine. she stares at you with an imperious expression and a hint of a smirk. her gaze, so piercing, makes you avert your eyes in shyness but you find yourself gravitating back to her profile.
you muster up the courage to draw closer to your creation and unconsciously stroke her cheek with your thumb, captivated. if she were an empress, you'd be a common peasant—undeserving of setting your sights on such a goddess. you can feel your soul being sucked into eyes devoid of emotion—of anything, actually. after all, the woman sitting before you is not a person but an inanimate object.
the weeks following the completion of ningguang—which is the name you've picked up the habit of calling her—are spent in said lady's company. every minute of every day, you surround yourself with her presence as if she is your closest friend. you eat with her, tell her your troubles, even going so far as to decorate her with various types of jewellery and bringing her gifts you think she'd like.
"thank you," you whisper. "for always listening to me." in truth, you're always so immersed in your work that you forgot what conversations could feel like. though, you fear your art would never be on par with something so transcendent ever again.
you become curious, wondering what she would be like if the nymph in front of you were not just a figment of your imagination.
you perch yourself on top of ningguang's stone-cold lap and trace the contours of her visage. you inspect each crease on her lips and the minuscule crinkles in her eyes, applauding yourself for the well-crafted details. you don't know what possesses you but you close your eyes and press your lips against hers, hoping that once you open them, a living being would erupt from underneath the marble. but, of course, as soon as the light hits your retinas, ningguang is as unmoving as ever.
realising what you've just done, you drop off of her thighs and laugh anxiously. however, you could've sworn that you had felt warmth in the lips of your beloved muse.
"i've finally gone mad!" you cry aloud.
hell, you say to yourself, is it even possible to fall in love with such an... an artefact? you dismiss your glaringly obvious infatuation.
"nonsense," you mutter under your breath, sensing your heart breaking slightly. how can something so painfully humanlike also not be human at the same time? you must've caused a tremendous atrocity in your past life to have made the gods harbour a grudge against you. of all things, you'd never have guessed that a lifeless piece of art would be the object of your desire.
you can't bear to look at the handcrafted lady any longer and with an anguished face, cover her with a large cotton cloth. the plan was to wait until you could hand the statue over to the curators and try to ignore its existence until then.
for a few days, you act according to the plan, going about your daily routine but eventually, your stoic demeanour crumbles. you lock yourself in your room refusing to eat or believe that your affection would never be returned.
during the hours of sunlight, you weep under your sheets, drowning in self-inflicted sorrow. and at night, you do the same, lamenting over the loss of what could've been your true love. she would've been so perfect in your eyes, your other half, and the only one who could calm this growing turmoil!
the reality pains you. hence, you do the only thing you can do: you pray. you pray to the gods for a miracle, that the light of your life would stride into your room and pull you from the depths of despair... but she never does.
your last day "cohabitating" with the sculpture has arrived and for the first time in—what felt like—an eternity, you open the doors to your workshop. taking a deep breath, you unveil the stationary maiden.
it's still as beautiful as you remember.
you give it a sad smile, wanting to get its departure over and done with. you manoeuvre about the room to prepare the things for the movers who're due to come in a couple of hours. while you go down your little list of errands to be done, you cough and bat away the smoke—wait, the smoke? frantic, you spin around, eyes darting everywhere in search of its origin until they land on the smoking pipe you so intricately moulded for the commissioned piece.
it's strange, you don't recall colouring the statue. and how on earth is smoke coming out of the pipe? suspicious, you approach the motionless entity and almost stumble when you spot its chest rising.
oh lord! — i really must be descending into madness! you clutch your head, clawing at your hair in hysteria.
"stop, please don't hurt yourself." the sound of a low, worried voice penetrates your ears. you shut your eyes tight.
"no, the gods have cursed me! i mustn't listen to your poisonous words!" you exclaim. your state of agitation is alleviated when the woman caresses your tensed arm.
"what has happened to you? i haven't seen you lately either." the tone is more soft and more tender than you had imagined. you release your grip.
"is it really you, ningguang?" your voice cracks at the end, and the woman you sought after witnesses your features twist into an expression of longing and hope.
"yes, my darling. i dare not go anywhere else."
helplessly, you rush to cup her face to check for heat, for the blood traversing under her skin—anything that would prove that your sweetheart is truly alive and breathing. and when you do get the confirmation, you beam, trying to withhold tears born from elation.
you bend down to kiss ningguang, who is still seated on the chair, once, twice, and three times to rid your scepticism. oh, deities! she's real.
"i love you," you declare.
"i know." you watch as the same creases you'd etched on the corners of her eyes spread into a loving half-moon shape and you kiss her again.
you reach a conclusion: you couldn't give away your lover—let alone a live person—to be displayed as part of a museum exhibition so when the workers arrive, you hide your muse away in another room. you apologise profusely and spin a lie, rambling on about how you had nothing to relinquish for the piece you had prepared had been oh-so-viciously stolen by a mob of trespassers!
the movers share with you their sympathies and ask what the work of art looks like and maybe they could sort something out with the authorities. nodding, you recount—so ardently—the details of your divine maiden. you feel heat rush to your face, chuckling when you realise that you'd run your mouth for too long.
in response to this, the two labourers exchange dubious looks as they peer at the static sculpture standing in the middle of the studio—its appearance unmistakably matching your elaborate description.
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