I keep seeing people say "nonononono Whirlpool wanting to marry the Actual Child is not him being a pedophile, but rather him wanting to shape her so that, when she is an adult, she marries him and let's him have all the power" which like. that's still grooming. Even if we ignore the fact that Whirlpool went after what is essentially a six year old child and immediately wanted to start the same process he did for Anemone when he saw Auklet (LITERAL NEWBORN), like that's textbook grooming. What you described is grooming. Whirlpool is grooming Anemone into being a submissive and weak dragon who only obeys him and let's him gain control of the throne. He's not a good dragon at all, pedophile or not
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okay to those of you who saw my last rb and care about my stupid guilty gear au. i NEED to rant right now. Massive long winded about bedkari (aka bedman x hikari, my stupid ship that’s part of reverie of rebirth) under the cut. Be warned they’re so toxic yuri
i just realized. The cornered pray analogy exactly how the dynamic between Romeo and Hikari is. The lamb preparing for their slaughter specifically is. Exactly them. But the thing is… The roles are swapped in a way.
Romeo, of course, has sheep elements. Those are a huge part of his design- Even in his canon story as well. He’s a lamb being led by a shepherd. He’s naively being led along by Ariels, she calms him when he rebels or lashes out against her, and she led him all the way to his eventual slaughter. He’s the lamb.
But with Hikari, he gets to be the shepherd.
Hikari is a yokai. She’s powerful. I wrote her to be powerful on purpose. She could be fatally wounded and survive, not even batting an eye due to her lack of pain receptors. Which she does. Right when she first meets Romeo. He tries to kill her, and yet she’s unfazed. She doesn’t care. She didn’t feel anything, and she knows she wants to be near him no matter what. All that’s important is pleasing him.
Basically all Hikari knows is Romeo. When she first met him and emotionally latched onto him, she had only recently awoken and still had all her emotions. All her emotions were developed around Romeo’s guidance and treatment of her, which basically just meant being his little assistant, aiding in his war crimes, and associating joy with his slightly harsh treatment.
All Hikari knows is showing her neck and stomach to Romeo.
When comparing the specific animal motifs of both Romeo and Hikari, it’s really fun to see the contrast. Hikari has the designs element of the predator animal, while Romeo has motifs of the prey. However, those roles are swapped in terms of their behavior. Romeo is abrasive and only begins to show care towards his yokai companion after months in his presence, while said companion innocently follows his commands and accepts anything he throws her way- Naively believing every word he says like it’s gospel. A little cat blindly loving the cruel shepherd. It’s a beautiful parallel that honestly was not intentional.
The sheep bares its teeth and bites into the neck of the two-tailed cat.
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i don't dislike witchcraft because i'm skeptical of the possibility of the spiritual, far from it. i dislike it because i deeply resent the fact that there's an entire industry that allows brands to slap the word 'witchy' on products and sell them at exorbitant prices to scam largely neurodivergent people who struggle with unreality, that's being actively fed into by a community that lures them in with harry potter nostalgia and tiktok aesthetics, that's built of an utterly unscientific melting pot of cherry picked history where if any actual research is done beyond pinterest boards and books bought from spencers, will lead to either blatant cultural appropriation, or dump you directly in the middle of the pyramid of conspiracy theories thats like one step under the antisemitic point of no return into viking romanticizing, white people dreadlocks having, aliens-build-the-pyramids, white supremacist paganism
pinterest witchy kids, if you see this, please please do not buy that 45$ quartz crystal from etsy, especially if its to protect yourself from abusive family or something. it is not going to work, you're gonna need that money to move out one day, and whether the person selling it realizes it or not, youre being scammed.
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I don’t think of you
Note: TW for the F-Slur, mentions of suicide, mentions of rape, manipulation. Men in general
For anyone from irl who thinks they know who I’m referring to- yeah it’s probably who you think it is xD not against confirming for you either just shoot me a text lmao
Anyway- enjoy!
I don’t think of you anymore.
Not of your guitar, not of mine in your hands.
I don’t think of your music, static with age, I don’t think of the way you eventually let me ruffle your hair, or the time you brought a pocket knife to my birthday and practiced throwing it at the tree in my yard.
I don’t think about the time you told me to jump out of a second story window - how you meant it - how I thought of listening.
Or the time you so easily explained that all my friends thought I was brain damaged, how you made it sound like I should be grateful for the sympathy that was your friendship - because nobody would be my friend unless they thought there was something wrong with me
Not the time you told me you were allowed to call me a faggot because you were bisexual
I don’t think about the way my best friend’s name sprayed like venom from your throat
How you blamed her for your acidic version of love. How you blamed her for refusing to let it burn her.
I don’t think of how the word “rape” was often paired with laughter, coming from you.
How it that moment you reminded me of another boy. Another boy with straight hair the colour of damp straw.
How you both only cared about me because I made myself so small that you could take up more space than you were due.
I don’t think about you.
But I am wearing the shirt your mother bought me for my birthday, because you couldn’t be bothered to get me a present, as I write this. It didn’t fit when you gave it to me, and I’ve never even watched Star Wars, but I wore it to sleep every night, convinced it was proof I had a friend who cared about me.
I found a video of you in my bedroom, the lights were red, your hands caressing my guitar. It was broken but you still made beautiful music with it.
I found pictures from our last days of school, I found your smile hidden in the background.
And I smiled too. And I didn’t remember the way you made me feel bad for existing too loudly.
I didn’t remember the way your mother did not recognize me when were met in the grocery store - or how I wasn’t scared of her, how I smiled when I saw her.
I have a bad habit of trusting boys made of flames with hair the colour of wet straw
But I do not think of them.
And I do not think of you.
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