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[acacia-may]

Could I have 13 for the ask game please?

Thank you so much, Greta! 💐 I'd love to answer this question from the writing excerpt ask game for you. Apologies in advance for the ramblings 😅

13. A excerpt of my writing that helped me understand a character better

(Warnings: Discussions of childhood trauma and abuse. Black Clover spoilers)

I write a lot of character studies, but the scene that immediately came to mind when I saw your ask was the flashback sequence I wrote in "Breaking the Cycle" depicting the first time that Langris presented with and ever used his magic.

This whole story was actually written because a friend of mine irl had been asking me some genuine questions about why/how I thought Langris was abused. Emotional and psychological abuse is often extremely subtle, and we spend so little time in Langris's POV in the canon that there is some reading the lines that must be done on the part of the reader/watcher to really see and understand that he's also a victim of House Vaude, just in a different way than Finral. Writing that story and especially that flashback scene was kind of my attempt at showing what I think it was like for Langris to grow up in that very toxic environment.

While he didn't suffer the same kind of abuse as Finral, he suffered in his own way. I think that depriving a child of unconditional love (whether that be by flat-out rejecting them like Finral or making them "earn" love like Langris) is one of the most horrible things a parent can do to their child--it causes lasting problems that stick with someone long into adulthood, like an empty space in their heart that they'll constantly be trying to fill. Finral tries to fill it with flirting/validation from romantic relationships and Langris tries to fill it with achievements, but it's a similar wound for both of them.

It was very painful but really interesting to try to get into Langris' head and really see House Vaude from his eyes. I think it gave me a much deeper understanding of his character and everything that he had gone through.

This is a very long portion of that flashback sequence, but I had trouble cutting it down beyond this. I've put it under the cut because of the warnings for heavy subject matter, childhood trauma and abuse, and spoilers for Black Clover

“The Noble House of Vaude has produced the premiere spatial mages of the Clover Kingdom for centuries,” their father continued, towering over Finral intimidatingly and glaring at him with a look that lingered ominously like a heavy, dark cloud before a thunderstorm. Langris swallowed hard and something twisted in his stomach. “This worthless excuse for magic is an embarrassment to this family.” 

Turning away abruptly with a sharp wince, Langris shut his eyes. He swallowed hard as he felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder. When he turned to look at her, her face said what it always did: you have to do better. He knew this—had known it ever since Finral had presented with a magic power that only brought their parents shame, frustration, and disappointment—the only problem was he didn’t know if he could. He stayed awake at night hiding under the covers and trying to make the type of portals that his parents wanted but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t use magic of any kind. He wasn’t sure which would be worse: having magic like Finral’s or having no magic at all. He didn’t want to find out.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” Finral apologized again. His shoulders were trembling as his wavering voice grew softer, smaller. Langris’ hands began to shake as he watched the tears well up in his brother’s eyes. “I…I just don’t want to hurt anybody…”

“Useless coward! You’re a disgrace to this House,” bellowed their father. He huffed. “The humiliation—one son with such worthless magic and another who hasn’t shown any ability at all…” Feeling his father’s attention falling on him, Langris shuddered and recoiled. His insides were twisting, and he was torn between desperately wanting to run away and hide and being unable to move.

“Langris is still very young,” intervened his mother. “I’m sure he’ll present with a very powerful magic any day now.” Langris stared down at the ground under the weight of his mother’s tightened grip and pointed stare which warned louder than any words: you had better.

Langris’ toes curled up tightly in his shoes. He felt like he was going to be sick.

Finral turned to look at him with teary eyes, but he tried to smile at him slightly. “Let me try again…” he said wiping his eyes and taking a step nearer to Langris, stepping in between him and their parents, before trying to make another portal. It shined and shimmered in front of him before flickering and disintegrating. Langris had always thought it was remarkable that his brother could make something like that, when all Langris could ever do was stare at his empty hands desperately willing the appearance of portals that never came. Their parents, however, were always unimpressed.

“Pathetic,” scoffed their mother.

Their father frowned irately before shaking his head. “They’re getting even worse. Utterly worthless. You don’t deserve to call yourself a Vaude.”

Finral hunched over—seemingly curling into himself, and his eyes welled with tears again as he choked out a barely audible apology. “I’m sorry…”

“You incompetent good-for-nothing!” Their father glared at him. “And now you’re crying?” he scoffed in incredulous disdain at the tears that streamed down Finral’s cheeks. “As if it isn’t your fault that you’re wielding such ineffectual magic, you blubbering idiot.”

Finral sniffled and tried to wipe his eyes apologizing profusely, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I’m trying…I just can’t—” Whack. Langris flinched at the horrible slapping sound of his father’s hand striking Finral’s face and his brother’s painful whimpering.

“I told you to stop your whining and excuses!” their father thundered. Langris clinched his trembling hands into fists. His chest felt tight and heavy. Stop it. Make it stop. He desperately pleaded internally to someone…anyone…as tears poured down Finral’s face and he frantically and hopelessly tried to wipe them away as their father raised his hand again.

Langris’ heart beat faster and faster and his stomach warped and coiled into knots—a weight building up inside him too heavy for him to bear. His knees buckled, and he un-clinched his fists. Stop it. Stop! St…

Crash. Boom. Thud. A bright burst of blue collided with the nearby gazebo sending pieces of wooden debris flying. The world seemed to stop as the roof caved in and the structure collapsed on itself.

“Woah…” whispered Finral with wide eyes, but their parents were stunned into silence. Tears prickled in Langris’s eyes, and his heart was pounding so rapidly he was sure it was going to beat out of his chest. His whole body trembled as his father turned towards him, and he shut his eyes tightly flinching in anticipation of his father’s rage.

“That is spatial magic worthy of House Vaude,” said his father. His head reeling, Langris opened one eye in blinking disbelief.

“What wonderful power, Langris!” his mother exclaimed placing a hand on his head.

Langris blinked at them. Was this it? Was this the magic his parents so desperately wanted—the magic that somehow he possessed? It almost seemed too good to be true.

“I…the gazebo…” Langris began quietly and apologetically still completely bewildered by his parents’ reaction.

“We’ll have the servants clean it up,” answered his father dismissively before he turned his attention away from Langris to his brother. “Finral,” he began, and Finral looked up almost hopeful but his face fell immediately as his father said, “You would do well to wield your magic like Langris. You wouldn’t want the shame of being shown up by your younger brother again, would you?”

[kyraxyrespace]

Day Twelve - Peter Pan/Wendy Darling, Darling Pan (Peter Pan)

[kayunivy]

Hajime about Nagito:

Shuichi about Rantaro:

[a-haunting-of-endermen]

Now, I know the hermitcraft audience is nowhere near the majority of minecraft's playerbase but I still wonder:

If and how much Tango has changed the general perception of ravagers and the Warden, since building Decked Out 1 and 2.

[ryan1014n2]

Drawing in class again

[jokerislandgirl32]

Self Ship Promo 💜

Hello All! JIG32 here! Since I’ve never done a selfship promo and it’s my anniversary month with my main f/o, why not throw this out there!

I am a huge fangirl of villains and misunderstood characters, and I’m a selfshipper! If a character has light eyes, dark hair, a tragic backstory, a kind, silly, or goofy spirit, and a conflicted moral compass, I’m likely to fall for them!

My husband/main romantic f/o is Zach Varmitech from Wild Kratts, and my secondary romantic f/os are Arthur Fleck (Joker 2019) and Merrill Hess (Signs 2002).

I have a few other f/os that filter in from time to time: Angel Dust (platonic, my main hyperfixation atm), Gaston Gourmand (platonic), and 2018 Grinch (romantic).

I mainly devote this blog to Zach and Violet (Ziolet) and Wild Kratts content or Arthur Fleck content, but you’ll find a lot of interesting stuff on here to say the least! So, feel free to follow or interact!

💜 My Pinned Post (Please Read! This includes content on my blog, me, my ships: Pretty much anything you’d need to know!)

💜 Selfship Tag List (if you’d like to be added, just let me know!)

Pr0ship DNI, please!

[poppibranchlover]

Trolls Band Together is already getting closer, so I decided to draw the rest of BroZone (Branch, John Dory, Spruce, Clay and Floyd) in their current conditions! 💙💚💜💛❤️

I hope you like it! I think I kinda tried my best with what they actually look like right now after they’re all reunited throughout the film. 😁

[alizera62quartz]

Pastel Matt- Big Bro Danny chillin' with the Knicknacks

💚🤡💙

[rataticaisdreaming]

day 4 - scars @intrualityweek

Summary: Patton comes back to his room after a rough day just to find an injured duke waiting for him.

Pairing: AroAce Intruality (it/its for Remus - he/him for Patton)

Word Count: 967

Warnings: Blood / Injuries / Hurt/Comfort / Mentioned nudity

Coming back to his room after a hard day, Patton expected to breathe in the nostalgic scents, cuddle up to all of Thomas’ childhood plushies, play some soft tunes or put on a Disney movie while he played with some toys. All the comfort of his room and what he could do, look at old photos, laugh fondly at his kiddo’s old writing… Eat more than two cookies.

Patton saw all of that being thrown out of the window as soon as his eyes found a blood-clad duke sitting on his bedroom floor, lazily rocking side to side. The left side of its body was pure red, its whole self had big splatters of blood, sash ripped apart and oh…

It was missing its left arm.

The sight and the smell left Patton dizzy, so much he had to lean against the frame of his door. This was not how his day was supposed to go, he was supposed to snuggle in warm blankets and plush pillows. He was supposed to indulge in the comfort of his room to forget, distract himself from the unbearable reality that he was no longer needed, that his kiddos were not going to look up to him anymore and that-

“Patton?”

Oh. Oh, right. There was an injured side in his room…

There was an injured kiddo in his room!

“Oh my God, Re, love, I’m here. What do you need?!” he asked, jumping right into action. “An arm?”

“Don’t joke like that!” he reprimanded, softly punching it on the shoulder. This made Remus groan, a patient smile on its face.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry! Are you in pain? Can you walk? We need to go to the bathroom now.”

The creative side got up as an answer and carefully walked its way to the bathroom, Patton right by its side in case it needed assistance.

Once Remus sat on the bathtub’s edge, Patton started to quickly gather a towel, gauze and medical tape. His partner didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore, this made him sigh in relief as this made things way less stressful and difficult for Remus. Putting everything aside, he began to undress the duke.

“I’m sorry Pat…” it said in a tiny voice.

“Don’t apologize, dear. I know it has to be fun! All those battles you have in the imagination. I’ve healed your brother before, he tends to get in these situations as well.” he remembered with a sad smile.

Suddenly, that comment made him tear up a little and pause for a second. Roman used to get in those situations. Patton had no idea when the last time he took care of a tired, injured prince happened. He remembers how Logan used to playfully roll his eyes at the creative side’s whines and complaints, how Roman would let him take care of him no matter how small the scar was, how faint the pain was…

A red blur came into his view, it softly cleaned the tears that were starting to fall. Patton blinked a couple of times before clumsily lifting his glasses, rubbing his fists against his eyes, trying to get rid of his blurry sight. He took a deep breath and looked back at his partner. Remus was looking down at him with caring and understanding eyes, too tired to speak, but never too tired to show its affection for the moral side.

It leaned down to press soft kisses on Patton’s forehead, its right and only hand petting the messy locks of his hair. They rested their heads together for a bit, until Patton slowly moved back.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” he said, filling up the bathtub with warm water and helping Remus in.

“I know you’re worried, I am as well, if I'm being honest” he started, taking the towel and gently pressing against wounds and rubbing against healthy skin. “Can I talk to you about something while I clean you?”

The duke nodded, relaxing under its partner’s care.

“Things are not like they used to be. That scares me so much… Seeing how distant Logan and Virgil are, how Roman is losing his trust in me. I never seem to understand Janus… Poor Thomas got caught in this mess. It all feels like it's my fault.”

“I miss the days where our issues were so simple, discussing Disney movies and pizza toppings. We were so close back then. I was needed back then” he said, finally letting his main concern into the light. “Now, I don't think they need me, not in the ways they used to, at least.”

“I was planning on having a day for myself, you know? Self-care and all of that. I think that maybe, if I let days pass by… One day I’ll wake up and it will all be like it used to be.”

“It’s a silly thought. I know that won’t happen, I need to fix things first. I’m scared I’ll end up messing everything and it will all be worse… But I’m very thankful you’re here with me.”

Remus looked at him with a small tilt of its head, the scar on its left eye looked so beautiful tonight…

“I think this is the best self-care I can do for myself. By helping you, I feel needed, I feel useful again. It makes me very happy, Remus.” A loving smile and chuckle from his partner is all Patton needs to peck it on its lips. He knew that the things that would come were too big and scary, but for now he could take it one step at a time. For now, his duke needed his care. It needed him, wanted him. That healed more scars on his heart than he could ever heal on Remus’ body.

[link-sans-specs]

A Work of (f)Art

Rhett & Link

We 3D Printed Our Farts: A Journey Through Human Creativity

[acacia-may]

Black Clover fandom, can you please help me out and settle an arguement a discussion a friend of mine irl and I have been having? Thanks! 😊

[septic-selfships]

You are the shower of light I devour...

My name's Jasper, welcome to my selfship sideblog! I'm pan-aro and agender/dollgender. Most of my f/o's are somewhere between platonic and romantic, but all of my JSE f/o's definitely lean romantic. I'm mostly going to be reblogging stuff here, but I may occasionally do ask games too. I'll try not to be too NSFW over here because it's embarrassing lol.

My main f/o's at the moment are M.arvin the Magnificent (JSE Ego Media) and Antisepticeye/ALTR 114209 (JSE Ego Media), and I'm uncomfortable sharing Marvin! The only other f/o I'm uncomfy sharing is Heather D. (Heathers 1988). Otherwise I'm cool sharing, especially if we have f/o's from the same media!

Heart divider from @cafekitsune | profile picture from @florenceisfalling | blinkies from @bondedosegos

More stuff under the cut

My self insert is Valerie Hart, an 18/23 year old (depending on the f/o, 23 for the older ones) who loves writing and anything covered in hearts, bows, and frills. They use they/it/love pronouns.

I try to stay out of discourse, but I'm anti harrassment and will post dark content sometimes. Otherwise, the only other people I don't want interacting are ageless blogs, and minors should tread with caution because of the NSFW stuff (unless I know you from Main).

Most of my ships are perfectly fine, but Anti is... Anti, and that's where a majority of the dark content here will come from.

Text posts will be tagged with [#selfship], art and other visual stuff will be tagged with [#framed photos], stuff that reminds me of them will be tagged with [#aesthetic], gushes/adoration posts will be tagged with [#love letters], and selfship games will be under [#game time]!

My f/o's in alphabetical order:

D.emon Slayer-

Inosuke Hashibira (boar boy)

H.eathers 1988-

Heather Duke (Duke my beloved)

JSE Ego Media-

Antisepticeye (glitch bitch)

Jackieboy Man (hero boy)

(and my versions of both of them as a polyship)

Marvin the Magnificent (magic man)

Stacy Brody (princess in pink)

M.onster High-

CA Cupid (love genius)

Frankie Stein (G3) (sparked to life)

R.ainbow High-

Carmen Major (star shredder) (polyship)

Krystal Bailey (reporter on set)

Lola Wilde (Wilde heart)

Lyric Lucas (golden voice) (polyship)

Vanessa Tempo (rhythm royalty) (polyship)

Veronica Storm (bubblegum vampiress)

R.ide the Cyclone-

Jane Doe (headless doll)

Mischa Bachinski (bad egg) and Talia Bolinska (telephone fiancée) (polyship)

V.oid S.ilver

Sister Twin (dear sister) and Brother Twin (darling brother) (polyship)

I hope to have some fun over here!

[seogwail]

he's playing neko atsume

[ryan1014n2]

can I see the narrow gauge engines sleeping

I found these two all snuggled up together the other day

[bonestheghost16]

Re-watching heartstopper freaking out can 3 am hurry up 😫

[plugnuts]

we can’t be friends anymore. [insert super small tiny /j here]

Well someone wasn’t thinking critically 😔