#suicide leopard

[putridpride]

TRAGIC LOVE SONGS TO STUDY TO VOL. 5

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[callmeurrbunny]

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[hauntedrose555]

Live fast

Die young

Bad girls do it well

[lindsayribar]

Much has been made of the "I had a dream about you last night" scene in 2x02. Specifically the thing where Ed very likely intended for Izzy to shoot Ed, then himself -- and when Izzy wouldn't shoot Ed, Ed left the gun with him. When Izzy's gunshot rang out, correctly indicating that he'd tried to shoot himself, Ed was unsurprised. It wasn't the whole plan, but it was part of it.

Much has also been made of the unique cruelty of this: of Ed giving Izzy a loaded weapon, knowing how he would probably use it. I don't disagree. In fact, I think the only thing in this show that can possibly parallel the up-close-and-personal under-the-skin cruelty of that moment is in 1x10, when Izzy says "I should have let the English kill you" and tells Ed that what he's become is "a fate worse than death." These guys know how to get at each other in ways that no one else can even dream of. It's why most of my favorite Ed/Izzy or Ed&Izzy fic contains the "two men who make each other worse" tag. Ed's cruelty to Izzy is physical. Izzy's cruelty to Ed is emotional. They're both masterfully manipulative, and both kinds of manipulation work. It's such fucking good writing.

I'm rewatching 2x02 today, though, and something new occurred to me about that gun scene. In those first two episodes of season 2, we see Ed setting up three possible ways to kill himself:

Break Ned Low's raid record, thereby getting Ned's attention; Ned will probably try to kill him, and Ed will probably let him

Give Izzy a thousand reasons to hate him, then hand him a gun; Izzy can do Ed's dirty work for him

Sail the ship directly into a storm, remove the wheel, and hope for the worst

He's presumably accomplished the raid-record goal by this time, since we don't see any more raids between that scene and Ned coming after him. I'd also bet real money that, by the time Ed walked down those stairs with gun in hand, he already knew where that failsafe storm was, and how much time it would take to sail there. In Ed's mind, however this ends, he's going to die, and it's almost inevitable the crew will die with him. Izzy included.

By giving Izzy a gun (and, by extension, some agency), Ed is giving Izzy the opportunity to end things on his own terms. Izzy won't have to wait for the storm to kill him, or for Ned to torture him to death if that's what happens first. He can decide his own fate; Ed knows that Izzy, unlike himself, probably isn't "too scared" to try to do it himself.

And, look, I'm not calling this kindness or anything. It's still cruel. Every single thing Ed and Izzy did to each other from 1x09 through 2x02 was cruel. But it does, from a certain point of view, feel a little bit like mercy.

[faggylittleleatherboy]

And I’m probably the only one but I don’t really think the end of Banana Fish is sad lol

I think it’s the happiest it could be.

That’s the happiest someone like Ash could be, there was nothing else for him, he couldn’t possibly go to Japan because all he would do is endanger Eiji. He couldn’t keep living in New York because there was nothing for him there. So in that moment he was the happiest he could possibly be. Eiji loved him and that’s all he needed.

He was happy for the first time without anything bad happening.

And yea he had a moment of illusion when he was running towards he airport because he thought that maybe he could have more. But being stabbed brought him back to reality, that was his reality, that type of thing would always follow him around, and he didn’t want to bring that to Eiji.

He climbed way too high and there he couldn’t really turn back at that point. So he just let go. And he was happy when he did, probably for the first time in his life.

[ch3rryc0kesucker]

[ein-schnee-sturm]

Canon Divergence & Worldbuilding

Nicholas Schnee was a Polar Bear Faunus with a non-visible trait — hair-like fur covering most of his body, as well as simply his sheer size. For both love and a foothold in Atlas, he married Duchess Wilhelmine von Adalbrecht; the only child of her family’s main branch, with historic ties to Atlas’ former Royal Family. As a show of goodwill and love, she took her husband's name, and after the wedding christened her home as Schnee Manor.

Wilhelmine and Nicholas’ only child, Willow, was also born a Faunus; her trait being a Snowy Owl's ear tufts, which blended into her hair when it was down or not otherwise tied out of her way. Although Wilhelmine and her parents were accepting of Faunus, the reality of their world was that most weren't; Willow grew up knowing to be both proud and cautious of her heritage, telling only those she knew could be trusted.

Trained in the use of a sword since she was olde enough to hold the weapon, Willow dreamed of being a Huntress, which both of her parents supported. (The title of Duchess was worth only what stock old aristocrats gave it, and Nicholas could easily run the Company until Willow was older.) Atlas had no Combat Schools, but the young woman was just as well trained; Academy Exams would be easy.

Then, at sixteen, she saved Jacques Gele from a massive — possibly Elder — Boarbatusk. Falling for him was easy; he charmed her, and even though her parents were a bit concerned, letting him have her was easier still. At seventeen, instead of enrolling at Atlas Academy, she was both a new mother and a new bride. (She told herself it wasn’t a shotgun wedding; her parents disagreed.)

When Willow was twenty-two and Winter was five, Wilhelmine died, and Nicholas was diagnosed with Dust Lung. Having been close with her parents, her mother’s death broke something inside Willow, leading to what had been only drinking at dinner or social events turning into drinking most of a bottle throughout the day. After that, Winter was mostly raised by servants, spending as much time with Nicholas as his illness allowed.

By the time Weiss was born five years later, Nicholas was on his last legs, and Jacques had shown his hand. (The Company was already his, so he didn’t need to bother with pretense, anymore.) Save for during her pregnancy, Willow’s drinking had steadily increased, as she considered it her only means of coping with everything happening around her… even if she didn’t know her oldest child very much.

Aside from a wet nurse for the first year, Winter took it upon herself to essentially raise Weiss, with the help of the kind butler — Klein; — who Nicholas had hired as his health prevented him from being with his beloved grandchildren more and more. For as long as they could, the three worked together to shield Weiss from the ugliness of their family as much as possible.

Despite her drinking, Willow still made something of a token effort — sometimes attending recitals and concerts, joining the family for dinner from time to time, etc. — but said efforts were few and far between. The more abusive Jacques became, the more her children grew into strangers, the worse her father’s illness got, the more she drank. And then she discovered her third pregnancy.

Perhaps a misguided part of her thought the baby would fix things. Whatever it was, Whitley was born early, due to the trauma of Nicholas sudden death. (Given how much she loved her parents, Jacques’ sneering logic that she should’ve been prepared just made it that much worse. The trauma of said death triggering premature labor almost made Willow almost gave up, but a mixture of love and guilt kept her alive.

Whitley was named by his older siblings; Weiss didn’t know any better, and Winter hadn’t been raised to care about the Naming Rule of Wilhelmine’s family. With their mother withdrawing completely into the bottle after that, a cataclysmic fight between herself and Jacques the final straw, once again Winter was left to fill Willows shoes. But Winter quickly realized a problem.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place — enroll at Atlas Academy, and come back to get her siblings when she legally/safely could vs staying to directly shield them, and try to get them out with no safety net when she was legally of age — she spent a year agonizing over the only two options she could see. In the end, she chose to enroll in the Academy, in the hope that she could secure outside help.

The day she left, taking only the clothes on her back, a massive fight between herself and Jacques broke out. When he couldn’t make her budge with screaming and threats of far worse than just the physical abuse she was used to, he sneered that a real woman wouldn’t want to do something so barbaric. Rather than retaliate verbally, Winter had dropped her aura, and pulled out a switchblade.

She let the gash from cheekbone to cheekbone across the bridge of her nose bleed for a full five minutes, before allowing her aura to heal it. After that, and everything else, Winter probably should have been expecting that Jacques would launch a smear campaign against her; he loved throwing public tantrums, after all. Disowned, and thus almost completely cut off from Weiss, her first year was a special kind of hell.

The second was worse. A misunderstanding that got blown out of proportion ended with Weiss severing contact completely, leaving only the few tidbits of information Klein could covertly send her to let her know that Weiss was alive and doing as well as possible. The first news she got was of Weiss having some kind of episode, which resulted in the younger Schnee being half blind. Winter never forgave herself for it.

Graduating at the top of her class, with the highest honors the Academy had seen in at least a decade or more, Winter was immediately ranked Lieutenant when she joined the Atlas Military. (Whether it had something to do with the rigorous “extra credit” missions General Ironwood sent her on, or the fact that she’d forced herself through officer school at the same time, she didn’t know.)

Keeping her head down and devouring every task and mission assigned to her with ferocious dedication accelerated her rise through the ranks. Some of the brass questioned promoting her so quickly, but not even they could deny that she went above and beyond in getting excellent results (and they were often out-voted anyway). At twenty-six, the General tasked her with a new mission: Care for the dying Fria, and come the Winter Maiden.

To learn that magic and a shadow war existed was one thing; to actually wield such power was another entirely. The only thing that broke her razor focus, was receiving a sudden call from Weiss a few months before the start of the new school year. Hearing that Jacques had fused a Geist with Nicholas’ old armor was infuriating (how dare he desecrate Opa’s memory like that?!), hearing about his “test” for Weiss nearly made her crack her Scroll.

Although Winter couldn’t do anything about the years between them, what she could do was dip into her savings (which she very rarely used, as the Military provided what she needed, for the most part) and take Weiss to buy some clothes that were more to their comfort — clothing that made them feel like themself, rather than Jacques’ little painted doll — starting with a binder.

Then she saw them off to Beacon.

[gi11ua]

the first $chlegel show was played last night a video will lbe out soon

enjoy the new music video while we wait

[newl0ndonfire]

while it’s great that being at my mom’s means I don’t have to deal with my dad’s blatant bigotry, it also means that I have to listen to her prattle on about things that are incredibly irrelevant (and I don’t care about in the slightest) in addition to being around her messes with my already fucked eating habits while she says shit that fucks with my eating more. she’s also bigoted but not intentionally like my dad and doesn’t bring it up nearly as often

[cittythekitten]

Info dump again. I kind of lost some of my motivation to turn the CAREFREE story into a comic or animatic. If I did then that would be cool. But if not then I might just leave you guys hanging. It's no one's fault. I just can't focus on one thing at a time that's all. But I might write the story either here or on my Wattpad. Its a pretty short story now that I think about it. I have the rough story of it. I just need to write in a more... creative way I suppose. But yes. I have a problem with focusing. Its just a me thing. Anyway, here's some info dump without anyone asking. Cross was Saber's former trainer. (I like calling him Sabi and so are Killer)

[jaguarhabit]

TAGS.

[sk3tch404]

Late Night Hanma Blurb

A/n: Thought abt this during an itty-bitty road trip today. Smoker Hanma does smth to the chemicals in my brain. Forgive me for any lengthy bad writing. I've had a long day and I just wanna yip yap about one of my fav crazies 🙇

CW: Hanma can give two shits about your lung health but chooses not to when he feels like it, intimidation, threats of forced drug usage, sometimes forced participation in violent activities, thoughts of lovers suicide/murder(?), and whatever other yappin I put in here.

Hanma who smokes a fuck ton and doesn't mind giving you the good ol' second-hand effects of it, but absolutely detests you doing it on your own.

He snatches the stick from your mouth and holds it up and away from you with a small grit in his teeth. Hanma glares down in some curiosity but clearly squints in irritation.

"The hell is this? Don't tell me I'm being a bad influence on you now. If I catch you with one of these again, I won't let you off the hook so easily. You got it, Y/n?"

When you retort, telling him it's no different from when he does it and it is your own choice whether he likes it or not, he merely scoffs with a tilt of his narrow head. Throwing down the cigarette, the sound of his sneaker stomping and scraping it out against the pavement echos through the air with an annoying presence. Shuji demands the rest of your stash with a looming stare that can only put you into a state of sinking discimfort.

"Come on, don't be stubborn. Ya know, if you wanna do it so bad, why don't you try the whole pack? Mine too since it's a shitload better than that cheap stuff."

Reluctant on suffocation and early lung cancer, you begrudgingly hand over your smokes to him. Hanma smacks down on the box with an evidently loud shot of noise and slides it out of your palm--- pocketing it. He stretches out narrow smile as he leans down towards you.

"See, now it ain't so hard to listen."

He's still ticked off by the fact you think you can do whatever to your body without his permission, but since Shuji is so generous, he'll let you learn from your mistakes. See, he can be nice.

Don't test him though. Next time you're caught defying his selfish wishes, he's beating you down with degrading language and probably also beating whoever was involved. The convenience store employee that sold you the cigs, vape, or maybe even chewing tobacco? Yeah he's taking out his held back frustration on them. Bro is jumping over the counter and tearing their shit up.

Avoiding him because of his brutal and honest-to-God psychopathic personality? Now that's just cruel. Shuji is dragging your ass by the back of your shirt and pushes you to his motorcycle. The leopard print on the back of the bike makes you wanna barf every time you see it, but you got to keep it down if you wanna have enough energy to deal with him. He'll take you out no matter where you are at in that point of time and make you remember who he is; who you think you're messing with.

"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you? Aim for the nose. That's easy for amateurs like you. Actually, lemme show you how to really deliver a jaw breaker-"

Yeah, he'll show you just how bad it can get with some random thugs on the street. You should be grateful with how gentle he's treating you. Instead of ending up with facial fractures, you have nice dates and thoughtful gifts. He's even teaching you a few tricks. How lucky can you get?

"I'm all done. Shit, I'm starved. Let's go grab a bite to eat, kay?"

Hanma thinks the only way you'll ever keep paying attention to him is if he keeps you and your actions in line. If you go off doing your own thing, his usually unmoving heart can't just stand there and watch you slowly leave him. Despite the negativity be brings into your life, he actually gets really fuckin anxious when he doesn't know or understand what you're doing. It's so troublesome how you make him feel. Yeah, being bored as shit is bad, but seeing you, the only thing that could ever bring him down to his knees unwillingly, slip away with nothing but disdain for him? Fuck no. He won't accept it. Shuji would rather kill you and then himself than have to bear the strange feeling of pain, or what other people call heartbreak, by his lonesome self.

Should he ever say he loves you, that would be the point of no return for the both of you. His hands have you tight in his clutches. No way out, no way back in for anyone else.

[weebsinstash]

Ok! OK! Back to normal posts! Or at least normal for over here!

So I've been getting a lot of Hazbin and Helluva content in my YouTube feed recently and, as an interesting but also kind of disappointing fact, the way a Sinner dies directly influences how they appear in Hell. If you drown on a sinking ship like Baxter (scrapped side character who still has an enamel pin for some reason?), you might have an aquatic fishy look. Angel Dust died of a drug overdose, and he now has a prominent heart on his chest symbolizing the heart attack he died from

So, like. Obviously there are cool ideas on how maybe you could catch attention or appear down there, but, could you imagine how fucked you would be with like literally any yandere HH/HB character if you go down there very obviously dead from suicide. Platonic, romantic, sexual, it doesn't matter. You can't keep that shit secret

Charlie meets you and you're like a zebra with horizontal stripes and she thinks you just look so neat and interesting, and wow you're so sweet amd fun actually, what are you doing down here? And then she sees you have stripes going vertically down one or both of your forearms and she suddenly feels a little hope die inside of her because, what does it MEAN for someone like you to be in HELL for... suicide? That's not your fault! That's so sad! She would vow to be your new best friend and do her best to give you an amazing afterlife to make up for all the time you didn't get to have "up top"

Angel accidentally walks in on you changing and sees you have a heart on your chest and is in instant sibling mode because he knows the second Val sees that he'll go crazy for it since he loves that aesthetic (Also extra bad luck if you're chesty and the heart is like in between your boobs or like you know nestled in your cleavage or whatever because then you're getting forced into constant push-up bras) but, also, if you were an addict, that means you're vulnerable. For Val, that makes you a target, and for Angel that means you're probably miserable and spiraling like him and he doesn't want to see you go down the same roads he has

Alastor who meets a version of you that has a certain old timey kinda twang or is kinda theatrical and showtuney in your voice/mannerisms and maybe you glow a little and it's because you put your radio in the bathtub 💀 definitely don't let your extra special "platonic friend" find out you killed yourself from crippling loneliness, partially caused by not having a partner!

Valentino who sees you're literally blue-faced with a certain pattern around your neck and instantly knowing that this interesting little cutie he's curious about is an emotionally vulnerable mark. It won't be TOO hard to pour drinks down your throat and maybe lend you some of this joint until you're spilling all your intimate secrets, he figures

Blitz already has multiple instances of family trauma and feeling rejected and isolated, so how do you think he's gonna empathize if you're some.... yellow skinned aquatic demon who literally drank like a fish and died of liver failure/alcohol poisoning. The imp watching you get piss drunk all over again and bawling how you're a failure and no one will love you? You're crashing on his couch tonight cuz he doesn't wanna leave you alone. And also the next night. And the next. And the next.

Stolas certainly would be awfully sympathetic to a teen or adult child abused by their family and ending their life because of it, coming down to Hell with spots like a dalmatian or leopard from where you were beaten, and bright red on one specific patch of your hair from where you hit the ground after jumping from a great height

Annnnnnnd as a bonus, Asmodeus and a Darling with visible handprints on their neck who was choked to death during sex, so not only is he horribly protective of you as someone killed by a lover, the act of even being lovers something he considers pretty intimate and important, but also because you've now got these horrible sex related traumas and.... honey baby cutiepie, he's gotta fix all that if the two of you are gonna bone down something nasty. You're at least gonna let him cuddle, right 🥺

[just-antithings]

Something has happened in the Minecraft YouTube fandom

It’s such a mess… antis learned that an artist that was commissioned for one of SMajors thumbnails drew NSFW and attacked. Artist tried reaching out to Major about it and major basically said he didn’t want to get involved. But then on a live stream major basically threw the artist under the bus saying he didn’t know what proship was, just to save his own hide.

Which triggered another wave of attacks from antis. That ended in a full dox needing police protection and suicide watch. And deactivation of social media.

And it’s just awful. Major changed his boundaries just to save himself. For him it’s kinda a face eating leopard party, kind of thing. If antis had even an ounce of a real mission they would tear him apart. ‘So much flirting, queer, age gaps.’ Every thing they say they hate. I’m so tired of the hypocrisy.

ugh what a mess, I hope that that artist is okay

[izaizdead]

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[gi11ua]

killa on a killing spree