#their combined impulse control is zero

[sometilememes]

the fact that i haven't seen anybody talk about the diving contest is insane

like mumbo's reaction to dying is to immediately do tricks off of the thing that killed him

and grian who is on one heart thought that it was an incredible idea and agreed without hesitation

what is wrong with them

[eluminium]

sometimes i think about how absolutely BANGER Gem's villain aesthetic was in Secret Life. Like, she's got this whole vibe of infection and disease around her and it slaps so hard. First you got the End portal stuff with her arm and eye when she goes Yellow (alongside the implication of her ripping out her own eye to use for the End Portal) and later you have her as Patient Zero for the boogeyman/zombie outbreak. And she kills just as indiscriminately as an epidemic would, including her own allies when they offer themselves to her. Hell, she kills Scott TWICE and technically kills Impulse twice too, once by her own hands and once when Bdubs kills him right in front of her to continue the spread of the curse.

And then you combine all this with the idea of her being a deer and it just gets better. Not only are deer prone to uncanny valley vibes, but they're also extremely susceptible to Chronic Wasting Disease, aka Zombie Deer Disease. Which is scary as shit, like all prion diseases. It literally eats away at the brain and leaves the animal a husk. And it's completely incurable, 100% fatal, and spreads easily (not to humans though, thank fuck.)

Now imagine this diseased horned prey creature hunting and killing whatever gets in its way while infections far beyond its ability to comprehend ravage its body and mind. And everything it kills comes back just as screwed up and terrifying. Very few can fight back against it, let alone slay it. No one is safe, the ones who survive either do so because they're Something Not Human (Grian the Watcher), Already Biologically Dead (ZOMBIECleo) or just got lucky and never got caught (Scott). However, there is one last piece of horror unaccounted for. The carrier, no matter how thin, no matter how much drool leaks from her mouth, no matter how erratic and unholy her behavior, is still aware. Still in control.

There's an independent will behind the spread.

[realredbanana]

Totally random thing, I’ve got no idea if this has already been mentioned but, Percy Jackson’s reasons for getting expelled were so obviously not his fault (I get that that’s the point), like:

‘See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn’t aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that… Well, you get the idea.’

I’m sorry but, both of those were a case of the adults being incompetent.

1) Why would you let a 9-11yr old, who is known for doing stupid and impulsive things, be that unsupervised on a school trip? (like, I knew kids who had to hold a teacher’s hand (and stay next to a teacher during lunch) the entire time because they did impulsive stuff that was nowhere near that extreme)

2) Why was the revolutionary war cannon functional? And if it was meant to be, why could kids get to it? And why did it have accessible ammunition? And how long was Percy out of a teacher’s sight for him to be able to load, “aim”, and fire a cannon? (I’m not saying Percy should’ve done it, but I am saying that it shouldn’t have been able to happen)

3) Why were the kids able to access the shark pool catwalk lever? How does the catwalk retract in order for everyone to fall in? If it went upwards, then everyone could, reasonably, walk back off the catwalk. If it went downwards, sure, everyone might fall in, but why would it go down? It might hit the sharks. If it retracts back into the wall, how fast would it need to be going for everyone to fall in? Also, why was the lever to control the catwalk on the catwalk? That seems like an atrociously bad idea. Also, just, generally, why were there not precautions in place to prevent this from happening? (Once again, not saying that Percy was right to do it, but he shouldn’t have been able to do it)

In summary, none of those events were completely Percy’s fault. It was literally just a combination of the sites having zero precautions in place and the adults not supervising him well.

[kinda-pushy-fem]

(tw: retroactive gender dysphoria, conscription, mindbreak(?), partial identity death, forcefem)

being assigned to a full neural synchronization mech previously piloted by a 20 year veteran who saw it all, the olympus mons campaign, the io incident, the battle of vesta, the whole works, but she’s been honorably discharged with her reflexes getting too slow to keep up even after being juiced up on a cocktail of amphetamines, H3X, and god knows what anti-aging serums the ranger corps keeps up their sleeve for ace pilots.

the first time your mind sank into the meld felt like being crushed under the weight of the ocean. any semblance of the idea of control was ripped away, your mind was grasped in a vice of carbon steel completely at the mercy of this alien intelligence. you wondered if it would just break you to pieces right there, shatter your psyche like glass across its firmware, fragments of you scattered in the cables and interface like shrapnel from an explosion.

instead it sculpted you. no fine piece of marble were you but it held you still and shaped your mind all the same, missing pieces filled in by scraps of stone and half vanished ghosts in the machine. vespers of thought course through your head, your first kiss, your first kill, your promotion to captain, and you scream into the void of zeroes and ones. these aren’t your memories, that isn’t you. 0.0007 seconds later in real time and less for you, it forces a tremendously complex set of synaptic impulses through the comprehensively bootstrapped biological computer you call your brain and you nearly pass out from the pain.

you are filled with unease, your body is wrong, the balance is wrong, what happened, you feel like a ghost in your own body your own life, it hurts it hurts it hurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithu-

a psychosomatic reaction the field hospital informed you, a rare but not unheard of occurrence. the mech was simply more familiar with a companion biological formatted in a slightly different way and saw fit to impose that on you. they had an informational pamphlet ready for you. the ungodly ache in your waist a combination of rapidly stimulated bone growth in the pelvis and female reproductive tissue beginning to accumulate from increasingly surplus material nearby being reverted gradually to stem cells. the accumulation of adipose tissue on your chest and the increasing rawness was likely to continue for several months at least before fully developing even under the highly accelerated regimen the mech had seen fit to implement. it recommended menthol chewing gum as an alternative to prodding the aching buds beneath your nipples. skin sensitivity and toughness liable to decrease sufficiently to warrant a higher grade jumpsuit to prevent g-induced skin tears. you can’t remember if you wanted this or not. part of you is screaming at all of it, how clinical it all is, but it gets quieter every day. it feels better than it did. it feels more normal. all those memories of you before melding, they hurt more and more, a stranger to yourself moving around like a puppet on strings. this is better.

this is better.

... I mean, that isn't exactly my thing, but. Yeah.

[imaginatorcreates]

Nimbasa Trio! Soul Resonance!

25 July 2024 — 30 July 2024

Summary: Lord Death calls upon the Nimbasa Trio to deliver a pep talk / demonstration to the students of DWMA. Along the way, Elesa (meister) reminiscences on how the three of them deviated from the standard path of fighting evil. Oh, and there's a Kishin egg somewhere in the mix, but the pep talk was more important.

Word Count: ~3.9k words

Author’s Note: Listen. Soul Eater gripped me back when I watched it years ago. It was only a matter of time before I started writing a Soul Eater inspired thing.

Important!: Please keep in mind that my knowledge on Pokemon is close to zero. I'm mostly here because of the Submas Twins. Most knowledge comes from Detective Pikachu (which I should rewatch), absorption of basic terms via mild osmosis (TY to my close friend of over a decade), Discord friends, and infodumps to my Tumblr inbox. Feel free to expand my knowledge though!

Also on AO3

(notes may differ between Tumblr and AO3)

Elesa was fully aware that she was an only child. She had always had all the attention of her parents, may that be separately or joint force. She had learned to share via her classmates, and her house had been devoid of other kids around her age unless playdates had been approved by everyone’s parents.

She had been praised to be pretty from a young age, having components of her parents that people have always said mashed well together. She had been praised about how strong and friendly her soul was, one that would easily resonate with others if she so chose to venture down the path of a meister.

She didn’t exactly care about any of that when she was younger. What she had cared about was how lonely she was.

So to no one’s surprise but her parents, when she was eight, she latched onto a pair of identical kids and declared them to be her friends. No playdate approval. No stiff conversations because “just because the parents were friends didn’t mean the kids were friends” either. These kids were her chosen friends.

Sure, there were struggles at first. The combination of Elesa’s enthusiasm alongside the twins’ own should’ve caused a large clashing of personality. In spite of that, the trio stayed together. The twins introduced themselves first as Ingo and Emmet, then as demon weapons who could turn into a pair of knives.

“Daggers sound cooler, so we say that we’re dagger twins!” Ingo had explained to Elesa. Emmet frantically nodded along, bouncing around the two as if on a pogo stick.

Despite being twins, the Ingo and Emmet were complete opposites. Ingo little to no volume control (the amount of times that Elesa swore that she would never need an alarm clock again if she lived with the twins was too numerous to remember), while Emmet moved around so often without so much of an utterance of his voice that Elesa had relied on how his footsteps sounded to know that he was around. Ingo frowned in red, then in black despite his joy. Emmet smiled in blue, then in white despite his discomfort.

But what the two were opposites in, Elesa also found that they also complimented each other. And with such compliments, she wriggled herself in between them and found the perfect piece of the puzzle that she’d been trying to solve for so long.

Friends.

She shared Emmet’s boundless energy and Ingo’s chattermouth. She didn’t share their height at first — something that Emmet had tried to impulsively fight her on after she tried to physically drag him down — but as the trio grew out of single digit ages, she shot past them and stayed a comfortable two inches taller than them. She liked reminding them of it sometimes.

Something that the trio also shared was a well-controlled level of chaos. It wasn’t enough for any adults to raise concern over any of the trio developing a madness wavelength, but it was enough for said adults to shout at the children to be careful. What each person had to be careful about differed: the twins had to be careful about their demon weapon transformations and to not accidentally get stuck in weapon form, and Elesa had to be careful to not try wielding either twin.

Of course being children, no one listened. Perhaps that was why the trio was one of the best weapon-meister groups in their not-so-humble opinion. Of course, that had gone to their heads just a little bit when they had enrolled in the DWMA’s E.A.T. program, only to have encountered changes in their desires of future careers.

“I am Emmet. Hear me out.”

“Hearing.”

“You’re being listened to.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Thank Death you said it first!” Elesa had exclaimed. She remembered that she had been lounging on the trio’s couch in their rented apartment, their AC unit chugging away the hot air of Nevada. “I’m not too interested in fighting evil on a daily basis either.”

“I considered this to be a back-up after our last mission,” Ingo had added. “We’re some of the best, I agree. But even this three-car train needs a change in maintenance to keep its engines running.”

“We caaan’t quit the program though,” Emmet had huffed. The corners of his mouth had downturned slightly, giving his signature smile a frog-like appearance. “That’ll be considered defeat. I looove winning more than anything.”

The twins had glanced at each other, and with just a few twitches of their eyes and shrugs of their shoulders Elesa had known they were doing twin-to-twin communication. A feeling of unease had started to build in her. Looking back, she probably should’ve spoken up sooner, or at least had broken the silent communication. “I — ”

“Nope!”

“Not it!”

“You doofuses! Why do I have to talk to Lord Death about this?”

“Because yooou’re our meister!”

“We’re just following the rules we set up here. Last one who jumps out has to do it.”

Elesa had given both twins a frustrated huff before she had gripped onto both of their suspenders. “Then, as your meister, I demand that both of my weapons be there so you two can explain your future paths.”

Their complaints had stopped the second the trio had decided to race up the stars of the DWMA. It had given everyone enough time to formulate their words to Lord Death, and afterwards, to start formulating where to get jobs after they graduate.

------

If there was something that Elesa loved about where she currently lives, it had to be the transportation system. It was reliable and efficient. Best of all, her boys worked there, directing passengers and shouting out orders.

Now, she hardly calls them “her boys” in public or in front of the camera. Reporters and the paparazzi would eat those words up out of context and spit out atrocious stories that might sully her image. No, she only called them “her boys” when the three were off duty. She admits, that had been a while ago. However, between her boys being the bosses of the subway system (with select cars being perfect training grounds for weapon-meister pairs while traveling), and her own job of being a model and owner of a Death-approved weapon-meister training facility, things were busy.

So of course, it was only during some of their time off — movie night at Elesa’s apartment — did Lord Death call the trio over to the DWMA for a demonstration.

“Because you three are some of the best and worst students I’ve ever had!” Death explained over the phone. Seemingly ignoring the shouts of indignation, he only started to ramble on about various stories that he remembered about the trio in their schooling days. The narratives varied between laughable to embarrassing, and it was only until the trio shouted at Death loud enough to cause neighbors to start knocking on the door did Death return to the main topic at hand.

“I’d like the three of you to visit the DWMA for a pep talk for our current batch of students. Demonstration. Pep demonstration.”

Elesa could already see the comical way that Death was posing as he said this, and it only made her blood pressure rise.

“Pardon the interruption, but why us?” Ingo asked.

“Because you three nearly dropped out of the E.A.T. program!” Ignoring the shouts from the trio, Death continued. “I admit, I was surprised! But I’m not one to fail students without good reason. You three gave me a good reason to not fail you. Running a training facility and train in your home city? You three must send me souvenirs when you visit! Travel and lodging expenses have already been paid for, so I’ll see you soon!”

The phone call ended with a click.

That started up a racket. Only after pacing, muttering, yelling at each other, and downing some pizza did the trio admit defeat. There wasn’t really a way they could wriggle out of this.

“Boys.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah?”

“Whoever doesn’t pack their bags two days before departure day has to pay for souvenirs for Death.”

“Understood.”

“Bet. Not losing.”

------

Elesa gets nervous plenty of times. Before a photoshoot, when schedules change, when she spots reporters and paparazzi on her commute. But she had tactics. She would stand in front of a mirror, feet shoulder width apart and hands on her hips. She would breathe in and out and would hold the pose until she felt like she could walk into a room and ace the challenge.

“Ingo, Emmet. The purpose of this is to feel powerful,” she said as the three powerposed in the hallway just outside the gymnasium. “You’re supposed to stand still and be silent. Clear your mind of thoughts.”

Emmet’s smile on his face was tense as he bounced between one foot and the other. “I am Emmet, and I need to move to relax.”

“This engine needs ample time to warm up before running, and this is the sound of it warming up,” Ingo said before continuing to mutter under his breath, his frown deeper set on his face.

“You two literally run a battle subway! You interact with hundreds of people daily, and what makes you nervous is standing in front of a bunch of kids?”

“Kids are verrry wild!”

“These kids are also looking up to us as their alumni. To set the expectations so high only to fail to meet them…it would be a blow to the school and ourselves!”

Elesa glanced between the two of them. Just watching the two trying to dispel their nervous energy caused some of her residual nerves to try to build up again. However, she shook out her hands and stomped her foot on the ground. “We are the Nimbasa Trio! We carry the pride and joy of our district far beyond New York city! We’re the best of the best out there, and we’re the best of the best here!”

She struck a pose, one manicured hand pointed up and the other one pointed down. Her puffy yellow jacket made her upper body look like an appealing plate of fluffy scrambled eggs, and she shook out her black hair so they fell at just the right angle around her red and blue headphones. Her electric blue eyes shone with determination and pride. “We’re the Nimbasa trio!”

Emmet was the first to join in on her posing. He dropped into a squat and raised one of his arms up while pointing the other one forwards. He stuck one foot out and his smile grew. “I am Emmet, and we’re the Nimbasa trio!”

Ingo joined in, raising one of his arms and keeping the other pointed downwards. To Elesa’s joy, he allowed himself to slightly cock out one of his hips as the corners of his frown turned upwards, resulting in a cat-like expression. “We’re the Nimbasa Trio! All aboard!”

“All aboard!” echoed Emmet.

“Our team will be the next one to make your heads spin!” Elesa announced. Build up that confidence, and natural charisma will follow!

“Well, I guess there’s no need to announce who you are, seeing how we can all hear you loud and clear,” Death suddenly said as he popped up behind the trio. “Stop screaming, I was here all along!” He gave an annoyingly cutesy peace sign that did nothing to calm Elesa’s racing heart from the scare. “I already told everyone no recordings of any sort are allowed unless they want to fail their next exam. Or get fired.” He quickly started to push the trio towards the door of the gymnasium as he said, “Now go along and I’ll be enjoying those wonderful souvenirs you three definitely got for your dear ol’ headmaster!”

Just when Emmet was about to swipe at Death with both hands, Death disappeared. “I am Emmet! Stop doing that!”

“He can be perfectly on schedule and we can still miss him. How does he do it?” Ingo mused. He stroked his chin and gave a huff of irritation. “I wonder how his current batch of passengers manage to keep up with his erratic changes.”

Elesa loved her boys. She really did. But there was a certain point of patience she had when there was something that required her utmost charisma, and unfortunately, being around her boys lowered her charm and replaced it with the strong urge to be goofy. While she would rather be goofing off with the twins instead of being presentable in front of the current batch of students at the DWMA, she couldn’t exactly disobey the orders of the headmaster that allowed the trio to pursue their current paths in life.

She cleared her throat and tapped on her wrist. “Let’s stay on schedule.”

“Right!”

------

The second the trio presented themselves to the crowd of eclectic students, any and all nerves melted away. To the sides were the E.A.T. students and in the middle were the N.O.T. students. Elesa could see confident and bored expressions on the E.A.T. students, with some blatantly paying more attention to the unheard conversation they were having amongst themselves. Contrast that with the eager and nervous faces of the N.O.T. students and one could easily tell whom this talk was supposed to be towards.

The trio easily captured the attention of everyone with a loud yell of “All Aboard!” and a pose. The twins flanked Elesa with a large swoosh of their capes while pointing towards the audience. Elesa took one knee to the ground and threw her arms out in one of her signature poses. People have often said how it accentuated her limbs or something, but that was mostly modeling business. She did that pose because it made her feel powerful. It started in her chest and bloomed outwards until it spread through her entire body.

“Good morning DWMA!” Ingo announced. Even without the microphone provided, his voice easily echoed through the walls of the gymnasium. Several students perked up and actually paid attention. “It’s a bright day in Death City, Nevada. Before we get started, we have to set a few safety rules down.”

“Stay in your seats!” Emmet piped up. It took a bit more effort for his voice to carry through the room, to which he resorted to using the microphone. “It keeps things verrry orderly for us!”

“I’m sure that Lord Death had told you already, but no recordings of this talk are to be taken or shared with anyone.” Elesa rose from her position and flipped her hair. Gone was her smile; instead, a serious and stoic gaze was plastered on her face. “We may have our faces plastered on the internet due to our jobs, but that doesn’t mean that we consent to such today.”

“I’m sure many of you are amateurs anyways.”

Ingo gasped. “Emmet!”

Introductions were supposed to be brief. Of course, when one had a reputation, questions were sure to follow once people had confirmation that the face and name matched. There had been plenty of unrelated questions towards how much money the trio made (“Strictly confidential!”), modeling careers (“It’s a matter of connections, genetic lottery, and not something you easily study for in school”), how the train managed to stay running despite battles on it (“Not telling!”), and plenty more inquiries that more or less had repeated answers.

After clawing their way out of the ocean of questions, the trio managed to start sharing the information that Death actually wanted them to share: the idea of changing careers when it didn’t match one’s enrolled class.

As the trio shared their story, Elsa’s eyes moved over the mass of students out there, hoping that their anecdotes helped soothe some of the minds of the students. She remembered the day that the stray thought of ‘Is this what you really want to do for the rest of your life?’ crossed her mind. It ate at her every waking hour and followed her to bed. It had festered as she spared with her classmates and grew until it had burst from her mouth in a declaration that had been swept underneath the rug of exam season: “I need a break.”

Sure, the talk with Lord Death at the time had been nerve-wracking. It was expected that all E.A.T. students were to continue on that path and not stray. It had taken some persuasion, along with laying out some half-formed but passionate plans, but the trio had been able to graduate their E.A.T. program and march off to a different path.

They had to send Death official reports of their businesses every couple of months, as well as take care of any Kishin eggs that happened to spawn in New York, but it was better than being frontline soldiers and risking their lives daily.

Yeah. Elesa was happy with her decision.

So of course, it was only near the end of the talk did things go sideways.

A window high above the gymnasium shattered inwards, glass raining down on a large group of students. The staff at the edges of the crowd of students braced for the high possibility of attack and for defending the students, a few of the demon weapons already transforming in preparation for combat. Orders that were barked out told the E.A.T. students present to not engage and to focus on protecting the N.O.T. students. Already there were a few shouts of protest, but when the intruder revealed themself to be a meister-weapon pair, the students’ attentions moved back towards defending their classmates.

“Kishin?” Elesa curtly asked the twins.

“Verrry possible,” Emmet said.

“This may not be our district anymore, but we are its alumni.” Ingo threw a glance towards his younger twin, then towards Elesa. “And these passengers are quickly approaching a yellow line that’s moving towards them.”

“Then let’s go!” Elesa thrust her hands out to her sides and started running towards the rogue Kishin pair. A pair of flashes poked at her peripheral vision before two familiar knives settled into her hands. She didn’t even have to peek to know which colors were in each hand; at this point, it didn’t matter which hand wielded which twin. Elesa sent out her soul’s wavelengths towards the two demon weapons in her hands and felt them respond. Perfect, the basics of soul resonance were achieved. She dug deep into her soul and prepared to boost her boys’ abilities.

Elesa leapt towards the Kishin and twisted her body to one side to barely avoid a morning star being swung into her side. The sharp spikes on the end of the round metal ball nicked her yellow puffer coat though, tearing into the waterproof material. She hissed, not out of pain, but frustration. “Hey!” she exclaimed. “This is quality material! You’re not allowed to tear it!”

She threw one of the knives towards the Kishin. The silvery-gray blade glinted in the fluorescent lights and she could briefly see a wide grin reflected in the metal. The Kishin pair leapt up and towards Elesa, missing the knife completely.

However, Elesa had foresaw this possibility. How many times had she sparred with her classmates and experienced this? She threw her other knife into the air — it was identical save for the black handle — and shouted, “Rebounding tracks!”

The white knife switched directions and flew towards the black knife. It managed to slice into the Kishin pair and send a brief electric shock through the pair. Elesa amplified the electricity before she leapt up to catch the white knife and throw the black knife. The knife enveloped itself in hot purple flames and embedded itself into the abdomen of the kenshin’s meister. The electric shock from Emmet’s electric soul would’ve temporarily disabled any soul resonance between the meister and weapon, as well as caused the meister’s muscles to cramp.

With a simple amplification and a blink, the meister’s body was aflame. Uninhibited, Ingo’s fire soul would’ve burned everything to ashes, body and soul. However, Elesa was sure that Lord Death would want to get a look at this intruder and provide proper punishment, so she raised her free hand and the black knife flew back into it.

The most important part right now was to get the meister and weapon separated.

She ignored the painful screams of the meister and discarded her puffer coat. With that, she wriggled in between the kenshin pair and pressed her knives where they’d work best: Emmet against the weapon and Ingo against the meister. She sent out her own soul wavelength towards the two and muttered, “We’re the Nimbasa Trio.”

Energetic sparks and warm flames enveloped her own soul as each knife sent out their specialties. Only this time, amongst the purple flames that burned at the meister’s body were small sparks of electricity. Amongst the yellow lines of electricity that worked to dismantle the weapon’s current form were small licks of fire.

And right in between them, was a soul that glowed as it sent out pulses of energy towards the two. Elesa’s arms slowly started to move further apart as the meister’s grip on their weapon started to slacken. With a final burst of energy, her arms fully extended and broke apart the kenshin pair. She could hear the twin’s voices echo in her head as she gave herself a moment to breathe.

Bravo Elesa and Emmet! What a well polished-engine we still are!

Verrry much so!

“Weapon first?”

Promptly.

Of course!

Just as she took a few steps towards the weapon, who had shifted to their human form now, Death suddenly manifested and gathered up the discarded kenshin pair. “Magnificent work as always! I had every bit of faith in you three, but for the moment you three needed help, that’s when our regular staff would’ve jumped in. I didn’t think that we’d need too much of their help though, so I hoped they took notes on your work!” He waggled a finger at the trio and added, “Glad to see the proof of your words up close! You three really haven’t gotten rusty.”

Elesa. Lemme at him.

Emmet! No! We’re not going to attack our headmaster!

I am Emmet, and he keeps doing this! Aaalways tricking students!

I too detest his tricks, but we’re not going to have to make others make safety checks right now.

Elesa ignored the twins bickering in the shared headspace and instead gripped their handles tighter. “Death,” she hissed, “you cheater of a god. You owe me a new yellow puffer!”

“Ah, touché.”

Elesa tossed both knives behind her before feeling arms hook into her own. She didn’t have to look to her sides to see who the familiar knife-shaped sideburns belonged to, nor did she hesitate when the three of them walked out without a second glance back.

Yeah, they may have graduated from the E.A.T. program at DWMA, but their skills learned there didn’t define their paths. So as soon as Elesa got a new yellow puffer and the trio were checked over for any injuries, Ingo asked, “How about a movie?”

“The claaasic!”

Elesa laughed. “You goofy boys.”

[astroa3h]

Past Life Heartbreak: Britney & Justin's Karmic Clash ✨

Alright, let's peel back the glittery layers of their synastry chart and get to the raw, unfiltered truth about Britney and Justin's astrological connection. We're talking about Britney’s South Node in the 4th House and Capricorn at 24 Degrees, a Pisces degree (screaming musical genius) conjunct Justin’s Venus in the 5th House and Capricorn at 25 Degrees, an Aries degree (indicating a life lived in the fast lane). This isn't just a love story; it's a tale of karmic debt and emotional turmoil, and yes, Justin's playing the role of the bad guy here.

Britney’s South Node in Capricorn signifies a past life soaked in responsibility, discipline, and emotional endurance. In the 4th House, she was likely the pillar of her family, the one who kept everything together. This placement screams "old soul," someone who’s been through the emotional wringer and has had to grow up fast. The 24th degree, with its Pisces influence, hints at a deep well of creativity and sensitivity. Britney’s soul has been sculpted by lifetimes of being the rock for others, all while nurturing a profound artistic spirit.

Now, let’s zero in on Justin’s Venus. Venus in Capricorn is ambitious, calculated, and craves status and control. Placed in the 5th House, Justin’s approach to love and pleasure is marked by a need for validation and excitement, living life with the gas pedal to the floor. The 25th degree, an Aries degree, adds a reckless, impulsive streak. Justin's love nature is all about him, his desires, and his need to be adored. It’s a recipe for emotional volatility when left unchecked.

When these energies collide, it’s explosive. Britney’s South Node conjunct Justin’s Venus brings past-life baggage crashing into their present. They’ve been here before, tangled in a web of karmic debt where Justin’s relentless pursuit of pleasure and validation clashed with Britney’s need for stability and emotional security. In their past life, I sense that Justin was the charming rogue who swept Britney off her feet, only to leave her shattered and disillusioned. He lived for the thrill, the excitement, and the validation from others, while Britney anchored herself in their emotional bond, hoping he’d change, hoping he’d see the depth of her love and loyalty.

Fast forward to this lifetime, and history has a nasty way of repeating itself. Justin’s Venus, driven by that Aries degree, was all about living fast and loose, craving the spotlight, and taking risks. Britney’s South Node craved the stability and emotional depth that Justin seemed to promise but never quite delivered. The tension here is palpable: Britney, drawn to Justin by an inexplicable karmic pull, hoped for a love that would provide the emotional sanctuary she needed. Justin, however, was too wrapped up in his own desires and ambitions to see the emotional wreckage he was leaving behind.

Let’s be blunt: Justin’s actions, under the influence of this conjunction, were emotionally destructive. He thrived on the excitement and the chase, but once he had Britney, the thrill faded, and he moved on, leaving her to pick up the pieces. Britney’s past-life wounds were ripped open, reliving the betrayal and abandonment she experienced before. Justin’s Venus in Capricorn, with its cold, ambitious edge, combined with the reckless Aries degree, made him the quintessential bad guy in this narrative.

Britney, with her Capricorn South Node, was the one left bearing the brunt of this karmic storm. Her past-life role as the emotional anchor made her susceptible to Justin’s charm, but it also meant she bore the emotional scars of his indifference and selfishness. Justin’s fast-lane lifestyle and inability to commit emotionally were like salt in those karmic wounds, deepening her sense of betrayal and heartbreak.

In the end, this synastry aspect reveals a story of emotional manipulation and karmic retribution. Justin, with his Venus in Capricorn and that impulsive Aries degree, played the role of the heartbreaker, the one who took without giving, leaving a trail of emotional destruction in his wake in this lifetime and the last. Britney, with her Capricorn South Node, was the one left to carry the emotional burden, to learn the hard lessons of resilience and self-worth.

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[abimee]

i have a cocktail of neurodivergences because when one thing goes wrong in your brain you usually develop 3 carry-on disorders free of charge but the thing that always sucks most is when you have a ''neurodivergent disorder'' that has zero upsides. like you get bombarbed by tiktoks and posts about how great it can be to have ADHD or autism and all these upsides because they alter how you function in positive and negative ways, but as someone with combination OCD-BP (WHICH MAKES THE BIPOLAR WORSE AND HARDER TO TREAT THAN NON-OCD BP) you get every single downside symptom and zero of the ups

like congratulations if your ADHD makes you more aware of the emotions of others or capable of taking on multiple tasks, but here comes bipolar with the steel chair of ''if i see a single other person whos slightly better than me at this thing i just picked up i will ruin everyones day including myself because IM supposed to be the most special person on earth''. I see something that makes me excited/overly happy due to my autism? well here comes the mania triggered by the sudden elation in mood and therefore ill go from ''im so excited and happy!!" to "i can get into a car right now and drive it despite never having been behind the wheel before because life is so perfect that basic laws of physics dont apply to me because the world is so amazing like that!!"

get a new hyperfixation? how long do you think it will last. 3 months? a year? well here comes mania with the ''you will think about this every day for hours on end for 6+ years straight and it will always be VERY sexual because you have hypersexuality problems and just dont know it and even if youre not longer interested in this thing you will be unable to stop thinking about it because it is part of your life now!"

but theres one upside to bipolar disorder that nobody tells you. and that is that you have bipolar, and therefore are capable of telling the world of its existence and to get people to understand this incurable, disabling disorder with many facets from impulse control to mood swings to psychotic behavior to obsessive tendencies, and you have the power to let one more person in the world know its exists and to get them to learn more about it and respect and understand bipolar disorder. and that can make the world a little easier to live in when youre struggling with bipolar

[zerothefool0]

Zero (They/Void)

A mysterious catfolk who showed up out of nowhere. When asked about their past, they shrug and give an inappropriately casual "I dunno." Void's stone-faced inclination leads many to wonder what void's thinking, or if void even thinks at all.

Quartz McCown (He/Him)

An impulsive Card Mage with control over time. His boisterous personality combined with his easily moved emotional state has a tendency to land him and his team into a variety of trouble. Despite this, he truly does care for the other members of his team.

Koume Hanazaki (She/Her)

She may be full of grace and fair of face, but don't let this Tuesday's child fool you! Her premonitions of unparalleled accuracy due to innate clairvoyance have made her the de jure leader of her team of 3. Even so, she still sometimes loses her temper.

[msvelawciraptor]

Because impulse control and I are not always friends, I bought myself a case of Cherry Coke zero today. And now I am drinking one of them in bed.

The problem with this plan is I am typically not allowed to have anything with more caffeine than green tea after noon. And I usually shift to herbal or straight up decaf tea after 5:00. And given that yesterday I had two bottles of diet Coke to stay awake through some bullshit training and that amount of caffeine had a slight appetite suppressant impact that I wasn't planning on, perhaps I should have thought better of these choices.

I told myself it was okay cuz I had a full 10 mg piece of chocolate from the dispensary (a really good red chile dark chocolate from a new dispensary I tried and yay I love them). But now one of my best friends just referred to this combination of THC and caffeine as "a 40-something's speedball" and she's not wrong.

When I finally stop laughing I may have questions for myself about my decision making processes.

[un1dentity]

did the difficult person test for deacon ....

info / thoughts under the cut!

callousness is characterized by lacking empathy or concern for others. people high in callousness typically have deficits in genuine social sentiments & are often experienced by others as coarsely uncivil. in other words, they often make people feel uncomfortable. out of five, deacon scored a two. [don't know if i agree with this 100% or not because yes, his lying & nature can make others uncomfortable but he does not, in any means, lack empathy or concern for others. most likely, if he's making someone uncomfortable, he's doing it on purpose & knows it. he's very good at reading people.]

grandiosity can be described as having a grandiose sense of self-importance & the thought that one is better than others. people high in grandiosity often tout their abilities & their accomplishments while downplaying the contributions of others. they tend to put themselves on a pedestal & have a sense of entitlement about them. out of five, deacon scored a zero. [i very much agree with this. he does not think he's better than anyone except for raiders, gunners, the institute... but those are understandable, i think.]

aggressiveness is the tendency to behave rudely & with hostility toward others. aggressiveness may be doubly hurtful to others if combined with callousness, since the aggressive person may thus be both intimidating & unfeeling in their demeanor. out of five, deacon scored barely a half of one. [honestly not sure why...? but then again, like with callousness, i suppose he can be rude (by lying) or when he isolates himself from others due to distrust. maybe that's why. well, i guess he can be rude towards those he openly dislikes due to their beliefs / actions like elder maxson, the brotherhood in general, etc.]

suspicion is the tendency to harbor a strong & unreasoning distrust of others. suspicious people often question the motives of even those who act loyally & devotedly toward them. such people are often reluctant to open up to others & may interpret kind-hearted gestures as attempts to deceive them. out of five, deacon scored a four. [surprised this isn't a full five lol...]

manipulativeness is the inclination to exploit others to derive benefits for oneself. manipulative people take other people for granted & use them to realize their own wishes & goals, thinking little of interpersonal reciprocity or the rights of others. such people often exhaust & frustrate those around them, since they give little in return for the services & favors they extract from others. out of five, deacon scored a three. [a bit curious about this... i'll have to really explore the possibility of his manipulative nature. this could be about how he may act differently with specific people, to get information or to protect himself / the railroad. to him, it's probably a self-protecting kind of thing. to others, it may show up as manipulation. he never does it in a truly mean type of way, though.]

dominance is the tendency to put on an air of superiority & talk down to others. domineering individuals have a strong desire to be seen as leaders & often react with combativeness when they cannot get what they want. they frustrate others by meddling in their affairs & with their attempts to control the decisions of those around them. out of five, deacon scored a zero (with barely a smidge of almost one). [hm.]

risk-taking is the propensity to engage in risky behavior for the sake of experiencing thrills. people high in this trait impulsively seek sensations to overcome boredom, & often get pleasure from shocking others with their adventures & stunts. risk-takers often make those around them ill at ease since their actions may have consequences for others as well as themselves. out of five, deacon scored a three. [now hear me out: i think i get this. in terms of taking risks, they're not grand or super "out there" like challenging the institute leader to a duel or something. instead, it's him breaking out of his shell & telling the truth; putting himself in a vulnerable state. or, like in the case of the sole survivor, putting everything on the line for someone (or something) he wants desperately to believe in when there seems to be no other choice. it's not to get rid of boredom or to shock others, but rather to make a gamble that goes against his usual strong sense of caution & suspicion.]

[edwardteachswombtattoo]

I was thinking about Disco Elysium builds and (as per usual) started wondering what kind of builds OFMD characters would have.

I think Ed would pour most of his skill points into Intellect and Motorics. He wants to be really smart and do some true detective shit but he also wants to be really fucking cool, so his signature skill is Savior Faire. And he's anxious, so he's pouring as many skill points as possible into Reaction Speed and Endurance and maybe one into Half Light. His Volition is very low and he refuses to put any skill points into it.

Stede's signature skill is either Drama or Inland Empire because he gets along very well with both. He neglects most of his Motorics skills because he doesn't really care about Perception or Composure, but pours a lot of skill points/buffs into Empathy and Volition in combination with pouring even more into Electrochemistry and Pain Threshold so he can have zero impulse control and go insane with less consequences. He doesn't like Electrochemistry but he wants Electrochemistry.

Frenchie goes for an almost entirely Intellect-focused build. His signature is Rhetoric and he puts a bunch of skill points/buffs into Reaction Speed because those work so well together.

Zheng does a mostly Motorics-focused build but with Suggestion as her signature skill so she's very agile and good at manipulating people.

Archie's signature skill is Endurance because she wants to be able to take as many hits as possible and turn her character into a fucking tank. Intellect skills completely neglected, she's all in for Physique and maybe a little Motorics.

Izzy one hundred percent has Half Light as his signature skill and keeps pouring skill points into Authority until he can't, completely neglecting all his other Psyche and Physique skills. He puts no points into Intellect unless he has to because he thinks all of those are "useless".

[0rqcles]

⇘ : .𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ࿔₊ *

Full Name: Zero Solheart

Alias/Nickname: The Spatial Blade

Age: (actual age may vary depending on timeline)

╰⋯➤ 𝟣𝟪（𝖷𝟩𝟪𝟦）

╰⋯➤ 𝟣𝟫（???）

╰⋯➤ 𝟤𝟢（ 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝟣𝟢𝟢 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍）

Height: 5’8” (173 cm)

Weight: 123 lbs (56 kg)

Build: Tall, athletic, hourglass figure

Eyes: Striking violet with slit pupils

Hair: Long platinum-blonde, often worn down with side-swept bangs

Skin Tone: Pale, porcelain

Voice: Low, calm, and slightly husky—controlled, but expressive when emotionally moved

Birthday: 𝖥𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝟣𝟪, 𝖷𝟩𝟨𝟨

𝖦𝖴𝖨𝖫𝖣 𝖬𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭

╰⋯➤ 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖴𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁

╰⋯➤ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖨𝗌 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾

Rank: 𝖲-𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗀𝖾.

Guild: Independent (formerly connected to Fairy Tail via personal bonds)

Occupation: Wandering Mage / Mercenary / Occasional Ally to Fairy Tail

Alignment: Chaotic Good

𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢

╰⋯➤𝖲𝖯𝖠𝖢𝖤 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢

－ 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖵𝖤𝖭𝖫𝖸 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤

╰⋯➤ 𝖠 mid-range extension technique that manifests as a orb that explodes, creating a shockwave that can blast away anything in range. 𝖲𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾．

－BLACK HOL𝖤

╰⋯➤ 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌， 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈， 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾， 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝖻, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 ‘𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾’, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ’𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾’．

╰⋯➤ The size of the field of attraction is determined by the amount of energy used. The user can attract themselves to their target and move at high speeds to reach it instantly.

╰⋯➤ 𝖠𝗇 can also use 𝗂𝗍, 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, to compress space coordinates, allowing 𝗁𝖾𝗋 to arrive at 𝗁𝖾𝗋 destination almost instantaneously, which some call teleportation.

－𝖱𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖤

╰⋯➤ 𝖠 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 impressive power that allows 𝗁𝖾𝗋 to manipulate 𝗍𝗁𝖾 space 𝖺𝗇𝖽/𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 distort𝗂𝗇𝗀, expand𝗂𝗇𝗀, and contro𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 the space within h𝖾𝗋 proximity, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, forms an imaginary mass that erases everything in its path from reality.

╰⋯➤ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 is difficult to use and can tire out the user because it requires precise manipulation of 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 energy．

𝖱𝖤𝖦𝖴𝖫𝖠𝖱 𝖬𝖠𝖦𝖨𝖢 𝖴𝖲𝖠𝖦𝖤𝖲 ⇩

╰⋯➤ 𝖲𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼

╰⋯➤ 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖬𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼

-➤ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗒, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖤𝗋𝗓𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌．

𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖯𝖮𝖭

╰⋯➤ 𝖳𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌／𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆

𝖠𝖡𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖨𝖤𝖲

╰⋯➤ An elite S-Class mage specializing in aggressive close-quarters combat. She combines raw strength, speed, magic, and weapon proficiency to dominate opponents. Skilled in dual-wielding and weapon switching, her superhuman strength, reflexes, and endurance make her a formidable force. Enhanced awareness and tactical acumen allow her to execute efficient and precise attacks.

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⇘ : .𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ࿔₊ *

Zero is a loyal, compassionate individual who prioritizes others’ well-being. Her strong will can make her stubborn and impulsive, especially when angry or grieving. Driven by a sense of justice, she acts with vengeance or self-sacrifice to protect loved ones. Beneath her tough exterior lies grief and guilt, but through growth, she learns to forgive, accept help, and heal.

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⇘ : .𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ࿔₊ *

Zero is a tall, athletic woman with an hourglass figure, pale skin, and long platinum-blonde hair worn down, with her bangs swept to the side or parted off-center, sometimes falling gently over her face. She has striking purple, slit-pupil eyes, a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones, and a composed, serious expression—blending grace with quiet intensity.

╰⋯➤ 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 that exposes her back. The attire 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 left 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍, in the color white, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 white 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌, and dons 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌. (𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖴𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋’𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖷𝟩𝟫𝟣)

╰⋯➤ 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ’𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍’ 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌.

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⇘ : .𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ࿔₊ *

Zero Solheart was born in X766, a child cursed with overwhelming magical power that her body could barely contain. Her uncontrolled energy nearly destroyed her as an infant—her magic flaring in violent bursts that warped the space around her. To save her life, her parents turned to reclusive mages known for their spatial research. But their aid came at a price.

When Zero was five, a mysterious benefactor named Veylran appeared—an enigmatic man posing as a scholar of magic. He offered to “stabilize” her magic and train her, claiming it was the only way to ensure she would survive. Desperate, her parents agreed, not knowing they were handing their daughter over to a manipulator with darker motives.

Veylran took Zero far from home, raising her in isolation under the guise of mentorship. He subjected her to rigorous, often brutal training in spatial magic, conditioning her to suppress her emotions and trust only him. To Zero, he was savior, teacher, and father figure. But in truth, Veylran sought to shape her into a living weapon—someone who could one day serve his hidden agenda: a plan to rewrite the world’s natural order through spatial distortion.

For years, Zero believed in his vision, not realizing she was being groomed. He carefully fed her stories of how the world would never accept someone as “unnatural” as her—how her power was dangerous, feared, and needed control. He used both kindness and cruelty to bind her loyalty, instilling guilt, shame, and dependence.

But when she was thirteen, she was sent on a mission that exposed her to the outside world for the first time in years. There, she met a group of mages from Fairy Tail—one of them being Erza Scarlet. For the first time, Zero saw people who embraced each other’s pain instead of weaponizing it. Her mission failed because she hesitated to kill—and when she returned, Veylran punished her brutally.

The illusion shattered.

Zero fled, barely surviving the escape. Erza found her again, injured and alone, and brought her to Fairy Tail. With time, she began to reclaim her identity, choosing the name Zero to symbolize the life she would rebuild from nothing.

Now, as an independent S-Class mage, she walks the line between the power she was molded into and the person she chooses to become.

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⇘ : .𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 ࿔₊ *

╰⋯➤ Since Zero’𝗌 birthday is on feb 18, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖠𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌．

╰⋯➤ MBTI: ISTJ-T (Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging – Turbulent)

╰⋯➤ 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟩 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖥𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗒 𝖳𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝖨𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝟤𝟧 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝟤𝟩 𝗂𝗇 𝟣𝟢𝟢 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖳𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽．

╰⋯➤𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖭𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗆𝗂.

[mitigatedchaos]

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I'm not going to comment on the whole Thiel thing, but I'll explain the "childless cat ladies" thing.

The Theory

Emerging right-wing gender theory is that the typical neurotypical cis heterosexual woman is "particularist," and understands consequences socially rather than mechanically.

Under this theory, a woman understands societal consequences through the potential for consequences on her children - a woman who does not have children will tend to adopt views based on what appears cruel rather than what actually has good consequences.

Thus, for example, "defund the police." This policy is very obviously bad in terms of ≥second-order consequences (and in fact we saw a homicide spike), but because policing involves both resolving ambiguously violent situations and tackling people who are resisting, it looks cruel. (There are policies that might produce better policing results, but they're more subtle, and they can't get the numbers to zero in a country as big as the United States.)

The type of woman who supports this style of thinking is very loud on social media, and also platformed in media or other institutions, and they are some of the most obnoxious people on the Internet. (There are more obnoxious people than this, but they're usually considered less acceptable to polite society.)

Calling them "childless cat ladies" is an attempt to delegitimize their social position and lower their social status to reduce their influence, much like calling a man an "incel."

If a man can be an "incel" despite being married with children, then by the same logic Ayn Rand would not be a "childless cat lady" on account of independent and pro-capitalist thinking. (Though in my opinion, if she were born in our era, she might have showed up on Tumblr.)

Extradeadjcb advises his followers to not worry that much about the political beliefs of women they are dating, but rather to get married and have children and the women will come around.

The Theory Extension

The next leg of the theory is farther to the right.

"Even if [typical] women don't have children, they still have the instincts for raising children, who are low-agency, weak, and have a tendency to act out, so they require a lot of mercy, and this gets applied to victim groups within society. People with low productivity and impulse control disorders are pretty much always going to be 'victim groups,' so elites will constantly abuse women's empathy, in combination with their inconsequentialist thinking, in order to allow criminals to prey on the rest of the population. This helps them stay in power and reward themselves with patronage such as white collar no-show NGO jobs (that aren't required to actually solve problems)."

Opposition

Addressing this theory is not my job. I have other work to do. In theory, the lib/left coalition should assign someone to work on it, but in practice that hasn't happened yet.

The huge amount of taboo enforcement among liberals and leftists has basically split their intellectuals up into two categories.

The first category are all-in on the taboo enforcement. They can't actually rephrase this right-wing argument into a form that shows they understand it, because that would show they understand it. That would be seen as "platforming" right-wing ideas, while the current position is that they are all made in bad faith for the purpose of furthering oppression, and there is nothing to learn from them, so they are just supposed to be "de-platformed."

These lib/left intellectuals would almost be better off mangling the argument on purpose as a show of loyalty. This is similar to gun control blues pridefully refusing to know anything about guns.

Instead of arguing on the substance, they aggressively signal that the ideas are low social status and not accepted at institutions where they exercise influence.

The first category can still produce good work, but only in domains that aren't politically relevant. Outside of this, they'll claim that Joe Biden was the best President that America ever had - and even if you like Joe, that's stretching it.

The second category are the intellectuals not all-in on taboo enforcement.

These guys have more freedom to maneuver. They can choose to be intellectually honest, critical thinkers. That doesn't mean they're always correct, just that they have options other than sneering loudly to show disagreement.

The problem is that these guys are tasked to capacity. There are simply too many other problems for them to deal with.

The Problem

Unless AI somehow obsoletes 50% of the workforce in the next 30 years, or we get "Ozempic, but like for aging," developed countries having below replacement birthrates is likely going to be considered a major problem in 20 years.

Countries might get desperate, and if they get desperate, there might be losses to human rights. It would be better to get out ahead of this so that only people pushing for replacement birthrates are not right-wingers when the issue's salience increases.

The lib/left coalition could initially paper over this issue by arguing for more immigration, which would mean that they wouldn't have to make any social changes that would be disadvantageous to their coalition members (in theory), but now fertility rates are below replacement even in many South American countries.

If industrial societies all inevitably fall below replacement fertility and don't stabilize, then industrial society is not viable. After a certain number of generations, it will simply cease to exist.

The implicit liberal position has been, for many years, that all societies should industrialize, in order to benefit from improved living conditions and medical care. If industrial societies have below replacement fertility, and all societies industrialize, then all societies will have below replacement fertility.

My expectation is that if this were brought up in a space belonging to the first category of lib/left intellectual, a serious conversation could not take place, as even bringing it up would be considered "a right-winger lining up a shot to support oppressing women out of his personal hatred for women." Supporting evidence would be assumed to have been warped by irrational emotional bias or fabricated.

Angles

Female writers publishing deranged columns in media, and women on social media loudly supporting policy with nasty high-order cruelty but fuzzy first-order kindness, are both part of how men are recruited into theories that we should restrict the vote. (They don't just start off that way. "Men all start off that way" is the sort of deranged thing a feminist columnist would write.)

If I were looking to attack this theory, though I would use different naming, I would look to split the category "women" into "columnists & empathy warriors" and "normal women."

I would then try to build a case that columnists and empathy warriors are not representative, but simply platformed because they conform to powerful political interests, and the average woman is much more rational. I would search for evidence that left-wing men have similarly awful opinions at similar rates.

The ideal frame would be as part of a larger project to "help straight men and women learn to love each other again," including punching left on the worst of feminism, to establish credibility on an alternative to gender war, and that the speaker genuinely cares about men.

That is tricky, because it's going to mean being disapproved of by the larger Democratic Party. Ideally such a writer would have a record of interpersonal success at setting up successful marriages. (That would also help to provide grounding so as to avoid getting lost in the realm of social media and going mad.)

As mitigatedchaos...

What I would say to someone operating in the contemporary right-wing frame is that AI is likely to disrupt the job market very substantially over the next 20-30 years. As someone who believes that capital should be an instrument to benefit human beings rather than a tool to replace the species (because there's no point in entirely replacing human beings with soulless machines), "two decades before the probably robot jobpocalypse" is probably not the best time to reduce the average empathy level of the electorate.

(Similarly, "two decades before a robust genetics industry" is probably not the best time to invest in heavy-handed policies based on genetic fatalism.)

Thiel-Vance-Moebius Loop

Okay I am confused here, and I am hoping someone can help me out.

Peter Thiel is known to have "sotte voce" views that democracy and property rights are at odds. Given the opportunity to vote for resources coming their way, the masses will, and this will undermine a libertarian market. His biggest public statement on this was in Reason: "Since 1920, the vast increase in welfare beneficiaries and the extension of the franchise to women — two constituencies that are notoriously tough for libertarians — have rendered the notion of “capitalist democracy” into an oxymoron." This isn't even wrong factually speaking. Women contain, you know, all mothers and that's the demographic who is going to care a lot about fairness and compassion over competition and progress. They want resources for their children, and who can blame them. Not for nothing are Democrats called the Mommy Party. Mothers are going to be difficult for this libertarian to convince.

Thiel has supported and funded a number of Trump-friendly candidates, who presumably share his thinking. Most notably he gave JD Vance $15 million for his Senate campaign, and was part of the committee that lobbied Trump to choose him as VP.

Thiel goes on television to inveigh against women being involved in government - sure sure - who are "childless cat ladies." Here is my what? These are the women who would be most friendly to Thiel style libertarianism? Ayn Rand was a childless cat lady! Hell, Thiel wants to give parents more votes based on how many children they have. This is juicing up the mommy vote. What's going on? Is there a secret plan beneath all this? Do they both just hate women and got their wires crossed about which type of women to blame? Does Thiel just not actually care about the beliefs of his pawns? Chat, explanations?

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