lord the way i can write in circles about Alear and the visceral experience of [redacted]
(or, the wordbarf of “I am very unhinged about Alear how dare you assume im normal” ft. copious spoilers for like. chp 21 onward because I need tumblr to know I’ve already said most of this on twitter to some extent)
he finally got to experience love and how he finally started recovering from his trauma and how he was at his desperate, frantic wit’s end probably when he first struck sombron down how he probably felt cornered and would rather risk his life and everything else to simply be free of his father how he went in without an emblem and all alone and likely not telling Lumera the full plan probably terrified if he would come out alive 1v1-ing sombron with nothing but fuck it he would rather fight for a chance to live in peace than wait for his dad to find out how “defective” he is and dispose of him like so many siblings and lumera was probably going to stop him because it’s crazy it’s stupid it’s risky it’s not worth it she loves him and promises one day it will end don’t be rash and please hold on but!!!!!! god damn does someone have to try and he is tired of waiting for the chance to get better he cannot fucking take it anymore!!!!! he can’t sit there and wait and worry and be strong he has a sister out there who is at risk every second they carry on their little hidden charade!
How PAINFUL it is to finally receive kindness and be forced to realize all these scars and all these days spent walking on eggshells is for NOTHING for even what had been kindness before pales in comparison how WOUNDED to realize how damaged you are simply trying to survive and how unfair it all must feel when kindness and love was simply that easy to choose and yet knowing your father would never, EVER be kind.
and contrary to having a gentle and honorable nature that only carried out sombron’s will to survive, coerced into such violence and desolation, the nature that is stilted and a thoughtless machine so he, too, does not join the ranks of failure, the nature that the hero king himself recalls as “You were kind, as you are now.”, despite that gentle, gentle core that somehow survived he has such malice for his father there is no mercy there is no kindness dare I say he- with only a little conflict and concern -relishes the opportunity to personally do his father in because after years of abuse and trauma there is finally catharsis and it pours from him like he is finally vomiting and coughing up the vile dregs of the poison in his system
finally hope that is so disgustingly blinding right in front of him and how he was SO CLOSE he was SO CLOSE to walking away from this he was sick and giddy and the thought that he was going to get away and be free and live happily with his mother and go find veyle and be SAFE and HAPPY FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE and then ITS JUST. TAKEN. IN A SINGLE MOMENT.
how even saying himself the war is over and they don’t have to worry still accepting that he’s a Fell Dragon this is just WHAT HAPPENS as if he is not sitting there dying, struggling to breathe, having just ended a war that nearly wiped out the Divine Dragons, no doubt caused terror across the land, HAVING DONE A GENUINELY OBJECTIVELY GOOD THING THAT HE HIMSELF RECOGNIZED and still saying that Fell Dragons die in the end. how he is no better than the father laying only feet away who treated his children like tools and only spoke his name once when he was born. Lumera says he’ll just sleep and he’ll wake up and it will be fine and how he so subtly doubts that and still speaks as if this is his last chance, simply speculating how, if he does wake up, he wants to be like her AS IF HE ISN’T ALREADY FOR. YOU KNOW. ENDING THE WAR AND SLAYING THE PROBLEM DRAGON.
the way i pull at my hair and scream at the top of my lungs over how AWFUL alear had it and how VINDICATING it is to see him grow and love and rage and scream and cry and find his own way anD KILL HIS OWN SHITTY DAD WITH A LASERBEAM OF LOVE AND ALL THE FRIENDS HE’S MADE AND GETS TO BE DRAGON JESUS HAPPILY EVER AFTER
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apparently twitter is going down... I'll try posting arknights content here 👍
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Slowly re-posting my art here. Fanart of @/ splendiferachie's bug cover
Lineart and sketch :)
Linart on this one was weird since I colored it to blend in
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I hate adult responsibilities like planning my vacation. Like tf do i know ehen i wanna have a week off ???? Might just roll some dice to decide.
I’m so confused as to why you sent this to me but
Cheerio I suppose
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do things with your little dogs!!! god!! thats a whole dog even though its small that doesnt mean they dont have a brain that could use the enrichment!! teach them a silly trick! better yet teach them manners! door manners and people manners and everything you would teach a big dog! just cause its less disruptive when little dogs do it doesnt mean theres no reason not to teach your little dogs to be polite!! and for the love of god let them walk they dont need to be carried everywhere they have legs they can use them!!!! aaaaaaa!!!!
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Beautiful moment of androgyny yesterday when a deeply intoxicated man called me a fine young man (correct) and my coworker stepped in because she saw me as a woman (incorrect) being harassed by a drunk guy in an inescapable situation (correct)
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"it's their body" doesn't fly when influencers are pushing botox, plastic surgery and other cosmetic procedures on young women and essentially telling them their bodies are bad and they need these procedures to make them good. that goes beyond their own body, they're trying to make other people alter their own bodies to fit constantly changing beauty standards. i don't give two fucks about what someone does to their own body until they start posting videos to their impressionable teenaged audiences with captions like "10 reasons why you should try botox"
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researching for my job is weird because im torn between trying to find and then convey truth, and trying to tell a story that only takes up an hour and can be understood by any random tourist off the street. it has to play well with the prerecorded material ive been given, and the environment ive been placed in, which sometimes contradicts my own research.
regardless of the information i find about Lucy, her disposition, or her social standing (she was a middling sort, she became a wife and mother, so I cant assume she was anything other than ladylike enough to be desirable, polite enough for middling society, quiet enough to leave barely any evidence of her existence on record) i have to construct a version of lucy who is loud and brash enough to lead a group of 55 people, to stand at the front of a town meeting with confidence, a lucy willing and able assert herself and tell off a man who decides its appropriate to touch her, because I need to be able to do all of that without breaking character.
and diving further into the history of the town and the people in her life who might give me more insight into her, I cant shake the worry that I will find definitive proof of her being someone other than who I need her to be, and that I'll feel like im betraying her when I tell her story if I know im twisting it to suit my own purposes.
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