#tragic reality

[sinxerlyri]

Mother of all disappointment is expectations.

_ Raconteur's Muse

[i-hear-a-sound]

we’re gonna get 600 more automata collabs before the words drakengard 1 are ever again uttered by a square Enix employee

[dephtiya]

hi, it's me. back again to writing. the last time i felt overwhelmed and wrote something on here, it became kind of viral, and even after more than a year, i still get notifications about people interacting with it here and there. to shorten what i said in that post - the indian education system is fucked up.

tw - mentions of suicide

kids are affected so much by the pressure they are subjected to by their schools, parents, teachers, and honestly, everybody around them. it's a sad reality, and i feel sorry for the kids who are infants/toddlers/unborn right now. they are going to grow up in a world where they have to compete to be the "better best amongst the best" in possibly everything. no one, and i mean, NO ONE has the luxury to fuck up now, because if you do, you might as well just kill yourself because that seems like a more plausible option than listening to the insane amount of unsolicited and unhelpful advice, comments, lectures from adults, who have no idea how different their perspective from when they were children, is from ours. they just end up gaslighting you into believing you're supposed to follow a particular set of rules or you're never gonna be good, no matter how much you try; instead of motivating kids, they just do the exact opposite and then have the audacity to wonder why suicide rates in adolescents are increasing rapidly. "trial and error" until you finally learn is kind of unrealistic now. kids are so unmotivated that they try once, and if they are not spectacularly good at it in one go, they just give up. the possibility of second chances is diminishing exponentially. it's a sad world we live in where the numbers given to you according to what you remember are more important than the knowledge you have truly absorbed in the process. it shouldn't be this way. the whole idea of education is to quite literally educate and not assign numbers to knowledge. the capitalist economy has driven to change the entire meaning of success. if Abraham Maslow had been alive in today's world, he would've been so ashamed of what humanity has been prioritising. i think my generation was the last to have, in its truest meaning, a childhood. we had play time. we had nap time. we were engaged in so many activities where it did not require us to be the best; just to perform and participate.

few days back, i was travelling by bus and had a lady sit beside me. she was talking to a friend on her phone. i have to mention - i was not eavesdropping, but i can't block out an adult woman's voice from right beside me. anyways, that conversation made me understand how fucked the growing generations are. this woman has two daughters, one who is probably my age and another as young as in third grade. she was explaining to her friend the dichotomy of the environments her elder had grown up in, and the younger is currently growing up in. the elder one had her teachers encourage her to be physically active, have regular play time along with the studies. the younger one has her teacher begging the mother to actually make her pay attention to studies, because apparently play time is not important. "nothing can be done, studying is more important. she will have to cut down on play time to study more" was the exact thing the teacher said to the woman. i can't help but wonder how will these kids, who don't experience the basic childhood that every child has a right to live, be able to raise kids of their own in the future. 50 years from now families on earth will only consist of materially successful adults and academically systemed children. i would pay a fortune to believe that an alternative to the above reality is possible, but it's not. it'd be foolish to believe otherwise. the world is doomed and no wonder so many of us wish to leave once and for all. we do not want to die but this world has become barely livable.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl found dead in a hidden room.

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[bigkickguy]

some daan marcoh doodles around some dialogue bits I hit in game haha - gave me some thoughts on how one could think of daan if you only bumped into him at certain points? I don't remember the lines exactly but there were a few like this? 'Are you moving on? I guess we'll split ways here.' 'Someone has figure out how to treat these people...'

'You were very heroic stepping in there.' 'In the dark, your thoughts can really get to you out here...' 'Am... I... still a good man? Or...'

[nevertheless-moving]

“Shit,” Lu Ze swore. History monks were not, generally, given to vulgarity. But, given the circumstances, it was more or less the only appropriate response.

Lu Ze swore again, more creatively this time, as the distortions around them became increasingly unsettiling.

“What happens now,” Vimes rasped, still cradling the corpse in his arms.

It is a strange thing to mourn yourself.

But he was just so small.

Carcer giggled helplessly in his restraints. “Should be interesting, huh.”

“Oh, be quiet, you vile man. Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused?” Another monk snapped. 

“Nope,” Carcer said, with an obnoxious popping of his lips. “But I’ve got a few guesses.”

“THIS IS ALL WRONG,” Death said.

“Yes, we know,” Lu Ze sighed, rubbing his brow. Reality splintered further, the surrounding troops, which before appeared distorted as if by mist, now simply appeared distorted. Vimes’ stomach twisted in empathy and revulsion.

“I LOATHE TIME TRAVEL” Death said, approaching the Sam Vimeses. The older, living one scowled defiantly, pulling the small corpse away. 

“There’s no time for that,” Lu Ze said sadly.

“HE IS DONE,” Death agreed. “REALITY CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH.” 

He turned empty eye sockets towards the monks, as if to glare judgmentally. “PARTICULARLY WHEN IT HAS ALREADY BEEN TWISTED UP LIKE THIS,”

Vimes shuddered as the reaper swung his scythe, passing through his younger self without slowing down. A terrible chill fell down his spine, but the vague unsettling form to the world around them settled into a more familiar pattern. Cracks still ran through the length and breath of the sky, ground, and people.

“FIX THIS,” Death commanded the monks. “BEFORE THE AUDITORS GET INVOLVED.”

“Right,” Lu Ze steeled himself.

He took a slow, oversteady breath. “Alright people, get ready—we’re —we’re going to make another trouser leg.”

"Now?? Here?"

“We’re not prepared.”

“ARE YOU MAD?”

“What about—”

“It’s too big a change—”

“Just do it!” he snapped. “Unless anyone has any better ideas!”

A moment of crystalized hesitation, then the monks got to work, spinning glittering devices and furrowing their brow in concentration.

“I’m sorry,” VImes whispered, shame-faced, “I tried—”

“It’s not your fault. And it doesn’t matter anymore,” Lu Ze said brusquely. “Now hold still— this is going to hurt. A lot.” He reached a hand forward, then paused.

“Sorry about this,” he whispered. “But sometimes we are called to live through things we would rather not. And sometimes... we are called again." He tapped the center of the blood soaked Commander’s forehand.

“Wha—AAARRGH

from this au

[ghost-bxrd]

Hi, I was just wondering how Talon Dick would react to Jason getting tagged by either fear toxin or cuddle pollen? 🦉

Ah yes! We already had cuddle pollen in “language of birds”, so let’s go with fear toxin!

Okay so I think we can all agree it’s no surprise that what Dick would see if he got tagged… would be Jason either being turned into a talon like him or dying in a gruesome way (maybe even at Dick’s own hands).

But Jason? Well, it’s no secret that they’re… very codependent. But his fears would manifest as Dick leaving him. Abandoning him (for someone better).

Consequently he’d be a mess of begging Dick not to leave, that he’ll do better. Be better.

Dick would be panicking, trying to reassure Jason that he would never, ever leave him, aggressively cuddling and cooing at him.

Of course, none of it works. Jason isn’t actually seeing him, so at one point the image of Dick holding him would switch to someone else taking him away and Jason would turn downright feral trying to get away.

Dick is hurt, of course. But he knows Jason doesn’t mean it (right?) and so he would stay and allow every single hit to land (“it’s fine, talons heal fast”) until Bruce physically pulls him away to administer the antidote.

After many, many tears and hugs Jason would try to make Dick promise never to let him hit Dick again, even if it’s because of fear toxin. Dick neither agrees nor disagrees, which, in Dick language, is an adamant refusal.

[pippuns]

i haven't been able to stop thinking about this thread from @dcyiyou so i finally sat down and drew it in a fit of possessed derangement. a lot of the dialog comes from them!!

[note-boom]

Something about bsd abilities and trauma and also literature as escapism to face reality better. Something about Atsushi's fantasy being all about strength and self healing and a rampaging "beast beneath the moonlight" when reality forces him to rely on others to heal and emphasizes his empathy and "weakness." Something about Dazai's escapist fantasy and character trope as something "no longer human" when he actually is very much human. Something about Yosano's fantasy being a world where "thou shalt not die" when reality keeps making her face death. Something about Kunikida's desires to be a "lone poet" against the world with just him and his ideals realised when reality is full of people he can't abandon. Or Kenji escaping into a world where he is "undefeated by the rain" and putting his entire soul into living that dream out. Or Akutagawa being (philosophically) consumed by his "rashoumon" when reality shows he doesn't always have to devour and overtake....

[sinxerlyri]

Oh the tragedy of living in this so called patriarchal society; where women can't voice their voice and men can't express themselves. Truly trapped in the falsehood of society ruled by men.

_ Raconteur's Muse

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

3l!grian is frequently depicted as a tragic figure and sometimes i wonder if we even watched the same series

[moggettt]

HERE IT IS!! after Many moons of chipping away at this OC song comic for my scifi-noir android character Whitney and his bodyguard Bast, it is finally as complete as it shall ever be;; I’m proud of the work I put into this one! Pretty niche, but maybe some folks out there will enjoy UuU

ps: there's also a video for easy viewing!

[sadpurpleguy]

The realization that Alice doesn't change. She never grows old and is stuck the same way she was in their highschool days. Now that Nasu gave us some info about the casts' futures, I'll assume Soujuurou is gonna go with Tobi as his assistant and presumably, to learn more about the world. Aoko is going somewhere far away for a long time.

Not only is Alice gonna remain stagnant for as long as she's alive, she's undoubtedly alone in that mansion of hers as well.

Ah what a sad girl. You who only wanted someone to be by your side yet everyone ends up leaving you.

But there's another side to be seen as well. It may be that Alice made peace with the loneliness she has and thinks that someday the two will come back to the mansion. That she is never alone and if she does end up needing help, they would be there to help her.

Seriously no matter what side it is, it all makes me sad. This girl will be the cause of my sorrow I swear.

[see-arcane]

Mina, I know that you're not in nearly as dire straits as Jonathan was at the start of his Dracula Attackula period, but you are showing either a heroic or a worrisome amount of Reinforced Optimism (c) for a supposed gothic horror enjoyer.

If you were reading your own character in a book and you got to the closing line, "...though I do not expect any trouble to-night." I know you'd be groaning in place as you chided the paper protagonist for setting herself up for another blow from the Horrors.

And like, I get it. I get that you're scraping below the bottom of the barrel for literally any bright spot in this Hot Girl Summer that's rapidly turning into Lukewarm Grim Summer that isn't the desperately cheery daytrips as you try to scrape off all the death in the air and Jonathan's increasingly frightening absence. I get it!

But Mina. This is your journal, not a dinner guest you have to sugar coat and power-press yourself into palatability for. Allow yourself to worry like a person, here if nowhere else, and not strangle yourself down into an interviewee for Best Unpaid Sleepwalker Minder.

It's a nitpicky thing, I know, but it's also so much more easy to worry about after hearing the words out loud with the podcast. That immediate turn around from witnessing the worst case scenario with Lucy in the night to 'All's well! :)' mode by the next evening. As though there's no showing weakness except in the aftermath of panic, even to her own private diary. It makes me so worried for the writer.

[ludwig-dieter]

TMA SPOILERS (and maybe implied wtnv ones)

I’m on ep 133 of tma and 53 of wtnv and I find the protagonist differences so fascinating like

With each passing day Jon’s life increasingly falls apart. Like S4 started and bro just woke out of a coma, most of his friends are dead, the ones that ARE alive absolutely despise him (for being in a coma apparently??), his work crush/bf is purposefully avoiding him, and he just had to rip out his literal fucking rib to save some murderous, bloodthirsty and dirt-traumatized cop.

Meanwhile in Night Vale my boy Cecil has been in the sweetest relationship imaginable, his obsessive behavior has been steadily growing more sane, he just beat the corporate bad guys™ and everything has been seemingly falling into place.

The duality of (gay) man

[skunkes]

doing figure drawing studies because i know thats what i should be doing right now but also ive been in a very insane deranged state for the past 2 months that leaves me like this whenever i look at a man for too long