#when people are just using it as an excuse to cause terror and fear

[emilykaldwen]

The irony of the doxxer being harassed by that individual who contacted you about you blocking them/this fabled block list. Let them destroy each other

I remember friends in high school/trying to make friends in high school and the general idea of like, you had that person/persons who were really mean and you would tell yourself 'they would never be like that to me, we have sleepovers together!' but then... they will, in fact, be mean to you.

I still don't understand why I was targeted (again, this is a small blog, even if I've grown in the past few weeks since the event, I'm nowhere near the [assumed] level these individuals are) and why being blocked by a random stranger who was never going to read your work/interact with your work anyway set them off anyway.

And it is also worth mentioning that I have been harassed long before this - I have been told to kill myself, I have been harassed about abby/my fic. With this evidence, I can only assume these individuals have been also behind the long term vitriol I received, as well as yesterday's anon. Thankfully, I was never involved with any of these people. It's only in trying to make some more friends that this came to a head.

What kept me from making friends in this tumblr fandom for a long time was the abuses I would see in addition to not writing reader fic/promoting those fics. (Different tastes!). I don't regret taking the steps, as Ange and Em and the others I've started to make friends with have been nothing but kind, but I cannot abide standing by and just watching bullying behavior. And what these people are engaging in is just beyond all reason. I don't know if this is an age thing or if this is toxic twitter behavior infiltrating the tumblr-sphere. It just leaves me speechless.

[tnsophiaonly]

HATED - SAGAU.

In which Self-Aware Genshin People loathe your existence and believe that you're the founding reason why they're not real.

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Tired of this obsessive and lovesick creator or impostor SAGAU? Then what about this alternate? Be wary, it's dark and we'll mentions of torture something ig idk

Basically. This is impostor AU and the real creator who looks like you is horrible af. And you're an actual impasta.

Special mentions (♡): @sleepparalasis @haru-tofuu

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Hatred. That's all they could feel when they see your face throughout the screen. Amusement. When they see your face wrinkle in pain and frustration when you get a standard character in through wishing or when you get the wrong stats in artifacts. After all, you were the one that made that right? You were the sole reason for your own pain, you made them in a fictional universe, where nothing is real. You're horrible for that and you should take the consequences of such.

That's why you're transported in this place, in which you thought the world was heaven before became your most terrorful nightmare. Hell, just like how it should be. Teyvat is hell. An upside down world, ruled by gods-demons and filled with darkness and pain. The world you created. Right? That's your fault. Your fault alone.

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"Oh great heavens, that's cold..." you chatted out, freezing and shaking because of the cold. You face the wrath of the Cryo Archon's Nation. The home of the so-called organization, Fatui. Snow and ice were evident everywhere. And the cold, the cold was for sure affecting you. (Especially if you live in tropical areas or close to the equator? I feel so sorry for you)

Any bits of liquid that could be created were frozen within milliseconds. So you're sobbing just makes it worse, maybe if you actually used your feet and moved and found a place to heat yourself up instead of shining and sobbing, you could probably be in a great condition right now.

But you chose to cry. Pathetic really. And you expect this to be an impostor of me? The so great, almighty creator of The Genshin Universe? Absolutely not. I'd rather guide the Traveller to the absolute truth of this world at a fast pace than be, represented by you.

But fear not, I am sure I am able to at least give some potential to you... OFCOURSE I can do it. It's me after all.

But now i should really have this pathetic excuse of an impostor of mine to.. move and do something rather than cry and freeze to death. After all, I can't have my ungrateful people of Teyvat run after a very obvious impostor who's close to dying eh?

So, much to my dismay, I chose to give you guidance, see? Such a kind creator, you're a very lucky fella..

"ah-aaachoo-!" You sneezed, it feels like something just happened, but what? And why? Those questions are left unanswered. As you unconsciously started moving your freezing feet to walk and find some shelter to heat up.

Oh how the torturous snow storm causes you pain and despair. Why were you striving forward anyways? Your whole body aches. It hurts. Why. Why.

"You deserved it." The inner within of the core speaks.

You deserved it..? Why?

No one answers.

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After walking away which felt like centuries, you finally are met with a bonfire, a large one in fact, the only problem was that it's within a fatui camp. Oh god...

"Well, well, well.. what's a worm like you doing here for?" A taunting and mocking tone says so to you. Oh my Lord, oh it just couldn't get worse thab this, bits of electricity shocked you slowly, you were feeling the wrath of The Balladeer, the 6th Fatui Harbinger. You could only stay in your spot as you feel electro build up within you, hurting you, killing you.

You're sweating bullets of fear just turns to ice because of the environment, it was no use to run.

"Well well comrade, what's with the guest? I didn't know you were quite the welcomer!" A mocking and sarcastic voice taunted the hat guy, which earned him a glare for, the ginger bread- hair man had a boyish charm and looks, almost looking innocent if you didn't know better. Well guess it got worse.

The ginger head guy's eyes widen, as his taunting smile quickly turns into a frown. The mocking gaze turns into a face of anger, annoyance.

"Is that..." he muttered, bewildered and angry. The ginger guy quickly launched unto you, with bloodlust and wrath causing you to flinch, that's before the entire electricity builds up within you and completely shocked you to oblivion, and the ginger's defense mechanism, of course he backed down.

The electro flowing within you caused so much pain, overbearing pain, yet you did not scream. You did not scream in pain. That one thing The Balladeer was hoping for. Maybe the shock was too strong you couldn't scream at all? Yeah, that's it..

The electro shock died down, and you passed out on the spot. Yet you were still not dead. Despite the fact that electro burns were evident, and that you were crisped to the spot, you're still alive. How lucky, or should I say unlucky?

The ginger- you know what I'm tired of calling him ginger, it's Childe. Childe went close to your passed out body. Caressing your electro-burned hand, before gripping it.

A bone crack was heard, oh did he crack it too hard? No worries, he doesn't care. The fatui skirmishers walked close to the place "We'll take care of it Lord Tartaglia." The pyro agent spoke.

"No." The Balladeer protested, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head to look at him, ofcourse you're still passed out, and you had an expression of sorrow, The Balladeer could just smirk. It's the creator.

"I could make use of our Grace after all..." He spoke sinisterly. The agents were on the edge and so was Childe, it really was the creator, they were so close to jumping and killing you on the spot if it weren't for the fact that The Balladeer was there.

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The sound of chains vibrated throughout the dungeon, sweet little breaths and movements.

You looked around, it was pitch black and only one candle was the source of light, which was out of reach for you.

A swarming and overwhelming feeling of cold and warm was brushed against you, the electro infused chains hurt when you try to make even the slightest movement, why were you here? Don't act stupid, you're aware why.

You could partly hear the conversation outside. It sounded a lot like the fatui agents earlier, it seems they were discussing either transporting you or guarding you still.

Your breath hitches—which echoed in the room— when they mentioned Il Dottore. They're not planning on giving you to him right...?

You could feel yourself sweating bullets, your eyes showed fear as your expression scrunches into fear. There's a 50/50 chance, but you've always lost your 50-50!

The door opens, and someone steps inside, a blue haired fellow, walking slowly and causing an intense atmosphere. You could feel yourself shaken, not because of him, but because everything feels colder. At least that's what's on your mind.

The blue haired fellow caressed your chin. And forcibly made you look at him.

"My, what a wondrous pet The Balladeer has taken upon."

[blackpilljesus]

As more women decide to not have children or reproduce, a popular talking point is that maIes will rape and kill us all for refusing them. For starters, this says it all about how everyone is fully aware of maIe evil & female oppression. If it was a tiny minority of maIes that are abusive as many pretend, then this wouldn't be the kneejerk response. The idea that maIes will protect us or not hurt us if we comply is a trap. They will hurt women & girls no matter what we do. This is said to shift the blame of their actions from them to women.

One crucial thing to understand is that maIes already mass rape and kill women & girls even when women partner + reproduce with them. Subconsciously we know this given the measures we take to navigate this world. Most times women are killed it's by maIes they know, in many cases it occurs when women want to leave or have left but it also occurs when women are in relationships because if maIes cant find a reason to hurt women they'll create one. They'll accuse women of cheating, bc food wasnt cooked properly, bc she got pregnant, etc. Speaking of which, murder is one of the leading causes of death for pregnant women & its typically done by their partner. MaIes rape women just after they've given birth. It can take months to years for womens bodies to heal but doctors say "6 weeks" as its unexpected that maIes will "wait" longer than that. So obeying doesnt stop maIe violence, it's just an excuse to justify their terrorism. There is no reforming the system nor is there getting by peacefully so long as we do what maIes want because their intention is destruction no matter what. MaIes lied & claimed women will be protected but it's slavery. MaIes dont protect women and neither does the system so dont buy their threat.

There are several cases where maIes have raped & killed women despite having a partner and children. Wayne couzens had a wife & kids yet still raped & killed Sarah Everard, lewis haines killed Lily Sullivan despite having a wife and child. The toybox killer, and ted bundy had partners yet they still raped & killed other women. Many maIes who rape prostituted women have wives & kids at home. This takes me to my next point: terrorists are never content. It doesnt matter how much you give bc all they want to do is take. They want to constantly reaffirm their beliefs, security, and entitlement to the world so they'll keep causing havoc no matter how much you obey. There's a reason why developed nations do not pay ransoms nor do they negotiate with terrorists in many cases because when you give into these peoples demands they do not go away. It may keep them at bay for a bit but they will only return with bigger demands and will be willing to cause more harm and damage. The same thing applies to maIes & their terrorism. Giving in wont stop their violence or change them. At first short term they're kept at bay (if theres other women they abuse in their vicinity) but long term it wont work. Women have loved, served, fucked, provided labour, reproduced with, and birthed maIes for millenias. Women have given everything to maIes and what did they get in return? More violence, more demands, more destruction we're all familiar with this. No amount of submission has changed maIes for the better.

What's actually dangerous is women trusting + living around maIes, we're expected to just rely on how they wont hurt women but believe me maIes gain a power trip from the strength differences between the sexes. Even if they dont actively hurt women, the threat lingering in the air alone is a power they enjoy. So dont be paralysed with fear or think our refusal to interact with maIes is a cause for their violence. I wont deny that it's scary but this isn't just about us. It's about the future, the world our offspring are coming to. Assuming maIes get everything they want, it'll never be enough they'll keep plundering for more so at some point we need to put our foot down regardless of the cost.

I want to conclude this by recommending reading this post. The key point is

Opting out is for the select few who want to do nothing with heterosexual nonsense even if the price of doing so is death because partaking in their drivel is death, physical and spiritual, and if they really did care about distancing themselves from it all that much they would know that death is the least you will be willing to put up with.

I've noticed that most women who bring up the possibility of maIe retaliation are still seeking relationships with maIes in their lives so this seems more like another excuse in the end. The concern for maIe retaliation is real, especially among newer separatists, 4B, wgtow etc but the seasoned ones realise it doesnt matter and if deəth is what it takes to not be associated with maIes and their systems then so be it. Hell even the average woman would take another option or death if they were pre-faced with a situation where they have to be around maIes but there's no other woman to occupy them. You might wonder what the point is as the outlook is bleak; which is what the final part of this series of posts regarding the popularity of single childfree women is about - legacy & steering life with purpose.

Part 1

Part 2

This post is part 3.

[mvltisstuff]

hi i have an eddie diaz request!

so eddie and the reader have been dating for a while, she’s also a firefighter with the 118, and after that special about them that taylor did aires, her abusive ex comes to find her. it’s kinda like the maddie and doug situation where he was looking for her since she left and she doesn’t tell eddie until something big happens and he has to save her which causes her to tell him everything.

thank you

all too well - e.d

summary: request

eddie diaz x reader

a/n: sorry for the unnecessary taylor slander in this i’m her biggest hater!!! warning for domestic abuse, very similar to maddie in season 2.

it was an innocent new segment. that’s all it was supposed to be. an informative post about the fire station 118 and how they work. taylor and her team had sauntered their way through the firehouse, gazing at the engines and the shiny structures that surrounded them. she recorded anything she could, despite requests of space and those who didn’t wish to be recorded.

y/n had been one of those, out of her relationship from her ex boyfriend. she was in active hiding, fleeing across the country to get away from such a man. he had been watching her every move, and she’d been meticulous in concealing herself. she’d heard of the situation maddie was in, dealing with the uncertainty of her location and condition. it was nightmare fuel, the thought haunting y/n in her sleep as she lay next to eddie at night.

she wanted to be able to tell him, but the more people who didn’t know, was better. she figured she’d be putting him in danger if eddie knew, especially the people around him. if something happened to eddie, she would never be able to move on from the life she wants to put behind her. the discarded ring of a man who was never truly her fiancé was something she needed to forget about.

the moment she saw the news segment had aired, her heart dropped. she fought to have herself removed, but that was not what happened. taylor removed other details of the day gone-wrong, but didn’t remove her identity. y/n had voiced her concerns very clearly to taylor and eddie, and eddie was pissed that no one would listen. she panicked as her name was splayed across the screen with a clean view of her face, easily recognizable. she knew he was looking for her.

she tried to reassure herself, but the joke was on her. she was now sitting in the familiar car with the disgusting smell of cigarettes and the sick excuse of a man. she was jostled awake in the moving vehicle. she didn’t dare to mumble a single word, her body frozen in fright.

“morning, sleepyhead,” the raspy and evil voice entered her ears.

“what did you do?” she managed to spit out.

he laughs grimly, in a tormenting manner. “you really thought i wasn’t going to find you? i’ll give it to you, it took a while but i finally have you where i want you.”

“why are you doing this, mark? i didn’t do anything to you.”

“you said we were supposed to be together. and you lied, y/n. you know i don’t like lies. like, come on, were you that stupid?”

“you kidnapped me in this car. i’m not the stupid one.”

“whatever you say, princess,” she moves her hand up to brush the hair out of her face when he grips her wrist painfully. “but if you ever say anything like that again, you will never go back.”

her eyes remain dry, feeling completely numb as she continues to stare forward. “you literally left me no choice! i love you! you love me and you just left me? you turned into a monster, a selfish, backstabbing person and it’s not my fault!”

“no, it’s not,” she complies, almost giving up entirely to make herself feel worthy. she plays into his act of the hero, when he’s been the villain in disguise.

he had driven her two hours out of los angeles, taking the backroads to avoid any interaction with people. y/n, in a complete terror, tries to formulate a plan in her head but everything is shut down by her own fears. “i have to use the bathroom, mark.”

“what? why?”

“because i am a human, it’s not like i had the chance before we left.”

“shit, fine. say anything and you’re dead,” he threatens, pulling up to an empty gas station with only a few workers inside. he lurks around, pretending that he’s browsing the selections. she speeds to the bathroom in the back, which looks like it hasn’t been occupied in years.

something in her mind switches, so she grabs a pen out of her pant pocket and searches around for anything she can. her eyes land on the paper towels, madly ripping one off and clicking her pen. she writes a message on it, prepared to hide it in her sleeve as they walk out. idiot she thinks.

“y/n!” mark bangs on the door. “c’mon, we have to go!”

she turns the sink on and off and discards of any evidence. she grabs the door and takes a deep breath, and swings it open to be confronted by the towering figure. she felt like he was feet taller, but he wasn’t. she had been so used to making herself feel smaller that she forgot the feeling.

the workers in the front had noticed the discomfort on y/n’s face. they could make an accusation, or believe that someone else would do something. “would y’all like to buy something?” one asked.

y/n looked at mark, scared for anything he react to. y/n steps closer to the counter, “yeah, can i get a pack of marlboro?”

“sure thing,” the other says and grab the pack of cigarettes from the back. he places it in front of her as y/n fishes for her credit card, swiping the note she’d written under it. somehow, marks obliviousness had missed the piece of white under it. she praised whoever made him this ignorant. after the machine dinged and the payment was made, mark grabbed her hand and moved out of the small store.

“i’m sorry,” she immediately begins to apologize. “it was a distraction to them.”

“whatever, get in the car.”

the workers had found the paper on the counter, all folded up and ink spilling through the back.

call 911, ask for sergeant athena grant.

two hrs out of la, gray toyota, license plate 2R7-983

the first man blanked, not knowing what to do but his suspicions were confirmed. the woman was not safe, so he did what he was told on the paper. he dialed 911.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” the soothing voice came through.

“uh, i’m in solvang, and we just had a couple come in and i think the woman needs help.”

“did you get the name of the woman?”

“the name on the card was y/n, i didn’t remember any last name. she had y/c/h, about y/h tall, and she left a note asking for athena… grant?” this man was properly trained for emergencies, giving all the important details and steps they’d need.

“and what’s your name?”

“tyler,”

“ok, tyler, did she mention anything else?”

“yes! she mentioned a grey toyota and the license plate.”

“perfect, can i have the plate number?”

“it says… 2R7-983.”

“did she seem distressed?”

“yeah, she was scared and she looked tired and, i don’t know she just looked like something was really wrong.”

athena had taken the information, instantly realizing the name. she knew y/n very well, from bobby, eddie, and just being in the system she had been around her. she loved her, y/n was a great person and was good at her job. she was a gracious human, never leaving an ounce of disrespect in her tracks.

“grant!” her chief called. “we got a call from dispatch requesting you on a case, we’ve got a woman named y/n, domestic abuse concerns and she left a note with your name on it?”

“y/n? as in y/l/n? with the 118?”

“i didn’t want to assume, but i believe it is. i looked at her files and she’s had some past calls with a man named mark peterson, believed to have taken her.”

“son of a bitch,” she curses. “do we have an idea of where they might have gotten?”

“they were seen in solvang, two hours out.”

“so we get personnel out there asap?”

“exactly. we get out there and get this guy.”

y/n and he had stopped at a small inn, getting a room and a hideout for the night. he used a fake name for the both of them, lying through his teeth to the receptionist at the front desk. y/n was forced to put on a fake smile and a thrilled appearance, which she thought she should win an oscar for. they settled in the room, and she slowly started to accept her fate.

back at the home, eddie was in a slight rush. she hadn’t responded to any texts or calls. she claimed they would meet up the next day, but there were no traces left of her. externally, he put on a cool front for his son, but internally, his heart was sprinting. she could be anywhere. she could have a dead phone, or she could be dead herself. he tried not to think of the former, but he couldn’t stop himself.

eddie had loved y/n the moment she stepped into the station on her first day. he didn’t think he had any more love left to give. but, she shined her radiant smile and her adorable personality and eddie was head over heels. he’s been through hell with shannon and everything, and he wanted to never take anyone else again. y/n showed him a new side, making him realize that he needed affection, and she was more thankful to give that to him. he felt like the best version of himself when she had been with him the past few years, and that’s all he needs. he couldn’t let himself breathe until he found her, calling anyone who might know. until, he finally resorted to the police, calling athena.

“hey, athena,” he rushes out. “y/n, i- i don’t know where she is and that’s really unlike her, so-“

“diaz…” she says, making anxiety rise in eddie’s body.

“what? what happened? is she ok?”

“we believe she was taken,” eddie’s heart sinks to the floor, immediately turning his blood cold. “do you know a mark peterson?”

“no, never heard of him. i’m going to find her,”

“absolutely not, eddie. we are finding her now,” athena tries her best to ease his terror, but it fails.

“then i’m coming with you, i’ll be at the station in 10.”

eddie sits shotgun in athena’s police car after he got carla to watch christopher. he couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing up and down and his fingers to quit fidgeting. athena takes note of this.

“she’s going to be alright, we’ve got a lot of evidence for this.”

“we don’t know where the hell she is, we have no answers.”

“you’re right, we don’t. but you think she’d want you to lose hope on her?” eddie looks at her, staring at her eyes on the road before turning his phone on. he’s confronted with a picture of y/n and christopher together, pure smiles on their face as his world is out of touch. it’s only on a screen, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

y/n sat, frozen on the bed of the hotel room. she was completely burnt out, thinking that she was stuck with him forever. that news segment. if only she wasn’t shown on the fucking news segment, he wouldn’t have reappeared in her life.

his fake smiles and taunting words had become nothing but useless ones. she was living in her nightmare of having to deal with him, but she thought back to eddie.

every single memory they’d made over the past few years came flooding through her head. from her teaching him how to cook, to their first kiss, to last night where she was in his arms. it was beyond her comprehension that this much could happen in 24-hours. the time of her shifts, her normal routines that she longed for right now.

it wasn’t until mark heard knocks on doors, asking how many people were staying there until she was snapped out of her thoughts. she noticed the red and blue lights from outside the window as mark swore to himself. “fuck! get in the bathroom, y/n.”

“n-no, i wanna stay here-“ she argued as he complained back.

“get in there now! i’m not asking you again, or i swear to god, y/n…”

the darkness in his eyes was what forced her to stand up, but leaving her jacket on the bed and taking her shoes off, leaving them in clear sight. the knocks got closer, before the own piece of wood separating them was banged. mark opened the door casually, like nothing was going on. it always scared y/n the most. the way he could put up this front and act like some innocent man.

“hello, officer!” he said politely. “can i do anything?”

“hello, sir,” athena said, knowing he was the one to be holding y/n. “may i just ask, how many people are in this hotel?”

“just me, miss.”

“alright, i see. i saw this room was booked for two, and i’m assuming those articles of clothing aren’t yours?”

mark stops right in his tracks, wanting to pull y/n out of that bathroom and reprimand her for leaving her stuff. his face dropping, he didn’t know what to say. athena knew it too.

“mind if i take a look around? missing person warning, we have to be sure.”

his expression did not change, but he panicked on the inside. he was a quick man, but not quick enough to prevent athena’s abrupt hand against the closing door. she pulled him out, pressing him against the wall as she called for backup. “better luck next time, mark. let’s have a few words, you have the right to remain silent…”

y/n’s fingers were pressed in her ears, trying to block out any of the commotion or yelling that might’ve commenced. she’d already heard too much tonight, scared to traumatize herself any further. the noise concealed by her hands made her not even notice the opening of the door, and fearful to turn around and see his face again. she had been crying violently on the cold tiles of the bathroom, praying she’d be out of this mess. y/n’s instinct was to flinch at the hand pressed against her shoulder. eventually, she realized it was a humane one. she slowly turned herself around, locking eyes with athena. “we’ve got him, y/n.”

she sighed out in relief, but also in preparation for the storm of tears pouring out of her eyes. her hand went to cover her mouth in disbelief. she’d been hiding from this man for years, and she finally didn’t have to. she knew for a while that she wasn’t really free, she was just away from him. at last, the game of hide and seek ended, and it’s all going to be different.

her hand connected with athena’s, pulling her off the ground and out of the room. she was brought outside, lurking around the parking lot in desperate hopes for someone she loves. someone who’s touch can heal any wound. her dreams came true, when she saw eddie walking toward her.

“eddie,” she gasps out.

“y/n!” he runs closer, scooping her up into his arms and kissing her face frantically. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, mi vida, i’m so, so sorry.”

“i should’ve told you, i should’ve said something.”

“no, no, it’s not your fault. it never has been and it never will be.”

“i was so scared my life was over again. that i’d never see you or christopher, or hen or chim and buck or bobby and-“

“hey, calm down, ok? it’s all going to be ok, i’m here,” eddie doesn’t let go or let her release herself from his arms. she looks him dead in the eye, making sure he’s real and that she isn’t just searching for an answer. “they’ve got him, you never have to see him again. you won, baby.”

she won. she won? y/n didn’t feel like she won. the whole scenario still felt like a twisted prank, but it wasn’t. it was real, and she ended it. the years of making herself smaller and degrading herself because of one man were over. the time where she was continuously proven as less than had stopped.

she has eddie forever now, so if anyone had won, it was her.

[stell404]

𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗦

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘

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Family jewels masterlist | back to navigation Parings: Sully family x reader, jake sully x daughter!reader Word count: 803 Notes: I hope you guys like this!! I hope this isn't too little for a prologue also sorry if it's bad, english is not my first language 😭😭 Btw the big spaces between some paragraphs indicate a scene change/time skip!! Also, this fic is inspired by @neteyamsilly's fic 'i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best' it's an amazing story so if you haven't read it yet (i'm sure everyone has seen that...if you haven't then what are you doing with your life), not the whole thing, just some parts!! Anyway I hope you all like this (lowkey scared to post this) 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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For the sky-people—and I guess for some Na'vi too—having a daughter is considered 'sad'. It is as if bringing life to a female is something to mourn rather than it being something to celebrate. Why? Perhaps they think that women are useless, just an object of reproduction, a maid, someone who is 'not fit' to lead. What a poor excuse.

This caused troubles to the life of young girls, obviously. Hence, the old sky-people theory.

There is an old theory that first-born daughters were genetically predispositioned to look, act, and think more like their father, this theory was made so that the fathers would love their daughter instead of neglecting them simply because they are female.

Jake's first-born daughter, [Name], is a perfect replica of him. You'd assume Lo'ak was his carbon copy and yeah, indeed he is, not only do they look identical but even his and Lo'ak's life were parallel to each other.

But [Name]'s thoughts, speech, gait, and other traits are very similar to those of Jake when he was a mere teenager like her. The traits that led Jake into trouble as a child—his stubbornness, lust for adventure, pride, and bravery—were also the ones that caused him to become paralyzed from the waist down.

He feared his daughter would go down the same path he did, he could not bear to watch it. He was completely overcome by terror, slowly turning to anger the second the sky-people decided to step foot in Pandora once again.

They no longer had the wonderful father-daughter connection they had when [Name] was a young child; instead, they had become like bulls that constantly butted heads whenever they had the opportunity.

[Name] didn't get why this was happening. It had been like this since they had to move to High camp; perhaps it's because of the stress, there had been this tension amongst her family, like a thick atmosphere keeping them all away from each other.

Considering what [Name] and her siblings are doing, she and her father would definitely get into yet another dispute.

It was way past the eclipse but [Name] and her siblings are still out in the forest. Crackling sounds emitted from the small bonfire they all surrounded. The leaves from trees around them rustled at the wind's subtle blow

Normally, at this time they would be home eating dinner. But tonight it's different, Neteyam agreed to his siblings dumb plan to sneak out, who would've thought?

"You know dad will skin us when we come back," Neteyam said playfully to his siblings.

"No he won't, loser!" Tuk exclaimed, causing gasps and laughter to burst from the siblings.

"Tuk who taught you that!?" Kiri laughed in shock.

"[Name] did," she said, pointing at [Name]. Her big sister simply mouthed a small "fuck you" to her causing her to giggle at her sisters childish manners.

Their night continued on with chatters and laughter. As things started to calm down, and the topic of their conversation got less and less childish, [Name] decided to share her plan to her siblings.

"You know, I've been thinking, I'll tell dad I'm gonna do my Iknimaya soon," [Name] said in a whisper, a small smile of desire decorated her face.

Lo'ak snorted, "He'll say no."

"Lo'ak," Neteyam warned his brother.

"Well I'm not asking him, I'm telling him." [Name] shot back, rolling her eyes.

"He still won't allow you." Lo'ak said in a sing-song voice, as if to tease her. This earned him a playful smack in the head by his sister. Laughter can be heard from afar as Lo'ak and [Name] continued their playful squabbling.

It was almost morning when they all decided to return back to High camp. They quietly snuck in their tent, hoping their parents are still sleeping.

As they were getting closer their mother—Neytiri—opened the tent flaps hastily, the siblings stood in shock as their mother ran to hug them.

"Where were you guys? You got me and your father so worried, are you guys okay? Are any of you hurt?" she asked, stumbling over her words.

"We are fine, Mother." Neteyam spoke, placing a hand on Neytiri's shoulder.

Jake walked up from behind them, clearing his throat to get the attention. The siblings tensed up as they saw him.

"Kiri, Tuk, get some sleep." he said, hugging his daughters. [Name] was jealous, she was his daughter too, why doesn't she get that treatment? Neytiri took her two daughters back to the tent, leaving Jake with her three other kids

Jake stared at his three kids with an angry and disappointed look on his face.  [Name] and her brothers stood straight with their hands behind their backs.

"Sir—" Neteyam started but was quickly cut off by Jake.

"[Name], Netyam, Lo'ak, come with me. We need to talk."

[eidolonlathi]

A Look at the Dynamics between the Sanguinarch and Lettou

I’ll never get over the irony how a Vampire who detests non-Sarkaz and is so obsessed with the purity of Sarkaz bIood is shown to have the most stable bond throughout the Londinium arc with a Liberi, excuse me, with an outbIood.

They’re witnessing from afar how Allerdale’s manor is burning down, it’s the first scene they share together, and it’s already setting the tone for all of their future interactions. Lettou makes a tentative attempt to talk to the Sanguinarch – about what we’ll never know – just to immediately get ordered to stop talking because the Sanguinarch wants to enjoy the view in silence. He is picking up though that Lettou isn’t agreeing fully with methods having become more drastic and does two things: First he suggests (orders) that Lettou stops worrying and learns to enjoy the destruction in front of him while calling Lettou his friend. And second he offers him the slightest bit of justification of his own actions by claiming that witnessing the evaporation of the traitor bIood in front of them is the Sanguinarch’s responsibility, implying that he is driven by more than pure bIoodIust in this moment. Lettou can’t do much more in this moment than to agree that they share a common goal, but at the same time he does a bit more than that: He states that cooperating with the Sanguinarch’s methods is his duty, hence repeating the sentiment that both of their actions are driven by circumstances that go beyond personal motivation.

Those two finding this point of agreement is no coincidence. At their core they both are people who have no higher priority than fulfilling the things they view as their duty. With Lettou no one notices because he immediately gets dismissed as a traitor, and with the Sanguinarch one doesn’t because he’s so cruel and abrasive that it’s hard to notice any nuance beyond that.

You keep reading and see that the state in Londinium has now declined to a degree that now even the nobility who was kept safe in their bubble have become targets. The artillery canons Manfred uses spread terror from afar, the destruction the Sanguinarch and Lettou cause tends to be one committed from up close. We see the Sanguinarch relying on Lettou’s help when disposing of a noble who has become a nuisance and like in the scene with Allerdale’s manor getting destroyed carnage and enjoyment blur together. Once the noble is dealt with, the Sanguinarch suggests (orders) that he and Lettou follow the invitation of the now disposed of noble to sample his private wine reserve. As much as the Sanguinarch claims to despise outbloods, Lettou’s presence clearly doesn’t ruin his appetite, interesting.

You’ll continue reading and see that a destruction that is already spreading is one difficult to contain and control. Lettou tentatively implies to the Sagnuinarch that it might have been a measure too drastic that he has fed a nobleman’s wife and child to his Vampires. Or at least he tries to address the point. The Sanguinarch doesn’t even let him finish his sentence and uses his bIood arts to cut off Lettou’s ability to breathe. Lettou orders his men to stand back when they are about to defend him in this moment – thus ensuring they won’t end up as a guaranteed collateral damage against a Vampire they have no chance against – rather accepting to face his end alone. But that never arrives. The Sanguinarch lets him live.

The moment makes you question why the Sanguinarch is still keeping Lettou around at this point, and he just answers that himself. He calls Lettou his pet Falcon and claims that when other people wonder why he’s keeping around and spoiling a pet that occasionally pecks his finger, that he’s doing it because the personality and intelligence of his pet bird makes the effort still worth it.

At this point it really becomes striking how fear and control have become a constant element of their interactions. But at the same time this appears to be driven more by purpose than mere malice. The Sanguinarch will physically hurt Lettou and compare him to a pet bird when feeling disappointed with him, but in the same moment he will admit that he keeps him around because he values his personality and intelligence. If you continue to look at their interactions you'll notice how there is an ongoing theme how the Sanguinarch won’t hesitate to be crueI to Lettou – usually to ‘teach’ him to do better – but at the same time it is Lettou who is the one person he cares to keep around himself. Keeping a non-Sarkaz close apparently doesn’t count as long as he calls him his pet. Endlessly fascinated by the cope he puts in place here.

Because, you know, the Falcon thing goes both ways. On the first look it just looks like yet another way to humiliate Lettou. On closer look, the Sanguinarch just implied that he had been confronted with people who were wondering why he keeps that outblood this close. Making a point how he only keeps him around as a ‘pet’ sort of solves his problem and also protects Lettou from other Sarkaz assuming that the Sanguinarch cares. And with the tense and distrustful atmosphere around the Sarkaz Royal Court you can see how that would be a point he would like to make.

Team Amiya targets the command tower of the Defense Forces and this multilayered dynamic only extends itself. By this point Lettou has lost almost all sense of self-preservation and doesn’t bother to dodge the attacks directed at him. Partially he refuses to leave the tower because he can’t bring it over himself to abandon his men who are still fighting, partially he feels an end by the hands of the Sarkaz has become unavoidable, so why resist? Given this insight it’s a sad irony that the very first the Sanguinarch does when arriving on the tower is to put a shield of bIood between Lettou and Ascalon, protecting him from her attack. He immediately reprimands Lettou for being foolish enough to not dodge an opponent he knows to be stronger than him and puts his ‘blessing’ on the soldiers Lettou feels responsible for, disposing of the one thing that prevented Lettou to think of his own wellbeing first. But you know… For all the tantrum the Sanguinarch is throwing and for all the threats he is making towards Lettou, it’s again one of those odd situations where the words spoken don’t quite reflect the actions that were taken. Like, buddy, if Lettou is really that disposable in your eyes then why go through the effort of shielding him from Team Amiya at all? Why instead not instantly go for the crown you’re so set on destroying when surprise still would have been on your side, hmm? I guess danger forcing one to make quick decisions reveals some of one’s priorities after all.

Episode twelve shows little of those two interacting but the one instance that does is the more interesting because the scene involves Damazti. He treats it as complete routine to tell Lettou that he’d better hurry back to the Sanguinarch because "he had just opened a new bottle of wine, waiting for you, and we have already grown tired of his stories of yesteryear. You are a much better listener than we are". Stranger domestic habits have developed, I guess. It’s sort of telling though how Damazti views Lettou as his instant ticket out of having to participate in a conversation he finds boring, viewing the Sanguinarch and Lettou as some sort of item.

If Damazti noticed this you can be certain that Theresis did as well. I always found the timing a bit too convenient that the Defense Forces got disarmed around the same time Theresis was about to send the Sanguinarch to perform the ritual at Brentwood. One has to ask if Theresis had kept the defense at Brentwood this suspiciously low because he had hoped to get rid of the Sanguinarch. It looks as if from Theresis view it was most convenient to get rid of both annoyances at the same time. I wonder if he had counted on the Sanguinarch disposing of Lettou earlier and got caught by surprise when that never happened.

With the Defense Forces disarmed at the end of Episode 13, Lettou sees little hope for anything. It gets implied that he never really believed Theresis would hand back the Gaulish platforms and only hoped that his actions would create an opening for his compatriots in the Gaulish restoration to act. Witnessing the escalating violence in Londinim, he decides to kiII the old Vieux Vanguard he had been looking after before any of the Sarkaz can get him into their hands. And then he goes to see the Sanguinarch one last time, kiIIing himself right before his eyes.

With what we witnessed so far it comes as little surprise to see the kind of breaking point Lettou has reached, but interestingly amongst his desperation there are still elements of determination. On his way to see the Vieux Vanguard Clovisia approaches Lettou, offering him to join her side and safe himself through it. Not only does he decline, he basically calls Clovisia a ruthless opportunist who is using the chaos for her own goals. It's clear he neither trusts her nor holds any respect for her. But also, given what will happen later… in rejecting her offer he’s staying loyal to the Sanguinarch even when he has already decided that he wants to leave him on his own terms. Lettou kiIIing himself in front of the Sanguinarch while calling him names was an act of spite and desperation, sure, but also one ingrained with a twisted sense of loyalty. Even when acknowledging the dismal conditions he had been in and when checking out on his own conditions, Lettou did so in a way that wouldn't inconvenience the Sanguinarch.

Clovisia’s offer had no chance to shake his decision. Lettou moved in the confinements he was in at the time, sure, but he did so while holding on to the last shred of principles and dignity he had. It was also an act that left the Sanguinarch baffled. He could imagine that Lettou would try and hurt him in the state he was in, but he hadn’t seen the possibility that Lettou would hurt himself. The Sanguinarch gets taken by surprise but can’t even admit that to himself. Instead he tells himself like ten times that Lettou was an insignificant existence and that there’s no reason to care that he died.

The Sanguinarch has been shown to have the most stable bond throughout the Londinium arc with a non-Sarkaz he called his pet, but he tells himself that he doesn’t care the Liberi just cut his own throat, even though not even five minutes ago he told Lettou he should feel honored that the Sanguinarch let him close in ways he doesn’t even with his fellow Vampires. He reminds himself that the insignificant man he wasted the last couple of years with was but a pathetic existence, so insignificant even that he will not waste a single thought more to think about this annoying person who didn’t matter. The Sanguinarch is going to stop thinking about Lettou for sure. Soon. Any moment now. Dude goes and claims he doesn’t care even though we have seen by now that this is not entirely true. Dude goes and claims he doesn’t care and sounds like the person he has to convince the most is he himself.

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ The Boxers At A Haunted House ☆

Stopped thinking about spore for this one, thats when you know its important (woah) by this i dont mean actual spirits i mean the fake halloweenie ones btw

Glass Joe

- Just screaming, even at the people not supposed to be scary

- "AH! You scared me!"

- "Joe i dont have anything on"

- "i know but still"

- hes just running for his life

- keeps tripping over things, he would probably be the first to die in a horror movie

- climbed on von kaiser at some point from fear

- "GET OFF ME!!"

- "AHHH!!"

- his scream makes everyone scream, hes such a scream queen its not funny

- threw a chair at piston hondo from fear at some point

- Literally begging for his life

- #1 to get thrown at the culprit whenever hes running away with a group

- keeps getting chucked at the employees

Von Kaiser

- screaming along with Joe

- flinging things around from fear, those underpaid employees are gonna have to work overtime to pay the medical bills kaiser caused them by throwing a entire ass table at them

- cannot speak, at all, hes just screaming, causing everyone else to also scream

- "AHHHH"

- "AHHHHHH!!"

- "AHHH!!!???"

- pushes whoever is next to him at whatever is chasing him

- "TAKE HIM INSTEAD!!"

- "oh"

- making barricades & hiding

- sneaks up & attacks one of the employees

Disco Kid

- sacrificing Joe to the employees

- hiding with kaiser

- Just laughing like crazy because he cant take 18 grown men screaming in unison seriously while cheap horror music is being played in the back with people chasing them in cheap halloween costumes (almost typed creamed ☹️)

- keeps giving away their hiding spot from all the giggling

- "SHHH!! SHUT UP SHUT UP YOURE GIVING US AWAY"

- hes just losing it while hiding in the closet

- hondo had to hold his mouth shut while they hid

- giggling while pushing the employees jokingly, ended up breaking a few bones

- having the time of his life

King Hippo

- keeps "accidentally" scaring people

- the real fear factor is him falling down the stairs, hit 3 people while falling like a bowling ball (STRIKE!)

- also laughing with disco, theyre both hysterically laughing while the others are just shaking in fear

- scared off the employees

- keeps falling & bumping into things

Piston Hondo

- actual screams of terror from him (damn he could be a good actor)

- hiding with disco & von kaiser

- hes acting like a actual serial killer is chasing him and the boxers

- begging for mercy from whoever scares him

- Real jumpy

- "DONT KILL ME!!! I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!!"

- "huh??"

- "nevermind its you"

- accidentally begged for mercy from Aran

- running blindly, had to be hunted down by bear hugger after they got finished

Great Tiger

- screaming back at the employees, uno reverse their ass tiger go get em!!

- Just gasps like a concerned white mom at whoevers trying to scare him

- hes chasing people instead of being chased

- guiding performers to von kaiser, piston hondo and disco kids hiding spots

- "yeah theyre there"

- "YOU BACKSTABBING WHORE."

- the evil is showing (that or hes just having fun)

- shouting really concerning things while he watches people get chased

- "EAT THEIR SKIN!!"

- "excuse me"

Bear Hugger

- actually accidentally jumpscaring people

- he doesnt really scream, he just goes "OOH!" And just runs like a toddler sprinting from the bathroom from a overflowing toilet after putting too much toilet paper in it

- only person who isnt sacrificing Joe

- giggling, accidentally jumpscared Bull & ended up getting decked in the face

- "eeheeeehee ow fuck"

- "whoopsies"

- ended up having a nice chat with one of the employees, damn who knew zombies liked to fish

- grabbing as many people as he can if he gets scared enough & decides to scram, hes not letting anyone die no thank you

Don Flamenco

- hes just getting chased by Aran & some other employees, also real screams of terror

-the real scary sight is him with his balding head & gay ass run

- being overdramatic with Hondo

- "leave me here to die.. Go escape with the others.."

- "NOOO!!"

- hondo & him are acting like theyre being chased by actual murderers

- acting like a victorian child with scarlet fever whenever he trips over something, the spins and everything

- ran face first into a door, his eyeliner is still stuck there

Aran Ryan

- also working with the employees

- got an axe and started terorrizing everyone

- cackling like a gremlin literal "nyehehehe" coming from this man

- concerned for hondo

- tried to climb on a bookshelf & jump on disco kid, face planted instead & got laughed at for a hour

- "he was a fairy..."

- that still keeps him up at night

- chasing don flamenco, theyre doing a literal cross country marathon

-recorded Don flamencos silly ass run

Soda Popinski

- laughing at Bull accidentally decking people in the face

- terorrizing macho for funsies

- accidentally broke a light & scared the shit out of everyone

- grabbing ankles for fun while hiding in the dark

- watching everyone scream & losing it

Bald Bull

- hes just punching anyone that scares him

- Just chatting with tiger

- was fine until Aran came out with the axe, put that axe down irish boy

- only here because Macho Man accidentally typed "all of you are gonna cream your souls out", will never let him live that down

- adopted joe with with soda for a while until he ran from Aran & lost them

- he has never decked this many people in the face in one night before

Super Macho Man

- made the famous "creamed" typo

- "I MEANT SCREAMED!!"

- "i dont think thats a haunted house.. youre thinking of something else"

- "STOP!!"

- pretending to not be scared, running for his life

- ended up crying on the floor when aran with the axe came out

- flirted with one of the employees at some point, hes out here trying to get that ghostussy

Mr Sandman

- convinced one of the employees to take a break & wore their costume

- got found out instantly by Bull

- keeps being jumped onto

- knocked over a bookshelf from laughing too hard at hondos screaming at some point

- patiently waiting for Joe to get up because he keeps tripping over while running

- chasing Aran with a metal pipe, its just a cycle "PUT THAT DOWN" now oh god

Extra

Aran brought a camera and caught some wonderful once in a lifetime sights, these include: Macho Man crying on the floor, glass joe hiding behind soda & bull, bear hugger doing a highfive with a zombie & Sandman looking really pissed off while holding a metal pipe

[shslpookiebear]

IZURU AND JUNKO FOR THE DUO BINGO

i dont remember what this bingo was but im just gonna use this as an excuse to ramble about these two because they are the most DUO DUO EVERRR

in many ways i think izuru is what junko wanted mukuro to be: junko wanted someone who would fall into despair with her fully, who would abandon attachment in the name of terror and thats something which mukuro was incapable of doing. mukuro was able to abandon parts of herself when she became a child solider, but she was attached to her classmates in a painfully human way, denying the dehumanizing nature of her training. similarly, izuru was desined to be a weapon, but izurus very nature is inhuman, created not born. Izuru is fundamentally unattached seeing the world in the same way she does, searching for stimulation no matter the remnants left behind in the wake of his actions. for that reason junko connects with izuru far more and part of it is that deep seeded desire to have someone who would fufil that role that mukuro never could.

this isnt to say junko and izuru have a sibling dynamic and would have that element of genuine care for each other. but junko burried her love for her sister deep inside of her in order to plunge the world and herself into darkness. and i think thats why junko is so tied to izuru, because she keeps him tight under her watch so that she cant loose him like how she lost her sister-- a fear that if he gets attached to anyone else it would ruin him just as it ruined mukuro.

i disagree with people who rank izuru in the same spot as the rest of the remnants, because he acted seperate to them, he acted with junko not as a satilite of hers. as much as mukuro and junko were the despair sisters it was truly junko and izuru who caused despair, mukuro couldnt keep up with them and junko and izuru were the only two monsters in the world who could fully understand eachother.

[militantinremission]

Does Haiti really need outside help?

So The United Nations wants 2 send a 'Peace Keeping' Force into Haiti- against The Will of the Haitian People. The U.N. says that this action comes @ the request of the Haitian Prime Minister & The People, but The 'Prime Minister' wasn't elected into Office & 'The People' are vehemently against another U.N. 'Occupation'. The last (so called) Peace Keeping Mission in Haiti brought a rash of violent acts against Haitian people; including the raping of Haitian Women, Girls, & Boys.

On top of their violation of Haitian bodies, The U.N. Peacekeepers further disrespected The Haitian People by defecating in fresh water reservoirs meant for drinking, cooking, & bathing. The result caused a Cholera Outbreak that still lingers today. When we factor in details, like how the Kenyan Peacekeepers stipulated their focus was on 'key assets', it's easy to understand why The Haitian People do not want foreign involvement in their affairs.

The U.S. has dedicated $100M to pay for U.N. Peacekeepers, but America hasn't offered that amount in the way of Haitian Outreach. It makes me ask: whatever happened to the $6B that Bill Clinton & George H.W. Bush promised to raise for Haiti? How many houses did they ever build? There are several nations overseeing Haiti's 'Sovereignty' (The Core Group), but Mainstream Media blames Haiti alone for its current State... U.N. Troops have been caught in Uganda & DRC w/ truckloads of 'raw materials'- are we supposed to turn a blind eye to Haiti's mineral wealth?

The big excuse, are the Haitian Gangs. According to Mainstream Media, there are dozens of them & they're running rampant across the Island. The Haitian Police & Military are overwhelmed! U.N. Forces are needed to restore Law & Order in Haiti. The problem is, which story is true? One Story says that some gang leaders are meeting w/ Prime Minister Ariel Henry, & are terrorizing neighborhoods w/ the blessing of local Police. Another story says that some gang leaders are holding meetings & forming truces.

Why can't Haiti be left to choose Her own fate? I really question why The World fears Haiti so much? The Haitian Revolution was 220Yrs ago. As Europeans say to Us: That was a long time ago, why can't you let it go? If Europe & America can give Germany autonomy after WW I & WW II, why is Haiti still being held back? What's really going on? Why are Afrikan Nations joining America & France in this U.N. Occupation? Is Haiti a training exercise for Niger, Burkina Faso, or Mali?

-Just Asking

[sapphos-catpanions]

how does prostitution affect a pro-prostitution woman? some selected quotes:

“I feel this stress and low-level panic that doesn’t progress into a panic attack but makes me feel constantly on edge. To describe it to someone who doesn’t experience generalized anxiety, I’d say it’s like when you’ve had far too much caffeine and your body is reacting to it with that building nervous energy. I often get the urge to cancel an appointment when I feel it, even if there are no red flags and I really need the money.”

“I do have PTSD, and I experience my pre-prostitution jitters like a cue telling me about the risk of a triggering event, rather than being an episode in themselves. Sometimes it prompts me to cancel on a client if I can afford to do so, other times I keep in mind that I’m in a more fragile state and do more screening, other times I simply push through it and hope for the best.”

“The feeling is often connected to taking a break from selling sex because if you’re selling sex consistently you get into a certain headspace. Either you’re comfortable and get into a rhythm where you’re not constantly at a high level of anxiety, or you’re miserable and far worse off than the pre-prostitution jitters so you don’t feel them.

“When I got the jitters before seeing the client, knowing how badly I needed the money, I planned to ignore the warning sign that they were. If the client was fine, I’d likely have no lasting damage for ignoring them, and then I’d have more money to soothe my panic about my impending need to pay rent and a large deposit.”

“Lots of people will talk about this and say it’s always PTSD, or that it’s simply a manifestation of the fear sex workers naturally feel about seeing clients. Many people even use discussion about this as an excuse to deny us rights, to argue the “sex trade” must be abolished for our own good. Regardless of why many of us feel this specific brand of panic, I can think of plenty of times I’ve desperately not wanted to see clients but have had to do so to be able to afford basic necessities. I don’t need to argue that this isn’t PTSD over sex bleeding through the denial many sex workers have about the trauma selling sex causes us – whether it is or isn’t, our need for money still exists and the reason we’ve chosen to sell sex is that it’s our best option.

“I’ve had bar jobs where I’ve come home from work sobbing over how badly my feet hurt after a 14 hour shift and then in the morning I’ve felt like I’m about to vomit at the thought of going back into work. Then I pushed through that feeling and did it anyway. I suppose to an extent, the jitters I get before selling sex aren’t dissimilar to the feeling of not wanting to do any other kind of work, though the fear component is unique to types of work that are dangerous.”

“In the absence of other options, pushing past your mental resistance can be damaging, so we need to be more understanding about taking care of ourselves after. That means taking breaks when we can, and not giving in on days where we’re feeling lazy instead of averse for other reasons. If I’m feeling tired and can’t be bothered to see a client, I push myself with the knowledge that if I cancel over that it might mean I can’t cancel the next week when I have that sick feeling of anxiety… because I’ll need the money too much. I want to be able to take time off just because I’m not in the mood, but if doing so means having to work despite terror later then I’ll gladly work through being tired.

“I often avoid talking about these feelings because I don’t want people to react with panic on my behalf when I talk about seeing clients. I want to be clear that for me, I only experience this these days when it’s been more than a couple of weeks since I last saw a client, and once I meet them it goes away and I’m no worse-for-wear. Occasionally I cancel on a client and try again later and see if the feeling repeats, but it’s not usually a huge issue for me these days. That doesn’t mean I don’t remember vividly when it used to be a larger problem.

“Whether I’m half-jokingly calling it the “pre-prostitution jitters” or SWERFs want to call it “sex trade PTSD symptoms”, so many of us are experiencing this reaction and often having to work through it. We should be talking about it and looking for ways to cope, or at the very least sharing our experiences with each other for some level of comfort.”

i’m not making fun of her. her situation is nightmarish: having taken up prostitution due to financial and possibly social pressure, she feels forced to “push through” (her words) her natural feeling of “terror” (her word) and visceral disgust. it seems like it happens again, and again, and again.

DON’T pity her: she is trying to entice vulnerable young people down the same path she’s trodden with promises that it’s not that bad if you figure out how to deal with it, it’s on you to figure out how to push through it.

but goddamn.. i hope she finds a better opportunity outside prostitution, before she suffers permanent injury (if she hasn’t already) or death. none of my sisters deserve that. there is no sin she could commit that would make her deserve that.

[mrsmarchw]

Queen of my pitiful soul - James Patrick March

you can see the next chapter here

I. Piercing gaze under penumbra

The week had been long. I knew it would be exhausting, a sudden change with no forewarning. But I did not expect such intensity. Well, I suppose I had it coming. May my stubbornness be cursed.

The company I had called home for several years closed its doors in the city. Yet, management saw value in me and offered two options: transfer to a branch or face unemployment. Oh, yes, I could have continue working there. Times have changed. In 2022, many companies have embraced the idea of working from home and even flexible schedules. However, technology has never been my strong suit and, to be honest, it holds little interest for me. Is there something about the internet that cannot be done in the flesh?

This is what I told my dearest loved ones as I bid them farewell. Little did they know that I was in great danger. As it drew closer, I knew that I could not turn back or remain standing idly by. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to run, to escape the impending threat that loomed before me. My heart pounded with fear, but I steeled myself for what was to come. I would not let this danger defeat me. I would not let it consume me.

I must also confess that this opportunity fell into my lap at the ideal moment and provided a convenient excuse to burry that place - and my past - as deep as possible. In any case, it was not in my nature to remain stationary. And so, I made my decision. But it was a radical move, and upon further contemplation, perhaps I was not ready for it.

It was mid-September, the temperatures were starting to drop and the smell of autumn was already present in the air. The cold wind hit me with force before I got into the taxi, causing me to shiver and eventually sneezes through my sensitive nose. It was already clear that I was impatient with the traffic and with the driver who almost got us under trucks a few good times, due to his lack of attention on the track and the excess of it in the rearview mirror.

The man could not take his eyes off me, like a predator eyeing its prey, stripping me with his gaze. I was used to stares, thanks to the alluring force that embraced the boundaries of my body and also due to my own beauty, it was routine. But an unusual wickness overpowered the taxi driver's face, I could see the face of a demon - ironic. The mere presence of him caused a fire to ignite within me. I couldn't shake the feeling that something about him was off. Was he even who he claimed to be? Or was there something more sinister lurking beneath the surface? A normal person would never see such inhumanity with such cleverness, however, I was far from ordinary.

At times, when we stopped at the stoplight, he would turn back to stare at my legs with such a hateful look that it seemed capable of lifting my skirt a few centimeters. As I came to understand that he was, in fact, just a deeply flawed human and not some supernatural entity, I felt no fear - it was he who should have been trembling in terror at the thought of facing me. Rather, I would later discover that his repulsive behavior had brought to the surface a desire I thought I had buried forever ages ago.

The sudden vibration of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. 'Estelle', the screen read. Mother. I counted 15 seconds in my head, hoping the call would drop before I had to answer. Of course, that was not to be.

"I am well [...] yes, Mother, it is excellent here [...] no, you may not come."

The call was mercifully short. After all these years, she remains concerned with the trivialities of the mortal world. In any case, it reminded me of a nostalgiciac time that brought a smile to my lips. A time when I was not Melinda - and I would've never dreamed of being.

As the summer sun began to set, its beauty was undeniable. However, in the city of Los Angeles, the heat can be unbearable and bring out the worst in people, causing tempers to rise and conflicts to erupt. My journey was filled with the sounds of honking and insults from other drivers in the congested traffic.

Finally arriving at my destination, I stepped out of the dirty taxi and was greeted by a dark purple sky and a hotel sign that was flickering and making a buzzing noise with its broken letters.

I stood before the very gates of hell.

HOTEL CORTEZ

As I made my way through the opulent lobby, my eyes were drawn to the stunning Art Deco aesthetic that adorned the space. The rich burgundy hues of the armchairs and small tables exuded luxury, and the gold and black edges added a touch of elegance. The grand chandeliers hanging from the ceiling only added to the splendor of the room, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of envy at the thought of calling such a lavish space home.

I knew in that moment that I had arrived in a place of exceptional sophistication. Though I was tired to the bone after a long and trying week, I was determined to treat myself to a bit of indulgence and pampering. As I stepped over the threshold, I felt the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders, if only for a little while.

The bar was empty except for one person - an unusual occurrence on a Friday evening after work. The dim light made it impossible for me to see their face. All I saw was a tall, slender figure with their back turned, dressed in a shadowy garment. I approached cautiously, taking a seat at the bar. It wasn't until the person turned around and came face to face with me that I was able to get a good look at them. In that instant, one hand went to their chest while their eyes widened and the other palm covered their open mouth in shock - revealing their dramatic nature. The sight made me silently laugh, not because I found it funny, but because of the fabulous diva before me.                    

"Don't scare me like that!" the lady shouted.

She was adorned in a long, navy blue evening gown adorned with shimmering sequins that made a delightful racket as she moved. A white turban was perched atop her head, the fabric arranged in such a way that it revealed glimpses of her silver-gray scalp, visible beneath the shaved strands that were just starting to grow back. Her eyes were smoky, matching the shade of her dress and lined with Egyptian kohl. Her lips were painted with a bold red lipstick that barely showed on her thin lips and her nails were painted an enormous silver. She was magnificent. The confidence radiating from her was seductive.

"I'll have whatever you have." I gave the perfectly dressed woman behind the counter a tired smile, both of us with curious eyes.

She served me in silence, watching me in the same way that I watched her. I was certain that our relationship would surprise me, and I eagerly awaited it.

"I'm Liz." She said after a long moment of silence, simply looking at me with interest. The woman turned her back, searching through the shelves for a glass like mine to pour herself a drink as well. "And you, Melinda, are a beauty for our guests."

The revelation came as a shock to me. I had foolishly believed that no one in this hotel had taken notice of my presence or even my name - not even her. That's how things were meant to be kept, that's how I had intended them to remain. However, I was naive to think that I could go unnoticed anywhere. I took a deep breath, gazing at the remaining amber liquid that she had poured for me and affected a look of surprise, before downing it all in one go. I forced my lips into a slight smile. While I valued discretion, I couldn't deny the pleasure of being flattered.

Eventually, the establishment filled with other patrons and Liz left to attend to them.

From the moment I stepped through the doors of this building, I felt a pair of eyes fixed upon me, following my every move. It was no different at that very moment. A week had been more than enough time for me to realize one of the reasons this hotel was so peculiar: it was home to more of the dead than the living. And I knew exactly who was accompanied by vital energy and who was not. Tragically, few souls were willing to reveal themselves to me, it was said due to my nature. But he was not afraid. In fact, he stayed dangerously close. A considerable part of me longed to see the face of the man who watched me day and night.

I undid my hairdo, unbuttoned a few buttons on my blouse, and slipped off my heels, leaving them beneath the bench. Several hours passed in silence as I took one dose after another that Liz brought to me.

As I was left to my own devices, my thoughts inevitably turned to the issue I had been avoiding for weeks, desperately trying to distract myself with petty tasks like work and moving. I even found myself picking at the nail polish on my fingers, a nervous habit I thought I had left behind. Desperate for some form of comfort, I frantically searched my bag for my pack of cigarettes and lit one, inhaling deeply as the cancerous smoke filled my lungs. Anxiety twisted in my chest like a vice, causing me to wonder if I would ever be able to escape this predicament I had found myself in.

Being immortal does not mean one is impervious to all harm.

"What's worrying you so much?" My thoughts were interrupted by the woman from earlier. She had moved so stealthily that I barely noticed her approach. Now, she had poured herself a glass and was leaning on the counter, eyeing me with an empathetic gaze.

"Work," I lied without hesitation, rolling my eyes and pretending that this was indeed the cause of my worries. There was no need to expose my true concerns to this woman, especially as I had only just met her a few minutes ago.

She raised her eyebrows and pulled a bench over to sit down, never taking her eyes off of me. My short, curt answer cut the mood, making it clear that I did not wish to discuss the matter further.

"What a beautiful and sweet voice you have..." She commented out of nowhere. "I can tell you're not from Los Angeles."

"I am most grateful for the compliment," I said, smiling softly at the young woman. I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "I, too, am a singer, though perhaps not a professional one. But I have a great love for it all the same."

As the hours passed and the crowd thinned, I found myself alone with Liz and the bottles once again. Though I was immune to the effects of alcohol, the hours of drinking had still taken their toll on my already exhausted body. All I desired was a hot bath, some jazz music, and a cigarette in the comfort of my own room.

As I made myself at home in this hotel, I found a new sense of comfort that I had never felt before. Perhaps it was because of the other troubled beings who lived here, just like me. I knew that no matter what I did, the outside world had no power to affect my home within these walls.

I slid my credit card across the counter to Liz. Despite my exhaustion, I was determined to make it to my room and escape the chaos of my thoughts. I could tell that Liz, too, was aware of the turmoil swirling inside of me. As I placed another cigarette between my lips, I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand.

"Keep this." She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, my gaze piercing as I looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. The flame of the lighter illuminated my face, casting shadows across my features. "The master paid your bill." 

With a flick of her wrist, she gestured towards the man at the other end of the bar, whom I had not noticed was present for but a fleeting moment.

In the very second that our gazes met, I knew without a doubt that he was the owner of the hungry eyes that had been following me constantly. The penumbra only served to enhance his mysterious and inviting appearance.  A bolt of electricity shot through my body at an incomprehensible speed as I quickly and involuntarily took in his entire figure, from head to toe.

He was thin, but not too thin - I could see the defined muscles of his body even beneath his tailored suit. He was tall, with jet black hair perfectly styled back. A thin mustache above his lips and the eyes, oh my, the eyes... In an immense shadowy and intriguing intensity. They pierced me with their intensity.

They were half-closed while locked onto mine. I knew it was him who had been following me, and he knew that I knew. His lack of reaction betrayed a pain that I hadn't felt in many years, and as if he had read my thoughts, his lips curved upwards into a sly smile. He slightly raised his whiskey glass in my direction as a greeting.

I tilted my head slightly to the side and shaped my lips into a sweet smile, silently thanking him. It wasn't my usual approach to approach anyone, but the fascination that he had awoken simply by showing himself was captivating. I needed to know why he had been watching me.

I quickly slipped my shoes on, eager to satisfy my curiosity and find out more about the mysterious gentleman who had caught my attention. However, when I looked up to where he had been standing, he was gone, and so was Liz.

[kob131]

https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBYcritics/comments/yx3pj2/what_if_the_white_fang_had_been_written_as_the/

What if the White Fang had been written as the good guys?

It’d be far more generic and worse for the show?

I’ve been sort of entertaining this idea for a while now. Knowing all the unfortunate baggage and mishandling involved with the White Fang, why not just. Make them the good guys?

Because the actions that drove the White Fang to villainy, the abuse and violence of others, is what also drove Cinder and Salem to violence? And that making the WF good guys but condemning Cinder and Salem is a glaring example of that Protagonist Centered Morality that you ‘critics’ say you hate oh so much?

Say an official rewrite or reboot of RWBY exists in the future - if those two words rub you the wrong way then whatever, basically a clean slate or re-adaptation of RWBY - the fact stands that the White Fang need a heavy revision.

Why? Because a bunch of people who are either being contrarian or want to feel validated keep making catty remarks while making themself look ignorant?

Because that’s about 90% of White Fang criticism. ‘You didn’t do exactly what I wanted so I will misrepresent everything you say out of spite’ and ‘I want to feel like my bloodlust is morally justified.’

People are smart enough at this point to know that you shouldn’t be villainising the oppressed group trying to fight back against a world that is actively pushing them out - if anything the SDC should be more of a antagonistic faction, kind of like the Shinra corporation from Final Fantasy 7 which RWBY is clearly heavily based on, what with Dust and Materia and all that. But that still leaves you with the White Fang and Blake’s arc to write.

Isn’t it a huge compliant that RWBY ‘rips off’ other media? So making it more like something everyone says RWBY rips off just going to make things worse? Also, just because the trope was done a certain way you like doesn’t mean every single execution of the trope needs to be that way.

At any point- You kind of run into a small problem here. And that’s that the WF were committing acts of terror, even in your rewrite. Like, this is not up for debate. It doesn’t matter how terrible of a life you lead or how abused your people are- you do not get to use fear and violence to control people. That causes far bigger issues in 

This has been a large headache point for anyone trying to figure out how to revise RWBY’s more fundamental writing flaws, because the WF are such a prominent antagonist faction throughout the Beacon arc and they were such a problem that CRWBY had no choice but to sweep them under the rug entirely after Adam’s death. But hear me out here. Do we really need to latch onto that idea so hard? That the White Fang need to be villains?

Hear that, future writers? If you resolve an arc or plot point, you have to constantly bring it up again and again and again and again and again and again or else it’s ‘sweeping it under the rug!’

And again, you can’t really excuse the White Fang without excusing Cinder and Salem. They were also abused and treated poorly, almost like objects with their human rights violated. But the thing about RWBY is that it’s a story with themes of heroism and sticking to your principles. With each time a character rejecting said principles being punished (yes, even Team RWBY).

Like, imagine a RWBY where the White Fang are shown as terrorists on TV and in newspapers throughout Vale, but when you actually meet them, they’re a ragtag band of freedom fighters. They’re like Avalanche from FF7; the freedom fighters from Sonic SatAM; you start to realise that they’re the good guys. They’re the embodiment of Chaotic Good or at worst, Chaotic Neutral.

You know, good guys who blow up train cars full of innocent employees without remorse or regret!

You can’t really escape this- From all the way back to the Black Trailer, the WF were bad guys. It is built into RWBY’s foundation and you cannot remove that without rewriting the basics of RWBY. And that point, what makes you any different than The Last Airbender movie?

Putting aside Adam, Ilia and others simply because they’re all supplemental to Blake’s arc, where does Miss Belladonna herself fit into this?

If we want to keep her backstory as a person atoning for a dark past, then the WF would be more grey in response, but still not outright evil. Revolution is not without sacrifice, and when you’re fighting for drastic societal change, conflict is inevitable. While they may fight for a good cause, not everyone has the will or strength to fight, to endure the monumental societal backlash and opposition. Perhaps Blake was one of those people - jaded and burnt out by the never-ending struggle to be heard, losing hope that change would ever be possible - so she runs away in hopes of finding herself, only to be scooped up into Beacon instead.

Because as we all know- Revolution has never caused any problems or made anything worse.

... Hey, Sytokun. Ever heard of the French Revolution? Even if you haven’t, you’ve felt it’s effects. It promoted things like the abolishment of slavery, equal rights and human rights. It was the foundation for many civil rights movements because of the ideals and philosophies the french philosophers at the time preached. And it can be considered the sister revolution of the American Revolution.

It can also be seen as the failed version of the American Revolution. Because as it turned out, the rebels at the time weren’t squeaky clean. The famous saying ‘let them eat cake’ was attributed to Marie Anttonete who was a royal at the time. However, as it turns out, it was actually closer to propaganda against the royal family to stir the people into acting. And no, that’s not the only indication of its failure.

See, the peroid after the Revolution was called the ‘Reign of Terror’ for good reason. Former rebels became leaders and, upon attaining power, started purging anyone and everyone who disagreed with them. One of the most famous being Maximillien Robespierre, a leader of the Revolution who was obviously far too radical to be trusted but was elected anyway in part due to his intense fanaticism, A fanaticism that morphed him into a narcissistic tyrant who tried to make a cult around himself, progressing from killing innocent nobles to other rebels who opposed him to the people he claimed to have cared about.

Luckily, the Reign only lasted about 10 years. Unforunately, what came after was the tyrannical rule of Napoleon. And by Napoleon’s end, the French royalty came back into power and was seated on the throne once again, only to have its power undercut by a more peaceful group of politicians limiting its power as time went on. So basically- the French Revolution was about unseating the royal family. It ended up setting the stage for two consecutive tyrants and ended with the royal family coming back. With its goals accomplished far more peacefully in the future, with nothing to show for the French but a pile of dead bodies.

And honestly, nothing embodies the failure of this revolution than its symbol- the guillotine. You know, the guillotine. The symbol of bloody, frenzied and righteous vengence against anyone the person deems is corrupt and above them. An object used as shorthand for gleeful bloodlust. What you might not know is that this object was made to be an equal and merciful method of execution. Its inventors made it specifically so that human error and bias could be excluded from the act of execution and was promoted as a way to embody the French Revolution’s ideals of equality, that both the poor and rich die equally and mercifully. Then it was used as symbol of fear and oppression, corrupting its intended purpose due to the flaws of the rebels who became tyrants.

So why did I bring you through this long tangent? Because if you were observant, you would notice similarities between the violent White Fang and the French Revolution. How they devolved into bloodlust and violence before ultimately accomplishing nothing. Because this is what happens when people compromise their principles- they keep doing so until there’s nothing left.

And because revolutions and drastic societal change are not inherently POSITIVE like your post implies. While they can be like the American Revolution- that was led by a group of people who stuck to their principles and knew when to end. 

That’s why I love RWBY- it has the balls to admit that sticking to your principles is the way to go. Something your rewrite lacks.

What would she feel, fighting for the side that, while may not have oppressed the Faunus directly, have remained ambivalent and blind to their struggles? Hunters who claim to fight for human and Faunus alike, but who clearly have more humans in their ranks and would choose to rather save a prosperous human city over a struggling Faunus slum? Would living among humans change her outlook on the fight, where she’s torn between reclaiming the hard fight to preserve her own heritage, vs. a relatively comfortable new identity, but one that forces her to assimilate with humankind and live on their terms? Is there a way for her to reconcile these two sides of herself, these two families she’s now a part of?

I would like to point out that no Huntsman in the show aside from the widely hated Cardin has ever shown a bias against the Fanaus. Hell, if Ruby and Yang’s reaction to Cardin bullying Velve, Tuskon owning a bookstore and Qrow’s comment about the discrimination of Fanaus in WOR is any indication- Fanaus equality is probably a virtue in Vale society. Unlike in Mistral or Atlas, So you’d need to fundamentally rewrite huge chunks of RWBY OUTSIDE of just the WF just to get this to work.

Almost like you don’t know what you’re doing...

But let’s not exclude other possibilities too. Assuming we have a Chaotic Good WF, what if Blake was actually proud to be part of the Fang, and enrolls into Beacon as an unashamed member? Her conflicts would then come from the people around her struggling to accept that - how would Weiss work with someone whose group keeps sabotaging their trains? How would Beacon deal with a public member of the Faunus liberation movement? Would some staunchly oppose her enrolment, while others see it as a possible bridge to better relations with the Faunus? How many Faunus would be inspired by Blake and look up to her as a Faunus-born Hunter, while others would decry and dismiss her as just a hollow figurehead and Remnant’s equivalent of a diversity hire?

We could also have the White Fang be nothing but a group of sadistic monsters, going around and murdering innocent people for the sake of making the show feel darker and more dramatic.

None of this is inherently better or even good.

When seeing other rewrites or revisions of RWBY, I still mainly see people trying to work with the WF as given in canon. They still keep the activism turned to violence and extremism. The WF and thus a majority of Faunus are still portrayed as terrorists and cannon fodder for fights. But what if there’s a better way of going about all this?

Why is it better? I’ve already demonstrated that portraying revolution as inherently good isn’t better because it’s a neutral thing in real life. And that the WF as it stands reinforces the theme of principles and heroism. I’d say your version makes it stand out and feel less cohesive.

Again, this usually happens because the person wants Adam to be a good guy or a (not really anti-)hero, Or that they believe that violence for their cause is good and want the show to validate them. Neither of which I accept.

In the end, this is just an interesting thought exercise,-

It’s not really a thought exercise if it’s portrayed as definitively better.

As Blake has said in the manga: “Fangs of pure white need not shed blood.” Those words and the imagery they evoke have always stuck with me when I think about the White Fang and how Blake could have been written, and gives such a valuable insight to why the group was named the way it was.

What if they had never strayed from that name? What if they had not been treated by the story as just faceless enemies to mow down by the dozens… but as people from the very beginning?

You know, I find this awfully funny. Because uh-

Them fangs looking pretty white.

You try citing a non-canon manga but completely miss the symbolism behind the Grimm masks they use. That in their bloodlust and self righteousness, the White Fang has become no different than the creatures of Grimm. Their pain and suffering don’t matter because their actions (terrorism and mass murder) just can’t be excused. It doesn’t matter if the faceless WF member the team is facing was ostracized by society for something they couldn’t control-

They’re still trying to kill them and everyone they care about. All because they fell to their flaws. Just like Cinder. Just like Salem. And just like so many revolutionaries.

[boozuru]

Ghostic - Haunted 5

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(NOT JP PROOFED)

Season: Autumn

Yuzuru: (…So now I have to take a break I didn’t even intend to have.)

Yuzuru: (In all honesty, I’m sure I would have been able to keep going with today’s pace. Though Eichi-sama probably wouldn’t let that slide.)

Yuzuru: (To think that I would put myself in such a bind where I have to leave practice early just because I got distracted by tall tales about the paranormal. I should reflect upon this…)

Yuzuru: (I’ll take a light nap and come back tomorrow feeling refreshed.)

Yuzuru: (Oh? That’s unusual, why is the A/C control room’s door open…?)

Yuzuru: (Hmm. So this is how it looks like on the inside. I can’t help but wonder what this note is doing here though…)

Yuzuru: (The note is rather new, it resembles the ones pasted around ES’s building construction zone right now.)

Yuzuru: (This might not be here from malicious intent, but maybe more so for the safety of the construction workers.)

Yuzuru: (The buildings at ES sometimes have notes like this at seemingly random places. When you couple it with the recent paranormal events, it doesn’t paint a pretty picture.)

Yuzuru: (No, but fear is what makes it seem real - I’m sure that this must be another misunderstanding on my part.)

Yuzuru: (Ah. There’s a presence nearby… I wonder who it is?)

Mayoi: ...

Yuzuru: What a coincidence, Ayase-sama. I didn’t expect to meet you in the emergency staircase-

Mayoi: EEK! F-F-F-Fushimi-san! What are you doing here!?

Yuzuru: Well surely it isn’t that strange. It isn’t unusual for fellow idols to bump into each other on ES grounds, is it? 

Mayoi: W-well, when you put it like that… I just don’t normally see anyone using the emergency staircase, so I was really surprised.

Mayoi: (whispering) Plus, thinking about someone peeking into the secret base makes me uneasy… (This is a reference to the King of Thieves gacha story, where Mayoi introduces his secret hide-out to Sora.)

Yuzuru: Excuse me, are you looking for something?

Mayoi: I-it's nothiiiiiing! I just find it hard for little old me to express my opinions to a higher level being like you, Fushimi-san...!

Yuzuru: Sigh. It isn't an issue if you truly have nothing to tell me.

Yuzuru: By the way, Ayase-sama, is it okay with you if I ask you something?

Mayoi: Y-yes. If it's something I can shed light on, I would be glad to.

Mayoi: I-is it about me making a mistake? Surely not?

Mayoi: If it is, I'm so incredibly sorry! I'll apologize in advance!

Yuzuru: No need to be scared. It's something small.

Mayoi: Something small...? I-I see. If you don't mind me...

Yuzuru: Thank you very much. Let me cut to the chase-

Yuzuru: Ayase-sama, you said yesterday that you felt the presence of "bad things" from the ES Haunted House.

Yuzuru: Could you be more specific as to how the building made you feel?

Mayoi: Huh...?

Mayoi: U-umm... Could it be that you believe in ghosts, Fushimi-san?

Yuzuru: No, not at all. Just me being curious, that is all.

Yuzuru: I was wondering how people who believe in the supernatural experience life.

Yuzuru: fine's current performance contains elements of such things, so I wanted to learn more.

Yuzuru: Let's get back on track; what is it like?

Mayoi: I-I see. Explaining it on the fly is quite difficult, but-

Mayoi: I suppose it's like I'm overcome by terror. Just being nearby frightens me and gives me goosebumps.

Yuzuru: Hmm. Goosebumps...?

Mayoi: Yes. Like every hair on your body is standing up. I suppose it's like a primal, animalistic danger sensing ability kicking in?

Yuzuru: I see. So logic not supported by scientific reasonings are explained away through other means. Just as I expected.

Yuzuru: These schools of thought exist to lessen the fear and worry caused by strange things, such as that note over there.

Yuzuru: And thus, there's no reason to be afraid of ghosts. Speaking with you has allowed me to deepen my understanding. Thank you.

Yuzuru: Well then, I will be excusing myself now.

Mayoi: R-right...

Mayoi: I didn't really understand anything, but I'm guessing he has been haunted by psychic phenomena recently...?

Mayoi: If so, I'm glad if speaking with me was helpful.

Mayoi: This is a place where "bad things" tend to gather, so I have been uncertain about the reckless set-up ES Haunted House that could uncover such things. 

Mayoi: fine's song and dance will surely bring forth positive emotions. I'm sure nothing bad will happen... ♪

[glitter50000]

Rambling about The Demon in the Wood graphic novel (part 1)

First off having the village that will eventually be raided as the prologue in a way and showing how Grisha are viewed when Aleksander was growing up is a very interesting way to open the setting. The fact that there’s people that live in it as well. Like you actually see them living there. That last line as well, how the kid says it so casually. Also that sense of foreboding I got when reading this cause of what happens at the end and it’s only the beginning.

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In the eerie, muffled silence of the water, he heard his mother’s voice, vicious like a whip crack. She was always asking more of him, demanding it, and now she told him to fight. She spoke his true name, the one she only used when they trained, the name tattooed on his heart. A heart that had not stopped beating. A heart that still had life.

With the last bit of his strength, he tore his arm free and lashed out blindly, furiously, with all his terror and rage, with all the hope that had been born and died this day. Let me make a mark on this world before I leave it.

— Demon in the Wood (2014)

I really like how they chose when and where to convert the wording from the original to the graphic novel. How it’s at the beginning when she tells him to fight if something goes wrong and it’s near the end where he remembers that

Also just seeing how the Cut was so long it cut the damn tree…

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You know it’s cool seeing it in pictures because I can see the differences they add or how they would plan a scene vs how I would’ve imagined it as I was reading. (like how that’s Morozova’s Stag in the background! Excuse me???)

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Baghra should be able to be a little cocky sometimes, as a treat (ughh with how she shaped it to the resemblance of a bear and the silent battle the Ulle and Baghra had. I love this)

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Adding the side plot of there being an amplifier that the Grisha currently are on the hunt for was super great in my opinion

(also I cheered when she used the Cut like yes strike some fear in their hearts with your power)

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Eryk wasn’t surprised. When other Grisha saw the power that he and his mother possessed, they had only one of two responses: fear or greed. Either they ran from it or they wanted it for themselves. It’s a balance, his mother always said. Fear is a powerful ally, but feed it too often, make it too strong, and it will turn on you. She had warned him to be cautious when displaying his power, to never show the full extent of what he could do

— The Demon of the Wood (2014)

Having her say this quote AFTER he comes back from meeting Annika and standing up to Lev using his power is great because it just gives me more insight on why Baghra hated Aleksander serving monarchies and using the fold. He’s not only showing the full extent of what he can do, he’s practically flaunting it in their enemies faces. I think in her eyes he’s just painting a giant target on both of their backs because causing TOO much fear draws more enemies and more attention to oneself which is what she doesn’t want.

God the drawing of Baghra and all the cut trees. Damn. I am looking respectfully. —————————————————————————

I chuckled at him using the Cut. Look at how small the damage was.

With Annika wanting the bear amplifier for herself just fuck cause if you read the story then you’d know what will happen and I was just waiting for the reveal to drop.

[herohikara-wol]

FFXIV Write 2k23 - Day 22

Fulsome - Emperor AU

Asahi learned early that Zenos, like Hero, was not one for praise.

When he was nervous, Asahi tended to run his mouth, and Zenos made him nervous. Not out of fear, but adoration. Zenos stood tall on a pedestal to him, which made it hurt more when he realized Zenos was going out of his way to avoid the hyur any time he came to spar with their Emperor. “Zenos was here?” He frowned at Hero’s schedule, not even waiting for a response from the viera before him. Hero didn’t need to confirm it, he could read. “Has he already gone?”

“He’s in a meeting with the other Legati right now, Varis summoned them to talk about new policies going forward regarding punishments for misconduct.” Ah, right, Hero was trying to make sure the military wasn’t terrorizing the locals of the provinces they were stationed in. He’d been taking the criticism from the various provinces seriously, more so than his predecessor at least, and was trying to find a way to stop the poor treatment of the non-Garlean populace.

“I see, will he be returning?” He must have looked pathetically lovesick because Hero gave him an apologetic smile.

“He has to return to Ala Mhigo by tomorrow morning.” Disappointment and bitterness began to fill him, and Hero read him like an open book. “Do you want to see him off? I’ll go with you,” an excuse, a way to see his Zenos? It almost felt like a dream, until Hero kept talking, “on one condition.”

“Tell me, anything, I’ll do it without question.”

“Then tell me what you see in him.” Hero was a man of many smiles. Though the grin never left his lips, the way his eyes shifted, the creases in his brow. Asahi knew he was being judged.

So he decided to be honest. “He’s perfect.” Hero cocked his head, one ear falling sideways and his bangs falling away from his left eye, and Asahi continued. “I know not how to describe it, how would a moth describe the flame as it draws them in, burning ever hotter and shining brighter than the stars before it turns them to ash. How do you describe a man whose presence is so powerful it draws you in like the tide and drags you under until you could drown in it? Everything about him. Even his sneer when he judges you as unworthy of his attention. His skill in battle is unparalleled, even you have struggled against his might and you’ve fought gods.” The words came tumbling out faster and faster as he allowed Hero to see the depths of his devotion.

“He saved my life in the same moment he ended dozens of others. I would give anything for a chance to be his, even for one night. Instead my wretched sister gets his attention, he gives her power and the chance to pull herself out of the brothel our parents sold her to. He doesn’t even let me near him. I-” Asahi turned for a moment to look at the window instead of directly at Hero, before turning back to find his nerve and conviction. “I just want a chance, that’s all, even if it’s the last thing I do alive. All I want is a chance to be by his side.”

Hero’s smile faded for a moment and Asahi sucked in a breath. What had he said wrong? Hero was a living lie detector but Asahi told him nothing but the truth. Then the Emperor’s eyes glazed over and he swooned. In a panic Asahi dropped his data pad to run to Hero’s side and hold him steady. When the Viera came to? He simply embraced the taller hyur. “I like it better when you’re an honest man, you know that? Zenos has been avoiding you because you make him uncomfortable. He’s used to empty platitudes and finds them worthless and distasteful. He can’t tell you’re being genuine because most people who talk to him like you do simply aren’t. They want something from him. I don’t think he’s ever met someone who wants him personally. Especially not someone who’s seen him at his most terrifying and finds it attractive instead of repulsive.”

“Who could ever find him repulsive?” Asahi frowned, but Hero just reached up to poke him in the nose, causing the hyur to let go of him and jump back almost a full fulm at the indignity of the gesture.

“His handsome face isn’t all there is to him, and several of the people his father tried arranging marriages with in the past couldn’t handle his personality. Gives him a bit of a complex. I’ll take you to see him off, and if you’re really nice, I’ll even help you confess your crush without causing him to flee for the hills.”

Asahi swallowed softly, “why would you do that for me?”

Hero blinked like the answer was obvious, almost as if he was offended he’d have to spell it out. First he gave Asahi a pitying look, before laughing softly and letting his usual smile take over his features. “Because I want to be your friend. I swear, you political-ambassador types don’t know what friendship is. Good thing you’ve got me to help you figure it out.” He stood and walked around the desk to pick the data pad up for Asahi, offering it over, “come on then, let’s finish our work so we can catch him before he leaves.”

[augment-techs]

Playlist 100: Ollaiyon//Coinless AU (I'm curious to see what you can pull with this~)

Nothing would bring his lover back.

A year asleep or millions, nothing could change the loss of Rafkon and Zayto in one fell swoop. All Aiyon could hope to do was acclimate to this world with terrors in the form of Rangers, no Solon but every other month when she wasn't in sleep, and people who were merely human trying to fight back the darkness.

And love, he supposed. The least likely person he would have been expected to find affection in or from, but still...there was love. The hand tucked under the rim of his jeans, the fingers smoothing the small trail of hairs there, caused him to twitch as the body unconscious to the back of him didn't even seem to realize what he was doing as he slept on; their night patrols wiping Ollie out as easy as a candle in the wind. Probably he was just happy for a warm body to cuddle in his sleep, but Aiyon was pleased enough that Ollie had chosen the Knight rather than anyone else. It was sort of a badge of honor, being picked for a relationship in a hellscape world not for his fighting prowess, his being alien, his being a formidable Gold Ranger; but because he was one of the (very) few people who actually chose to come into Ollie's orbit by choice rather than necessity. Izzy and Fern stuck around because Ollie had been watching them like the older brother Izzy had lost to the Sentry ranks and had grown used to his personality. His mother had almost nurtured his thorny disposition; encouraged it. Aiyon used it as an excuse to flirt and dispel the tiredness of Ollie for the confusion that crossed his face at Aiyon making a joke or pun out of simple questions and observations. The man was really quite pretty when frown lines were replaced with the little twitch at the edge of his lips holding back a grin. (And to think, the first time they had met, Ollie had been hiding in the dark of a boarded up building and punched the Knight with the ferocity of one of the boxers that still existed in underground circuits as a way to gain favor with Drakkon's forces; making themselves a bloody spectacle to earn bread or fabric or favor. If Dr. Akana only knew what Ollie--and incidentally Aiyon--got up to so the boredom and fear didn't build into a mental illness, she might have been less likely to try and constantly keep an eye out, call for aid with new equipment, make an observation about help needed in the hidden gardens in the scattered hidden cities the Coinless built and hid and protected. Aiyon wished there was some way he could still a frame, a picture, a painting of Ollie victorious in the ring; all disheveled hair and blood and the grin of a dog upon a rabbit.) Tucking those thoughts away for later, in boredom by himself in the night, Aiyon blew out a breath that touched his antennae and grabbed the hand still in his pants; moving it up and over as he changed positions over the pliant, sleeping body. Belly to belly, chest to chest, Aiyon couldn't really be held responsible for maneuvering the hand back into his pants (to keep it warm, of course) and making himself more comfortable with his head tucked under Ollie's chin, palms flat to the not unappreciated tits under the thin sleepwear vest, lips to the skin of the dead center of his chest. (He didn't fool Ollie. First thing on waking, there was that lovely pressure he felt, that Aiyon had delighted in hearing of from a blushing Zack Taylor on inquiry in his first month in the camp. Second thing on waking, Ollie always obliged with relieving the pressure with Aiyon's helping hand. Third on waking, Ollie gave as good as he got.)